#v; sing nonomori hopeless warrior (y/n au)

[wolfvirago]

unprompted asks [always accepting]

@dreamingofmuses / @theauthorlives said:

"Hey, uh, need a hand with that, Cap?"

At first, one would be forgiven for thinking the Head Engineer was putting on a silly voice. But a quick glance would reveal the box tattoos sprawled across the arms. Yancy gave a nervous chuckle as he added, "Not that I think youse ain't capable for it. It's like, see, we was drilled in the whole 'work safety' thing and they's said it's better to split a load to carry instead of one person maybe hurting themself and, uh, sorry if this ain't my place to offer." (Yancy, theauthorlives. He's trying)

Oh. This... This guy was new. Robin felt he looked familiar, but then again, most loops had some sort of alternate form of the engineer. This version was just using a weird voice and had... tattoos?

Hm. Well, nothing she couldn't handle. At least this one wasn't trying to usurp her authority or stab her in the back with his screwdriver. (There was still a scar from the last time she ran into the old man.)

Looking around the large box of supplies, Robin finally smiled, putting on her best charming self. A blossom of positivity and empathy, someone who respected all aboard with a quiet determination to see them all to the new homeworld.

"Yeah, sure. Um... Remind me your name?" The time traveler adjusted her stance, pushing the box forward so Yancy could partake in the load.

#theauthorlives #;ic #v; sing nonomori hopeless warrior (y/n au) #;letters delivered (asks) #;howling at the queue

[wolfvirago]

@dreamingofmuses​ / @blueheartedmayor​ said:  It's a chance sighting, but there's no mistaking the man who looks so familiar. This isn't the right Damien, yet he's somehow alive in the 21st century? As he walks by, he catches Robin staring. Nothing strange is thought of it as he gives her a polite smile and a nod of his head with the intention to continue walking. (blueheartedmayor, for when you have time. No rush!!)

A new world. A new start. It’s a loop far removed from Space, far removed from Heists gone wrong. No, this one seems... Normal. The little town is full of life, warm with summer winds. 

The sunlight dances in her eyes. Her hands remain in her pockets, the gem on her palm having turned into a ring on her finger, to protect it from any harm. It feels warm in her hands, seeming to breathe, almost. No pulses come, no alarming glow. For now, she is in a loop for more than a few hours.

Robin looks through the small crowd, watching humans walk by, couples hand in hand. Friends giggle to each other over some secret conversation. Families swing their children between two arms, laughing when their kids squeal with delight at brief flight. Elderly couples slowly trudge along, but smile despite the pace.

Her eyes blink. Once. Twice. Rapidly. A vision, a mockery, staring at her right back. A soft and warm face she saw in her dreams, a glimpse in between wormholes and blasts of sunlight through dark. The vision walks, a glimmer of hope.

He passes by. The girl turns on her heel, face entirely pale. Eyes wide when the air shifts. He’s alive. Her best friend, the one she was fighting for... Was here. Alive. 

Without thinking, her voice calls out, warbled by emotion and uncertainty. “Damien?”

#blueheartedmayor #;ic #v; sing nonomori hopeless warrior (y/n au) #;letters delivered (asks)

[wolfvirago]

&. 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. [accepting] [x]

@dreamingofmuses​ / @blueheartedmayor​ said:  ❛ it feels like you’ve been avoiding me. ❜ (Damien, blueheartedmayor, for either WKM era or modern setting! :D )

When I was a child, I heard voices Some would sing and some would scream You soon find you have few choices I learned the voices died with me When I was a child, I'd sit for hours Staring into open flame Something in it had a power Could barely tear my eyes away

Once upon a time, she had been human. She had a life, a job. A past, full of both happy memories and sad ones, some that made her heart ache just from uncovering them. She had never expected the happy memories to start hurting too.

She had been human, a little girl with hopes and dreams. Even then, the gods had whispered, told her in incomphrensible words and emotions that she was destined for something spectacular... Something cruel. 

Ah, they were laughing at her right now, weren’t they? Those cruel gods, watching the girl with the star on her palm, the sunlight in her veins... Falter at the sight of the man she had loved more than that old life, more than any new one.

Her destiny laid in space, in time and love that would careen through the stars and surely overcome their heat. Surely. 

(I only wish for a world where you can be happy.)

When I was a man I thought it ended When I knew love's perfect ache But my peace has always depended On all the ashes in my wake

“Are you happy with the life you live right now, Damien?” Robin finally asked, the sunlight burning through the window behind her, casting her form in white flame. Her expression cold, unreadable.

#blueheartedmayor #;ic #v; sing nonomori hopeless warrior (y/n au) #;letters delivered (asks) #;howling at the queue

[wolfvirago]

@ship-status / @shadxwbrxken - damien and DA robin wkm thread - from here

It's easier to pretend she isn't effected by this. Years of wearing a mask had allowed her a cunning disguise, a way to stand tall even as the citizens of their town belittled her opinion, her knowledge. She wore the mask even when they were children, though it had been one of anger rather than calm poise and warmth. No, she had been the one to throw hands whenever a bully antagonized her or her friends.

That old fire burned. Robin wanted to claw, to aim, to do something awful to whoever had killed the actor. But part of her wondered... Had it been a murder? Or had Mark...

The sentiment the mayor leaves... Shakes her to her core. The mask nearly falls and breaks into a million pieces. (I can't lose you either. Never again.)

"You won't." The attorney beams, recovering. Robin comes closer, lightly making a fist and nudging Damien's arm with it.

"I made our schoolyard bullies run screamin' for their mommas, this will be no different. C'mon, Dames, you know me~" The mask has refastened itself... But was she convincing him or herself?

#shadxwbrxken #;ic #v; sing nonomori hopeless warrior (y/n au) #;a walled off ruin (closed rp) #beta post continuation tbt #;howling at the queue

[wolfvirago]

morbid curiosity [accepting] [x]

@ship-status​ said: do you have a minute ?[ from damien ( @shadxwbrxken ! ) ]

She tries to smile, tries to show that she’s alright, even if there’s fear still lingering within her chest. It hurts. Burning alongside the grief and confusion over the body she had found in the main hall, a couple hours before. 

“Damien.” Robin greets her old friend all the same. Part of her feels bitter. Their reunion after years apart... Had been broken into a horrible tragedy. Why? Was it her fault that their beloved friend had been killed?

“Yes, I have a minute. The detective has me looking for clues. Haven’t really seen much yet, but it has allowed me to see the sorry state we left the poor manor after our card game.” The attorney sighs, rubbing her head. The hangover was much less painful now, but still.

(Smile through the pain. For him. For them.)

#ship-status #shadxwbrxken #;ic #v; sing nonomori hopeless warrior (y/n au) #;letters delivered (asks) #baby's first loop ddhdh

[wolfvirago]

@dreamingofmuses​ / @rosetintedgunman​ - continued from this. 

The buzzing of the neon lights fills her sensitive ears, adding to the distant twinkle of music somewhere in the rink. Somehow, she’s not surprised Wilford is working in a place like this. No, if anything, it fits him perfectly. He was just missing that big pink afro from last time. Maybe it wasn’t food safe to wear...

“Ugh.” A grunt, the girl lifting her head up from the counter. The cold material had felt good on her flushed skin. 

“It feels like each time I go through it, things get more and more out of control. Head Engineer wouldn’t stop monologuing and it was all I could hear in my head. I couldn’t concentrate.” Robin murmured, watching and waiting for her drink with tired eyes.

#rosetintedgunman #;ic #v; sing nonomori hopeless warrior (y/n au) #;a walled off ruin (closed rp) #;howling at the queue

[wolfvirago]

@blueheartedmayor​ / @dreamingofmuses​ - from this

Memories burn and bleed together. His face is so similar to the others. But that white scar on his cheek... It is what tugs her heart the way it does, making her speak to him as if he were the ghost of that friend she had loved so dearly at the start of it all. Even if he wasn’t him. 

(Gods, did they offer dimensional being therapy, somewhere out in this damn multiverse?)

The crystal in her hand hums and sings, warning her. Robin doesn’t mind it. If she could stay in this Void for a little longer, she would be content. It was the most she had been allowed to speak to the Dark entity in many loops.

“I don’t know what to do.” Robin finally whispers, voice broken. She cannot cry, she cannot stop and rest. She has to keep fighting through this maze... For him.

“I want to save you. You and Mark. You don’t deserve this. I should be the one punished, for not making a choice. I wish I could have been the one to leave the mirror.”

#blueheartedmayor #;ic #v; sing nonomori hopeless warrior (y/n au) #;a walled off ruin (closed rp) #;howling at the queue

[wolfvirago]

A FUCKED UP KISSING MEME [accepting] [x]

@egotisticle​ said:  a  kiss  that  won’t  be  remembered [for your iswm verse]

Trying your best isn't always enough; what's the plan for you, can I call your bluff? I await the day that you will realize that it's all in your head; you've nowhere to hide. Right by your side I’m by your side I’m not leaving for I loved you oh so much...

The halls are empty. What was once filled with life is so unbearably cold, lifeless. The expanse of space is but a mockery of the loneliness the girl feels. Her breathing is cold, filling the silence. 

But in times of silence, the human brain substitutes. It creates images and sounds that aren’t really there, or at least, aren’t audible by people who could be present. In her skull is a ringing, like the sound of a distant bell, or feedback from a radio that couldn’t find stations to bounce off of. Or maybe the rattling gasha-gasha of bones, teeth of a skull clicking together as it neared her throat--

Robin exhales fiercely. Her blue eyes burn with oncoming tears. Slowly and shakily, she lifts her left hand. The blue crystal seated in her palm glows, steadily appearing to grow brighter. A sign that the next loop is about to begin. In moments, she would awaken from cryo-sleep. 

Or maybe... Maybe she’d wake up in front of that Manor again. She could see that warm smile of a man she once knew, who she fought so desperately to see again. To save him from the Void.

Space is cold, empty. She never saw the appeal Mark did. But that was why he was Engineer, and she was merely Captain. But what had she done to earn this role?

(Let’s get this over with. Life is ours to choose, right?)

A sea of emotions. A colossal black hole, filling her, red and angry, contrasting that vibrant blue that reminds her only of her failure. Slowly, she walks to the back wall, opening the cabinet. Her hands clasp the fire extinguisher, the same way she had many loops before when trying to put out the cabin fire. There’s no fire this time. It’s silent. Empty. Cold.

The silence is torn asunder by a scream, raw and primal, as the Captain uses all her strength to fling the fire extinguisher across the room, watching it crash and destroy the main console mounted to the floor. The extinguisher clatters and spews white foam, then hisses and dies.

Robin stares, long and hard, as tears begin to pour from her eyes as they had done many times before in frustration and grief. What emergency lights begin to fizzle and die, battery power cut off by her rash decision to destroy whatever she could in her rage and despair.

Softly, she sobs, laughing pathetically. “I should have broken the window. Would have been faster!”

The cabin goes pitch black. All her eyes can make out is the faint sparks of dying wires, and the tiny pin-pricks of light the stars make from afar. So close, and yet so far. A pair of them glimmer like eyes, staring back at her. 

The sun had given her this power to loop through time and space. Light cannot be constrained to time. But absence of light... The Dark... Again, she turned her eyes towards it, towards Him... Her hands lift, blue glowing brighter and brighter as she cups the face of the gray specter that taunts her. The girl smiles, brokenly. 

“Maybe next time, I’ll know who you are. What you really want. But let’s get it out of the way... You’re not him. You’re not that man. You’re not Mark either. But that’s okay.” Closing the distance, her lips press to his own, tasting the cold expanse of space, of the mirror she had whispered her goodbyes to, all those years ago. 

A smile, white teeth glinting blue as the crystal engulfs her soul again in light. As the universe caves in.

“I knew it. You’re my other half.”

When she’s aware again, the computer is blaring in her ears. Yet despite that dream fading from her cold-addled mind, she smiles. Light needs Dark. Robin would continue this fight, this endless maze... For him.

#egotisticle #;ic #v; sing nonomori hopeless warrior (y/n au) #;letters delivered (asks) #long post /

[wolfvirago]

@blueheartedmayor / @dreamingofmuses - from this

This time, it was hard to hide the damage that had been done. This time, she had had to fight off those damn time-loop watchers, the ones who were responsible for maintaining the integrity of the universe. Stability was important, and every loop Robin had gone through made the universe's threads become more and more tangled.

The lady who had fought her... Had sapped most of her strength. Thankfully her clothes hid the bruising and scrapes, but eventually, someone would figure out that Robin was injured and needed help.

Of course, it was Damien who saved her. The man who wasn't supposed to see any hint of what she was doing to keep this loop, this timeline safe. It was just a cruel reminder that her ending with the man she had loved so dearly before... Was coming close.

His closeness was a temporary gift. A momentary breath of relief, as if his presence alone healed her.

This desire to keep Damien safe above all led to this. Maybe she had to reveal a bit of the truth to him, if he saw the blood beneath her gloves, the shaking of her breath.

"I'm sorry."

#blueheartedmayor #;ic #v; sing nonomori hopeless warrior (y/n au) #;a walled off ruin (closed rp) #;howling at the queue

[wolfvirago]

@blueheartedmayor / @dreamingofmuses - damien and looper robin - from this

A friend. Even though they had only spoken once or twice, met in just glancing ways... He called her his friend.

He was always too kind. Maybe that was why it had been him to die, back then. To surrender his form, his control, a chance to move on... Leaving her behind in the process. Kindness always leads to even greater tragedy.

"You're braver than you seem. I know." The girl smiled faintly. They had faced so much together, back then. She could just barely recall political fights, fights for honor in both adulthood and in the schoolyards of youth. She got her hands dirty as much as he did.

"I just don't..." Her voice trails, before Robin sighs, rubbing her face, her eyes. The gem disguised as a ring on her finger glows faintly, giving a flash. If she wished it, she could run for good, leave this perfect world behind. This Damien didn't need her. Right?

"I'm tired of it hurting. I'm tired of losing people." That was the honest truth, the deepest admission beyond a reveal of what she had seen happen to the Damien's of previous loops.

"I have lost everything that was ever important to me. Again and again. Over and over, I see the same month, the same week, the same day. I wouldn't wish that sort of hell on anyone. I'm afraid letting you or anyone in... Would lead to the same fate."

#blueheartedmayor #;ic #v; sing nonomori hopeless warrior (y/n au) #;a walled off ruin (closed rp) #beta continuation post tbt #;howling at the queue

[wolfvirago]

ICONIC  THINGS  GLADOS  FROM  portal  HAS  SAID . [accepting] [x]

@ship-status​ said: “   this   is   your   fault  .   it   didn’t   have   to   be   like   this  .   ”[ from ( a very not - in - control ) @scriptvoiid ! ]

The other Viewer. One of the captains that leapt through time, trying to find the ultimate, perfect world. A place where their friends were safe, alive. The Manor, the ship, the date, the heist... None of it would come to pass. In that perfect world, they were human.

Robin had lost her way at some point. But she wasn’t going to give up, lest she let the storm of despair swallow her whole, turn her into some unspeakable horror. She wouldn’t fail. Not like this Viewer.

“It may be, but I’m working to atone for my sins. Are you, Captain? Are you going to fix your mistakes, or shall we go to Mark together, covered in blood? He won’t welcome us then, he never will.”

The only me is me. Are you sure the only you is you?

#scriptvoiid #ship-status #;ic #v; sing nonomori hopeless warrior (y/n au) #;letters delivered (asks) #;howling at the queue

[wolfvirago]

ICONIC  THINGS  GLADOS  FROM  portal  HAS  SAID . [accepting] [x]

@ship-status​ said: “   when   i   delete   you   maybe   i’ll   stop   feeling   so   bad  .   ”[ from @scriptvoiid ! ]

A shuddering intake of breath, her hand clasped over her stomach. The ancient scar there burns, hotter and more intense than the first time it was made, centuries ago. It had been a bullet wound, when the Colonel had discharged his gun in their scuffle... Ever since then, it reacted to anomalies, burning hot and hurting terribly.

This cursed mark picked the most imperfect time to flare up. The captain, the time looper, could do nothing. This person was just like her. It was like staring through that mirror, watching it shatter into static as she screamed for Damien to come back for her.

Robin inhaled, lifting her eyes. “Never.” Rage had replaced her fear, animalistically spurned on by the pain.

“My wish hasn’t been granted yet. Get out of the way or else.”

#ship-status #scriptvoiid #;ic #v; sing nonomori hopeless warrior (y/n au) #;letters delivered (asks) #;howling at the queue

[wolfvirago]

some flirty memes [accepting] [x]

@lvckyflannel​ said:  “  did the sun just come out? oh no,  that’s just your smile. ”

Despite the laugh that worms its way out from her chest, the girl leans forward to stare at the engineer, her eyes glittering so bright with mischief she seems more fox than wolf in that moment.

“You big suck-up.” Robin teases, hand lashing out to give him a playful cuff in the arm. The muscle there startles her. Wait. Was he actually ripped under that uniform?!

“We’re in the middle of space. There’s no sun out here. Just little stars.” This playfulness feels nice after what was maybe years and years of looping. She didn’t want to think about this Mark possibly remembering the last few go-arounds.

“You should know. You’re one of them.” Two can play the suck-up compliment game.

#lvckyflannel #;ic #v; sing nonomori hopeless warrior (y/n au) #;letters delivered (asks) #;howling at the queue

[wolfvirago]

;; tag drop since I lost them all weeks ago and they have yet to return

;a game to play (memes)

;your local shibe ryn (ooc)

;to be a wolf (aesthetics)

;howling at the queue

;how does a shibe use an iphone with paws? (mobile)

;forest melodies (musings)

;to be a lone wolf is a death sentence (tw musings)

;you were there (haruki)

;when earth meets sky a storm is coming (the dark one)

;the good child and the fox (ashireiko)

;the night parade of one hundred demons (yokai)

;from the depths of the woods where the wind was born (meta)

;letters delivered (asks)

;blonde curls become shaggy fur (appearance)

v; protector (default)

v; we’ve long believed that the hero would appear as a divine beast (zelda au)

v; wolf breather (kny au)

v; puella magi (pmmm au)

v; mesūokami (okami au)

v; ookami of the kobayashi clan (yakuza/rgg au)

v; this is who i truly am (awakened)

v; blackened sun (demon/bad end au)

v; when they cry (higurashi au)

v; daughter of the loth wolf (mandalorian au)

v; what makes you SPECIAL (fallout au)

v; sing nonomori hopeless warrior (y/n au)

#;a game to play (memes) #;your local shibe ryn (ooc) #;to be a wolf (aesthetics) #;howling at the queue #;how does a shibe use an iphone with paws? (mobile) #;forest melodies (musings) #;to be a lone wolf is a death sentence (tw musings) #;you were there (haruki) #;when earth meets sky a storm is coming (the dark one) #;the good child and the fox (ashireiko) #;the night parade of one hundred demons (yokai) #;from the depths of the woods where the wind was born (meta) #;letters delivered (asks) #;blonde curls become shaggy fur (appearance) #v; protector (default) #v; we’ve long believed that the hero would appear as a divine beast (zelda au) #v; wolf breather (kny au) #v; puella magi (pmmm au) #v; mesūokami (okami au) #v; ookami of the kobayashi clan (yakuza/rgg au) #v; this is who i truly am (awakened) #v; blackened sun (demon/bad end au) #v; when they cry (higurashi au) #v; daughter of the loth wolf (mandalorian au) #v; what makes you SPECIAL (fallout au) #v; sing nonomori hopeless warrior (y/n au)

[wolfvirago]

;; rp wishlist/verse drop bc i have m.arkiplier cinematic universe brainrot

Robin takes the place of Y/N. Vaguely, she remembers being the DA, unable to control what was happening to her dear friends. She had no choice. She had to listen to the Seer, had to perform the ritual that tore her body apart.

This event is what awoke old ancient gods, a being of sunlight and warmth that allowed Robin to leave the Void and seek out her friends, to try and set things right— even if she cannot remember why she is chasing after “Mark” and his friends, or why the world changes and timelines converge and shatter with every choice she makes.

This golden power (if Damien Dark is the Darkness, then she is the Light, hope and despair equal themselves at zero) is all that keeps her from dying. It comes to a head in space, closest to the Celestial Plane that gifted her this chance. These choices, even if they are so limited. She has to follow the author, has to follow the play the Actor has concocted.

She is so, so tired. But she will keep playing this game, she will continue to play the Date, the Heist Partner, the Captain… Only if it means saving those she has nearly forgotten.

#verse drop #v; sing nonomori hopeless warrior (y/n au)

[wolfvirago]

@rosetintedgunman​ - from this

Yes! Finally! After what felt like years of spinning around in circles in this gods-forsaken place, she could try to get some sort of clue on the best path forward! 

Robin didn’t know where Mark had gone off to. They had gotten separated in the halls, and she didn’t feel like going back the way she came. Not when it usually led to one hijinks or another, which would end with her either dead or in some sort of unappealing ending. The game seemed to never end.

The girl took a moment to breathe, finding she hadn’t done that in some time. She had been so caught up in rushing that she had been nearly winded... Not that it mattered anymore, but it was uncomfortable as hell.

“Right. Good. Now tell me, Wilford,” She remembered his name from the last game, “How do I find the best way out?”

#rosetintedgunman #;ic #v; sing nonomori hopeless warrior (y/n au) #;a walled off ruin (closed rp)