#( wolf. )

[beardless-bearded-vulture]

North American wolves in the trophy room in Riihimäki

[tsuiito]

@sangerosnix

Getting used to living somewhere she wasn't used to was going to take some time, but at the very least, Kanade was slowly adjusting herself to being here. Anything was an improvement over what was going on before, and she really figured she shouldn't be anything less than grateful someone let her live in their space at all.

Her sleep was still erratic. That wasn't exactly a big change from how she lived before, but when broken up unwillingly by memories she'd rather not revisit and nightmares, it was a little more uncomfortable to put up with. She managed regardless, and maybe more when she finally felt like she could properly ask to use Mafuyu's equipment and start trying to compose again.

Some of her time initially had been spent looking at some of the commentary while she was gone. When someone uploaded as often as "K" did, of course suddenly not doing anything for a month or more was going to make people wonder. "Where did they go?" "Are they okay? I hope they didn't give up on making music!" were just some of many. Maybe there was a strange kind of comfort it knowing that her absence was noticeable, at least, even if she didn't really interact with these comments or directly speak.

She didn't expect to make much progress in a day. She navigated what she had available to her now that she no longer had access to her own more familiar setup, and refreshed herself on what programs she now had access to. Synthesizers were easier to get accustomed to. It was like sitting at a piano or any other synthesizer to Kanade. She could adjust like she was studying the back of her hand, but she's been like that since she was a little girl.

At least, after the first day she spent re-adjusting to it all, she felt more capable of actually putting it all back to practice. And if all of the new experiences and anxieties did anything for her, it helped give her some push in the right direction for something new to make. Somehow, even if nothing else felt normal anymore, at least being able to do this grounded her again, somehow.

[coiningclub]

wlf. / wolf. honorifics

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[deadxxbambi]

[pigeonsplayground]

nnnng thinkin about how delicious and vulnerable it feels to be a bunny cornered by a wolf or perhaps two wolves 👉🏻👈🏻

[darkbets]

" before you say anything, it wasn't me. " for wolf. if you like <3

The crime scene had already been cordoned off, even if wolf and the police didn’t always see eye to eye he could, at the very least, acknowledge their efficiency. From the moment they’d arrived on scene they’d been diverting foot-traffic which made her appearance here was anything but serendipitous. All it takes is a sweeping gaze for his eyes to land, inevitably, on Clemency. There was something eternally graceful about her, even if her mouth was irksome framed by the lurid, yellow tape.                          ❝ before you say anything, it wasn’t me. ❞  she offers. ❝ and yet here you are, can’t say it’s a good look for you. ❞  Wolf does her the courtesy of lifting the tape but there’s nothing reciprocal about his grimace. ❝ which leaves one question, are you here to help or just admire the scenery.❞ considering the state they’d found the body in; a sanguinary struggle leaving the skin peeled back from the hands, multiple lacerations across the throat, blood pooling around her slumped body without an immortal in sight to partake; It would have been a waste. ❝ you haven’t even made it on the list this time. ❞ it’s veritable, after all, they were currently running on a grand total of zero suspects, maybe that’s what’s made his usually sarcastic timbre mordant. But he hadn’t allowed the tape to droop back and settle rigid which meant he was inviting her in, tacit or otherwise, and he wasn’t even in uniform this time. ❝ I will owe you one. ❞ a dangerous game to play but a hand he would play nonetheless. 

[xanthraxx]

day four - reverse au!

punk!patrick: the patrick who never found tennis but did find underground punk shows, skateboarding and crust pants. he can be found not getting a job and lighting art and fox’s cigarettes for them because princesses shouldn’t have to lift a finger.

britpop revival!art: the guy who listens to male manipulator music but doesn’t manipulate. he wears soft flannels that always smell like cigarette smoke and makes mixtapes for fox and patrick that always contain at least one too many songs by the smiths.

barbie!fox: elle woods meets jennifer check. baby pink, sparkly eyeshadow, hello kitty but not soft at the same time. she plays tennis (reverse au), but insists on having bedazzled rackets and pink skirts. she paints their nails for them and does a little extra cuticle care every time.