#fuze/wolf

[toonvasion]

FuzeWolf

-Da Fuze like wolf girls

[strawberry-metal]

Shanna as Little Red Riding Wolf and Rose as Vampire queen~

My friends Alice, Kaz and I will be doing a short, about a week long event for October. Be on the look out for the event on our blogs and feel free to send in asks when it does start! If things go according to plan it should start Monday!

Kaz's blog: @kazekothestrange

Alice's blog:  @caffeinated-chaos-bean

My blog: https://strawberry-metal.tumblr.com/

Download is going to go to Kaz and Alice since we're doing the event together and I trust them, and the rules for the face textures I used for Rose and Shanna ask to not publicly distribute the faces. So I'm sorry I can't share the models with anymore friends than these two, or with the public. Normally I would share, but I'm not gonna break the rules!

This preview picture probably would of been more aesthetically pleasing with a darker background, but I chose a lighter one so their clothes wouldn't blend into the background and you could see their outfit details alright. Ignore Shanna's wolf ear posing, they were connected to her eyes at the time. They have since been fixed lmao

Pose: MinuzNegative

Stage: Emipon

Effects:

SVSSAOx2 and AutoLuminous4: Sovoro

Flying bats: YamiSweet

Black Rose petals: APrinceOfVoid

Hypershader: Beamman

Model credits:

Rose:

Outfit: Fuzee-T, TDA, WYKP, Samsink, iron0129

Cage Skirt: MikuEvalon, edit by TheBizarreKazeko

Bat Headband: o-DSV-o and Zauma

Spider Headdress: MikuEvalon

Layered heart choker: blahberry-pancake

Cross Necklace+Earrings: ninjapirate10194

Gothic Lace Bracelet+Ring: xXFrenchToastXx

Hair: Paper Studio/LouisXVIII and 疊紙科技

Hair and eye texture: TehRainbowLlama

Face texture: RavenKiryu

Base: larig-apagar

Fangs: Animasa

Eya spa: Kilsoph

Metal Spa: MikuEvalon

Shanna:

Ears: kome-ken and NikitaAmarie

Hair: HatsuneDKaname and 疊紙科技

Hair and eye texture: TehRainbowLlama

Face texture: RavenKiryu (edited white specks off after getting permission so it could look more like a doggy instead of a deer :3)

Base: larig-apagar

Face: TDA VK and me

Tail: MMD-TAILSU

Outfit: Danna-MMD

Capelet: TsukiAkii

Hood: nekovampire95

Fangs: Animasa

Shoes: Riariirii and Zepeto

Stockings: TDA, Shyuugah & ZEPETO

Eye spa: Kilsoph

If I forgot any credits I'm gonna devour my laptop like Pacman.

[dzmoot]

WHAT EVER HAPPENED TO THE WONDER WARRIORS?

They were Namasis' most beloved and respected superheroes, a true honest force to be reckoned with. No good doer Tuuns be damned if they ran into these fearless enforcers in a dark alley and whenever evil reared it's ugly head, the Wonder Warriors, also known as the Justice Tuunvengers were there to snuff it out. But then, they mysteriously vanished, into the night without a trace leaving only one elusive member behind. I'm Lotty the Axolotl, hovering investigative journalist for the Daily Meteor and it's my mission to find out everything I can on the whereabouts of these missing heroes.

It's unknown when this team of heroes was formed, but I guess it's formation can trace back to the birth of PB&J Man (Peebee for short) himself. Once known as Grape Jelly Face, Peebee had an encounter with some radioactive peanut butter and now, half his body is fuzed with it. He made quite a name for himself fighting alongside his old enemy turned ally Major Isadore Kroshwit and even got his hands on the whip of the legendary archaeologist, Illinois Bones. All that changed one fateful day.

Peebee and Kroshwit encountered the malevolent Malevo, an enemy so hideous, showing a picture of him would probably cause you to go blind. The two heroes fought for what seemed like hours, Kroshwit using his laser pitchfork to stab Malevo in the heart but in a last ditch effort to win the day, Malevo destroyed Kroshwit's life support suit. With his vitals shutting down, Kroshwit crumbled to his knees and had a tearful heart to heart with Peebee before passing on. Peebee took off Kroshwit's helmet revealing his true form underneath.

Just for once, let me look on you with my own eyes!

Enraged over the death of his comrade, Peebee went on a spree of vengeance across Namasis. Although Malevo was defeated, he was hellbent on wiping out all those who were affiliated with him in one form or another. This led him to an underground nightclub, the Bamboo Showman where he first met Bobby Blackeyes aka POW! Panda. The two caught on quick, talking over several drinks and hors d'oeuvres and eventually getting to the topic of Malevo. Pow revealed that he and Malevo were once partners and were on the payroll of infamous Tuun gangster, Pawsta the Hoard. This immediately turned Peebee off of Pow, believing him to be a wolf in sheep's clothes, but before they could engage in a fight, the Bamboo Showman was infiltrated by Pawsta's enforcers, the Mobster Lobsters. As innocent bystanders fled the scene, Pow took out his fateful blasters, ignited his jetpack and made thermidor out of them.

CHOCOLATE COVERED PICKLED PIGSFEET!

Peebee was willing to work with Pow after he saved his life and the two formed a plan to take out Pawsta, or at least put him behind bars. In the deep recesses of his palace, Pawsta and his majordomo Cappellinistache stood, unaware of what would take place the following morning.

Hohohohoho!!!!

Peebee disguised himself as a repairman as he pretended to make repairs to the parmesan cheese shaker above Pawsta's throne. In actuality, he was taking out the cheese and replacing it with sleeping powder. When Pawsta went to take his cheesy shower that evening, he and Cappellinistache passed right out. When they awoke, they found themselves in a top security jail cell, for the authorities had come and taken them away when they were asleep. Peebee and Pow were the new crime fighting partners in town and before they knew it, their team was getting bigger and bigger.

The next to join their team were the Frog Brothers, 3 frogs that couldn't be more different than one another. Incredifrog, the pompous yet headstrong leader with gizmos galore was always butting heads with the drug addicted, alcoholic Amphibislash who had metal claws coming out of his flippers. And the brutish Froggenstein, a former dissected frog who only grunted and growled had a spring in his head and shot his brain at his two brothers whenever they bickered. They met up with Peebee one evening when two evil Cake Demons lured a bunch of little girl Tuuns into a giant oven to make a giant pie. Incredifrog was sure to get a few good licks in. His tongue worked incredibly well alongside Peebee's whip.

Next to join the team was Reggie Fastshell, the Snail Speedster, a Tuunlympic decathlete and famous boxer who moved so fast, he looked like a flash of pink light. His speed with his feet and hands came in handy when giving all sorts of no good doers a real beating.

Last of the mainstays was Roger Steves, the super soldier Patriomoth who wielded a round shield he named Lyla and fought many battles in Tuun history. His ability to fly and his insect strength came in handy when carrying his comrades to great heights. Sometimes, he could carry all of them with one hand while flying and wielding his shield in the other.

The Wonder Warriors fought many of foe in their days, the average villains you'd probably find on any Saturday morning action show. They found themselves at odds with these enemies and with themselves, but through it all, prevailed like no other team of heroes on this side of the universe.

When the evil Lord Foreheadray was resurrected, Peebee and his comrades were quick to take him out in the name of the fallen Kroshwit whom once served the dark lord. It was during this time when an extremis group of Toons started making their mark on Namasis, the Confectoon Order, led by Maaze the Popcorn Menace. The Warriors had many encounters with the order who fought for Confectoon equality on the moon, but just as the Warriors were making great strides to get rid of Maaze and his gang, a group of new heroes made their way onto the scene.

Yes, the Resisters ultimately dethroned the Wonder Warriors as Namasis' top heroes, taking down the Confectoons and becoming the glimmer of hope Tuunkind needed at that point in time. The Warriors became extremely jealous of the Resisters, especially since one of the members, Zappy was once a short lived member of their team called Zap Man. Every time the Wonder Warriors tried to stop a Confectoon conflict, Zappy and his friends would swoop in and save the day first. Not even Snail Speedster's wicked speed or the might of the Frog Trio could put the Wonder Warriors back on the pedestal they once stood on. Eventually, the team became disillusioned, especially Peebee who lost all optimism about fighting crime. The only crimes they could bring themselves to stop were things like shoplifting and getting swiped purses back from thieves. Amphibislash, who was sober for several months, relapsed on drugs and alcohol and cut all cords with his brothers. Even after all this, Incredifrog and to a certain extent Patriomoth remained optimistic and tried to glue the team back together. But one day, Zappy and the others set off on a spaceship and weren't seen or heard again for 5 years.

The time was right! Incredifrog, with the exception of his estranged brother got the gang back together to take out Maaze in the Resisters' absence and then.....nothing. Just like that, Peebee, Incredifrog, Froggenstein, Patriomoth, Snail Speedster and POW! Panda vanished. The only thing left behind was a crumb of bread, presumably from Peebee. Without the Wonder Warriors or even the Resisters, Maaze and his cohorts took over Namasis.

Of course, everything is back to normal now, but the great question still remains. Where are the Wonder Warriors? I have to get to the bottom of it, even if I have to dig in the dirt for evidence. I know they're still out there somewhere and it's time for them to make their grand return. There's only one Tuun who might know the whereabouts of our heroes. The Tuun in question is of course Amphibislash but unfortunately, he's been off the radar for some time now. Luckily, I have connections. It's time to visit an old friend and learn where this missing frog is hiding.

To be continued....

[fuze-forge-games]

DLCs: find fun additional content packs on Fuze Forge’s website

Download DLCs for some of your favourite video games on Fuze Forge. Currently, you can find “Warhammer 40,000: Space Wolf – Sigurd Ironside” on the platform. It is compatible with your PC system.

[drewschermickblindone]

blindone- b2

BALAM ACAB- Just Stay

Braille- The Find

Short Fuze & NASA- Sun Crusher

Gel Roc & DJ JahBluez- Puzzle Fits feat. Quaesar

Steel Tipped Dove; elucid- Warner Wolf

Akrobatik- Rekless Abandon Ft. Reks & Chilla Jones

Themselves- Darkskydemo (Remixed By Fog)

Atmosphere feat. cuts by DJ Plain Ol' Bill- The Old Style

tachichi and fatt matt- the kid dont play ft. cee

caspian mumblz and grafhic- sound the horn

illogic- Violent Verbiage

Willie Green- The Mental Wizard feat. PremRock & Milo

darc mind- hope to dare

L'Orange & Namir Blade- Gassed Up feat. Fly Anakin

busdriver- sun shower

brainorchestra- Pink Panther (Prod. By Brainorchestra.)

Kunga 219, Azrealian, Josh Martinez- ol' lady love songs

Wavy Da Ghawd- Finish Ya Plate feat. Passport Rav

DJ Silence feat.Thorts & Heirmax- Tardigrade

Kitz Willman- Email from the Old Country

Alias- Three Phase Irony

Elucid- Bunny Chow

C MONEY BURNS- ACTIVE SHOPPER ACTIVE SHOOTER

Celph Titled- Phantasmagoria (feat. Araknophobix, DutchMassive, Maleko & Raj)

Beans- Deathsweater (producer_ Nobody)

Joshua Virtue- Guud Joke (Post Faith Dialogues)

Sleep Sinatra- Hermes feat. Maze Overlay

ambition jay bizzy ghettosocks thesis sahib and ginzuintriplicate- the mackay bridge is over(feat. aquakultre seanone&tachichi)

Randal Bravery, Joshuea Virtue- Elegy for Scratch

Bigmcenroe & Yy- Triangle

Ialive- The Onion Flesh (feat. Unsung)

Basik MC-Chalkboard Strategy (feat. The Imaginitive Eye & Perfecto)

Chief and TheDoomsdayDevice- Hollow Akira

Boards Of Canada- Alpha Rainbow

[kiruuuuu]

Fuze/Wolf oneshot in which Wolf can’t sleep and Fuze assists. (Rating G/T, emotional hurt/comfort + fluff, ~2.7k words) - written for @viral-marketer​!! ♥♥ Thank you for the commission and I’m very happy you enjoyed this piece :) I’ll link more information on Wolf as soon as it’s available, and you can find my commission info here!

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Sudden panic makes Wolf’s stomach drop. It’s as if she’s lost a limb, like the time a firecracker exploded in her hand because she didn’t realise the fuse actually took to the pitiful flame from her dying lighter and she couldn’t feel her fingers for ten minutes, like getting up too fast and almost blacking out. Like the time -

There’s no necessity to finish that thought, the memory burns white hot in her mind as it is, every time they’re on a mission, every time she shrinks away from a loud, unexpected noise, every time it happens with Boomer out of her sight. Just like now.

Her weapon falls to the ground with a clatter she barely hears as she dives head first into rubble, hitting her elbows on collapsed pieces of concrete, attempting to push past the debris, force her way through the entryway which is no more after part of the abandoned building collapsed to block it completely, trapping Wolf on this side and -

And Boomer on the other.

There are voices she doesn’t acknowledge, a hand on her upper arm she shakes off violently, and by now she’s drenched in sweat, frantic and desperate, claws at the obstacle hard enough to break a nail or two even through the gloves, hardly noticing the pain over the screeching in her head – it’s her own voice screaming at her, telling her she’s too late, she’s not going to make it, and it only ceases once an iron grip yanks her back, a tall figure towering over her and regarding her with concern.

“It’s alright, Grays”, Montagne informs her quietly yet doesn’t let her arm go, probably recognises the deafening static in her head, louder than the radio chatter, louder even than the pounding staccato of her heart. “Tina got him. Calm down.”

A myriad of questions pop up simultaneously but she gives the mountain of a man the benefit of the doubt, listens to comms for a moment and finds his words confirmed: the operators on the other side of the building sound carefree, relieved, someone mentions excited tail wagging and yes, Montagne speaks the truth. They just finished their mission successfully, the explosion separating her and Boomer marking the tail end of the fight.

Slowly, reality creeps back in, makes her feel the ground under her feet keenly as if it was something she’d been missing for the last week. Her breath evens out after a few deep inhales and eventually, Montagne lets her go with a reassuring nod, after which she looks around the room to gather her bearings. The sideglances she earns make her face flush and shame pool in her stomach – she must’ve been obvious in her panic, possibly pathetic in her flailing, certainly not behaving like a professional at all, but the noise and not being able to see her dog and the memories -

“Don’t worry about it, happens to all of us.” Montagne’s soothing baritone is doing wonders for her nerves. “You did well regardless.”

And the way he pats her shoulder stays with her until they’ve left the building, a reminder that people place their trust in her and she hasn’t let them down, a gesture she appreciates fiercely. She was focused when it counted, certainly assisting the organised assault, with Boomer even saving Blackbeard’s life at some point with his quick reflexes and instant reaction to her monosyllabic command. She did well indeed.

But she finds no rest until she spots Fuze, him of all people, carrying the energetic bundle of joy in his arms and struggling to hold on as Boomer tries to flail out of his grasp, eventually succeeding and rushing over to Wolf’s side for much-deserved ear scratches and praise.

“Your stupid mutt almost jumped out of the window when he saw you”, the Uzbek grumbles. It’s very clearly an invitation, a familiar song and dance they perform regularly, usually centred around Boomer – it started when Fuze first met her, not an hour after she arrived in Hereford, his first words being: I don’t like dogs. He might’ve claimed so but showcased very obviously that he does like bickering with a tiny American woman and thus Boomer has become a fantastic conversation starter between the two of them, with Fuze complaining about perfectly normal dog behaviour and Wolf enlightening him on this fact, and it usually ends in pancake recipes or the correct way to hide a body.

Normally, Wolf would gladly accept this invitation, but with her thoughts still in disarray, pulse too quick and fingers shaking, all she does is hug her dog and bury her face in his fur, seeking solace as well as support. He’s alive. He’s well. He made it.

It’s the mantra she repeats to herself all the way back to base.

.

That evening, she tidies up her kitchen. Not that it was necessary, not really, but taking out all the glassware and ceramics, lining them up on the counter and her table only to put them back in different places as if they were playing musical chairs soothes her, oddly enough. Cleaning isn’t a chore she enjoys and yet she dusts all the shelves, mops her entire flat and eventually catches herself eyeing the furniture in her bedroom, wondering whether she could rearrange it somehow to give it a new look and, most importantly, a new feel.

This is when she understands what she’s doing.

It doesn’t stop her, or else she wouldn’t choose to cook for herself after a day as stressful and exhausting like the one she had, and definitely not a recipe which requires her to chop a ridiculous amount of vegetables. She keeps herself busy. Not only that, she carries her phone around with her and makes it blare her favourite music, upbeat melodies accompanying the sizzling in the pan and tricking her into singing or humming along. When she eats, she does so in front of the TV, Boomer curled up next to her on the couch and doing what she’s desperately trying to avoid: sleeping.

Eyelids heavy, she forces herself to follow a generic action film, then another, playing around on her phone in the meantime, the stimulation keeping her distracted up to the point where she nearly dozes off despite the noise and flickering lights.

She’s scared, she realises belatedly. But she knows one person who can help.

Sometimes, Fuze can’t sleep either, though his condition sounds less like self-imposed insomnia and more like something out of his control, and maybe, just maybe, today is one of those days. Thumb hovering over the screen, she hesitates, mulls her decision over but eventually presses down, trepidation settling in her chest. She neither wants to be a bother nor come off as needy, but Fuze has never objected to her random messages, never once voiced any protest about early morning photos of sunrises or useless trivia she found online and, as she’s come to understand, lack of protest implies approval – at least with the Uzbek.

Communicating with him has been… strenuous at times. Anxiety and taciturnity usually don’t mix well and in the beginning, Fuze’s unflappable demeanour intimidated her immensely, but something pulled her towards the quiet man nonetheless, convinced her to keep trying. Being part of his friend group was the first step, allowing her to hover in his vicinity and direct questions at him now and then, though his monosyllabic replies briefly demotivated her. Glaz came to her rescue, however, by pointing out Fuze rarely even acknowledges others, let alone offer to do favours. And Wolf looked down at the phone Fuze voluntarily fixed after she’d dropped it the previous week; he didn’t require any prompting, merely overheard her mention it to Kapkan (who’d been enthusiastically petting Boomer, it seems the Russian really appreciates other hunters) and wordlessly held out his hand.

Over time, she’s come to realise that the silences between them are of a comfortable quality and the longer she watches him, the better she understands. Whenever anyone sits in his vicinity who’s too loud or whom he doesn’t like, he changes seats. If someone attempts to rope him into a conversation while he’s working, he lets them know not to bother him. His bluntness, too, was daunting – what if she incurred his ire herself? But despite her regularly barging in to ask him something while his clever fingers are tinkering away, he never turns her down, never once rebuked her.

And this is why she messages him, a simple: do you know the earliest man-made sonic boom?

She knows he enjoys fun facts like this, especially when it’s one he can figure out by himself. After pressing send, she stupidly waits and stares at the indicator telling her whether he’s received and read her question for entirely too long before deciding to relocate. Maybe she could go for a walk with Boomer, yet when she gets up and stretches her aching limbs, remnants of the bomb disposal mission they completed much too early in the day for her comfort, the animal by her side makes no move to follow her. Compassionate, dark eyes glance at her in defiance and Boomer makes himself as heavy as possible when she tries to pick him up. It’s his way of telling her it’s long past her usual bed time.

A small buzz catches her attention and she wakes up her phone to check Fuze’s answer, a simple, sincere: Let me think.

Wolf feels her lips stretch, her chest lighten, her restlessness diminish just knowing that he’s up, that he’s definitely thinking of her, holding his device in his steady fingers and pondering her prompt earnestly because it’s what he does. He’s always taken her seriously, it’s one of his traits she appreciates the most – not only is he honest, he also humours her whenever possible.

Spontaneously changing her plans, she gets ready for bed instead of forcing herself to stay up, going through her routine with a spring in her step and excitedly glancing at her phone repeatedly. It wouldn’t be the first time for her to text Fuze until she dozed off with it in her hand and more often than not, her sleep ended up uninterrupted as a result. She suddenly looks forward to diving under her covers and once she does, Boomer trots over now that the threat of her dragging him outside has vanished.

When instead of a soft vibration, the beginning chords of Rasputin begin to play (and whenever she hears it, she remembers Fuze’s adorable blush and mock indignation when she informed him of his new personalised ring tone), she jumps but accepts the call while snuggling deeper under her blankets.

“It’s a whip crack”, Fuze’s calm voice speaks into her ear, sparking a comfortable shudder running down her spine. “Isn’t it?”

“Did you look it up?” She knows he didn’t. He might be prideful but not arrogant, feels no need to appear smarter before her than he is.

“No. But it’s too loud and produces sound even in the air, so it’s not the end hitting the ground which causes the noise.”

“You’re right that it’s a sonic boom, but it’s not the earliest.”

She can almost hear his vague frustration and suppresses a giggle when she’s met with silence for a minute while he clearly racks his brain for the actual answer. There’s defeat underlining his words when he finally admits: “I give up. I don’t know.”

“It’s part of Glaz’ breakfast”, she hints and buries one of her hands in Boomer’s soft fur.

Another minute of silence. “Cornflakes?”

“Yes! Crunchy food breaks faster than the speed of sound. So if he ever chews again with his mouth open, tell him to turn down his sonic booms.”

Fuze snorts, audibly amused. “Tell that to your mutt. Sounds like he lives up to his name whenever he chomps on his dry food.”

They chat a little more, inconsequential and idle banter but Wolf eventually realises she hasn’t been this relaxed all day, never allowed her thoughts to wander for fear of where they’d land. But like this, surrounded by the safety of her home, listening to the even breaths of her dog and Fuze’s dry humour, it’s hard to imagine a world not filled with bliss and tranquillity.

“You should sleep, Grayson. It’s late enough”, Fuze reminds her after a lull in conversation.

“And what about you?”

“I’ll sleep too. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Wait”, she cuts in before he can end the call. Getting used to his direct style of communication was a process and she had to witness Fuze hanging up on people mid-sentence if he deemed their talk finished before realising that he extended her every courtesy in their calls. Words tingle on her tongue and uncertainty paralyses her momentarily but she’d somehow feel dishonest if she kept quiet about this. “I – had a flashback. Earlier today. Almost a panic attack. Did you hear -”

“Yes”, comes the instant reply and it’s obvious he’s been waiting for her to mention it – he wouldn’t done so himself, wouldn’t have wanted to make her feel weak. “Are you alright now?” She makes a soft affirmative noise and glances over at Boomer whose twitching paws indicate that he’s dreaming. “I’m worried.”

The admission makes her heart skip a beat, even though he’s probably referring to her work. Has to be. “Don’t be, I’ll get the job done no matter what.”

“I’m not worried about that, I know you’d never let any of us down.” The way he dismisses the implication of her potentially failing any of her colleagues causes pride and affection to bloom in her chest. There’s no room for doubt in his statement and she’s immensely grateful for the faith he places in her. “I’m worried about you. You can’t save everyone, you know. And you can’t let this fact weigh you down. I know you’re used to getting overlooked but you’re damn good at what you do – don’t let your past rule over your future. You might miss out on opportunities along the way.”

She knows what he’s referring to. After a long day, they sat alone in the workshop, Fuze’s project forgotten on the table between them, atmosphere serene and facilitating honesty – she admitted to being afraid of getting close to anyone in Rainbow. She talked about Nitro, about the helplessness she felt upon having to watch him die, and about the random visions of anyone she liked getting killed on a mission. About how she tries not to let this influence her behaviour; she still seeks people out, opens up to them, listens raptly. But the underlying fear is always there.

“Yeah”, she agrees quietly. “I’ll try.” It’s all she can promise him.

.

The next day is of a comfortingly different quality, allowing for genuine laughs, and is much more lenient with someone who only caught a few hours of sleep. She does chuckle at Fuze’s bleary face when they see each other for the first time, but it gets stuck in her throat when he wordlessly pulls her into a hug out of the blue. The embrace doesn’t last long but coming from him, it leaves her reeling nonetheless, unfocused for the first few hours and… dreamy. The feeling of his arms around her never really goes away.

At some point, Glaz joins her, notices her dazed expression and asks: “Bad sleep?” Following her tired nod, he adds: “I figured. I heard Shuhrat’s phone go off last night.”

“Oh, did he forget to mute it?”

The Russian sends her an odd look. “He never puts it on silence when he sleeps, in fact I think he even turns up the volume. And you’re the only one who messages him in the middle of the night. Otherwise he’d sleep like a baby.”

And oh. That’s -

It’s impossible, there have been so many nights which they texted away, yet she neglected to ask for details on his alleged insomnia, and this means -

She completely misses whatever it is he tells her next, merely nods along as her thoughts are going haywire until she eventually rudely interrupts him: “Sorry, I gotta go.” And as she gets up and hurries over to where she suspects the Uzbek to be, she remembers Fuze’s words from the night before.

He’s not an opportunity she’d ever forgive herself for missing out on.

[ifeelalot]

[aseremofuzzbutt]

Made a late night "I should be asleep" type sketch.

Fanart for Apex:Ledends' Fuze

[purdieart]

These took me so long like it took me a full day of work to draw a page and a half, and to ink everything. Inking the last page alone took 20 mins, and I was rushing. Very happy to have current reference sheets for my ocs tho.

[ghostiex0]

Spetsnaz with a secret admirer

Cut only due to length. I choose all different items for the boys to receive just to shake things up a little bit

Kapkan

- This lone wolf would definitely be taken off guard by the appearance of a gift left for him.

-After getting over his initial confusion, it wouldn’t take him long to slip away from people for some privacy as he tries to open the little wrapped gift without getting the wrapping everywhere.

- He’s the type to double check if anyone is around before actually looking at the gift. In his defense, this feels like it was meant just for him, so he should be the only one seeing it.

- Beneath all the wrapping was a cool steel knife. Made in a similar fashion to a buck knife with a wooden handle.

- Upon further inspection, he’d notice the initials carved onto the wood. His own boldly stood out to him, but the other one… he was unsure.

- He put together quickly that it was probably the one who gifted him the polished blade.

-The initials weren’t much to go off of, and he didn’t want to have to ask around too much. People would get curious as to what he’s up too. Especially his comrades.

- Luckily, Maxim’s a respectable hunter who likes a good chase.

Glaz

- A true artist like himself is pretty in touch with his emotions and has a deep appreciation for anything that can speak to them.

- So when he finds a nice leather notebook left on the bench in his locker (one that is definitely not his, as the one he keeps in his locker is typically much smaller), he’s immediately reaching for it out of curiosity.

- Feeling the firm leather, Timur could tell it was pretty high quality. Someone must have wanted it to be nice.

- He doesn’t go to hide away with it, but he keeps it on the down low.

- Gracefully, he opens the notebook to see handwriting on the cover’s inside, a detection to himself from a mystery lover.

- He couldn’t help but give a little smile at the thought of someone taking the time for him. And getting him something he would definitely be using at that.

- He was going to find out who they were, but he found himself liking the mystery lover’s unknown identity.

Fuze

- Left right in his locker was a bundle of white tulips.

- Shuhrat is overcome with confusion at them, slipping off some of his heavier gear as he sat down next to the flowers, before gently picking them up to look for any reason why they would be here.

- The thought of a secret admirer probably doesn’t even cross his mind.

- But when he finds a little note attached to it with words such as “With love” he suddenly becomes aware that he’s holding a gift. One sent with love at that.

- His brain stops functioning for a second, just holding the flowers and staring at them blankly. A meek attempt to process that someone was gifting him flowers.

- His spacing out is swiftly replaced by a sense of panic when he hears his comrades voices drawing near. He knows that Alexsandr would give him the teasing of his life if he found out Shuhrat was being fancied by someone.

- He didn’t know why but he felt a tug on his heartstrings as he went to throw them somewhere randomly hidden. Causing him to change his mind last minute, opting to have them gently placed back in his locker instead.

Tachanka

- Alexsandr is a charming show-off so having people admire him isn’t exactly a new thing, but a real admirer?

- Working out with his fellow Spetsnaz Ops is a regular suggestion from Alex. And it leaves his locker free reign for leaving him a little something.

- So when they started to settle down and head up for some drinks and a rest. He almost doesn’t notice the letter left for him. The part that catches his eye is the little red scribbled heart against the white paper.

- He doesn’t hesitate to pick it up, looking it over with a gleam in his eyes.

- Even with his comrades around, Alex opens the hearted paper, a very different texture than the work out equipment he was using before.

- Seeing it’s a lovely love letter, he’s instantly reading it through. He’s smirking and gives a few laughs at some of the letter.

- Not laughing at who this secret admirer is, more of he’s flattered and laughing is his natural reaction.

- Alexsandr thinks the letter is adorable and is dying to know who his admirer is. Unlike many of the others, he’s absolutely and shamelessly asking around to figure out who they are.

[slowpoke-fics]

Scent | Mate Series

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Pairing: Derek x Y/N

Summary: Derek is getting suspicious of you, you're hiding something and he wants to know what

Warnings: not really I think but just in case, as always, read at your own risk

A/N: This is Part One | Next Part

This whole thing is a whole family pack au and mate au, OC stuff in later chapters but I really loved writing this and love the idea of a family pack <3

You walked into Scott’s house, happily smiling at everyone gathered around the table, noticing that even Derek had showed this time. The wolves seemed to carry on about their business as you muttered something about dinner and moved to the kitchen. “I don’t like that ya know?” You jumped a little, turning to Derek and smiling in confusion. He sniffed the air, “All I can smell is your strawberry shortcake lotion. You use too much.” You scoffed, turning to the food, “I don’t care, go smell someone else.” He shook his head, “Why? I don’t like not being able to smell you.” You looked at him, eyebrows raised, "Derek, I know what you wolves do, it's a violation of privacy, I like my emotions being mine." Derek huffed under his breath, "Just trying to care." He turned and walked out of the kitchen.

You couldn't help but wonder if you'd been excessively hateful, but you were right. You knew better than anyone, wolves violate your privacy whenever they can by just smelling you, let alone with serious practice what they can do. You could never keep a secret around a pack of wolves, and living in Beacon Hills with the extra wolf sense going around is no different. It's better to just hide your scent all together. You of course knew how to do this very well without the nifty supernatural trick; putting lotion over your scent glands regularly, wearing tight clothes, and lots of deodorant. You sighed to yourself as you thought of how different it could be if you could come clean.

Derek hung back after the meeting, watching as you waved everyone goodbye, claiming he was cleanup help since you cooked. "What's up Derek?" Scott said once the door shut. "Y/n," Derek started, turning to Scott, hand rubbing his scruff nervously, "has she always covered her scent like that?" Scott's eyebrows furrowed, "Now that I think about it, yeah, why?" Derek shrugged, acting like it was no big deal but wanted to put the fuze out before it went to far, "Dunno, she's just the only one that does it, even Lydia with the amount of crap she wears, I can smell her," he sighed, "it's like Y/n is hiding something man, I've just never once smelled her." Derek shook his head, "I mean, it's never bothered you? Not being able to smell her?"

Scott could sense something he hadn't ever before with Derek, a sense of need, like when Stiles called to him when he almost lit himself on fire. "She just wants her privacy, she knows we can smell fear, anxiety, joy, embarrassment," he slapped Dereks shoulder, "relax man, are you really worried Y/n is out to get you?" Dereks hands fell next to him, "Something like that." Derek said his goodbyes to Scott and happily Stiles, as over the years he's grown to love the wild man, and left wondering about you.

At the next pack meeting, this time in his loft, you were the last one in again. As everyone was catching up and cutting up, Derek found his way beside you, "I don't like that one, it smells sour, what is it?" You blushed just slightly, "I don't know some cucumber mix." Derek huffed, "If all I can smell is fake shit, at least something good, citrus, sweet or somethin'," he shrugged as he made his way to the table.

You'd all been discussing new training for the supernatural creatures drawn in by the Nemeton and handling the strays that don't fall in line with the help of the argents. Derek was next to you, something you knew was no coincidence as he'd swapped places with Scott at some point. He reached over to the map in front of you, trying to rub just your shirt, but you slyly moved your arm, muttering an apology, "Oh, sorry," but Derek didn't miss the extra heartbeat, even if just for a second. What is going on with you?

A few days later you find yourself climbing in the passenger of Stiles' jeep, just leaving your house after reapplying lotion, knowing that you were going to Dereks' for pack training. "Scott needed a ride today, that okay?" Stiles quizzed you, studying you as you answered with a hum. "Everything alright?" he reiterated, turning the music up. You shrugged, "I just have a feeling something is going on." Stiles gave you a sympathetic smile as he pulled up to Scott's.

Scott climbed in Stiles' back seat, glancing at you, consciously aware that you only smelled like mixed berry lotion, smiling, "Hey, Y/n, how was your day?" You shrugged, "The usual, excited for some pack time." Scott listened to your steady beat, kicking himself for even listening. The ride to Dereks normal while you intently listened to Stiles ramble. It was impossible not to notice that something was bothering Scott, you just hoped it wasn't you.

Scott was the first to knock on the door, Stiles following impatiently while you stood behind the two men. Derek slid the door open, looking over the two men and directly smiling at you, welcoming you all in. You followed closely in behind Stiles, narrowly missing Derek. You sense him reaching forward, out for the small of your back, you quickly stepped out of the way and to the kitchen, hoping your heartbeat was steady. "So what am I making?"

You worked on finishing up the tacos, careful to clean up any mess you made and wash the used pans. You had Liam lay out the table who was cooling off from a tough session with Isaac. He was really slinging the plates down, you put your hand just inches from his, stopping him from laying another plate down, "Liam," his eyes connected with yours, "listen to my heart, get yours to match it." Liam shook his head, starting to lay another plate down, clearly frustrated, but you spoke again, "Liam," you sighed, "it is okay to lose control and get angry, but get it back. Take a breath, control your heart rate, ground yourself." Liam took a deep breath in as you guided him, smiling at you before gently setting the plates down. You could feel the anger dissipating from him as he did.

"Thank you for helping," you muttered as you rubbed his shoulder comfortingly, making sure your sleeve covers your bare hand, smiling at him, "I'm gonna go get them." You walked into the training room, sweat and power smacking you in the face, "Dinner's ready!" Scott and Derek let go of each other, playfully draping their arms around each other, "You wanna spar, Y/n?" Derek asked and you laughed, a sound that blessed his ears, "Uh, no thank you, I'll leave that to the big bad wolves." Scott smiled, "Come on! Even Stiles trains!" Stiles jumps at this, pointing to Scott, "Hey!" Causing everyone to erupt into laughter, you smiled, "Who else is gonna cook?" At that Stiles interjected again, heading to the meal, "Not it!"

After you all ate you helped Liam collect and wash dishes, Derek watching you dodge every corner of the tablecloth, studied your moments as you put up pates, careful to not touch them with your bare hands. He thought to himself as he watched you that he was reading way too much into it. That you were just a private polite person, but something was rubbing him the wrong way, something he was missing. As you put away the last dish, Stiles stood up, smiling, "Bye, sour wolf." Derek glared at him but turned to you who was side by side with Stiles, your arm around his waist, also heading out, "See you later, sour wolf."

Scott trailed behind, making sure you and Stiles were out of earshot. "Man, what is your problem I can literally see the fury coming off of you." Derek glared at Scott, "Y/n, she just-" Scott rolled his eyes, "You can't be serious, not with this again." Derek rubbed his face, "Man, I'm telling you," he shook his head, clearly troubled, "She won't let me touch her! At all, I'm talking not even an accidental brush," Derek spoke lower, "She wouldn't train because that causes sweat, we could smell her, won't even touch the tablecloth. She washes every dish she uses, won't touch the plates with her bare hands? The plates?" Scott could tell Derek was genuinely upset by this, "Why does this bother you so much man?" Derek sighed, "I don't know," he drug broth his hands over his face, an attempt to rub the stress away, "I don't think she'd hurt us of course, but she's definitely- Scott, there's too many questions I need answered." Scott sighed, "Okay, if it means that much to you, I'll look into it." Scott started walking and that's when you snapped back into Stiles honking the horn of the car, you giggling with him as Scott came rushing out.

How much longer could you hide your secret?

[solari-writes-things]

do you have any fuze (r6) headcanons? Can be spicy or sweet~

On the topic of OCs, I remember reading about your oc Cadejo (spelling might be wrong)? I found her to be fascinating and I liked her story. If you go more in depth with your other ocs, I would love to read them! :)

✨ Solari Says: I do have plenty of headcanons for Fuze! I'll do some sweet ones, because he's a super sweetheart. You can always DM me for more information on them, I have two attacker and two defender OCs! :> Thank you so much for being interested!!

🛑 WARNINGS: NONE! 🛑

gif credit: to the OP.

MORE FUZE | MORE R6S | > MASTERLIST < |

Shuhrat is distant when you first start talking to him. Getting him out of his shell is a little difficult, but not impossible, and his quiet nature makes you want to bug him more.

Once you succeed, he's a little more kind natured than you thought he would be, and it makes you quite happy.

Once together, he is the most dedicated man on the planet.

He puts his 100% into setting up dates, whenever they are planned.

Most of the time he is okay with just sitting around and doing nothing with you.

Even happier if you just want to watch him tinker and toy with something that he's been working on.

And even happier if you decide you want to hear more about it.

He doesn't do anything different for you, either.

He listens to you ramble on about your favorite things, and even take the extra mile and try to learn them as well.

He's not the best at it when he does, but your encouragement does help him out a bit.

He's kinda touchy? But not in a bad way.

Hand on your shoulder, around your waist while you walk, just a constant reminder that he's around.

But he won't do much else when he's in public.

In private? Not the case.

Constantly hugging you, cuddling you in silence.

He's not one for movies and things all the time, but he won't be opposed to you turning one on to keep you entertained.

He'll watch quietly, but he won't really commentate unless you do. It's not in his nature.

He talks about you a lot. The Spetsnaz make fun of you both for it.

It's probably the only time that he's animated when with them, is when he's talking about you or you're with him.

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Rainbow Six Tag List: @kind-wolf General Tag List: @angelaiswriting :|: @tsumethedrifter :|: @sazafraz

[r6shippingdelivery]

I'm here for the roasts! time to roast your boys!

I knew this would come sooner or later, I guess it's time... Okay, let's do this!

Tachanka: he needs to cut down on the vodka and pickles, cause in Extraction, when he vaults over stuff he sounds like a grandpa about to keel over

Kapkan: edgy ass motherfucker, with all that "lone wolf survivalist hunter" vibe an all those tattoos, and being interested in psychology because of the prey-predator dynamic... bro, stop posturing and just say you're into bdsm, it will be fine, I promise you don't need to psychoanalze yourself for wanting to be tied down and manhandled.

Glaz: unnerving bastard. Too quiet, always observing and sketching people, then making edgy dark jokes or saying things like "bullets are better than words" and bragging about his sniper skills. Chill dude, you're giving creep psycho vibes!

Fuze: does he even talk? I bet his idea of carrying a conversation is to answer with yes-no answers and grunts. His personality is a mystery cause the only traits we know about him are "quiet" and "likes to blow up stuff (includng whoever is on his way, oopsie daisy)" so I'm pretty sure he's boring. Like, other ops probably forget he's there and treat him as part of the furniture outside the training range/missions.

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Okay this was oddly fun 😂 And hopefully the people being butthurt about previous roasts will see now that it's not a serious assessment of any of the characters... except maybe for Ace :p

[faunawoodsart]

Scorched Earth (R6 Oc Fanfic)

Pt 16. Panic

Tags: @illmetbymoonlight @lethal-justice

Tachanka and Fuze kept blasting at the Archaeans. Fuze noticed out of the corner of his eye that the fire had spread much further than they wanted it to. What was going on…

Before Nav could stand up, something slammed next to her at great speeds. A massive claw. She quickly looked up to see that The Mother was now directly over her. The stench of its burning flesh filled Nav’s lungs. Nav quickly got up and began running once more. Her heart was beating so fast, but The Mother was faster. She felt one of its claws swipe and snapped into her legs. Sending her flying into a tree. Nav then fell to the ground. The creature reared up and slammed down. She rolled out of the way so she would not get hit. It reared up once more. She suddenly realized what it was doing: It was trying to trample her. Trying to kill her like an large hooved animal would do to a wolf. She had to think fast. Rolling seemed like the best option but she knew it would only work for so long. She needed another plan now. Nav grabbed her gun and unloaded the entire mag into the soft underbelly of The Mother. Due to finding its weak spot, it reared up once more. Slamming down even faster. 

SNAP

Nav, all the sudden, felt a searing pain in her left arm and hand… She suddenly realized what happened in thats short amount of time. Her gun was destoryed as well as her arm. Nav had to act. Even with her arm in an extreme amount of pain, she held her gun and began the blast the underside of the mother. Making it rear up once more. High enough that she could get up and run. At this point, Nav was working purely on instinct. As she ran, she hurriedly pulled out her pistol. She began to do the same thing she did before. This time her shooting was much less accurate due to her not being able to use her left hand. This made her panic. Panicking was the last thing she wanted to do. But as she was loading up her pistol, it started to set in. Nav counted her bullets:

10.

Wait no that can’t be right…She counted again.

10.

Her hands began to shake. She had to make sure every single one of these bullets hit its target. She had to. This was life or death. The tree she was hiding behind wouldn’t do any good for using as a shield. She needed something better. She got up and began running again. It did not take her too long to find something better: A boulder. Nav hid behind it. She propped herself up in a way to keep her pistol steady. A loud scream was heard, Archeans appeared over the hill. Nav took a deep breath and pulled the trigger.

9. Hit.

8. Hit

7. Miss

6. Hit

5. Miss

Nav reloaded her pistol. She heard The Mother’s loud scream getting closer. She pulled the trigger.

4. Hit

–.Miss

–. Miss.

Nav hid behind the rock. Her hands were shaking. She opened up the cylinder. One… One bullet was left… She sat there shaking. Closing the cylinder. Her feet felt frozen. Her arm was in excruciating pain. She knew she had to do one thing…Make that last bullet count. 

The screaming Mother was getting close. Nav put her finger on the trigger. Aimed.

BANG!

[modernghostfare]

cold war sex!?

uality headcanons. hi. everyone is out so i can do my list :)

NATO:

adler: the straightest man in the world. homophobic

baker: also really straight. not homophobic

bulldozer: bi. he likes milfs and twinks

hudson: mindnumbingly straight. homophobic

hunter: bi.

mason: STRAIGHT but he was reznov’s prison wife so

maxis: she can be bi.

park: bi

rivas: lesbiab

salah: bi

sims: GAY. spouse of lazar.

song: straight. not homophobic

stryker: gay. has never had a relationship

weaver: straight, sugar daddy

wolf: bi bc i rly like him.

woods: GAY. committed to bowman even tho hes died.

zeyna: bi, prefers women

bonus lazar is bi.

WARSAW:

antonov: i like him so hes bi. total loser.

beck: straight-ish

fuze: bi

garcia: straight, asshole

ghostface is gay

jackal: tough. gay but in the closet so hes like hypermasc straight

kitsune: straight, but only bc shes a guy. fucks milfs

knight: straight all around horrible guy to be around

naga: straight but he has fucked dudes. sort of just to see what the fuss is about

portnova: straight but shes a gay icon

powers: this is hard. i dont know. shes too busy to fuck it doesnt matter

stitch: gay.

stone: bi he will put his dick anywhere

vargas: gay. maybe.

wraith: shes so straight. homophobic

bonus perseus is bi

[the-slasher-files]

Andrei, Xaviera and the twins are the definition of a killer family 🤌🏻

YES!! they're the best and I love them all so much!! Me and @horrorslashergirl put everything into them... and I mean whats not to love?

You have Andrei. The wolf. One of the most dangerous men in Russian and in Europe. More wolf than human at some points but he would give anything for his babygirl.

Then we have Xaviera. The beautiful ghostly snow leopard, deadly and delicate. A sharpshooter that could kill anyone with her gun but she has a heart of gold. Her understanding for nature and animals mixed with her empathy makes her a true perfect person to tame the wolf

Dominik, the older twin. The white wolf. The silent, strong yet gentle boy with a temper that can move mountains once you get to the end of his long fuze. He likes to work and life his life relatively alone. He's calm, cool and collected... just don't make him mad

And finally we have the Anastasia, or Stassie. The babygirl with fire in her blood. Delicate like a butterfly yet as striking as lightning. A burning wildfire of a soul that could never be tamed and true heart of love behind the strong attitude. Don't get in her way