fight 'em off.

affiliated oc for citta alveare

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{Here it is, a proper intro post! I’m Tama!! I rp’d in Citta like… six months ago? It’s been a while and needless to say I’m a little rusty, but! I am happy to be back and hopefully I’ll be in for the long run. 

But now for the Real Purpose of this post. In order to mark my glorious return to the RP world, I will be holding a SUMMER ICON GIVEAWAY. Reblog this post for a chance to get an icon drawn by yours truly with a fresh Summer theme!! (examples of previous giveaway icons [x] [x]) We’ll go with nine winners since that’s the most that can fit in an image post lol

Some Rules:

Your blog must be affiliated with Citta Alveare

1 reblog per account (if you have multiple accounts at Citta, you can do one each, but you can only be picked as a winner once; I’m trusting you guys to be honest if I end up picking 2+ of your accounts)

Winners will be randomly chosen at the start of meme day (6/12) and icons will be posted once they’re all done (whenever that is, hopefully within a couple of days of picking the winners. 

[mediumofthestars]

✯ Excuse me, she isn’t a wannabe cop. She’s a wannabe hero! If you’re gonna be demeaning, at least do it right.

✯“Grrrrr, come back, you  bastard!” Good thing Maya hadn’t yet completely stuffed herself with pizza, so she was still light enough to enact a proper chase. People around looked at the scene with a mix of confusion and annoyance.

✯ Maya doesn’t mind, however. In the fight for justice, one can’t be led astray by public opinion!

[wolfbrutes-blog]

                 『☪』→  Oh. Huh. He hadn’t actually expected her to chase him. Now this whole thing had dissolved into a situation Riven wasn’t really sure how to end. I mean, yeah, he could just stop running, but he really wanted some damn pizza. And if she caught him, the wolf boy was almost certain he wouldn't be getting any. He would be kicked out empty-handed. So, really, the only thing to do was get to a place she couldn’t reach and hide until she finally got bored. Which was the sole purpose behind him sliding up and over a railing with lupine grace before leaping high to grab the edge of the top of a decorative pillar that he knew his pursuer was too short to get up on, hauling himself up quickly before peering downward at the wannabe-hero.

           ❝ Are you done chasing me yet, or what?! ❞

[mediumofthestars]

✯ She visibly gasps as she sees the innocent food plate drop down the floor. What a horrifying vision! That only makes her angrier at this guy!

✯“Don’t blame me for your incompetency in properly dealing with food!! As a new member of the team, it’s my duty to kick you out of here before more innocents are hurt! HAAAAAAASHITAKE!!!!!”

[wolfbrutes-blog]

                 『☪』→  Innocents? What did she think he was, some kind of murderer? Although at the moment he kind of was, given all the ruined pizza on the floor before them. But, seriously. That really wasn’t his fault.

           ❝ You wanna kick me out?! ❞ Hell no. Not yet. He still hadn’t eaten any pizza. ❝ You’re gonna have to catch me then, lady! ❞ And he was off, fully determined to get away from this wannabe-cop.

[mediumofthestars]

✯ A pizza thief? Someone macculating the saintness of eating and delighting themselves until their stomachs explode? Oh, how terrible! There’s only one hero capable of dealing with such a threat.

✯“Halt over there, you evildoer!!” Maya’s shout could be heard by anyone closeby, just like they could see her overdramatic finger pointing towards the wolf boy. “Nobody enters this mansion and steals pizza like that! Put it back on place!”

[wolfbrutes-blog]

                 『☪』→  Being yelled at by a strange girl who was significantly smaller than him was not what Riven had expected to happen. He was entirely unprepared. And as the first words leave her mouth, he starts, hands fumbling as a yelp bubbles from his throat. The pizza goes flying, the whole plate of it, and he whirls, eyes wide and filled with irritation.

           ❝ E-Evildoer?! ❞ Maybe a little harsh, but probably still applicable here. ❝ I could say the same to you! Look what you made me do! ❞

[wolfbrutes-blog]

                 『☪』→  He wasn’t sneaking into this party. Absolutely not. He didn’t even know what an Avenger was. What were they avenging? Hell if he knew. He was a petty criminal, this kind of stuff didn’t apply to him. And it certainly wasn’t his fault if nobody noticed the black wolf slinking through the entrance, or the fact that that same wolf stood up and started walking on two legs just moment after. Or that the wolf who’d become a person was now sneaking along the fringes of the crowd with an entire plate of pizza held close to his chest. People should have been paying more attention if they didn’t want a pizza thief on their hands, after all.

           Who could ever stop this dastardly fiend?

[wolfbrutes-blog]

@soloidarity

                 『☪』→  Riven smelled food. It was the kind of savory scent that only came from slow-roasted meat, meat that had been slathered in all kinds of sauces and seasonings and goodies. The kind of food you only ate once every few years, that turned your bones to butter and made your taste buds sing. Its sudden presence made Riven’s head snap around so fast he could almost hear his spine cracking, and within seconds he was off, long legs sliding smoothly as he loped down back alleys and side streets. If anyone questioned the fact of an incredibly large wolf running through the streets of an urban city, he didn’t hear, and before long Riven found himself coming up to the source of the scent. His pace slowed to a casual trot, tongue lolling from his mouth hungrily. Wherever that scent was coming from, it was his.

           Peeking around the corner in front of him was all it took to lay eyes on the prize, and a prize it was. A plate of baby back ribs, perfectly cooked and barbecued, just waiting for him. Riven darted his gaze to and fro for a moment, making sure the coast was clear, before sprinting towards it. He had to be fast, to avoid being caught by whoever had cooked these. And he was just about to leap, when the unpleasant sensation of being suddenly and violently snapped into the air sent the wolf’s mind spinning. A yelp left his throat as he was snared in a goddamn net that lifted him from the ground at terminal velocity, limbs immediately becoming entangled in the woven ropes. Well, this was certainly great.

           And it was made even better when Riven heard footsteps approaching, causing him to swivel his head and prick his head. He sure as hell hoped this wasn’t someone about to come skin him.

[wolfbrutes-blog]

@pendanto

                 『☪』→  If there was one thing Riven could tolerate, it was staring. Whether it was someone who had stumbled upon him in wolf form, or a short person that stared up at him, or someone who stared simply because they thought he was pretty. And then, of course, there were the people who stared at him with loathing disdain when he and his boyfriend expressed any affection towards each other in public. It was always something he’d shrugged off with little care, that he’d ignored or simply not payed any attention to. When you led a life such as his, gawking and unwanted eyes was just simply something you walked side by side with. If he couldn’t deal with something as simple as someone staring at him unwanted, then how was he expected to survive at all?

           At least, that’s what he would normally say. But this. This was different. Riven hunched over the railing he was leaning against, shoulders creeping towards his ears in an attempt to shrink himself from the pointed gaze fixed on him. It was like a thousand suns burning their way through his back, and the wolf could feel a bead of sweat slip down his temple as he ducked his head farther. Seriously, what was this girl’s problem? What the hell could she possibly want to warrant such fierce attention? He wanted her to stop, to walk away, to leave him be, but it seemed that she had no intentions of such. It seemed that it was up to him to stop whatever the hell was happening here. Pivoting on the ball on his foot, Riven whirled to finally meet her gaze, his face flushed with embarrassment.

           ❝ Wh-What the fuck do you want, you wierdo?! ❞ The aggravation in his tones caused the usual mellow presence of his accent to flare up, clipping the ‘w’ sounds into ‘v’s and turning his ‘the’ into a ‘ze’, as well as making his voice more throaty.

[wolfbrutes-blog]

@parejdolija

                 『☪』→  Green eyes closed as Riven rested his chin on his hands, elbows firmly planted on the table before him as he settled on the bench. He’d spent the entire day running around as much of the city as he could get to, both on two legs and four, and now his feet ached something awful. By the end of his last shift, he’d left bloody pawprints with each step, the rough asphalt scraping through even the thick, fleshy pads on the bottom of his paws. Now the flesh was stripped from both his hands and feet, but the pain didn’t bother Riven quite so much. He’d bandaged both as well as he could, and now the soft texture of gauze slid across his cheeks as he rested. He would heal eventually (faster than most, at least) and for now he would simply endure. Most would call him foolish for pushing himself so hard, but for Riven getting home was an important thought. Not to mention that knowing your area was one of the first things the Russian mob had taught him when he had first joined them. And although he had left them behind, their lessons stayed with him.

           All this went through Riven’s head in the moments after he’d sat down at the picnic table, eyes closed against the glare of the setting sun. But, even without sight, he wasn’t helpless. The shapeshifter was entirely aware of his surroundings, and when an odd scent drifted towards him, he found himself turning his nose towards it. It was... cold. Sterile. Some small part of him almost thought it smelled like the stars. Wrinkling his bow, Riven slowly opened his eyes to search for the source of the scent. Which didn’t exactly take very long, considering it was sitting just down the bench from him. A few scoots to the side brought him right in front of the other boy, and a finger was quickly pointed his way.

           ❝ You... You smell weird. Did you know? ❞ Okay, maybe not the smoothest entry, but it better than nothing.

[wolfbrutes-blog]

@lbow

                 『☪』→  Some part of Riven (a rather large part, in fact) really, really wanted to say something here. But another, smaller part of him didn’t want to get into some weird sort of trouble that involved changing his name and moving to Mexico. Not that he would survive in Mexico, because it’s hot there, or that there even was a Mexico in this place. Or maybe there was. He’d have to see later. But for now, the internal debate he was having with himself was the forefront thought in his mind as he watched the scene before him play out. There was a man on the ground, seemingly sobbing his eyes out for reasons Riven couldn’t quite figure out himself. Normally, that would be enough for him to at least go over and see if the guy was okay, but he wasn’t so sure these conditions were exactly... typical. The man himself seemed far too old to the wolf boy to be crying all by himself in an alley, and plus, he just looked weird. His hair, his clothes, his face. Everything.

           And then there was the matter of his scent. Riven inhaled deeply, taking it in once again to make sure his senses weren’t playing tricks with him. But, of course, they weren’t. This man smelled like a predator. Like a hunter. Like blood and raw meat. It caused the wolf within him to raise its hackles instinctively, and Riven could feel a growl building up in the back of his throat. But attacking outright wasn’t the answer. That much, at least, was obvious. Because although the wolf that prowled through his thoughts wanted nothing to do with the man, the human side of Riven couldn’t just leave someone crying by themselves. As so, against his better judgement, a few cautious steps were taken toward the other.

           ❝ Hey, dude... ❞ Probably not the most sympathetic greeting, but it would do. ❝ You’re not, like... dying or anything, are you? Because I don’t think I’m qualified to take care of a dying person. ❞

[wolfbrutes-blog]

@thewrathwithin​

                 『☪』→  The cup nestled between Riven’s intertwined fingers made the inside of his palms slick, the cool perspiration a pleasant feeling against his skin as he watched the pedestrians stream down the street. All walks of life made their way through this city, and it was rather fascinating to watch them. People-watching had always been a hobby for the shapeshifter, but here the term took on an all-new meaning. Less people-watching and more... living-organisms-watching. For every regular human that walked by, something passed him that wasn’t human. Or, at least, was more than human. People with horns, people with gray skin, people with feathers, people who carried swords around like it was still the 16th century. Creatures that looked more animal than human, and some that just looked plain alien. Riven tilted his cup forward as he took another sip of his drink, green eyes surveying the crowd intently. That is, until something else caught his eye.

           The wolf boy tilted his head as the girl sat down at the ornate metal table beside his, nostrils subtly flaring as he took in her scent. She smelled like fire and ash, like ancient magma that had just bubbled to the surface of the earth for the first time in a thousand years. Yes, he was definitely intrigued. Holding his drink close to his mouth, Riven spoke absently, acting as if he held little interest in the other.

           ❝ I’d recommend the caramel macchiato. They’ll drizzle chocolate on top if you ask. ❞ Acting as if this wasn’t the first time he’d been to this coffee shop, and the only reason he knew that wasn’t because he’d watched five people before him do the same.

[wolfbrutes-blog]

@vivisectxr

                 『☪』→  There was really only one thing to do when you’ve found yourself in a weird city filled with a bunch of weird people that you know nothing about. And that one thing? Sniffing around, of course. To most it was only a figurative statement, but to one such as Riven, it was very much literal. Nails clicked against concrete rhythmically as he padded down the alley he’d turned into, the gritty feeling of the dirty street an unpleasant but familiar feeling under his paws. His snout was lowered, held close to the ground as his nostrils flared, taking in all the scents around him. It was almost unnerving how normal things seemed to him in his wolf form: everything he smelled reminded him of every big city he’d ever visited, save for the occasional alien smell he couldn’t identify. The world, seen through color-blind canine eyes, seemed the same as it had always been. Out of sight of the odd people that inhabited this place, it was almost identical to where he was from.

           It was only the arrival of a new scent that brought Riven back from his drifting thoughts, and he raised his head to drink it in, ears pricking forward curiously. A human, it seemed, a young female. He could see her now, coming toward him, and instinct took hold. His ears swiveled back to lie flat against the top of his head, and Riven’s tail held itself out rigidly, yellow eyes fixing to the girl as a low warning growl rumbled from his throat.

           Riven just hoped she didn’t have a gun. And, if she did, that she didn’t find it odd for an abnormally large wolf to be prowling city allies.

[wolfbrutes-blog]

@foxthiefs

                 『☪』→  There were things in this world that you just woke up ready for. That you had elaborate “in-case-of” plans in place for, that you were confident you could handle. For Riven, that list was extensive and well thought out, filled with just about everything he could imagine. Zombie apocalypse? Check. Being framed for murder? Check. Waking up in a weird city in what appeared to be some sort of pocket dimension and being told you’re now a science experiment? No check there, unfortunately. No check there at all. It was that bitter thought that swirled through his head as Riven warily took a few steps down the street, eyes darting to and fro suspiciously. God, this place was weird. He could tell that from just a few glances here and there. Who the hell knew what the wolf was going to do here. But he did know one thing. And that was that he was missing something very important.

           Espen was the first thought in his mind, followed directly by the kids from their pack. If he was here, where were they? Safe, hopefully, but worry still gnawed at Riven’s stomach. He wanted to know where they were, what they were doing. Had the kids eaten? Cleaned their rooms? Done their chores? To many, the thoughts would probably seem silly to one in Riven’s position, but to him they were the most important thing in the world. But, more than anything, he wanted to know. And little did he know that one of those questions would be answered with an abruptness he hadn’t expected.

           The sight of a familiar black head bobbing in the crowd just a few yards from him made the wolf boy’s chest tighten with a relief so fierce it took his breath away, mouth opening soundlessly. For a moment Riven could only stand there, soaking that familiar presence up, but seconds later the spell cracked and he was on the move, almost jogging in the direction of his target. It took only a few more seconds for him to catch the person, pulling up short just behind them. A smile graced his lips as a slim hand reached forward, knotting itself in the back of the other’s shirt and lifting Espen clear off the ground.

           ❝ There you are. What’s wrong with you, getting lost like a little kid? You should know how hard it is for me to find you when you’re so short. ❞ Riven’s words were smooth and nonchalant, with none of the emotions he’d felt earlier behind them. But he knew Espen would understand just how relieved and happy he was to see him. Neither of them needed words to know that.

[wolfbrutes-blog]

it’s rp ad time!

for a little background on riven here, he’s a russian-born shapeshifter (more specifically, a werewolf) who eventually migrated to the united stated, so he’s familiar with both! he has a rather sarcastic and gruff personality, but he’s pretty soft on little kids since he’s raised quite a few of them himself.

so on that note, like for a starter! the cap’s at 4 for now!

[citta-alveare-deactivated201811]

apping my oc, riven volkov! his application can be found under the appropriate link or at /app!!

Welcome to the hive, Riven!

You will be housed in apartment c-5.

You will retain the ability to transform up to two times per day, for ten minutes each transformation. You will also be given plastic soda rings.

Enjoy your stay!

– mod 『 』

[yinyu]