#Flash Wolves

[solidsmax]

Mai "City of the Wolves" Shiranui

[avakkins-alter]

Mai Shiranui | STREET FIGHTER 6

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[domesticated-feral]

i’m with you, for better or worse.

for @sceosource 's sceo weekend day 3!!!

[heartnosekid]

terry bogard w/ red, wolves, video games, & kidcore for @elwoowoopostings!

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[wolf-characters-daily]

Robyn (Wolfwalkers)

[strangelittlestories]

Fenrir woke up grumpy.

The midnight beast, the dawn-hunter, the great wolf who howled Ragnarök into being ... they just really *wished* that the apocalypse came with a snooze button.

They had slept funny. Their back hurt. Their jaw ached. This was probably to be expected when you have spent multiple Ages bound to a rock by an unbreakable silk muzzle. But would it have killed the gods to spring for an ergonomic pillow?

Oh well. Fenrir knew what *would* kill the gods. Because it was themself.

Sometimes you have to be the deicide you want to see in the world.

But maybe caffeine could happen first. Fenrir went in search of coffee.

Fenrir moodily rolled out of bed (well, not exactly bed, but out of the bedrock of the world) and began shuffling towards wakefulness. As they reached the mouth of the cave, they became aware of two shadows trotting along at their side.

"Hi dad." said Fenrir's two kids.

"Don't even talk to me until I've had my end of days." replied Fenrir.

"We got you a pick me up." said their son, Hati, "I swallowed the moon out of the sky."

"Yeah, and I ate the sun." said the daughter, Skoll, "The whole-ass sun."

"We thought they might put a bit of pep back in your step."

The pair presented Fenrir with a 'Starpups' takeaway cup. The name "Philomena" was written on it, which made Fenrir chuckle (they never expected baristas to get their name right).

"You're good kids."

By the time they reached the climactic final battle, Fenrir had nearly finished the steaming cup of cosmos and was feeling nearly human. Which was impressive, as they were a giant wolf.

"Hey Odin." said Fenrir.

"Did ... did you turn up late to Ragnarök with a coffee?" replied the Allfather.

"Presenteeism is just oppression that says please." replied the wolf.

"Your generation." Odin shook his head sadly. "You just don't want to work. How can you expect to *fight* with such little work ethic, pup?"

"It is not the size of the dog in the fight." Fenrir's eyes glowed with the brilliance of all that shone above and below. "It's the size of the *light* in the dog."

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[zetterbabe]

who's crying motherfucker? (05.30.24)

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In The Dark

Digital, May 2024

Progress shots below the cut!

originally I was going to keep the construction lines as just that, but as I kept progressing I kept enjoying how they looked and decided to incorporate them into the piece!

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The Big Bad Wolf Stimboard

PT: The Big Bad Wolf Stimboard

Made for: anon

I really need to watch Neverafter.

Credits: x x x | x x x | x x x

[whereserpentswalk]

There are spirits that whisper to the beasts of the world. They tell them of their nature, of their pasts, of their natures. Humans have language and culture to tell them of these things, but for the creatures who will never truly understand this world, they have only the spirits to tell them.

They tell the penguins on the ice of endless winter that they were once not alone in their land. That there was a time when their home had forests, and flowers, and so many other great creatures for them to walk among. And then with no fault but that of the gods, their land moved, and the world grew cold. And now all that persists is themselves, and winter the night around them. And the penguins understand.

They tell the crocodiles that they once lived in a world filled with creatures like them, things with their scales, and familiar eyes, their own cousins. That they were once among the many beasts of their draconic kind. And then the sky fell, and the birds grew large enough to overtake them, and then the sky fell on the birds too until only the rats were left to grow large. And the only ones like them left were those who hid below the water. And the crocodiles understand.

They tell the vultures of the warm coasts that they were built to eat mammoths, and wooly rhinos, and massive sloths, that they feasted on the most beautiful garden of rotting flesh that a culture could ever imagine for centuries upon centuries. That they were once in paradise, and they were meant to live in such a world. But now spears have peirced the sides of their feasts, and they are trapped in a lonely and empty world, with only the last of the whales to feast upon. And the vultures understand.

They tell the whales that their ansestors once roamed the world like the tigers and wolves do. That they once knew what it was like to run through forests and fields, and what it was to feel the soil under their toes and the sun on their fur. And that now they've given it up, and they likely will never have that for themselves again. And they still have the last of their leg bones buried in their massive bodies. And the whales understand.

They tell the wolves that they once roamed across this world. That they were once so common that even humans feared them. That they could see their own kind from sea to shining sea, and across the sea too. That they had everything they could care for once. And that now they have been killed, most of their kind forever lost to this world by the hands of the cruel. And that all that's left for them is a few small corners of a world that was once theirs. And the wolves understand.

They tell the pigeons in the highest of cities that they were once beloved freinds of humanity. That their very bodies were made to be loved and cherished by humanity. That they were taken care of, given named, and that humans made it so all their worries were away, and so that they lived peaceful lives without a care in the world. And then without warning the humans left them, and the pigeons were forced to live in squalor as strays, and the humans who were once their freinds would put up spikes to keep them away, and would compare them to lowly rats. And the pigeons understand.

[smeagles]

House of Wolves - Nashville 8.23.22

bonus:

[liorlen]

Some illustrations I made for a module as interpretations of some passages from the Welsh poem 'Preiddeu Annwn'

[strangelittlestories]

The walls of reality are sometimes perilously thin.

Sometimes the walls are so thin, in fact, that “walls” is quite generous and it may be more accurate to call them “the crepe paper modesty screen of reality”.

Or perhaps even “the jangly bead curtain of reality”.

It's thin, okay? The boundaries of reality are thin. Like, real liminal.

And that is how Pack, the god of wolves, was ranging through the heavens on one of his long hunts and crashed through the cosmos into a new world.

One moment, he was chasing Twitch the trickster hare across the sky, the next he was in a strange forest. The forest was lit by little orbs of light that flitted through the boughs of the trees on delicate filament wings. By their flickering light, Pack could see bulbous huts in branches, seemingly growing out of the trees rather than built there.

One of the insect-like orbs flew down towards Pack and hoovered by his head.

“Oh my, you are fierce. Are you a new Alpha?” Its voice didn't sound like food to Pack. It was too even and too musical. “You're not supposed to be roaming at this hour, I'm afraid! This is designated free time for the Omegas.”

“Huh?” growled Pack, “I am Pack, the father of all wolves.”

“So you are an Alpha!” chirped the orb, “How exciting. Let me find you a residence and get you off the forest floor. The Omegas will go quite spare if they find someone as dominant as you about.”

“I-” Pack wrinkled his muzzle and tried to find the words for this strange situation, “I am not an Alpha. Alpha is a human invention. Not real. I do not dominate. To be wolf-father is to serve.”

“Oh, so you're an Omega? Very large and strong for an Omega. Hmmm.”

Pack heard chuckling in the undergrowth. This was Twitch's idea of a joke, obviously.

“Take me to this residence. I have many questions.”

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The orb - which said it was called a r@ven - spoke with Pack for some time.

In the coming days, it proved to be a font of knowledge and an able helper in the hunt for Twitch the trickster hare.

With r@ven’s guidance, Pack explored the strange forest city and discovered its three-dimensional hunting grounds. Pack fought the Alpha of Alphas for dominance, then gifted the position to a wise Omega he had befriended. And Pack fell in love with an Omega who had been born an Alpha, and the pair of them caught Twitch together.

“Alright, alright,” Twitch said from between Pack's jaws, “I'll take us back. I just thought it'd be a laugh to lead you here.”

“It has been many things.” Pack said thoughtfully, “and you will take me home … eventually. But I think I will stay here with my love a little longer.”

“Yes.” said the god of wolves, “For while I am the father of all wolves, I have never *birthed* a creature. And given that seems possible here, I find that it is an experience that, well … I want that.”

“So … can I be godfather?” asked Twitch.

“Don't push your luck.”

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