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The Baker and Werspinna

Chris finds himself in a flirtatious back and forth with a certain dimension hopping Spider themed hero.

A sweet but smutty drabble starring @birkenzeisig muse @werspinna and Chris

"That depends-" gently she took the mans big hand from her elbow in her small,scarred hand and breathed a little kiss on his knuckles even if her grey eyes never stopped looking up to Chris and there was a little smile that was as sharp as a blade pulling at the scarred corner of her mouth: "-What nice things exactly have you planned to do with me when I have time and come for a nice visit?"

A red hue fills those chubby cheeks of his.

Her grey eyes locked in on his soft brown eyes, the soft and ever so subtle kiss to he knuckles.Topped off with the soft and alluring tone that was her voice.

The laysister knew what she was doing and Chris loved every minute of it.

Ever since their first meeting, the spider hero known as Werspina and the bewitching baker had something going on. Prolonged stares whenever she would leave. Hand touches that left him as red as a tomato. Of course it wouldn’t be a visit from Wolf without an old poem hitting at some shared desires. However, even the baker was able to surprise the spider woman with his admission of what they wanted.

But it looked as though things had come to a head.

What was the baker to do?

“Maybe make you a nice dinner” he blushes, “If you have time, maybe a dessert as well..”

A half truth.

Now the baker had every intention of making Werspinna a delicious meal, but she knew what he really wanted. After all they both wanted the same thing. Those eight eyes flutter at the baker, giving him a smile that gave him peek gap in her teeth.She breathes another kiss against his knuckles.

“Sounds like a plan,” she smiles. “Lead the way.”

A wink and the coup de grace.

“Muuske~”

Just like a cat trapping their mouse, the spider hero had him wrapped around her fingers.

With a few shared giggles and small saunter, the duo stood next to each other on the elevator. Sneaking glances at the other’s physique and figure. Soft brown hues admired all of Wolf’s features. Those beautiful grey eyes paired with her beautiful olive skin slowly trailing down to her ample breasts. She would soon find out how much the baker thought about the plump hips she hidden under her armor, though his stares wouldn’t go unnoticed by Wolf. Two eyes took a nice long look at the baker’s ass. Another pair gaze knowingly into those soft brown hues. It isn’t long before theduo found themselves, inching closer and closer to the other until finally, their lips intertwine. A warm soft kiss. Her pox scarred hands caress those chubby cheeks as if he were made of glass. His own hands lost in those coffee-colored locks. Admittedly, Wolf was pleasantly surprised to feel Chris deeping their kiss.

Just as the took a moment for air, they reached his floor.

It isn’t long before they’re rushing to his place. The second Chris unlocked his door, he is greeted once again by the gift that Wolf’s lips. He smiles into their kiss, already excited about their plans. The baker's hands pull her closer to him by her hips, earning a small giggle from the laysister. Their hands stripping the other out of their clothes.

Wolf’s hands eased the baker out of his shirt while Chris eased her pants off. Another break for air. Both were pleased at the sight before them. She bit her lip at the broad shoulders with matching massive arms, though her 8 eyes were drawn to to the gold and purple piercing that adorned his navel.

“Ach~” she laughs. “You’re certainly full of surprises~”

A bashful chuckle escaepes Chris’s lips, hands easing off his pants to reveal his hardening length. Just as she was enticed by what kid underneath the baker’s clothes, the sight of those tattoos and the beauty beneath her trousers made him lick his lips in excitement. Before she knows it, the baker is standing over her.

“That’s funny,” he replies, one hand tilting her chin to gaze into those enticing eyes. “I was going to say the same thing about you~”

To her own surprise, Wolf was the one blushing from the Chris’s words. Earning a smile from Chris. Who would have thought the shy and blushing baker could flirt with the best of them? It was safe to say that both were in for a night of surprises. His hands snaked their way around her waist and onto the plumpness that was her ass. Without much effor the baker lifts Wolf into his arm once again meeting her lips with his own.

The baker deepens their kiss, nibbling at her bottom lips before pressing a few kisses against her neck. Soft pleas of more escaped her lips as he carried to his bed. Like a delicate flower, Chris gently laid Wolf onto his bed. Not once stopping his worship of the art that was Werspina. Softly grazing her neck with teeth while his hands admired her breasts.

“Hermosa…” Chris whispireed against her skin. “You’re radiant mi angel~”

Soon his kisses trailed lower and lower. Lips pressing themselves against her tummy, hands caressing those hypnotizing thighs of hers. Eight eyes stared in admiration at Chris’s action, biting her bottom lip in anticipation. A soft laugh escapes her lips once she feels the baker press a kiss against her ankles, trailing up to her thighs and giving her small teasing bites before finally coming face to face with her arousal.

Soft brown hues met her grey eyes, looking at her as if asking for permission. A pox scarred hand reaches down to caress his cheek once again

“Don’t keep me waiting~”

That ever-so-alluring purr of her voice was enough for him to press his eager lips against her heat, happily obliging her request. It wasn’t long before the baker heard the sweet song that Wolf’s pleasured sigh.One hand caressed the hero’s plump thighs as he lapped at her folds, his other hand soon interlocking with hers. Each lick earned a moan and every kiss to her arousal received a squirm. 6 of Wolf’s eyes were closed in pleasure while two remained open to gaze at the beauty before her.

Now, Wolf had her fair share of experiences with oral sex. But there was something adorable about seeing the baker so focused on bringing her to a nice climax. From the way he had her squirming and filling the room with her rooms, the adorable little baker had done this many times before (she would make sure to tease him about this later). Plus, it was nice to see that cute butt of his out of those jeans.

Suddenly, our Spider hero could feel the baker’s finger pumping in and out of her arousal. She began to arch her back, throwing her head back with a gasp of pleasure.

“Oh! Chris~” Music to his ears.

With his fingers massaging her walls and his tongue dancing along her folds, the baker had Wolf right where he wanted her. Her beautiful fingers were lost in his curls, her ever so addicting and those cute moans only encouraged his tongue’s dance against her folds. When he heard Wolf moan out his name, Chris decided it was time to deliver the coup de grace. Those lips wrapped around her ever-so-sensitive pearl as he continued to massage her walls.

Her toes curled and eight eyes saw stars with a loud moan, those thighs clenched around his head. Chris’s hands held onto her thighs as she continued her climax, her own hand holding him close to her drenched heat. A few seconds passed, riding out the rest of her climax. Soft moans turned into pants and pants turned into laughs.

“I take it you enjoyed that?” Chris asked with a wink, earning another laugh from Wolf. Her hands reached out to caress those chubby cheeks with an enthusiastic nod. With a smile, she pressed a kiss against his forehead. Then his nose. She leaned ever so close to the baker���s face, her poxscarred lips only inches from his. Just as he leaned close, she pulled away with a laugh

“I very much did enjoy myself, muuske,” Wolf cooed before giving him a light peck, “It’s been a while since someone’s surprised me like this. But~”

In one swift action, she gently pushed him onto his back, his soft brown hues looking up at those 8 gorgeous eyes. Wolf’s lips were soon pressed against his neck, earning a few soft hums of appreciation from the baker. Her hands ran along his chest as she continued to cover his neck in soft kisses and small bites before finally whispering.

“I have a few surprises of my own~”

Wolf began another trail of kisses from his neck, leading to his chest and along his dolcissimo stomach. It isn’t long before she’s face to face with his arousal. With a soft peck, her hands began to slowly stroke his length, offering him a knowing wink. Chris enjoyed her strokes, doing his best not to get too loud. But even he couldn’t hold back a soft moan.

“No need to hold back,” she whispered with an impish smile.

Soon her tongue danced around his shaft, coaxing a gasp of pleasure out of the baker. With 6 of hereyes closed and another 2 gazing into his, Wolf began to take more of Chris into her mouth, her hands continuing her strokes. It isn’t long before her head is bobbing up and down his length, soon taking the entirety of his girth down her throat. Her eyes did not once leave Chris’s gaze.

“Geez, Wolf…that feels amazing..~” the baker moaned.

A muffled giggle escaped her lips before finally coming up for air.

“Good, it would not be very nice if I did not return the favor,” she winked.

A familiar red hue fills his cheeks as nods in appreciation, happy to know he wasn’t sleeping with a selfish partner. Though he would be fun bringing her to climax with no reciprocation. Chris was always happy to bring joy to his partners with his mouth.

Chris’s fingers motioned towards his dresser, causing it to open and reveal a condom. Thanks to the gift of his magic, their protection levitated towards them. As if Wolf were made of glass, the baker softly laid her down on her back with another warm kiss. Thank the Gods for his magic because this wouldn’t have been as smooth as the condom was already unwrapped by the time it reached his hands.

Wolf smiled in anticipation as she watched Chris slip-on his protection. With a beckon of her finger, she pulled Chris in for another smooch. His rather thick length teased her arousal, occasionally rubbing against her ever-so-sensitive pearl. The spider hero’s hand found themselves caressing those beautiful curls on Chris’s head while the other guided his length into her. With an impish smile, she leaned up to Chris’s ear.

“Don’t keep me waiting,” she whispered in a sultry tone, “Muuske~”

A bright red blush spreads across the baker’s face. Wolfgund knew she had him wrapped around her finger and boy did he love every minute of it. Her wish was his command. With one hand lost in her beautiful coffee hues locks, the baker thrusts every inch of his arousal into her welcoming heat. A loud gasp came from Wolf’s lips, throwing her head back in pleasure.Chris released his own groan once he felt her warmth around him. 8 half lidded eyes stared longingly at Chris, all but telling him to keep going.

With their hands interlocked, the baker’s thrusts were slow yet deep. No doubt wanting to enjoy every minute of their time. Who knows when they would get another chance at this. It wasn’t long before their dance began to pick up speed, their moans growing in volume. Their song of passsion was soon joined by the sounds of his bed creaking against the wall. Wolf’s legs wrapped around the baker’s hips as his lips wrapped around her ample breasts. Soon, they both began to feel that familiar pressure from their dance. Wolf’s walls tightened around Chris’s arousal, earning another moan from the baker. Their eyes met for an eternal moment.

“Wolf…I’m close~”

“Oh Chris…~”

As they got lost in each other’s gaze, the interdimensionl duo lips met in a heated kiss, muffling their moans. Chris’s thrust’s got faster and Wolf’s grip on him tightened, her nails leaving small scratches along his back.

With one last thrust, a groan from the deepest parts of Chris’s stomach filled the room. It wasn’t long before Wolf let out a moan of pleasure as they released their climaxed simultaneously with one final kiss.

After a few moments they broke their kiss for some much needed air, getting lost in the other’s gaze with a few tired pants. Their bodies were slick with sweat and their clothes were scattered all over the room. Wolf let out a tired laugh as she carressed the back of Chris’s neck, bringing about that all too familiar blush.

“There’s that beautiful hue~” she laughed with a kiss to his nose, “Now…as nice as this is, you are getting quite heavy on me and I imagine this will not be a comfortble way to nap..”

Chris laughed tiredly before slowly pulling out with a soft moan. He collapsed next to the laysister and wrapped his arms around her waist.

“I have to agree with you, mi reina,” Chris smiled. “This is much more comfortable. Hopefully we can do this again.”

A small yawn came from Wolf before she settled into his arms.

“Maybe, as long as Spider Society doesn’t…” Wolf pauses with a tilt of her head. “How do you say? Cock block me? And if you prepare those sweet treat I oh so desire~”

A boop of nose followed.

“Oh trust me, after this I’ll bake ya anything you want.” Chris laughed with another kiss to her forehead.

The laysister knew what she was doing and Chris loved every minute of it.

#oooooh smut about wolf :DD #thank you so much this was a fun read! #I feel honoured wolf got a smut drabble <3 #not my writing #bewitchingbaker #thank you so much dear<3

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Y'all ever open a book on a new subject, read a little bit, and have to put it back so you can process the way in which your mind was just expanded?

#inspiration #wolfs hobby is weaving

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remember that this is always a slow time for the rpc. as we get deeper into the holiday season, remember that people are finishing classes and taking big tests. they're slammed at work or taking on extra jobs to pay the bills. people are stressed about money or family, figuring out flights or trips, dreading the colder weather, struggling to put food on the table. some people are experiencing more dark outside than light, which might mess their schedule up a bit. some deal with seasonal depression during these months.

when your dash is slower and quieter this time of year, and when less people are liking your posts or sending memes, it doesn't mean the community is dying or we're all headed for the end times. i understand that less interactions or less support might be discouraging, especially when some of us are already dealing with the doom and gloom of darker, colder months and the stress of the holiday season... but please don't turn around and scold people for their inactivity or their lack of enthusiasm. don't get fatalistic about the fate of this community and declare it prematurely dead. this period of time always happens every year. now is not the time for unfair expectations. now is the time for kindness, generosity, understanding, encouragement, and love. now is the time for "take your time with replies," and "talk to me if you need anything. i'm here for you."

#yeh work is much at the moment xD #AND THEN THERE IS CRHISTMAS AND MY BORTHDAY AND NEW YEAR COMING X-X #psa #no worris about replies and writing:we chill #and doing all fo that without my old man. cant let that go yet #holiday time will be hard

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"You say your hands are strange to the touch, I find them to be perfect touch." Wolf,laughing,just reaches up and cups Chris face with her small hands, grinning so widely the little gap between her frontteeth is clearly visible: "Oh, Muuske, if you only know how you make my heart sing all nicely like a little bird. I so hope you will find someone in your time and world to say the same things to." @werspinna

The baker's eyes widen as though this is the first time Wolf's ever held his face, a blush filling those chubby cheeks of his. Masses he called hands held onto the laysister's as if they were made of glass. They had shared these moments many times before, in between their deadly adventures. He was plenty aware of their different circumstances...though that never stopped the feelings he held for the member of the spider society.

"If only you know how much you made my heart sing like those old songs you love so much," he smiles with a kiss to her hands.

Though he had no issue with the people in his time, the baker held his relationship with Wolf very dear to his heart.

"I wish the same to you," he smiles, "Though it might be hard to find someone who can match the lovely smile and laugh in front of me."

He presses a kiss to her nose.

"And an ass that looks as nice as yours~"

[ @werspinna]

#ooh! FLIRTY chris :D #this was adorable! Chris is such a sweetheart! #thank you for blessing me with the sweetness :D #bewitchingbaker #not my writing

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Past the window of the bedroom there was only blackness, occaisonally interrupted by a deep orange circle of a carlight flickering like a wisp over the wall and bedsheets before vanishing in bthe blacknes sof the street past the rectangle in the wall that was the window. In the quietness of the much too early morning Wolf had rolled out of the bed and after a quick catwash she had put on tunic, gambeson, hauberk and tabbard quietly with one pair of eyes always carefully focused on the bed to make sure she would not wake up Chris. She knew that bakers always rose before sunrise and the little hours still left for Chris to sleep the woman did not wanted to take from him so eventually, as quietly as a hunting cat she sneaked over to the bed and leaned over the man carefully and soundless.

Her lips were nothing but a silky veil breathed on the mans forehead, but enough to make him mumble something in his halfsleep. Wolf, still leaned over him and her breath tickling over his face, couldn´t stop a little grin speading over her poxscarred face: "Hush, little Muuske. I am just saying my goodbyes and it is still early. Go back to sleep, its in the middle of the night and you still have some hours." She pressed a soft peck on the mans stubbly cheek, drowning her amused chuckle against his face.

A arm closed around her waist. A arm closed around her waist keeping her in place. A arm closed around her waist pulling her back to bed.

"Oh?", laughing surpressed Wolf let herself be pulled down and on top of the man, carefully placing her knees on the bed beside his sides, so her hauberk would not uncomfortably press down on him. The bedsheets rustled like autumnleafs when Wolf hummed amused: "...You know I could just not so nicely throw your arm off, do you? Stop beeing stubborn, I have to go. And you have to sleep nicely." [ @bewitchingbaker ]

#[ v ] lupus non mordet lupum 🕷 #bewitchingbaker #awww

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From beneath her Gugels Hood Wolf gave Joshua a big grin that showed the little gap between her stark fronteeth in all its glory and she laughed happily: "Hello yes, you are very nicely talller than any Peter I have seen here and also I have six more nice eyes than any Peter here, so we do fit together very nicely in standing out, isn´t that nice?"

When Wolf had joined the Spider Society she had expected- no wished to, hoped to,wanted to,longed to!- to look into faces like hers- eight eyes, maybe more than the usal amount of teeth,maybe even faces belonging to bodies with more than usual numbers of legs. Yet all Wolf did looked at were normal thin faces with two eyes, a mouth with humanteeth that all belonged to bodies with two arms and two legs and even now,peering up to Joshua, he also only had two eyes, and behind his mask a mouth full of teeth that were of a normal number; and only two arms and two legs. Counting the limbs and eyes and only ever coming to the number two made Wolf feel strangly alone, just as alone as she felt everyday she stepped on Pisas Streets. Yet While she also counted looking at Joshua and again only came to two, he still stood out and that made her grin happily like one would grin at an old friend one had missed so much. Happily trilling she held up a tablet with two bowls of tomatosoup: "Do you want to be nice and sit down and eat with me? You could tell me about your world and I could tell you nicely about my clone back in Cologne." [ @supraxstcllas ]

@werspinna liked for a starter!

🕷️ — Joshua stood off to the side in the HQ's cafeteria, watching as the other spider people milled around or sat chatting with each other. it was still odd to him, how many of them there were, and how few clones there were. they'd made a lil group of themselves, and they tended to keep to themselves or be assigned together, which he appreciated.

but today the others were on their own missions, leaving Joshua to waste time here as he waits for their return. he'd been standing there for a little over 15 minutes before the other spider came up to him, a surprised look on her face. it wasn't the first time, he tended to tower over almost everyone at six foot six inches, and being as broad as he was... he wasn't exactly a regular sight.

" Hello. Yes, I know, I'm big for a Parker clone. Can't exactly help it, though. "

#always okaydear ;D #supraxstcllas : Spidercide #supraxstcllas #[ v ] lupus non mordet lupum 🕷

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"Oh, look at that nice fact. Then we are the same-", she tapped her fingers against her scarred cheeks where the pale round poxscars stood out against her olive skin like sprinkles of bleach: "-from one scarred face to another. How nice! Let peter and Ben be nicely jealouse, jealously is the very nicest compliment. " There was no malice or sarcasm in her voice and instead her voice was nothing but a happy chirp, honstly delighted to have met another spiderman with scars even if the source of those scars was very different than hers. When there were so many "What Ifs" of one person in one place, there were of course games between people that should be all the same, so the young woman looked up to Kain with a grin that showed the little gap between her stark fronteeth in all its glory: "You said you are nicely stronger than those two-" The smile had something sharp, something of a baring of teeth, something like from a carnivore ready to bite, something like from someone who was hunting. Wolf fluttered her eight eyes up at the other sweetly: "-how much stronger exactly?Are you open for a nice little sparring-fight?" [ @wovendeath ]

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there's a slight smirk on his lips as he looks down at the woman before him. Kaine was fairly certain he wasn't supposed to be this damn tall or broad, he'd been made to be a perfect copy of Peter Parker, but he guessed fate had other plans. he'd gotten sick, and instead of weakening him, it made him stronger. at least physically. his mind had been another matter, entirely.

Kaine gave her a shrug, nonchalant about the situation, " I doubt it. Jackal wouldn't do that, not at the time he made me, anyways. I got sick; made me bigger and stronger instead of making me weak. It's not gonna kill me anymore but the scars remain. " he lets out a short laugh, " I'm sure Peter and Ben are jealous. "

#no worries dear ;D #wovendeath #[ v ] lupus non mordet lupum 🕷

[werspinna]

☄ ☄ ☄ { sending these for random headcanons about wolf }

☄ The Spiderman of the renaissance of whos world came the Vulture made of paper faling into Gwen Stancys world, is probably one of Wolfs decendants: Petrus Palladino Parodi is from a Earth hundred of years in the future of Wolfs earth and considering both of them have the same eyecolour and are from Italy, they flocked together in the Spider Society to sit together and talk in the very much "broken" italian that happens when someone from medieval- Pisa tries to talk to someone from renaissance -Rome in italian. They still are getting along very well, and although they do not bother to make a test (mostly because noone told them that in the Spider Society headquarter it would need nothing but a drop of blood and ten minutes of waiting to figure that out), Petrus usually calls Wolf Nonna jokingly. Wolf is uncomfortable by the notion of having children so while she does not stop Petrus from making jokes and they work very well together, she also does not like the idea of him beeing related to her and very much tries to ignore that possibility even if his eyecolour is starirng her straight in the face.

☄ Wolf is hard of hearing: Consequences of a poxinfection could be braindamage, paralysis and deafness. Wolf suffered from periodically flaring up jointinflammation and partly deafness after she survived the infection. While the jointinflammations are now promptly healed whenever they flare up due to her now inhuman healing factor, the damage to her inner ear is not something that flares up and sooths, but that is a damage that had happned before she had been bitten by the spider which is the reaon why it would not heal as any damage happening to her before the spiderbite would not heal now. Wolf is not completly deaf, but she very much has a very hard time localizing sounds and will have to watch attentively a persons mouth when they talk to her to understand clearly. Her eight eyes catching up vibrations allowes her to figure out what a person standing behind her is saying/ doing (In that manner, yes, she sees sounds), as normally she would not be able to hear them. Wolf herself speaks very loud and clear, and mimics very exaggerated because she worries that she slurrs her speach due to having struggles hearing herself.

☄ Wolf very much has what one not especially nice would describe as a "Horseface": Wolfs face is described as long, with big eyes with long dark lashes, with a long big nose, big ears, and a prominent overbite caused by her having big fronteeth that are crooked and have a little gap between them. In other words: she has not a small, heartshaped face, but very much fits the unflattering description of a Horseface. So Wolf has a lovely face, but it is very far from fitting the modern beautystandart.

#hugs adn kisses and wild screaming send over to your side of the world because you are so nice to ask me for headcanons ^-^ thank you! #werspinna #headcanon

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TAG GAME — THINGS YOUR MUSE WILL NOTICE ABOUT MINE

WHAT THEY LOOK LIKE: On first glance Wolf is a on the shorter end of average tall woman whos most noticeable features are the poxscars covering parts of her face and the smile with crooked teeth on her lips. On the second glance one might notice the tattoos on her hands that were not made for artistic reasons. She is clean, well groomed and the embroidery on her blue dress is neatly made, yet the materials of her clothes are not especially expensive fitting for a laysister without own property. For people of her time it is noticeable that Wolf wears her hair in a halo-braid which is a typical "working-hairstyle" for girls around Cologne in contrast to the more artful and loose hairstyles used by unmarried women in Pisa at that time. Accordingly its easy to notice for the people of her time where Wolf grew up at out of the habit of how she wears her hair. Wolf does her best to very much look boring when she is just the Laysister Wolfgund. As Werspinna Wolf is hidden from head to toe and if it would not be for her very uninspiring height she might be very intimidating alone for the fact that there are eight eyes looking at a opponent from behind the Grimme of her helmet.

WHAT THEY SMELL LIKE: As someone who had lived in a muslime household, specifically serving a woman with leprosy who was also a doctor, Wolf smells permanently after lavendar and Vinegar. Usually Wolf cleans her hands and feet with lavenderoil when she steps into a new house or outside on the street(out of respect, but also because lavenderoil is antibacterial) and she washes herself two times daily with vinegarwater (also killing bacteria) to get rid of any germs sticking to her. Despite knowing better as a by Asada keenly trained doctor, Wolf is worried that she might still carry the pox-virus (let alone somehow might carry Asadas leprosy bacteria) and therefor makes sure her hands are always clean, especially when she knows that people will reach out for her and touch her. Occaisionally the scent of vinegarwater can be uncomfortable, especially when Wolf is anxious and mentally unwell in which state (especially if she can´t find something to eat) she scrubs her hands and feet more violently and often until they turn bloody.

WHAT THEY SOUND LIKE: In general Wolf has a lower, womenly voice than average. She usually tries to make it more higher and sound like a "trill" when she is talking to make people more comfortable around her even if her constant happy humming and chuckles usually do the opposite. However, through this behaviour she is noticed, which is exactly what she aims to be as her Mother had teached her that the one who is noticed and so annoying to be ignored, is often underestimated and even better, never expected to be a Thief. She no longer is a thief or robber, but Wolf still plays her role well which might explain why she is so easily not noticed when she is actually quiet and hunting. She does sound distinctive "frankish" for people from Pisa (Cologne is after all a tradingknot and very near to france), yet as the medieval middle lowgerman is still very close related to english in its softer more rolling phonems, for people used to english she might sounds "strange" but not specifically from Cologne. In general she might sound very annyoing for the people around her considering Wolf is doing her best to be exactly that and loud and noticed, always making jokes and pitching up her voice to sound more happy and friendly.

WHAT THEY FEEL LIKE: Wolfs Hands are strange to the touch-Some parts of her skin (shoulders, knuckles, feet) are uncomfortable rough from a life of hard work and especially someone who had been trained to use the longbow to hunt since young childhood, yet there are many very uncomfortable smooth areas where the poxscars had eaten into her flesh. The callouseness is often expected from Wolf as someone who works in a convent as a laysister, but the smoothness of her scars might be unsettling. Her skin is also always hot to the touch- Wolf has a incredible active metabolism as a Mutant with a inhuman high selfhealing-factor so while she does not feel sweaty, she might be considered having a fever rom her temperatur alone for a person not familiar with her high metabolism.

#headcanon #werspinna

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The Wolf and its different meanings in Wolfs World:

The Wolf in Fables: The male Wolf Isegrim (Isen=Eisen= Iron ; Grim=Grien=Grin /snarl, but also Ironmask as in the Grimme of a helmet that protects the face ) is used as a symbol for the feudal baron: The Wolf is always hungry, always bad, always strong, always cruel, always devious but also always very stupid. The Female Wolf Griermund (Grier=Gier=Greed, Mund= Mouth; But also Grier=Grinsen=Knurren=Grinning=Snarling) is the same by the matter that she is always hungry, always eating and very stupid. Nothing is enough for her, nothing can still her hunger. However, if the fable is from areas more eastern than the Wolf becomes like the fox and instead becomes instead of the hungry villian, more of a ambivalent trickster. Wolf became out of Hunger a Robber and Murderer and as every Wolf-character in her Story (Which are surpisingly a lot) , she has to either live, indulge in or fight that hunger. The Wolf in christian Fables: The Wolf is one of the Forms the Devil is taking, if he is not walking around as a huntsman.

The Wolf in the Ysengrimus: The Ysengrimus is a medieval fable in which the Wolf (Ysengrimus) is a stand in for the church (specifically the corrupted clergyman) , whom is critized for his greed/hunger and corruption and is in that story tricked (and eventually killed) by the Fox standing in for the normal people. The Ysengrimus is a critic on the Crusades and how those had been used to richen the Churchs on the costs of human life.

But also: Wolf specifically lives in Italy (northitaly for that matter, but still italy), so the Wolf has not as much as a negative image as there would be in (nowdays) middlegermany where she grew up. After all, the she-wolf is the mother of the roman empire and specifically Italy set itself appart from the franconian kings by claiming to be the heirs of the roman empire. Accordingly the She-Wolf is more a symbol of not only Motherhood and protection, but strenght . However, since Wolf as Werspinna is very much interpreted as a man by anyone interacting with her, she only seldomly can claim that symbol for her persona. Wolfs therapreutic Tattoos are suppose to be inspired by Daunian Tattoos.

#werspinna #headcanon

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*covered in blood* i will.... *trembling* CHOOSE TO BE KIND... *in pain* i will be... NICE to others... *wanting to kill* i will see good in EVERYONE *yelding a knife* i will NOT be like those who hurt me... *screaming* i will be BETTER than who i was...

#inspiration #*screaming* i will be BETTER than who i was #yeh thats wolf

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On the topic of Wolf not knowing sign-language: As a member of a convent, she obviously knows monastic sign language (including the finger alphabet) that was used in cloisters and convents between the monks and nuns when they were under a oath of silence, or just in general when it was the hours of the day where it should not be spoken or when during the prayers or during the time they ate together and one of them read loud in the bible and the others should listen ( Obviously, as people are, the sign langauge was specifically used during dinner time to tell jokes and make fun of the one reading.) However, as it is with languages: While there were many books about the finger alphabet and the monastic sign language that the oldest known text is a Benedictine sign books from 1075, the signs would different in the languages and even between the cloisters in the same area. The easiest way to communicate around that langauge barrier, would be signing in latin. Accordingly Wolf might be able to make signs for verbs (Kneel, pray etc) that would be understood by another person who had lived in a cloister for a longer time, there still is a barrier between people from different langauges and she very much would not be able to communicate with a person who has no monastic background. SHe however,would be very much able to sign with a person through that language in latin, but not specifically with the signs typical for the Pisa italian of her convent. So Wolf does know sign language, specifically the latin sign language used in her convent, but it is not specifically an own language with which she could communicate with people outside of a monastic background and some of her signs might not be understandable for people with a monastic background outside of her convent in Pisa specifically.

#werspinna #headcanon #just adding to the sign language thing #modern sign language woudl be very confusing for her #Wolf would be able to sign in latin with Reineke as he had been send to a cloister to be raised /educated #and with Maetke Jael and Lupardus #but not with Hinze who has no monastic background

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Muse Demeanor And Mannerisms Guide : Wolfgund Waidmanns

ᴇʏᴇꜱ. avoids eye contact when nervous, maintains eye contact, avoids eye contact due to being neurodivergent, enjoys eye contact as a means to read and convey emotion, looks down when emotional, looks up when emotional, cries openly, wipes tears quickly, suppresses tears, wandering gaze when lost in thought, holds gaze while thinking, seeks out eye contact for reassurance, seeks out eye contact to gauge enthusiasm during conversations, eyes move constantly during conversation, expressive eyes, emotions only evident through eyes, uses eye contact to intimidate, looks up while thinking, looks down while thinking.

ʜᴀɴᴅꜱ. clasps behind back,  rests in lap,  fidgets with clothes,  twiddles thumbs,  chews at nails,  pushes back cuticles,  draws patterns on table/counter surfaces,  animated gestures while speaking,  only gestures to emphasize,utilizes sign language*,  speaks only through sign,   callouses,  scars,  smooth,  wrinkled,  worn,  soft,  delicate,  boney,  slender,  thick,  veiny,  touches others while speaking,**  reaches out while laughing,  reaches out to comfort others,  reaches out to seek comfort ,  places face in hands when exasperated,  places face in hands when exhausted,  places palms over eyes to hide when overwhelmed,  rests chin in hands,  taps fingers when impatient,  taps fingers when nervous,  taps fingers while thinking,  scratches scalp,  strokes chin,  rubs back of head,  toys with objects around them,  runs fingers over surfaces while walking by.

ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ. chews lip,  chews at inside of cheek***,  licks lips,  bites tongue,  chews on straws,  resting frown,  resting smile,  neutral resting expression,  resting pout,  grinds teeth,  flexes jaw,  covers mouth when laughing,  covers mouth when shocked,  covers mouth when concerned,  hands to lips while thinking,  covers mouth when chewing,  chews with mouth closed,  chews with mouth open,  smirks,  grins,  subtle smiles,  wide smiles,  sad smiles,  intimidating smiles,  menacing grins,  openly smiles,  tries to suppress smiles,  bares teeth when angry,  lips quiver when emotional,  stutters,  speaks quickly,  speaks slowly,  good pronunciation,  poor pronunciation,  moderate pronunciation,  purses lips,  sucks in lips,  holds mouth open when shocked or confused.

ʟᴇɢꜱ. bounces leg when 'nervous',  draws knees to chest when sitting,  draws knees to chest as a means of comfort,  sits on knees,  sits with legs criss crossed,  sits with legs spread open in chairs,  crosses legs when sitting in chairs,  sits with one leg folded under the other,  places feet on furniture,  never places feet on furniture,  sits on counters,  sits on desks,  sits on tables,  sits on edge of seat,sits hunched over with forearms on knees,  arches one knee up,  sits on the arm of chairs/couches,  feet on dashboard,  swings legs back and forth when sitting somewhere elevated,  wiggles toes when nervous,  wiggles toes as a general tick,  shuffles feet,  kicks foot into ground,  stomps feet,****  loud footsteps,  quiet footsteps,  silent footsteps.****

ʜᴀɪʀ.runs fingers through hair,  tugs at hair,  picks at scalp,  chews on hair,  twists locks of hair while thinking or nervous,  smooths out locks of hair while thinking or nervous,  prefers hair out of face,  prefers long hair,  prefers short hair,  wears hair back,  keeps hair down,  smooths back hair,  plays with other’s hair while talking,  plays with own hair while talking,  strokes hair to 'comfort' others,  likes having hair stroked for their own comfort,  braids others’ hair while talking,  braids own hair while talking,  flips hair out of face,  pushes hair out of face,  leaves hair alone even when falling into face.

*Since she had survived the pox, Wolf is hard of hearing. Which is in general a normal consequence of surviving the pox but unless her periodically flaring up jointinflammation, her hearing is not healed by the by the spiderbite caused inhuman healing-factor for in contrast to the joint inflammation it does not flares up but is a permanent damage and damage done to her before the mutation stays unhealed as seen in her tattoos and poxscars. She uses wide, big gestures, speaks very loud and clearly, and makes overly exaggerated facial expressions to communicate, but Wolf specifically does not know signlanguage, because she had yet no contact to a universal sign- language, beside the gestures used during the silent dinners and silent times in the convent.

** Unless she is already familiar with a person or the person is a patient, Wolf avoids touching other people. For one Wolf has still the idea that she might still be able to transmit the poxvirus (obviously she can´t), but also she had taken care for years of a person with leprosy, so she is not touching another person undless she has to or unless she had cleaned her hands with lavenderoil.

*** Wolf has the gross habit of chewing and sucking on her facial poxscars that are at the left corner of her mouth when she is thinking.

**** Beside Wolfs choice of beeing a spiderman, she is still a highly trained Hunter, Thief and assassin (as in, the modern translation of the word, not the translation fitting for her time, although Leo probably hired one to train Wolf and her group at some point.). She choses to be loud and noticeable, because it fits the role she is playing as spiderman, but that does not changes the skills she has and that she still constantly trains and uses. If she does not want to be heard or noticed, she will not be heard or noticed. If she is noticedd and hear,d it is because she purposefully allowes it. After all, the annoying loud person is easily ignored and one would never suspect that annoyingly loud person to be a thief. Felina did not raised a failure of a thief and Wolf knows her skills.

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#headcanon #werspinna

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Kind characters are not boring; in fact, due to the vast amount of people who hold that opinion, kind characters are as edgy as it gets. In this essay I will

#inspiration #yeh

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((Itsy bitsy Pete for you : 3 )) peter could be a precocious child in a lot of ways. maybe it was his intelligence, maybe it was the spider powers he still was getting used to, maybe it was something else. but something that was constant no matter peters age was his capacity for love and making friends.

he was hiding on the ceiling, waiting for her to appear, only to drop down on her back and give the spider-woman a warm hug with a big smile. “I hope I didn’t scare you…”

Eight eyes saw a lot. Eight eyes saw the warm light falling through the windows on the let into the corridor. Eight eyes saw the door to the refactory at teh end of the corridor. Eight eyes saw the shadows hanging like a veil over her head at the ceiling. Eight eyes saw the vibration of his quiet breathing echoing from where Peter was hiding as best as he could in the shadows hanging on the ceiling.

Accordingly when Peter jumped down and landed on her back, Wolf was alreay ready to fold her arms behind her back casually to keep the boy in a piggyack ride so he would not slide down and land on the floor or just hang with his small arms wrapped aorund her throat. Now she just shoved the small boy a little farer up her back, so he woudl be easier to carry and made a dramatic, loud noise of suprise that was too thetralic to be real to fake her shock over the suprise shock poperly. His quiet whisper tickled on her scarred cheek like a little finger and Wolf leaned her head back to hear Peter better- her hearing had become very bad since she had survived the pox and while her eyes made it easy for her to pick up the scraps of words from others mouths she did not heard, with a child on her back that she could only see out of the corner of her fourth pair of eyes at the sides of her forehead, he was almost out of her field of vision. His quiet whisper made her grin so widely that the little gap between her stark fronteeth was clearly visible. She laughed loudly, swaying her head from side to side happily. Peter was light and warm and friendly and soft and he remainded her of the children living at her convent who would occaisonally skip their classes from the nuns to help her in the convents herbgardens where they would jump squeaking in the hills of autumnleafs she had sweeped up.

Dramatically grimacing as if she had just had the greatest shock of her life Wolf said in a voice that was still traversed by happy chuckles: "Oh, mien Jung! You scared me so much! I am trembling and frozen in fear! My heart is racing all not nicely!" Dramatically Wolf leaned her head back, sighing too loudly and theatralically to be real, before she leaned her head to the side and pressed laughing her scarred cheek against the soft, round cheek of the small boy: "I am sure my heart can only ease its not so nice tempo if you hold on and accompany me to Man-Spider in the refactory so we can both get us something sweet to eat, don´t you think? Yes, I think you really need to hold on so we can fetch something sweet to eat, yes that would be nice." Her scarred hands still folded under the boy so he would not slide down her back and fall, Wolf started to walk along the corridor, playfully swaying her upper body from one side to another as if she was a boat on th sea and Peter was the sailor while making dramatic swooshing noises. [ @itsybitsypeterparker ]

#awwwwwwwwwww thank you so much that was so precious :D #[ v ] lupus non mordet lupum 🕷 #itsybitsypeterparker

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a psa;;

If I post an open starter, and you want to respond to it,

                                           DO THE THING!

❝ But the starter has already been replied too by someone else! ❞

                                           I don’t care, do the thing.

❝ But you posted it hours/days/weeks months ago! ❞

                                          Do. The. Thing.

❝ But I don’t know if I can… ❞

                                         This is your permission.                                          Do the thing.

❝ But you’re so quality, and I’m not! ❞

                                          I don’t care, do the thing.

Look, there’s nothing more depressing than making a starter, big or small, and having no one reply to it. It just sits there, empty, unused, unloved. If it happens enough the role player will stop posting open starters all together, defaulting instead to people who they know will answer them for sure. Or in some extreme cases leave the community. 

Open starters are open for a reason. Any one of my followers can answer them hours, days, weeks, heck even months after they’ve been posted. That’s why they’re tagged open.

So please, if you ever, ever, see a starter post tagged open that looks interesting to you RESPOND TO IT! 

You’re not going to annoy me, in fact you will make my day. You’re not going to see it but I’m probably going to do a little happy dance in my seat, or grin like an idiot, or make high pitched squeaky noises, or all of the above, because you, yes you, responded to the starter I posted.

#psa