DEIFIED

fandomless oc. original lore. written by boar

[teoporiuli]

in light of shifting wolfin back to a modern verse and deciding to tie her into ancient sumerian mythology, i've chosen to archive this blog and start fresh. i won't be dropping any threads or dropping any of wolfin's current relationships/dynamics as those are well established. the new blog is over at @labbatu

[teoporiuli]

in light of shifting wolfin back to a modern verse and deciding to tie her into ancient sumerian mythology, i've chosen to archive this blog and start fresh. i won't be dropping any threads or dropping any of wolfin's current relationships/dynamics as those are well established. the new blog is over at @labbatu

[teoporiuli]

in light of shifting wolfin back to a modern verse and deciding to tie her into ancient sumerian mythology, i've chosen to archive this blog and start fresh. i won't be dropping any threads or dropping any of wolfin's current relationships/dynamics as those are well established. the new blog is over at @labbatu

[teoporiuli]

in light of shifting wolfin back to a modern verse and deciding to tie her into ancient sumerian mythology, i've chosen to archive this blog and start fresh. i won't be dropping any threads or dropping any of wolfin's current relationships/dynamics as those are well established. the new blog is over at @labbatu

[teoporiuli]

and if i put wolfin back in a modern setting but changed her deific origin to something ancient sumerian...?

[teoporiuli]

when she catches you, ea-nasir...

[teoporiuli]

and if i put wolfin back in a modern setting but changed her deific origin to something ancient sumerian...?

[teoporiuli]

i love wolfin. i love writing wolfin. but i'm really struggling with this blog right now.

deciding to base everything off entirely original lore rather than pre-existing real world mythology is cool and all, but it tends to work a lot better in a true fantasy setting. the problem with a fantasy setting is that --- not only is my lore a total messy work in progress --- but i just can't devote the time and effort and don't have enough inspiration to completely worldbuild an entire setting. i know i'm not t.olkien, but it feels wrong to half-ass a world just to microfocus on one specific character.

the other problem is that i've been writing real world-ish based wolfin for so long in a modern setting that it's much easier to jump into those interactions, and my writing flows better and feels much more natural. sometimes i also feel like wolfin as a character works much better in a modern setting as opposed to a fantasy one. it just feels more authentic to her; probably because that's the kind of background i originally created her for.

all this to say that idk what i'm doing here. i don't know if switching to my own lore and a fantasy setting was a good idea. i don't know if i can manage to tweak things enough to fit into a modern setting. i don't know if i can tweak wolfin enough to ground her in a fantasy world. i don't know how to balance anything. maybe i need to reassess what the fuck i'm doing with her.

anyway, i'm just yelling into the void.

[clawsextended]

the cat is by far cheerful, a happy creature if ever there was one. she has very few needs, as it turns out, to ever be satisfied, but there’s a simplicity she appreciates — she’s not one for the refined, but every so often it can be… a little fun. she doesn’t hate a black gucci if it doesn’t feel like it’s wearing her.

and she’s just in a terrific mood, absolutely ecstatic, happily wandering back with heels clicking along the concrete in good cheer. in a rare moment, goodwill toward all men —

well, maybe not all.

her hands wrap around the bars of the front gate, staring ecstatically into that shimmering cherry. she’s vibrating with excitement — if she were a dog, her tail would wag furiously. alas, she is a cat, and it’s maybe enough that her nails tap tap tap eagerly.

“mcdougal, accounting? suuuuuuuuure does. isn’t the world so small? microscopic,” she holds a hand out, palm upturned, incredible bravado her every inch. even with a thigh slit, “baby, let’s go. i need that car.”

[teoporiuli]

the wolf has little care for the refined. it's not a lifestyle that has ever suited her, even if she has enough blood money stashed away to rival every other wall street asshole in existence. but if she's anything, she's an agent of chaos. pure and simple. and she's perfectly happy to take advantage of rich people --- especially ones stupid enough to leave an expensive car sitting out in their driveway.

she beams at selina and gives her a sweeping bow as she takes her hand, like she's goddamn prince charming courting cinderella at a ball. " as you wish. "

wolfin lets the cat handle the lock on the driveway gate. her own lockpicking skills are limited to traditional locks at best; selina's the expert when it comes to all things digital or biometric. the car, on the other hand, is a different story. they both know how to hotwire a vehicle. but dinner was the cat's treat. the car is wolfin's.

the engine starts up with a loud, rumbling purr; the kind that thrills any luxury car enthusiast. she opens the driver's side door for selina right as one of the lights in the townhouse flicks on. a silhouette appears in the window and disappears just as quickly, but that only fuels the excitement pumping through her veins.

" uh oh, " wolfin fake whines, feigning disappointment. " looks like we got spotted. " she flashes another grin at selina before sliding across the hood of the idling car to the passenger side.

" come on, you're driving! "

[teoporiuli]

" hey, i've got an idea. "

they're on their way back from dinner --- something too upscale for wolfin's tastes. it's dark now, streetlights flickering on, a few passersby in the distance. no one paying them any mind. after all, this is a ritzy part of the city; and they just look like two ritzy bitches taking a nighttime stroll in a relatively safe neighborhood.

wolfin stops walking in front of some sleek looking townhouse. one of those dark modern monstrosities that's eighty percent glass and twenty percent black-coated steel; cherry red lamborghini parked in the driveway. none of the windows are lit up. either no one is home or someone went to bed early. she hooks her thumb over her shoulder and gestures at the townhouse.

" doesn't this place belong to that guy you hate? that one exec, fuckface mc-whatshisname? "

a mischievous glint comes into the shine of her eyes, and she grins at @clawsextended.

" let's steal his fuckin' car. "

[inboxideas]

Send me one pro and one con you could see with having sex with my character.

(anons welcome)

[teoporiuli]

@clawsextended said the cat wraps her arms tight around Wolfin. largely because when she’s excited about something and she— hops, leaps up, expects to be caught without fail, holds onto her incredibly tight. it’s photogenic, but it’s also direly sincere.

being with selina is as easy as breathing. at least compared to everything else wolfin has to deal with. it's gotten to the point where she can anticipate the cat's actions. so when selina's arms twine around her neck and she jumps --- wolfin has her arms out to catch her effortlessly, bridal style.

there's a bright grin, sharp teeth and playful recklessness, and the wolf presses her lips to the cat's temple. they look like something out of a postcard. an old polaroid photograph. even if the two of them are anything but storybook. even if someday it won't be like this. even if there's a destiny that wolfin has been putting off for far, far too long in favor of selina's embrace.

" you were pretty sure i'd catch you. " she remarks teasingly. " i wouldn't be so confident next time. never know when my arms might give out. " they both know they won't.

[teoporiuli]

@am4zon said i bet you're soft on the inside.

there are few people who are a match for the wolfkiller. the sellsword is all lean muscle and hard-earned experience. she's journeyed far and seen much; a capable warrior through and through even if the nature of her trade has brought her a less than honorable reputation. she isn't all sharp edges, however. and the other warrior woman with a lasso at her hip may not be any different.

nights are warm here, somewhere near the coast. a flickering torch illuminates the narrow space between this cluster of small buildings; the tavern and adjacent houses. most are sleeping, some are still drinking. but overall the village is quiet at this late hour, no one passing by or glancing their way.

wolfin stands toe-to-toe with the other, pressing her back against the rough wall of mud and brick, their faces only a breath apart. she smiles, bold and heady all at once. fingers hook in the other woman's belt to tug her closer until their hips are flush. " oh? " the wolfkiller laughs softly. " would you like to find out? "

notes on an execution --- not accepting

[teoporiuli]

@s0fias said i don't feel things like other people.

the air is thick with cigarette smoke. it prickles at wolfin's eyes, makes her nose itch; sensitive to the smell. something about it seems to contrast sharply with the soft slip of damp silk sheets against her body. perhaps she simply isn't the kind of creature meant for luxury. maybe she's a different kind of animal. maybe sofia is too.

it can't be said that there's love between them. that isn't the nature of what they are. this is a casual fling, a release of inhibitions. sofia's quiet yet loud defiance of her father's traditional views; wolfin's compulsive need to recklessly endanger herself by fucking a mafioso's daughter. but there is a fondness there. a solidarity.

wolfin shifts, rolls over, props herself up on her elbow. she plucks the cigarette from sofia's lipstick-smeared lips and puts it out on her own hip, unflinching at the way it burns before she flicks it away across the room. " what do you feel, then? " the wolf asks, genuinely curious as to the answer. " how is it different? "

notes on an execution --- not accepting

[teoporiuli]

@am4zon said 「 BARE 」 : for sender to undress in front of receiver

removing armor is not so easy a task; even for practiced hands. it takes time, and patience, much like any delicate art. and it's an art that diana seems to do well. the way she takes her time is apparent. each piece comes away with painstaking slowness, layer by layer. the amazon's movements are teasing. deliberate. and it would be a lie to say that wolfin is less than appreciative of it.

at last diana's body is finally bare. the mercenary hums as she pulls the amazon close, her own armor still on, unwilling to interrupt the display in front of her by removing it. her fingers creep between the amazon's thighs and sink into the already growing wetness she finds there; her mouth finds her neck, focused on creating a bruise.

" now you can help me with mine, " wolfin breathes. they both know diana won't get the chance.

𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 --- not accepting

[teoporiuli]

@thrownsoul said 「 PRESS 」 : for sender to press receiver against a wall and kiss them

breathless. delighted. that's how wolfin feels when her back hits the wall, when alice's mouth meets hers. her hands settle on alice's hips to pull her closer. there may be a lot that's changed about both of them over the years, but not this. definitely not this.

" remember when you used to be shy? " wolfin laughs when the kiss breaks, pulling away with a gentle nip. she leans back against the wall and raises her eyebrows. she's not about to object to alice being a little more forward. " what happened to that, huh? "

𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 --- not accepting

[teoporiuli]

@thrownsoul said 「 BARE 」 : for sender to undress in front of receiver

this isn't the first time wolfin has seen alice undress, but that doesn't make it any less special; any less enticing. she watches her quietly, leaning against the doorframe. the scarab is like a dark blue scar against alice's back; wolfin has never known her without it, and it doesn't bother her anyway. her eyes take in the span of alice's shoulders, the curves of her hips, the subtle definition of muscle.

when she's finally naked, wolfin shrugs away from the door and steps forward. she pulls alice into her arms, lips on the back of her shoulder, the hard surface of kaji ren pressed between them. she hums her appreciation, hands traveling lower and lower still. " quit teasing. " but it's a halfhearted whine. they both know it.

𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 --- not accepting

[notmorbid]

notes on an execution, pt. 1.

dialogue prompts from notes on an execution by danya kukafka.

pity is destruction wearing a mask of sympathy.

you have something in your teeth.

it's okay to be afraid.

you're the type who doesn't break rules.

i don't see how guilt helps anyone.

there must have been a time before you were like this.

i bet you're soft on the inside.

i don't think you can ever see the whole of another person.

i'm not inside my own body.

you've grown into your own shadow.

you could've been anything but this.

sometimes there's no way forward that isn't also out.

no amount of love can keep anyone safe.

tragedy is undiscerning, and totally unfair.

the right kind of love will eat you alive.

we're warriors. we take care of ourselves.

i don't like when people laugh at me.

sometimes i do things i can't explain.

have you ever hurt so badly you lose every last trace of yourself?

it will pass. it always does.

i can tell when you're sick, and i can tell when you're sad.

thought is the purest thing you can leave behind.

there is no such thing as good and evil, just memory and choice.

if i'm simply a series of choices, i'm glad they led me here.

hard things will change you.

i don't feel things like other people.

sometimes i wonder if you feel anything at all.

two connected things must always come apart.

everyone tells me i'm too nice.

where are you, in your other lives, if you're not here?

morality is not fixed, it's fluid.

you have to take better care of yourself.

i spent a lot of time just trying to forget.

you're like a detective from a tv show.

you can have the good without the hurt, but it won't be nearly as exquisite.

i've never seen you embarrassed before.

you're not one of the bad ones.