#wolfstillhasclaws

[kentopedia]

I just remembered I still have my roleplay blog active where my oc has all her infos if you're interested 😭

https://www.tumblr.com/wolfstillhasclaws/186604216177/i-basics-name-luciana-anne-harlow-alias-lucy

OMG I read through it and I LOVE IT ! she seems so sweet & she's so cute ! i love the little detail about the bow! her backstory is so sad though </3

#໒꒱ rylie's angels

[belzinone]

I'm sorry, but what about Bel teaching Lucy all about lingerie and they become the hottest femme fatales in this town? We stan.

// i’m also sorry but my hand slipped and i also challenged the limits of my stupidity kasdjfnaskjn

#wolfstillhasclaws #PURPLE FLARE . emergency responding // ask response #// I SPENT #// ALL MORNING #// ON THIS #// NOW I GET TO SPEND THE REST OF THE DAY TAKING A GOOD LONG LOOK AT MY LIFE XD #brand new eyes . oc fanart #ORIGINAL VISAGE . original bel art #A NEGLIGEE A DAY KEEPS DYSPHORIA AWAY . lingerie #SCRIBBLES . sal arts #// this ask was originally gonna be bel rambling on and on and on about about it like hange's titan rambles #// then my stupid hand touched my stupid stylus and it was sapphic monkey brain from then on i'm so sorry XD #original visage . bel zinone

[silvercharict]

↳「headcanon.」( @wolfstillhasclaws​ ) is curious - 33. How do they learn about the world–what is their preferred learning style? Hands-on learning with trial and error? Research, reading, and note-taking? Observation or rote memorization? Inductive or deductive reasoning? Seeking patterns and organization? Taking things apart and putting them back together? Creative processing via discussing, writing about, or dramatizing things?

Polnareff hated school and it was mostly because he’s a kinesthetic , tactile, and visual learner. He couldn’t sit long enough as a child and teen to focus on the textbooks. So in the subjects he excelled in were the ones where he is physically active in them. 

Hands-on is a thing that he has to do otherwise concepts like math and algebra were all but a lost cause to him ( had to to use physical items to learn to count ). He really enjoys trial and error type of learning in many aspects, seeing as learning from mistakes is beneficial and actually welcomes it ( as long as its not one massive failure he’ll feel bad about ). 

He takes notes a lot, but for him to get any kind of memorization of information he needs to focus deeply and read something at least three times. So he likes to observe what he’s learning about in person or an image of it.  As for Inductive or Deductive reasoning? Inductive. Theories in general get lost on him and he will feel stupid if you spit some theories on science and or math. He needs to see it to believe so to speak. So he’d mostly seek out patterns in something he’s trying to solve. 

He’s not the kind to take stuff apart and put back together. It’s all too much for him ( lol ). He does however loves to write poems and short stories. He’s a rather imaginative guy and he’ll sometimes tell really dramatic stories if you get him to do story time. 

#wolfstillhasclaws #✣ — une lettre ❨ ask. ❩ #✣ — livre ouvert ❨ headcanons. ❩ #OMG THIS WAS A GOOD ONE THANKS #hopefully this makes sense #I had to think about it for a good second and make sure i used the right terms to what I was getting at

[vanderking]

@wolfstillhasclaws​ sent:🍇 : how would my muse describe their childhood? how much has it impacted the person they are now, or will become as an adult? around what age did they or will they start to mature, and why? do they wish to go back to their days as a child, or have they embraced adulthood?

𝐅𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒   ♡   𝐒𝐘𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐋 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄

❛ Well it was a damn-sight better than starving in some field like my folks before me. ❜

Dutch was born in 1855 to a Dutch father (hence his name) and an English mother named Greta. Dutch considers his upbringing to be one full of admiration for his father. However, when he was eleven years old his father was killed while fighting in the Union in the American Civil War. Gettysburg. Something that Dutch has always felt as though something had been taken from him. He was closer with his father than he was his mother. After he lost his father there was no reason to stay at home for long so Dutch made tracks, went out into the bigger world, carrying the same ideologies his father who had taught him how to read and write. His father’s  own views against the federal governments which eventually became Dutch’s own too. He became a thief and a killer who would justify his actions through the belief that it would lead him into an independent existence like the one his Dad used to tell him about. 

❛ I’d go back to the golden days when it was me, Hosea and Arthur. We were an unstoppable force. ❜

#i have a plan [ic] #/ #king rat had me on his list again [musings] #wolfstillhasclaws

[katsubou]

shelter - protect them.

shelter – protect them

     「 ☄️ 」 — “Woah!” Reiyn yelps as she’s yanked aside by the elbow, narrowly avoiding being flattened by a runaway horse and a rider on another equine bolting past no too long after avoiding it. A hand comes to her chest, heart beating in a concerning pace at the near miss. At least it proved she was very much alive.

She looks to the stranger who saved her only for her eyes to widen and warm flickering with recognition. “Lucy!” She exclaims with a smile, as if she hadn’t almost got turned into a pancake on the stone. “Thanks for that. Being trampled would’ve been a terrible way to start my day off.” A chuckle leaves her with a cloud of vapor hitting the cold air.

#➤ | heart made of tempered glass ; reiyn | ic #➤ | letters postcards and thank you notes ; ask #wolfstillhasclaws #{ hELLOOO }

[hanjithenewcommander]

@wolfstillhasclaws

“Lucy?” Yet another late night of work. However, she decided to go for a midnight snack and grab something that could keep her energized. However, she wasn’t alone, as she had spotted someone else was there as well. With a strong cup of coffee in one hand and an apple in the other, Hanji called out to see if it was who she thought it was. 

“Just because I’m not sleeping doesn’t mean you have to.”

#wolfstillhasclaws #starter #hi o/

[liberons]

⌜   @wolfstillhasclaws     asked   :

Five times something reminded him of his mother

ﾟ 〢    ✕    //      𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒     ⸻       //            ⌜  accepting    ⌟

‘  what do you think this is ?  ’                      she had a moon – like touch,   voice as rich as the eclipse,   eyes a  heliacal  rising.   she unceasingly held him so close.    the soft beats of her heart in one ear  &  a hand over the other,   where all he could hear was her presence.    always so quiet .    maybe they had to be.   when she hummed,  or sang—he felt that too.    ripples of vibration that carry into him like bone – deep embrace.    the closest he ever hears are the shuffles of distant feet against his pillow,   waking up half – forgetting how many years have truly passed.   (   𝐈.     midnight steps ,   )     are the death of him.    he always avoids sleeping on his side.

          ‘  what do you think this is ?  ’ she pries once more,  slower this time.   words hitting new notes.   but her child was still pondering :  a stout,  tiny index reaching to pinch it between his thumb.   his eyes gave a jump at how fast it melted.

‘  can I eat it ?  ’    he asks. there’s a different resonation in how she laughs.   quick hits of temporary joy  /  soft shakes in her belly,  holding him close.   ‘  yes. ’    she says.    and so he does ;  bringing the square up to his lips and letting it break between his teeth.   she watches sweet as he experiences the bitter hit, latching back on the sugary glaze.   he feels a buzz at the root of his skull  &  finds a peculiar individuality in its flavour,    (   𝐈𝐈.     that rich cocoa.   )

‘  how is it ?  ’

he considers the question,  eyes on the floor and tongue lapping about through closed lips.   ‘ tastes funny. ’    is what he finally decides on.      ‘ means it’s sweet. ’    she tells him.                 ‘  …  sweet.  ’    he then mimics.

‘  do you like sweet things,  levi ?  ’        (   𝐈𝐈𝐈.     every time,  with that question.   ) ‘  little bit …  ’

she laughs at her son’s honesty,  caressing his hair.   he lets her bring him into her hold,  fingers playing with the folds of her shirt.   use – ridden patterns  /  the rims were always curled a certain way ;  the excess fabric making way for   (  𝐈𝐕.     those particular pleats.   )     just as their home was always veiled with a certain dust.   some things grew inevitable,  but she made it shine wherever she could.   levi swallows at the building saliva in his throat,  hating the speed at which the piece he had was already gone.   a  treat  is only that :  the threat of this ghostly feeling .    somewhere in the back of his mind,   he knows it’s easier for her not to spoil him with whatever fineries she so pleases.   so he clutches at the white fabric,  nose nuzzling in closer to her heat.

‘    …  i like your    (   𝐕.   tea   )   more ,  though …  ’

#long post / #❛ ⍀ 𝟎 𝟎 𝟖 ．» ᵃˢᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᶠᵒʳ ʷᵃᵗᵉʳ ∕ vignette ． #wolfstillhasclaws #ok i cheated this was more like "five things that remind him of his mother'' #but let me live ok i can't even posts asks i could've easily lied abt what shikari sent 587389 months ago jhdgjhgj #i had to stop and scream into the beyond 3000 times writing this #i love throwing in a bunch of implications i'll forget to ever elaborate on

[nakedmohawk]

@wolfstillhasclaws

“I’m fine, I just nee-...ghgn!” Tsumugu couldn’t even finish his sentence as he felt the swelling on his cheek pulsate. To think that he’d get in a bar brawl, it’s like he was 20 again. The man always prided himself of being (mostly) in control of his emotions, but the minute that the fool dared to speak ill of Mikisugi, that’s when he knew that idiot would go down to the floor. 

The first guy was easy, but his friends were more tricky to deal with, which is the cause that he didn’t came home unharmed. Luckily Lucy was there to assist him despite his recklessness. 

“Alright... I might need the ice...fuck!” He commented, putting his hand on the swollen area, rubbing it in an attempt to cease the pain.

#wolfstillhasclaws #Ask

[silevestris-a]

@wolfstillhasclaws said:   ‘  “ i’ve seen you around,  but i’ve never caught your name. ”   ( around the time he joins the corps maybe? )  ’

               he moves with unparalleled speed,  his saving grace in the face of a clear lack of refinement to his technique.     there is no one in the corps,  new recruit or veteran,  who can keep up with the former undergrounder when he’s airborne.     it’s earned him a fair amount of attention,  both positive  && negative,  but levi doesn’t care for it much,  if at all.     he’s here to do  a  job,  nothing more.

               very little matters aside from following erwin smith.

               he lands with a muffled thump,  the hooks retracting into their holsters as he tries to beat a hasty retreat to avoid that damn annoying hange  && their questions about his use of the gear.     this,  unfortunately,  puts him in direct contact with a gaggle of other scouts,  many of whom are decidedly  torn  on whether or not he belongs within their ranks.     their stares feel hot,  angry,  pointed;   so he squares his shoulders  && clenches his jaw,  fully prepared for a verbal throw-down--

               ... when he hears a call from behind him.     he turns,  stormy eyes fixing on the scout who had evidently reached out to him.

         “  ... levi.     name’s levi.  ”

               he’s not sure why it matters,  or why he even bothers answering.

#wolfstillhasclaws #╰ — ⋆; 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒅ᴡɪɴɢs. ( pre-canon verse. ) ⋆ ╮

[xlektro]

@wolfstillhasclaws ♡ for a starter

would it be weird ? surely not , right ? even if she wasn’t his teacher , even if they hadn’t even said a word to each other before— he heard about her , about her quirk— all he needed was just a little bit of advice , a little help . 

“ evergreen “ , wasn’t it , who dealt with plants and alike . and at the moment , he needed a lot of help . especially his little friend , who sat in the clay pot on his hands , green leaves faded and limp , a strawberry plant nearing it’s end— even though he tried to water it daily , give it plenty of sun— where did he go wrong ?

it’s a good thing it’s not a long search , finally finding her in the hallway nearby 1-b’s class , and then he’s calling out to her . ❝ sensei ! ❞

#wolfstillhasclaws #aaa i hope this is okay !! #❪ charge one ❫ ; main verse

[belzinone]

@wolfstillhasclaws​ :: ✂️ - my muse giving yours a handmade gift

love languages starters

“ Lucy~! “ Bright eyes framed by their characteristic weariness peeked from behind Lucy’s door as hardworking fingertips pinched the ends of delicate fabric. “ She’s all done! Look! “ A bump of her hip against the door and it shut to shield the intimates from hallway passersby. “ I know I should’ve wrapped it and made it all pretty and waited for your birthday, but... “ Sheepishly smiling, Bel gently smoothed her handiwork over the nearest surface in Lucy’s room.

Insisting on bringing her damaged 3DMG harness to the leatherworker’s seemed like an innocent enough idea in itself, but an unmistakably sly grin may (or may not) have tipped Lucy off to her ulterior motive. The usually reserved medical officer wasn’t very good at keeping those kinds of secrets, especially so from those who’ve unlocked her friendship.

“ I couldn’t help myself. I just... got too excited. You’ve been wanting something like this for such a long time, keeping it from you any longer would’ve been TORTURE. T-O-R-T-U-R-E~! “ Bel then stepped back a little after arranging the pieces. “ I can make adjustments if you need any, so don’t worry about any weird fitting and just let me know, ok? “

#// lucy baby cured my lost muse awwwwww #// it's nice to see her again <3 #PURPLE FLARE . emergency responding // ask response #wolfstillhasclaws #& TO DEATH WE SAY ; NOT TODAY . medical officer // main verse

[armorofone]

With fingers interwoven with Darius's, Lucy made her way into the depth of forest while the early sunshine reeked through the wet leaves. "Happy birthday, darling," she said, her lips were pressed against the back of his before they heard the excited steps of a young Zinogre of crimson and black colors. Lucy embraced and lifted up the yet tiny monster before handing it to its new father. Her fingers raked through the pup's head, watching it appear to be so tiny in Darius's arms.

He couldn’t figure exactly what present would have been in the midst of the forest, though he did notice that he was deliberately kept out of the area lest he find whatever it may be. When Lucy speaks he didn’t see anything for a moment before he hears the sound of large, awkward paws nearly tumbling their way towards them. His axe appears in a hand before a second later he realizes that the awkward creature was his present and the axe disappears just before it hops up in his arms, “Well aren’t you a cute lil’ guy.” 

Darius wasn’t an expert on the species but this one did seem to be pretty good. And definitely heavier than he looked, solid creatures. A spark of crimson arcs from the Stygian hound but Darius just ignores the little pinch he felt from it, “A great birthday present for sure. He’ll probably migrate up the mountain as he gets older, I doubt Reiner’s Zinny will let him stick around as he grows up.” Which was fine, they preferred cooler climes and higher elevations anyway. “Now what to name you...” The raven haired male says as he ponders as those red eyes look up at him with his broad, stubby tail wagging.

“Spike.” He finally says before leaning over and giving her a kiss on the forehead, “Thanks, the best presents are the ones that last a lifetime.”

#spent so long looking up a name and was like #'wait what would darius name one' #lmfao #wolfstillhasclaws

[silvercharict]

What do you like to drink on a cold day?

RANDOM QUESTIONS FOR THE MUSE || SELECTIVELY ACCEPTING.

✣ ——— “I enjoy hot cocoa and teas. I recently have been more of spiced chai drinker. I can say that is something I’ve carried from my overseas travels through Asia and such. In my opinion nothing beats a hot creamy hot cocoa however. The warm feeling in your stomach is too good to pass up.”

#wolfstillhasclaws #✣ — une lettre ❨ ask. ❩ #✣ — livre ouvert ❨ headcanons. ❩

[vanderking]

@wolfstillhasclaws sent: 💕 send to have a family type relationship with my muse (can she be one of the adopted cowgirls of his? c: )

pre-established relationship hearts! [accepting]

❛ We’re family now, you’re special to me! ❜

// yasssssss! what’s one more?!  

#i have a plan [ic] #but also #i had a goddamn plan [ooc] #wolfstillhasclaws #yes come to me my babies

[katsubou]

“Nobody knows who we really are inside.”

Natasha Tyrimos pt 2   {Sentence Starters}

     「 ☄️ 」 — “…I think about that sort of thing a lot.” She murmurs. “I don’t even know myself when it comes right down to it. Am I me or have I become the bits and pieces I took from others to make people like? Are my actions sincere or is it for more selfish reasons…? Not even I really know who I am or what I want when it comes right down to it…”

#➤ | letters postcards and thank you notes ; ask #➤ | heart made of tempered glass ; reiyn | ic #wolfstillhasclaws #{ oOF SHIKARI WHAT HAVE YOU DONE }

[liveslived]

HEADCANON + family for Lea

     * Headcanon meme. @wolfstillhasclaws.

     His friends are his family? No, but also yes — on the other side though. Actual relatives? An interesting topic. Personally I see Lea as someone who grew without any proper parental figures, yet someone who has come to learn so much love and compassion through the role models he has picked out in his life. 

     Were his parents present in the picture, growing up? Sure, but I also see them getting lost along the way due to what Radiant Garden has been through.  With Lea having faded into darkness, either as a result to the wave of heartless or getting lured into the castle to be experimented on, I can see his family having fallen into darkness due to the sudden impact of darkness. There you have his parents, lost to heartless, having fought for the town they loved and cherished… or, who knows? Maybe they even made it to another world, safe and sound, only without the ability to reach back to their son. For the moment I headcanon that Lea has lost his parents — and he simply isn’t aware as the memories revolving his family hasn’t quite made their way back to him after returning to the world as a somebody (along with a lot of other memories). See it as his body still missing pieces. There are things he just doesn’t remember.

     Now, allow me to introduce the amazing idea of him having had siblings, though not siblings that are related by blood, mainly younger people he came to adopt as siblings since he saw it as his right and position to take care of them. Now that, right there, is the family he has and keeps on gaining. He adopts people who are younger than him, giving them a status as someone he needs to look after; Lea creates his own family, often putting himself as the caregiver for those he sees the need to take care of. I can’t count the amount of people he has taken on, because he keeps doing it. Sora, Roxas, Xion — Kairi. The list is long, and he is even one to look after Riku, even though it’s a little more difficult (due to Riku’s independent nature). He’s older. He cares. He protects.

     While there is no longer a family that his is own, he doesn’t hesitate to make one for himself.

#wolfstillhasclaws #LEA / HEADCANON #LEA / ANSWERED #thank you !!