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#{ wolf in sheep's clothing / ic }

piecanl · 6 months

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Something about qTubbo not just going on a silent killing spree, but making sure it's equal and fair to his opponents sends chills down my spine.

This feeling of seeing someone devolve from hopeless diplomacy to mindless slaughter in just one day and STILL seeing remnants of that fairness yesterday's person so desperately hoped for just. Haunts me

This whole time he could've went for every single kill, could've struck and maimed, could've been showered in a bloodbath day after day

But he chose to farm impossible resources instead, nerfing his whole team to make everything fair.

It haunts me.

It makes me think about what put Tubbo in that ice prison in the first place, just how much is he capable of?

If pushed far enough what would he do?

I mean we saw a glimpse of the lengths he'd go to with Quackity, and even THEN he didn't lay a single finger on the duck.

He could've killed him over and over and over and overandoverandoverandover, but he didn't. He phycologically fucked with his mind.

Just who is Tubbo really?

An engineer, the youngest of the server, kind, slightly naive to a fault, trusting, selfless.

A better question might be "who WAS Tubbo".

#tubbo #qsmp #qtubbo #q tubbo #qsmp tubbo #team soulfire #maybe #not sure for that tag #I REAAAAALLY hope we get an exploration of qTubbo's past at some point #either in a big qsmp ice prison lore drop or by Tubbo himself #personally I'm a big fan of the son of Sparklez and Iskall from VH and a dragon hybrid headcanon #but that's probably never gonna be even CLOSE to canon #so I need am exploration of it so bad #also also people before kept overlooking Tubbo #thinking if him as anything as a threat #but after this event I hope they slightly shuffle away from him in discomfort #avoid eye contact #feel a chill down their spine anytime they see him log on #a sigh of relief as he logs off...#he's a wolf in sheep's clothing #but the wolf chose out of it's own volution to declaw itself and hand it's fur and skin to the hunters #the wolf never wanted to fight #it just wanted to survive.

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ssatxr · 3 months

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"Happy Valentines day, everyone. I hope everyone was safe."

#ic #{ sheep in wolf's clothing | midnight }

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rubbcrhosemoved · 11 months

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T A P. Tap. Tap. His finger taps on the arm of his chair, gaze focused on the ceiling above him. It’s too quiet...

#IC CHATTER ➡#FIZZAROLLI ➡ I’m just your silly little rabbit #VERSE ➡ I'm a wolf in sheep's clothing #...I don't know why my Ruler ! Fizz popped up randomly kajnegae

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requiemofrebellion · 3 months

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@deathfavor ⸻ ‘𝐬𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐲’ 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.

“ where’s your jacket? i’d like to show you something, and it’ll involve a bit of walking. ” ( Kisaki & Hanma )

Kisaki sighed from where his slumped body was sat. Today was shit, his plan to get closer to Mikey failed all because of Takemichi. How did he even know he was going to be waiting there for Mikey? The guy was always ruining his very carefully planned schemes, it didn’t make any sense. So, he was in a bad mood, not even trying to come up with another plan would get him into a better one. So, he was just curled up on the couch, glaring at nothing. Eyes lifted only when Hanma spoke up.

“ Show me something? “ He questioned with a raised brow. Maybe it was best to get up and out of this place though. “ Fine, I’ll grab my jacket. “

He slowly moved off the couch and walked over to another chair where he had thrown his jacket onto it. He slipped his arms through the arm holes and zipped up his jacket, turning his body to face Hanma. He looked the other over, but Hanma was one of the few that was hard for him to read so he had no idea what he was planning. It didn’t matter though, Kisaki trusted Hanma enough to not ask a bunch of questions on where they were going. He walked closer to the taller male, expression unamused of being dragged out.

“ This better not be a waste of my time. “ He says as he walked past Hanma to go outside.

#♠ a wolf in sheep's clothing is more than a warning ♠ ⸻ ic : kisaki #deathfavor #deathfavor ― hanma

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nottadog · 11 months

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'hurt'

"I know."

'hurt'

"...."

The deer was only getting worse. He had a few ideas, but he tried them all now. It was only getting worse. He was only delaying the inevitable at this point, making things worse. It was hard to admit there wasn't anything else he could do.

It wasn't really fair though! This was such a weird... poison. If it actually was that. Why did it take so long? Why wasn't it getting any better? Why did this have to happen?

He would take a moment to stare into the beast's pleading eyes.

Put it out of its misery.

A repetition of a distasteful thought. Maybe that's all he could do now. But was that really the better option?

#little wolf boy: ic #wolf in sheep's clothing: status #injured animal tw #death mention tw

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ssatxr-archive · 2 years

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ᴡʜᴀᴛ’s ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴜsᴇ’s ᴍᴏsᴛ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ ғᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ?

“M-My Skull? Lennothan come see this!”

“AAAHHHHH AHHH AAA!!! HHHHHH--

WHY IS ALL BONES??”

Tagged by: @necrosisfantosis { HELP BORNA’S WAS SO FUCKING FUNNYYYY }

Tagging: @ethereallyloved, @starofvirtue, @gxdsfury, @friendsamongstars

#ic #tag meme #{ I DID 2 BC I FIND IT FUNNY }#{ ASDJKASLKJHDQWDH #SAJDNASJD }#{ Sheep in Wolf's Clothing | Midnight }#{ King of Thorns | Lennothan }

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mad-heynaru · 1 year

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Every Christmas I get sad remembering I’ve never had eggnog before.

No clue what the whole deal is with it. What’s it taste like? Why do people love it so much?

Every year I decide I’m gonna finally try it and every year I forget…….it’s been too long without tasting the nectar of Santa

#eggnog #one day #heard it tastes like melted ice cream and honestly that sounds like heaven #celebrating the holidays feels like a lie #wolf in sheep's clothing

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ssatxr · 7 months

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"Big bird."

#{ sheep in wolf's clothing | midnight }#ic #{ crack? crack }

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rubbcrhosemoved · 8 months

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"P U L L." Armed with a simple shotgun, Fizzarolli lifts it and takes aim. On the sidelines stands Robo Fizz, grabbing a small 'clay pigeon' as he's learned they're called. It was a little round disc made from ground limestone and bound together with petroleum pitch. To him it looked almost like a frisbee. He twists and winds his arm up then flings it in the air. Fizzarolli follows the disc with his shotgun and shoots it out of the sky with ease.

"S I N C E when did you get into guns n' shit? Didn't you used to hate them?" The robotic ruler settles his hands on his hips, a small pensive frown forming on his lips. Fizzarolli had been acting off, not his usual self and it was starting to worry him. It was one thing for him to have completely decimated Mammon's piano but now the sudden interest in guns?

"I dunno. Does it matter?"

"W E L L noooo. Just... Seems a li'l outta nowhere is all."

F I Z Z A R O L L I points the gun in Robo Fizz's direction and smiles. "There's nothin' wrong with pickin' up new hobbies now is there." Robo Fizz shakes his head. "Good. Now, toss up another one. I think I'm gettin' the hang of this." With a small sigh the robotic ruler does as he's told and tosses up another disc, it getting shot down almost instantaneously. This still didn't seem right.

#IC STATUS ➡#FIZZAROLLI ➡ I’m just your silly little rabbit #ROBO FIZZ ➡ Comes with all the bells and whistles #VERSE ➡ I'm a wolf in sheep's clothing

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requiemofrebellion · 5 months

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@deathfavor ― * ― 𝑾𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑪𝑯𝑹𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑴𝑨𝑺 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺.

❛ let's just stay in, light a fire and watch some movies. ❜ ( Hanma & Kisaki )

Kisaki stared out the window, watching the snow storm from the safety of his house. The winds seemed to be blowing hard as he watched snowflakes scatter around before landing onto whatever they landed on. There were no people to be seen outside which was smart. Kisaki did have plans today but it looked like the weather had its own agenda. Which caused a frown to appear on Kisaki’s face. The news said something about how the storm was going to last all day, how inconvenient it was for him. Still, it couldn’t be helped.

He turned away from the window when he heard Hanma speak up. A movie day? When was the last time Kisaki wasn’t busy doing something with Toman? When was the last time he had relaxed as just himself? He honestly couldn’t recall, it had been quite a while, always on the go after taking over Toman. Of course Mikey was still the original leader but he was out of the picture for now and it worked out in Kisaki’s favor. Still, it did cause him to not have a relaxing day for quite some time.

“ Fine. Not like we can do anything outside anyways. ” Kisaki replied as he walked away from the window and to his couch. His eyes glanced at his fireplace and then to the tv above it. “ You start the fire, I’ll go grab some movies. ” He set his wallet and keys onto the end table before moving to where he kept his movies.

“ What kind of movie do you want? ” A finger lifted to trace over some of the titles. He really didn’t have that many. “ Or, we can actually find something better on a streaming service. ” He removed his finger and moved back to the couch, sitting down and grabbing the remote.

“ I am vetoing any cheesy Christmas movie though, understand? ” No way was he sitting through something dull.

#♠ a wolf in sheep's clothing is more than a warning ♠ ⸻ ic : kisaki #deathfavor #deathfavor ― hanma #♠ bad toman verse ♠#( hope this was okay ! )

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nottadog · 1 year

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It's getting worse. The boy's been doing his best to make sure the stag is being taken care of. Water. Food. Some herbal remedies. Despite that, it's condition continues to worsen.

It's grown more used to the boys presence, but that matters little. It's obviously in pain. He's not sure if he can actually help it now, nothing he's tried is working.

#injured animal tw #little wolf boy: ic #wolf in sheep's clothing: status

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tbko111 · 4 months

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Wolf in Sheep's Clothing

⊱ contents: yuta x fem reader, smut, noncon/dubcon, yandere, delusion, obsession, masturbation, stalking, virginity loss, mind break, creampie, manipulation, ⊱ wc: 2.6k ⊱ synopsis: There was just something about your friend Yuta that slowly urged you to let your guard down. Maybe it was his gentle nature, or his softspoken voice. Either way, you trusted him into your dorm room.

Yuta has spent years of his life shying away from intimacy. Inevitably he has masturbated at times, but was never big on it. Once he entered high school – festering with amorous teenagers, he still didn’t give it much mind.

That was until he met you.

It started off small. Being quiet, people would find you hard to approach, but Yuta felt otherwise.

"You dropped this." you muttered, holding out an eraser. Yuta blinked for a moment, surprised to hear your voice for the first time. It was like honey – easy on the ears. It even made him wonder why you don’t talk more.

"Oh, thank you." he smiled.

You awkwardly smiled back. It was his first time getting a clear look at you, and he thought about it for the rest of the day. He only thought you were kind of pretty, nothing more. Or so he told himself; he was too convinced he wouldn't find love again.

But the two of you surprisingly shared a lot in common, easing into conversations over time. It started as a normal friendship, but love waits for no one, and he couldn't help but start to admire your every detail. Your every move, every habit, every word… so thoughtful and reserved. It was tantalizing. Only to this point you felt similarly, thinking he was intimidating at first but putting your guard down at his unexpectedly sweet and sensitive personality.

It was spring, just the right amount of breezy and students abustle over the romance in the air. You had known Yuta for quite some time now, being comfortable enough to give gifts - albeit not too forward.

After school, you remain seated as your classmates race eachother to the exit. Yuta takes note of this and stays back as well.

"Are you not going?"

You fidget, then reach into your bag.

"Here, you can have this." you held out a small box of cookies. Adorned with small flowers to complement the season. He stared for a moment before accepting it.

"You remembered my birthday?" Yuta beamed, touched.

"Um... I just made too much yesterday." you chuckle, not daring to make eye contact. But he knew it was no coincidence. It was singlehandedly the best cookies he's had in his life, and he later lost sleep recalling your abashed face.

The more he got to know you, the stronger his feelings got. He wanted to know more. To feel more. You would only offer small joking pokes, or touch him accidentally which were always followed by apologies. He would calm his beating heart secretly wishing you wouldn't pull back all the time.

In the dead of summer, the two of you sat in front of a convenience store. Licking your ice cream carefully, you looked to the side to see Yuta blush and turn away. You suddenly grow embarrassed of the display, and cover your mouth.

"You want some too? I have change." you glance at him gingerly, trying to ease the air.

"What? Oh. No, I'm fine." Yuta lets air in through his collar, quickly looking away again. Something tells you he's not this worked up from the weather.

That night he touched himself for the first time in ages.

"Hahh... Y/n... Y/n... Y/n..."

Yuta mumbles to himself, twitching at his own touch. He rubs his length up and down with thoughts of you playing in his head like a movie. Your gaze, your voice, your everything, how you'd look so pretty with your lips wrapped around his cock, and how you'd look when he finally gets to fuck you and see your face melt into a pleasured mess, all for him.

"Fuck..." he inhales, climaxing at the thought.

Eventually, unable to get his mind off of you, he would steal small belongings as mementos of you, even touching himself with your handkerchief. It felt like a crime. This is wrong. I'm sick. He tried to tell himself, but as if in withdrawal from a drug, he'd cave into ogling you at every chance. No girl has made him feel this way before.

Pleasure finally overtook his guilt over fantasizing such vile things. He'd follow you at night "Just to make sure you're safe", and always keep an eye on you. He didn't have to worry about seeming creepy to you; he was all too good at putting up a front. To the point you only ever saw him as a kind friend, nothing more.

You've grown a soft spot for him and he didn't mind taking advantage of it. Yuta had always been nothing short of generous, but even he had his limits. Especially when it came to such an insatiable need.

By the time you trusted him, your every kind gesture became an indicator that you must like him back, justifying everything under that pretense.

It was winter before you knew it – roughly a year since you've met Yuta. You offered to do homework at your dorm room, and his pulse nearly stopped at the suggestion. He tried to sound casual, agreeing a little too quick.

"Come in, there's not much to see, but..." you welcome him in, taking off your shoes. He breathes in, almost going lightheaded from how your scent surrounds him.

You take off your coat, then your school blazer, the dress shirt framing your figure with more definition making him gulp and turn away.

Unloading your things and settling down, you help eachother with questions within the warmth of your room. There's about an hour of silent working – though it takes everything in Yuta to focus, until you stretch and groan complaining about the workload. One joke here and there turns into full procrastination as the two of you laugh quietly at trivial conversations.

At one point, you gently slap him on the arm, snapping what remained of his self-restraint. The giggles die down, and coming to your senses you find Yuta eyeing you shyly.

"Y/n..."

"Hm?"

The room is falling dark. You hadn't bothered to turn on the lights, and the daylight was beginning to fade away.

He leans in, making you pull away just slightly. But he won't let you do that this time. You were so cute that rational thought was flying out the window. All he knew was that you both wanted this.

He swallows, then snakes his hand up the back of your head, leaning in until your lips meet. For a moment you’re resistless, frozen in shock. Soon you’re quick to push him away, feeling your face burning up.

“Wait, Yuta, I didn't know y-”

Yuta finds your shocked face cute, but soon grows impatient and coaxes you back with a groan. He might just die if he keeps his hands off for any longer.

"If you really don’t want it, you can bite my tongue." he breathes, not even giving you room to respond. He knows you wouldn't, anyway.

He starts off with a small kiss. Running one hand down your arm with the other caressing the side of your head. You gasp, allowing him to slide his tongue in – desperate to taste you. The wet sounds make your head reel, but of course you don't bite. Despite being reluctant, you can't bring yourself to hurt him. You only groan softly, and feel Yuta purr into you like he’s in heaven.

He keeps you in place with an alarming amount of authority. The kiss grows hot and sloppy. It’s hard to think as he lifts you with surprising ease and lays you on your bed - conveniently close to your floor desk due to lack of space. He finds his way atop of you, one knee resting comfortably between your legs. You try to push away for air, and he lets you, only to start kissing your neck and down.

“Ah… Yuta, what-” your voice wobbles.

He shifts to loom over you completely, breathing erratic and needy. He continues to leave marks, feeling your body as if dying to memorize it by touch. Despite every alarm in your head going off, you don't want to believe that Yuta is a threat.

The affirmation is cut short when you jolt at the feeling of him unbuttoning your top.

“W- Wait!”

Yuta had held back for too long. He's been nothing but good to you. He deserved this – you deserved this. Having none of you was endurable, but just a taste was never going to be enough. All he got from your protests was that you were just shy. How cute.

“I’m sorry, I need you. I’ll make you feel good, I promise…” he’s murmuring, telling himself that more than anything.

He opens your shirt delicately, revealing your bra, and your arms fly up to cover yourself.

He steadily casts them aside to awe at your figure. His gaze lingers for uncomfortably long with bated breath.

“You’re so…” he trails off, lovestruck.

Your eyes meet his, and you can't help but look away. You've never let anyone see you so vulnerable before. He dips his head down to continue tasting your neck, and you feel him fumble to remove your bra. You tug at his clothes in place of asking him to stop, but it only tempts him more.

He finally removes it and puts it aside, shaking slightly at the sensation of your bare breast. Starting off with just his fingertips, he grows greedy and kneads them, carefully, as if you’re made out of glass. He’s nice as always – misleadingly so. You groan and pull your legs together as he teases your nipple, and grabbing his wrist with your weakened arms proves useless.

His hand travels down your body, each touch torturously tender.

A finger hooks on your now semi-unzipped skirt and stockings, undressing you like you're a precious gift. Yuta timidly runs his fingers over your panties, a grin creeping on his face at the dampness.

You feel your heart drop as you sense him undoing his pants. You look down with wide eyes to see him pull out his length. Being inexperienced, just the thought of that entering sent a foreboding chill down your spine.

“No...” You're too scared to even raise your voice.

Yuta sighs shakily, face flushed.

“Stop being such a tease. You’re killing me…”

His rough yet pretty hand pulls down your garments slowly, making you attempt to draw your thighs together at the sudden airflow.

He lines himself up to your entrance, and you curse yourself for being wet. You try to shrink back, but gasp when he holds you by the waist, lifting you slightly for better access. His tip pokes your slit, making you shudder and stifle a sob. Even now, you can’t bring yourself to slap him, or scream.

Yuta isn’t a bad person.

You shake your head, hands firm on his arms to no avail.

He marvels at the sight, in a trance.

“I’ll be gentle.”

“No, Yuta, don’t-!”

You cut yourself off with a guttural shriek as he forces himself in, inch by inch. You gasp for air as you claw at your sheets fruitlessly.

He takes a moment to settle, groaning as your muscles contract frantically.

“Ahh… oh, god, you feel even better than I thought…” Yuta tilts his head back, screwing his eyes shut in bliss.

To your dismay his cock goes even deeper, until you can feel him in your stomach. You gasp for air, moaning pathetically as every nerve screams for help.

"Mngh, no, i- it hurts-"

Yuta groans, getting even more turned on.

The pretty sight of you twitching around him alone threatened to make him cum right then and there.

"It's okay. I'll go slow..."

He starts moving, painstakingly slow. Somehow, him being so gentle is worse than being forceful. You’re left with no choice but to fully suffer through every little sensation.

Even as he goes at a leisurely pace, you can't help but fight back tears. It's also torturous for him, but for different reasons. He cares about you too much to fuck you as brutally as he'd like.

There are only timid movements for a long while, until he gradually picks up speed, and your legs are on the verge of giving up already.

"You're so pretty." He mumbles.

You cover your face, unable to answer. Your lip is bitten to suppress shameful noises, but the crude fill in your stomach makes your jaw weaken.

Your mouth hangs open, and soon the room fills with lewd noises as he continues to shower you with affection. He babbles barely coherent compliments, kissing your neck. He winces slightly at your tightness, clenching around him with all your life.

“Relax for me.”

You sputter into your arms. You're a moaning, flinchy mess and your legs shake like a leaf as he loses himself in you – slowly going faster and harder.

"...Let me see your face."

You groan, unrelenting, but the way his eyes bore into you has you complying meekly. He leers, pleased with the display.

"Look at you… you love me. You take me so well."

His familiar smile almost convinces you that nothing is wrong.

"Say it. I wanna hear it from you."

He bucks his hips in deep, going almost fully in and out, earning violent twitches followed by helpless moans. It's music to his ears.

As you very slowly ease into the feeling, what remained of your fighting spirit diminishes as his cock fills you just too right, involuntarily arching your back. Your sounds grow more harmonic as euphoria washes over your body.

He whispers breathily, pleading so weakly in spite of the power he has over you.

"Please?"

"I love you..." you drawl, barely words at all. Your once pained face is now melted in pleasure; pupils blown and eyes barely open.

Yuta smiles, sickly sweet.

"Good girl, I love you too. I love you so much. I'm yours..."

His dark eyes make you shudder as he looks at you - looking almost coy as if having his nervous first kiss and not fucking you into your own bed. You feel high as he continues to thrust into you using your waist as a handle. His kind voice and affectionate teasing with his thumbs contrasts all else.

Feeling every sense overstimulate, sinful moans freely escaping your mouth, you weakly reach out to hold him.

"Ahh, Yu..."

“You feel so good, I- fuck,”

Yuta curses under his breath – you never even thought he was capable. But neither did you of this whole situation.

You're no longer in control of what kind of vulgar face you may make. You feel burning ecstasy build up inside, until you’re dangerously close.

"Mngh- Yuta...! I can't, I..."

"Shh, I got you."

His sweet voice hypnotizes you to relax, not even letting you register the gravity of him cumming inside. His breath hitches harshly and the grip on your waist tightens, as if to say you're not going anywhere.

Your eyes roll back, feeling him paint your walls white. You feel his cock so clearly, you're convinced you've memorized its shape. Your body shudders in pleasure and in that moment, you truly are convinced he's the love of your life.

“Ah… mmn… ugh,”

You lay twitching in place, small moans emitting as you breathe. You can hardly even remember where you are.

He stays inside for moments longer, savoring the moment. You tighten instinctively as he pulls out slowly with a cute smile plastered on his face.

“You’re amazing.'' He's breathless, either from the sex or breathtaken by you alone. He kisses you, stroking your hair lovingly.

And you can’t help but kiss back.