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PhantomWolf64 @phantomwolf64.bsky.social · 10h

Yes, I do; out of thousands of photos over the nearly 18 years we were together, this is my favorite one of my heart dog, Oreo. 🩷🥹 It was taken in Aug. 2020 when she was almost 13, and she was just so happy and so much herself as she gave me her paw in exchange for the treat she's looking at.

A close-up photograph of an old and beautiful Papillon mix dog with white and black fur, and brown eyes. She is siting and 'smiling' as she happily looks up at a treat beyond the camera.

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PhantomWolf64 @phantomwolf64.bsky.social · 06/10/2026

Yay! This word helped me find an old doc from last year that had some WIP scenes in it, so I revised one of them that used 'wall', and here it is now. — This time in TR&TH, somebody is projecting his own childhood trauma while threatening another person's family. — CW: Violence. — #WIPSnips #Fanfic

“I will find them all,” Vergil vowed as Agnus backed away from him, taking two steps backward for every one of his own, until the foolish sapien trapped himself against the brick wall like cornered prey; his mouth opening and closing as if trying to say something, but alas, his body wasn’t cooperating with him under the increased stress, rendering him speechless and no doubt feeling more vulnerable than he already was, for Vergil knew from experience what it was like to be unable to speak while at another’s mercy. Vergil’s lips curled back further, revealing more of his sharp teeth as excitement coursed through his veins along with rage; he hated how much he enjoyed it, how much he had come to understand both sides of it.

“And when I do, your children will listen to their mother’s dying scream as her heart is cut out of her chest,” Vergil said as he closed the distance between them and raised his right hand, snatching Agnus by the throat and lifting him off of his feet while he pinned the larger man against the wall as easily as if he was a weightless doll. “They will watch everything and everyone they care about be burned to the ground.” He tightened his grip, feeling the sapien’s heart pounding against his bare fingertips as he leaned toward him, snarling in his face as he watched the color drain from it like a body bleeding out and allowed his emotions, his memories, to do the same through his lips. “Then they will be dragged down into Hell and experience fates worse than death until no blood, no bone, no ash remains of the people they once were!”

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PhantomWolf64 @phantomwolf64.bsky.social · 06/10/2026

Share someone who looks stylish wearing BLACK and RED. 🖤❤️

Artwork of Dante and Arius from Devil May Cry 2.

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PhantomWolf64 @phantomwolf64.bsky.social · 05/10/2026

This time, I'm gonna 'cheat' with a line from one of my completed AO3 fics, A Midnight Tea-Party, which is part of my WIP series, TR&TH. — After a MIL insult flies over somebody's head, his mind literally wanders off into a tangent about money during an intimate moment. — 🔞 NSFW. — #WIPSnips #Fanfic

“How cute; speaking as if you actually care about money,” the White Rabbit said, mirroring the sneer back at him as condescension dripped from every word like venom. Meanwhile, he toyed with his cock in one hand and picked up the bottle of lubricant from the nightstand with the other, his thumb popping open the lid as he added. “Do you even know what a dime piece is? Judging from the photos I've seen, I know you never saw one of those in your father's mansion.”

Vergil glared at him, a soft growl slipping out of his throat as he was taunted about his lack of interest in the strange things that the sapiens assigned value to. Yet, those things were so easily earned with a bit of reconnaissance and a few slashes of his sword; rarely did it take more than an hour for him to collect as much money as his partner needed, and rarely did Vergil give it any more heed than that—unlike the mercenaries at that bar who whined about it every night, except for when they were too busy drinking a free round of their favourite poisons to do so.

And why would he? All of it was so needlessly complicated and different from their own world, a world in which might controls everything along with guts and honour, and that which couldn't be taken by force could usually be bartered for instead, so long as you had a name. After all, deals were contracts, promises were vows, words were truth, lest they fell from a sapien's tongue, or half of one. Yet, another reason why their warriors trusted his partner's words more than his own; if only they knew... If only they weren't so easily fooled by white fur and a silver tongue that knew how to fluently speak their own tongue whenever their doubts needed to be assuaged.

“—more than just bloody pocket change for the next mission,” the White Rabbit said something, most of which had fallen on deaf ears until Vergil focused once more on what was coming out of those smirking lips that he wanted to kiss, just to shut him up.

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PhantomWolf64 @phantomwolf64.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

Vergil: Antigravity by Starset — Devil May Cry. This is one of my newer test videos, one of several I have for Vergil, and I think it might be a winner as I really like the vibes of it so far. Maybe, after I finish my current WIP, I'll make this one to a proper FMV too. 😁

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PhantomWolf64 @phantomwolf64.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

Final Fantasy VII: Devil Trigger from DMC5. I don't recall why I made this one, but I do recall loving how well I got the timing of the Cloud & Andrea dance scene to match up with this part of the song. ...I also recall how many hours I spent recording this mini-game until I got a 💯 score, lol. 🎮🫠

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PhantomWolf64 @phantomwolf64.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

Undertaker: Legendary by Skillet — Black Butler. It's just the opening, but I can see the potential already, and I still like it. IIRC, I was planning to make this one into a full AMV, but I was waiting for the new seasons as I knew they'd be useful for it... then I forgot and fell behind on BB. 😅

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PhantomWolf64 @phantomwolf64.bsky.social · 03/10/2026

Aww, I can only think of one scene in TR&TH that uses the word 'petal', and it's one of the most romantic parts, which may or may not be part of a dream the MC is having. — This time, someone appears to be feeling better, and someone else is having very big feelings about that. — #WIPSnips #Fanfic

As he walked under the small tree, Alexander lifted his marked hand above his head, his fingers running gently through the crimson leaves; some fell and floated away like rose petals upon the cool sea breeze, except for a few that got tangled up in his green hair, yet he didn’t seem to mind that one bit. When he came to a standstill at the nearby ledge, he took a deep breath and held it for a long moment before he released it as a contented sigh while he watched the leaves disappear into the sunset.

Vergil’s own breath hitched at the sight and sound of Alexander breathing; so easily, so deeply, so quietly… so completely unlabored as he seemed to savor not just the fresh air in this surreal place, but the fact that he could do so at all without a second thought or a painful cough. Even before he had become the White Rabbit, he had struggled to breathe in Makai without a mask, but that didn’t seem to be the case here in this wonderland.

This was a dream… it had to be another dream, just like the others he had since the first-time the barrier between realms was broken, Vergil told himself as his eyes burned and blurred when Alexander looked over at him with the sanest smile he had seen on his handsome face in over an year; he had to wake up and keep fighting… but Vergil couldn’t bring himself to do so, not yet as he took a moment to commit this sight to his memory: the sight of Alexander, happy and at peace, just as he had always wanted him to be.

Devils never cry, and yet, Vergil couldn’t deny that he was doing just that as Alexander returned to his side and lifted his marked hand to his face; he run a calloused thumb over his cheek as gently as he had done with the leaves, wiping away the tears that now streamed down his face like they did back when he was an emotional teenager. He wanted to avert his eyes, but Alexander didn’t allow him to do so as he cupped his other cheek in the palm of his unmarked hand, and tilted his head back until he was looking up at him.

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PhantomWolf64 @phantomwolf64.bsky.social · 03/10/2026

Just tossing out this WIP screenshot preemptively, because apparently providing proof that it's human made is something real writers/artists have to do nowadays. 😮‍💨 On the plus side, tho. One of my TR&TH fics is nearing 22K! Also, a little peek at how I reference the finer details in my fanfics. ✍️😁🔍

A screenshot of multiple windows opened on a Windows laptop.

On the left are two smaller, dark theme windows, showing a media player that is playing a scene from the Netflix show Devil May Cry. The window below is a file explorer, showing folders with episode and scene titles selected.

On the right side is a large white window, showing a Scrivener project and various writing stuff on it, including a WIP story.

At the very bottom is a task bar showing various program icons, along with the weather, time, and date.

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PhantomWolf64 @phantomwolf64.bsky.social · 02/10/2026

If you see this, post four of your favorite characters from four different series! Pass it on! Ardyn Izunia - Final Fantasy XV. Saruhiko Fushimi - K-project. V - Devil May Cry 5. Kaz Brekker - Six of Crows.

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PhantomWolf64 @phantomwolf64.bsky.social · 02/10/2026

Oh, I definitely use this word and its synonyms + vibes a lot, especially in my TR&TH series as one of its WIP fics is about aftermath/recovery. — This time, a half-demon finds his human partner critically injured after a horrific incident. — CW: Explicit Injuries, Blood, etc. — #WIPSnips #Fanfic

He didn’t need to question Alexander about the look in his brown eyes or the shuddered breaths that left his burned lips while his body trembled, more likely from blood loss than anything else; for Vergil knew what they meant all too well—once upon a time, that look had surely been on his own pale face, his punctured lungs struggling to function until he felt claws upon his throat as he laid pinned in place. But unlike him, his partner didn’t have the regenerative ability to heal his wounds.

No, Alexander was a mere sapien, something that Vergil often forgot until the times he returned to his side and found him bedridden with a illness he had caught in another realm, or stubbornly limping around his village due to injuries that took far too long to heal. Those times were always a painful reminder of how different they were, of how weak and fragile his partner truly was; the fact he had survived this long in Makai was a miracle in and of itself.

Silently, Vergil looked over Alexander’s body from bloodied head to bloodied legs; tallying every burn, cut, scrape, and even what appeared to be a gunshot wound in his left shoulder. His eyes narrowed at that sight, a growl slipping out of his throat while his own body trembled in rage as he put two pieces together and finally recognized the foreign scent in the air: Gunpowder—this bloodbath hadn’t been drawn by the claws of makaians, but by the hands of sapiens, who would rue the day he got his own claws on them and tore them apart.

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PhantomWolf64 @phantomwolf64.bsky.social · 02/10/2026

I meant to do this one yesterday, but I was wiped out after a Dr. appointment, so here it is now with a snip that has a similar mood. — This time in TR&TH, someone's also exhausted after a long journey back to his family's home, which is painfully the same as it was when he left. — #WIPSnips #Fanfic

Alexander paused at the entrance to the tent, his hand clenching the flap of the door as he stared at the wear and tear in the softened leather that smelled of hearth and home; the last time he was here was just before he had set out on that journey to what he had once thought was a safe haven, along with the rest of his family and friends. His other hand tightened around the gray bag he held against his aching chest, all too aware of who had returned with him as scrapes of white fur, as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, steeling his nerves before he pushed aside the flap and entered the place he called home for many years.

As he stepped into the dimly-lit room, he felt the presence of someone and turned his head toward them, expecting to see a familiar face in their usual spot. A moment later, his mind caught up to his heart, which broke into even smaller pieces as he stared at an empty chair, now covered in dust along with a craft project that was a work in progress, and now would never be finished. Alexander looked away from it, only to see some clothes tossed carelessly on the floor that were far too large to be his own, and some dirty bandages not far from them that were similar to the ones now covering his own left eye.

Taking a page out of his partner’s book, Alexander averted his good eye from what he didn’t want to see—to acknowledge because it was too painful, because it reminded him of how powerless he was—as he walked farther into his family’s home, leaving Vergil to stand guard at the entrance. With a limp, he approached the makeshift bed in the back room, his weary body tempted to sink down into its tattered blankets that were still neatly made in a sapien way that his siblings used to playfully tease him about; he stared at it, taking a few labored breaths before he gave into that temptation.

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PhantomWolf64 @phantomwolf64.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

Apparently, I use this word a lot, so it was hard to choose... I picked this one because it has two meanings + a new character. — This time in TR&TH, someone meets the demon hunter who traumatized his partner, whose eyes reminds him of those he loved & lost in one way or another. — #WIPSnips #Fanfic

In the blink of an eye, his brother’s pet sapien raised her weapon as well, pointing the barrel of her gun at his face just as he pointed the tip of his sword against her throat; both of them coming to a stalemate as they stood frozen in place. When Vergil looked down into her eyes, he saw not one person glaring back at him, but three; on her left side, he saw his brother’s leather coat in a red orb—on her right side, he saw his partner’s long hair in a green orb. The opposite colors combined made an unholy trinity that he hoped haunted her every time she looked at herself in a mirror, just as those heterochromic eyes had haunted the White Rabbit in every one of his nightmares… To think that she was still here, and he was not… Vergil’s lip curled up into a sneer as he felt his own eyes well with burning tears.

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PhantomWolf64 @phantomwolf64.bsky.social · 28/09/2026

QTP with a blue-haired girl! 💙

Official artwork from Zoids: Guardian Force.

It shows a female character named Rieze (aka Rease, Lieze, etc. There's no official spelling that is consistently used with her, IIRC). She has blue hair, green eyes, fair skin, and a slender body, dressed in a two-tone blue coat with black belts on the front, black leather pants, and dark brown boots with white fur on them. She is standing in a dynamic pose with her arms crossed in front of her neck, and her legs spread on the ground.

Standing protectively behind her is her sidekick, Specular, a blue robotic bipedal dinosaur with yellow eyes, white teeth, and horns/tusks on the side of its face.

The background is light blue with a bunch of danger and caution signs scattered about, along with words written in blue Japanese letters. At the bottom is a silver, metallic line with the names 'Rieze & Specular' written in white Japanese letters.

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PhantomWolf64 @phantomwolf64.bsky.social · 28/09/2026

QTP with a game that has a 10/10 soundtrack 🎶

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PhantomWolf64 @phantomwolf64.bsky.social · 28/09/2026

QTP with 4 games in your backlog!

Stranger of Paradise - Final Fantasy Origin.

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PhantomWolf64 @phantomwolf64.bsky.social · 26/09/2026

Oh, I've been looking forward to this word! It's used in a favorite scene of mine from one of my TR&TH WIPs. — This time, two partners in crime and life are getting ready for an undercover mission with a new disguise and names, one of whom is enjoying it much more than the other. — #WIPSnips #Fanfic

Vergil closed his eyes as the White Rabbit reached the top of his head, covering his short hair in bandages, then he moved downward and covered his face with a second layer; the first of which he was thankful for, as it hid the frown now on it. The White Rabbit was right; every sapien at that wretched place would be familiar with his face, especially one person who saw him every time he looked into a mirror just as he himself always saw him, hence why that was one thing he didn’t allow his partner to collect in this apartment like his blasted clocks and creepy dolls.

“From this moment on until the moment I take them off, you are a sapien by the name of Gilver Blake,” the White Rabbit said as he pinned the end of the bandages beneath the collar of his black shirt, one of his fingers slipping between his throat and the white cotton, checking if they were too tight—Indeed, they were just a bit, he thought as he opened his eyes, but just enough to be a reminder of the marked hand that would be wrapped around his throat later, if they had the time. “A former bounty hunter from a faraway land, who, after a tragic accident, has come to New York City in hopes of starting a new chapter in his life as a mercenary, understood?” the White Rabbit asked him as he stepped back, cocking his head to the side while he lifted a curled finger to his scarred chin, resting it beneath a wide grin as he observed his handiwork.

“Yes, Mr. Todd,” Gilver said, playing along with the ruse as he spoke his partner’s name for the night, except it was not an alias at all, but rather the surname he had been born with, and had forsaken months ago, along with his first: Alexander Todd… Oh, how he longed to call out the first as he had done countless times over the years, both out on the field and beneath the sheets, but he knew better than to look a gift horse in the mouth; the fact he was being allowed to say the last without being corrected with a snarl or a glare was a miracle in and of itself.

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PhantomWolf64 @phantomwolf64.bsky.social · 26/09/2026

I couldn't find 'nation' in any of my current WIPs, so I'm going with the synonym 'country' for this one. — This time in TR&TH, a somber moment between partners is interrupted by a phone call from an old friend, who reminds one of them of the other's past self. — #WIPSnips #Fanfic

And even now, he hadn’t learned his lesson from those mistakes, at least not completely, Gilver thought as he closed the nightstand drawer after replacing the keys with another item, albeit one not as harmful as the others he had brought home for his partner. For a moment, neither of them moved nor made a sound as they stood on opposite sides of the small bed with their heads bowed, deep in thought until the stalemate was broken by the White Rabbit’s cellphone, which rang with a merry tune that always grated on Gilver’s nerves.

“… Yes, Owen; we’re on our way to Bobby’s Cellar now,” the White Rabbit said to his personal informant—an old makaian friend he had met in the country of Ninjhe, who had been among the refugees he had saved, and one of the few Gilver liked, for he was cut from the same cloth as Alexander had been; a pacifist at heart—after he pulled out his cellphone and answered it in a polite tone that didn’t match his miffed expression. After a few more words that Gilver ignored for they were of no interest to him, the White Rabbit ended the call with a snap as he closed the cellphone and returned it to his pocket once more, his hand lingering there until he noticed he was being watched.

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PhantomWolf64 @phantomwolf64.bsky.social · 25/09/2026

This word reminded me that I still needed to write out this moment, so this one is hot off the press! — When a drinking game gets out of hand, somebody has to step-in and save his drunk partner, who's not having a good time at all. — CW: Alcohol Abuse, Physical Assault, Violence. — #WIPSnips #Fanfic

“Enough!” the White Rabbit said, loud and clear, when the mercenaries got too rowdy with hazing their newest cohort; apparently, his partner hadn’t been drinking fast enough for their liking, and so they had started to give him a helping hand or ten, which grabbed hold of Gilver and restrained him while others tried to force more vodka down his throat with a funnel. “Hands off the mummy,” he added just as firmly while he walked toward them; for a moment, his narrowed eyes wandered over to Tony, who watched the commotion with a stoic expression, only lifting a finger to empty another glass of his own.

At that order, the other mercenaries and their middlemen finally noticed that Gilver wasn't the only new face in the seedy little bar on that Thursday night, their expressions a mixture of suspicion and amusement at his own ‘disguise’; first a mummy, now a bunny, oh, he could hear the jokes writing themselves already.

While they were all distracted by his meddling, a scream of pain rang out through the bar like a last call, breaking the sudden silence; one of those mercenaries had placed a hand on the aforementioned throat while another had his fingers too close to Gilver’s mouth. On one hand, the White Rabbit was amused, for they got what they deserved in the form of sharp teeth snapping down onto bare fingers, tearing skin and crushing bones, but on the other hand, seeing a familiar look of triggered panic in his partner’s bloodshot eyes made his blood boil; no one else was allowed to handle him in such a way, not even himself on the worst of days.

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PhantomWolf64 @phantomwolf64.bsky.social · 21/09/2026

I saw that '9 Anime' thing going around and figured I'd do it too, and yeah, I can definitely see how they helped shaped me, along with a few others not on this list. Especially Wolf's Rain and InuYasha, the former's tragic story + the latter's great villains really set a precedent for me, lol.

A list of 9 anime that shaped who I am:

Wolf's Rain.
InuYasha.
Black Butler.
K-project.
Steins;Gate.
Devil May Cry (2007).
Sonic X.
Digmon Tamers.
Pokémon (Original Series)

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PhantomWolf64 @phantomwolf64.bsky.social · 20/09/2026

If you see this, post your comfort characters!

Genesis Rhapsodos from Final Fantasy VII.

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PhantomWolf64 @phantomwolf64.bsky.social · 20/09/2026

Pokémon Gold, I think? I've been playing video games since I was a toddler, so it's a bit hard for me to remember, but this was one of my first. I loved it, despite not being able to read any of it. Also, it has the most interesting memories attached to it as I was able to take it places with me.

Box art of the video game Pokémon Gold for the Game Boy Color, which shows a fierce multi-colored phoenix-like bird called Ho-oh on a golden background.

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PhantomWolf64 @phantomwolf64.bsky.social · 20/09/2026

Reply with 💥 and I will give you a letter to list your 4 favorite characters!! I got P!

Phillip Kiriakis from Days of our Lives.

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PhantomWolf64 @phantomwolf64.bsky.social · 20/09/2026

Okay, I'm going with ✨️vibes✨️ today! — This time in TR&TH, nothing is going according to plan after a demonic rockstar grows impatient and gives the signal for the main event to begin earlier than expected, much to his co-conspirator's chagrin. — #WIPSnips #Fanfic

All of a sudden, the lights went out, drowning everyone in the underground mall in total darkness; the sapiens paused in their dancing, more confused than scared as they muttered amongst themselves while the music faded away to a low hum; for a moment, tribal rhythms that had been hidden beneath the electronic music reached Gilver’s sharp ears before they were once again hidden by the sound of guitars and other instruments as the music changed to rock.

“Are you ready!” A man’s voice rang out through the darkness before the room was alighted by red and blue spotlights above the stage, which spun around erratically until they all settled on the black curtains below them. The sapiens paused once more, but then their confused muttering turned into excited shouting as a lone performer pushed through the curtains and took to the stage with dramatic flair, his white coat and two-toned silver hair glowing brilliantly in the ultraviolet lights that were now shining down on him as well.

Gilver clicked his tongue, glaring at the young man—a member of Makai’s aristocracy—as he sauntered over to the microphone stand at the edge of the stage and took hold of it in one of his bare hands; it was not yet time for the show to begin, the guest of honor had not yet arrived, but it seemed that Lord Gideon’s patience had finally run out. As his confident, seductive voice filled the air, Gilver felt the White Rabbit tense behind him, prompting him to tilt his head back and look up at his partner; his eyes were locked onto the handsome Devil, just as bewitched by his singing as all the others.

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PhantomWolf64 @phantomwolf64.bsky.social · 20/09/2026

Some WIP Pics + Original Post: bsky.app/profile/phan...

Original version made in pencil and pen.

WIP Pic 1: eyes, quills, and base color for the white fur and brown harness.

WIP Pic 2: new muzzle and ears, plus blood added to it.

WIP Pic 3: outline, ears, blended colors, and other details.

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PhantomWolf64 @phantomwolf64.bsky.social · 20/09/2026

I got a new art program a few weeks ago and I decided to test it out on that DmC Rage-inspired demon drawing I made last month. I abandoned all hope of making it look like said demon and just went with vibes; however, I like this version more than the last one, so yay! — #Digitalart #Darkart #Demon

Digital artwork of a demonic creature with long limbs, a long tail, large clawed hands and feet, white fur with glowing white quills on its back, wearing a harness on its chest, and bloody wounds on its arm, ribcage, and legs. It is covered in blood and is in a running-like pose on its hind legs, and has a ghostly red quills and aura surrounding its thin body.

The Background is black and red, and is smeared and spattered with blood.

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PhantomWolf64 @phantomwolf64.bsky.social · 19/09/2026

Aw, I missed a few too many days to play catch up now, so I guess I'll just make up for it with some smut; it was either that, or body horror, lol. — This time, a young man with medical issues proves that anything can be used as a sex toy if you're creative enough. ;) — CW: NSFW. — #WIPSnips #Fanfic

While Gilver did that, the White Rabbit removed his gloves and popped open a familiar bottle, applying some of its contents onto the feeding tubes before he walked back over to him, standing in front of Gilver and between the foot of the bed. With a smirk on his scarred face, he reached his free hand out towards him and grabbed one of his green sleeves, pulling his arm upward until he could lay the plastic tubes gently in the palm of his hand—Gilver’s full attention darted back to his partner when he felt the cold and slick wetness of lubricant on his bare fingers as they curled around them.

“I need to swallow something in order to get these tubes down the right pipe, after all,” the White Rabbit said, his voice dropping like his knees did onto the wooden floor, his hand releasing the sleeve of his business suit before it moved downward to his green trousers instead—Gilver didn’t object as he lowered his head, watching as the fingers of that marked hand stroked him through the material for a moment before they took hold of the zipper and pulled it down faster than he had pulled it up just minutes ago; so much for getting dressed, he thought in wry amusement.

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PhantomWolf64 @phantomwolf64.bsky.social · 17/09/2026

A whole minute of maligator snippy-snappies! 🐊 My dog loves playing with the garden hose, but it's a dangerous game (the leash is for everyone's safety); the harder the water, the harder she bites and lunges, but with a gentle spray, she just does the cutest snaps at it. 🥰 — #BelgianMalinois #Dogs

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PhantomWolf64 @phantomwolf64.bsky.social · 15/09/2026

Okay, time is a major theme in my TR&TH series, especially months as a lot of serious events happen within the span of one year, and this snippet happens to be one of them. — This time, a young man meets his partner's son, who is living proof of his betrayal. — CW: Infidelity. — #WIPSnips #Fanfic

The White Rabbit didn’t say a word as he reached out his hand and gently ran a fingertip through the infant’s soft hair, which was as silver as the moonlight that was shining through the nearby window, gently easing the child awake so he could get a look at what he already knew he would see. Nonetheless, he still inhaled sharply, his throat tightening along with his chest when those tiny eyes opened up, revealing a familiar color that he had hoped was any other.

Nine months, that’s how long it had been since he was the one lying in a moonlit bed just like this one, except he hadn’t been sleeping like a baby. No, he had been tossing and turning, whimpering and writhing in pain from injuries not yet fully healed, and frustrated at his impatient partner for having the nerve to paw at him during such a sensitive time. Just nine months since he had kicked that selfish bastard out of his bed, only to find him beneath the sheets of another before dawn, and now here was another bastard, who was the spitting image of its father.

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PhantomWolf64 @phantomwolf64.bsky.social · 14/09/2026

Okay, I'm going with ✨️vibes✨️ today, and with a snippet involving one of my favorite baddies; I've been having so much fun with this shapeshifting guy. — This time in my TR&TH series, a young boy with a flair for the dramatic tries to protect his friend by taunting an angry demon. — #WIPSnips #Fanfic

At that moment, Alexander realized that he needed to draw his attention—his ire—toward him, and him alone. With every tick of those claws on the cobblestones, his mind raced from one idea to another until he remembered a line from his favorite book, and recited it loudly with much as scorn and dramatic flair as he could manage with the fear coursing through his small body: “Ugh, my family’s always hated cats: nasty, low, vulgar things!”

Shadow paused, bristling at that taunt as he turned his crimson eyes away from the smaller boy, locking onto him instead of Vergil; his long tail swishing from side-to-side while the black flames between his shoulders flared up as if his hackles were raised, which was exactly what Alexander was hoping for. The ticking resumed as the big cat turned away from his friend before that sound was drowned out by a fearsome screech as Shadow leaped toward him instead, his saber-like teeth bared in a snarl and his black claws neatly spread.

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PhantomWolf64 @phantomwolf64.bsky.social · 13/09/2026

Oops, I thought I posted this one the other day, but apparently not as I just found it in my drafts. 😅 — This time in my Echo AU, someone did NOT make a good first impression on the MC, and is about to pay the price for it in their second encounter. — CW: Prejudice, Hypocrisy. — #WIPSnips #Fanfic

A low growl slipped out of his throat as he looked over his tensed shoulder at another uninvited guest: the White Rabbit—as it had the nerve to name itself without their king’s permission—was a new face in town, whom he had swiftly tracked down and censused not long ago after it had crawled out of whatever nest its nameless parents must have built in the Earth realm. And yet, despite that, it had been welcomed with open arms by everyone except himself, just like that insane buffoon who appeared years ago; the other makaians, Demons and Devils alike, were charmed by its silver tongue, but all Vergil could see was the venom dripping off of its sharp teeth that were far from rabbit-like.

And now, that trickster was standing just a few feet away; those teeth bared like a Cheshire Cat as it looked down upon him as if it thought that it was better than him, just like all the other weak Demons did because he was the son of Sparda instead of another powerful Devil. Vergil adjusted his grip on Yamato, turning the blade away from himself as he held it in a death grip within his right hand and braced his left hand on the icy ground; every muscle in his body coiling like a spring as he glared at the White Rabbit and exhaled a deep breath as a louder growl, wordlessly daring it to take another step closer to him.

It took that step.

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PhantomWolf64 @phantomwolf64.bsky.social · 12/09/2026

QTP with your most anticipated upcoming games! (don't have to be something with a confirmed release date)

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PhantomWolf64 @phantomwolf64.bsky.social · 11/09/2026

Post a witch 🧙‍♀️🔮🐈‍⬛️

A photograph of the graphic novel DmC Devil May Cry: The Chronicles of Vergil by Izu | Pion. That information is written in white letters at top of the photo.

It shows the female character Kat in a dynamic pose with blue spirit energy around her hands and floating in mid-air. She is wearing a grayish-colored hooded jacket and shorts, a white shirt, white socks, and brown boots. The background is hellish red space with dark rocks floating around her, some of which are crumbling apart.

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PhantomWolf64 @phantomwolf64.bsky.social · 10/09/2026

Aside from my other hobbies, I do like to bake and cook 'fancy' stuff too; I used to do that a lot in my younger years until my health issues made it too much of a hassle to do as often. However, I was feeling up to doing it tonight, so I made some roasted salmon/mixed vegetables/baked potato. 😋🍽☕️

A well-lit photograph of a multi-colored ceramic plate with freshly cooked food on it, which is a neat arrangement of roasted salmon, carrots, broccoli, bell peppers, and onions, plus a baked potato. The plate is sitting on top the dark burners of a white stove.

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PhantomWolf64 @phantomwolf64.bsky.social · 07/09/2026

QTP with a game you're currently playing. In Stars and Time.

A black and white screenshot of the title screen in the game In Stars and Time, which has the title written on the right side in black letters and encircled by sparkles and Roman numbers like the face of a clock.

Below the title is a black box, with four selectable options inside it that are written in white letters. They are, from top to bottom: New Game, Continue, Options, and Quit.

On the left side is the main cartoon-style character laying on his back on a light gray background. He has medium length, messy black and white hair under a pointy white and gray hat, a black eyepatch over his left eye, and is wearing a white robe with two safety pins or some kind of clasp on the front of it. His expression is sort of sleepy and/or somber.

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PhantomWolf64 @phantomwolf64.bsky.social · 06/09/2026

Mine do too, so I had a lot of options for this one, but since I just posted a pic of Gideon, I figured I'd choose one of his lines. — This time, two young men are seduced by an arrogant demon, who can enchant humans with his voice. — CW: Implied Sexual Content, Dubious Consent. — #WIPSnips #Fanfic

“Worship and praise my soul~” Those enchanting lyrics flowed from Gideon’s lips like honey, followed by a sigh that was captured by the microphone as he looked down at the two men kneeling in front of him, both of whom were doing just that with their own; their bewitched eyes staring up at him as if he had already become their new king. He smirked as he lowered his free hand, running his bare fingers over a scarred face before he moved them over to another head whose short hair matched the color of his polished nails.

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PhantomWolf64 @phantomwolf64.bsky.social · 06/09/2026

Drop something SILVER 🥈💍🩶 (There's no gifs of Gideon yet, so have a pic instead!)

A screenshot of Gideon from the live-action stage play/musical Devil May Cry: The Live Hacker.

Siting in a fancy red and gold, throne-like chair is a young, handsome Asian man with silver and black hair, wearing an elaborate white coat with gold and silver accents, a white netted shirt layered over another white shirt, a silver gun harness over his chest, and white pants with torn knees. Also, he is wearing black eyeshadow + eyeliner, and silver nail polish.

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PhantomWolf64 @phantomwolf64.bsky.social · 05/09/2026

Okay, here's part of a random scene; seriously, I don't know yet what part of my TR&TH series this scene takes place in, I just know it happens at some point. — This time, a man is awakened in the middle of the night by his life support device acting up. — CW: Blood, Body Horror. — #WIPSnips #Fanfic

The White Rabbit’s eyes cracked open, confusion clouding his mind as he looked around the room that was still lit by the bedside lamp he had forgotten to turn off; the only thing he found was Vergil laying behind him, snoring softly in his sleep, just as he had likely been doing as well if his sore throat was any indication. However, that noise hadn’t been what had awakened him, so what was it? He silently wondered as he frowned until that question was answered by a flare of pain within his chest, burning him from the inside out.

His eyes widened as he clutched a hand to his chest and used his other to push himself up onto his elbow, barely managing to lean over the edge of the bed in time as nausea followed; a sharp noise that he couldn’t deny was a whine escaped from his lips as he coughed, along with something else that run down his chin and dripped onto the wooden floor.

Blood.

He realized grimly yet unsurprised as he panted for air and felt more of it leak from his mouth, making the puddle a little bit larger with every drop that fell. Within him, he felt the burning continue while his stomach churned and his lungs begged for help; the blood was overflowing from his device, he realized as he felt the tubes rattle inside him with every pump that was too strong for what had been a peaceful moment in which his damaged heart was allowed to rest.

The White Rabbit lifted a shaky hand to the dial on his life support device, turning the dial on it and closing the main valve nearly all the way, slowing the flow of blood throughout his body. After a moment in which he cleared his lungs, and the burning and nausea faded to a manageable amount, the White Rabbit let out a shuddered breath of relief as he collapsed onto the bed, this time on his aching back as he stared up at the ceiling through half-lidded eyes.

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PhantomWolf64 @phantomwolf64.bsky.social · 05/09/2026

Oops, I got carried away with revising this story the other day, and ended up forgetting to post a snippet of it, so here it is now; better late than never, right? — In this one, a young man with chronic pain is gifted a magical stone as an act of care from his reserved partner. — #WIPSnips #Fanfic

Green light entered his field of vision as he saw a gloved hand place a large, star-shaped stone next to the puddle of black ink that had leaked from the broken pen and was now seeping into some of his paperwork. The White Rabbit didn’t look at Vergil as that hand was pulled back out of sight, leaving the vital star behind like a pebble in a nest. The White Rabbit resisted the urge to snatch it up lest he seemed too desperate; instead, he endure the pain for another moment as he sat down the pen before he slowly picked it up and pressed it against his lips, holding it against them until the color drained from the stone and it crumbled away to dusk in his ink-strained hand.

“Thank you,” the White Rabbit muttered in Makaian as he lowered his hand and started at the mess on it instead of at his partner, the pain having faded away to an dull ache that was much more tolerable—it was only a temporary reprieve, mere hours with a vital star of this size, but it was better than nothing. His weary eyes rose to the vial and syringe on the bench, hoping that formula would prove more effective at numbing the pain than these hard-to-find and expensive Makaian stones did.

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PhantomWolf64 @phantomwolf64.bsky.social · 01/09/2026

Okay, I had two options for this word, but I'm pretty sure I'd already posted the other one as part of a different snip, so here's the new one. — A young man makes himself at home and thinks of food while his exasperated partner deals with one of their henchmen via a phone call. — #WIPSnips #Fanfic

After noticing with pleasant surprise that were no new faces on the blue walls, Vergil took his preferred spot among his partner’s beloved clocks, sitting in one of the two yellow chairs around the table. Helping himself to the kettle of tea on it while he quietly observed the White Rabbit from afar and continued listening to his heated conversation with mild amusement for it wasn’t his fire to put out this time.

“What lesson did we learn the hard way right now, hmm? Yes, that’s right: Very ouchy, so no touchy!” the White Rabbit said sternly to the idiot on the other side of the phone, a sardonic laugh slipping out of his lips that sounded more than a little bit stressed while he resumed his pacing in the other room. As he did so, his other hand moved upward from temples to hair, his fingers running through the grassy locks until they reached the base of his scarred neck; pulling and tugging on them, much like the wild rabbits used to do to the carrots in his mother’s garden until they were caught and joined their favorite snack in the crockpot.

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PhantomWolf64 @phantomwolf64.bsky.social · 30/08/2026

I drafted a new chapter the other day, and coincidentally, I used this word in it because I'm a Critical Role fan, so I like to add little references to it in my stories whenever I can: "Time is a weird soup". — A young man thinks about time while talking to his childhood friend. — #WIPSnips #Fanfic

However, after a while, his voice got lower and lower until it faded away along with his excitement, and then he sighed as he looked over at his friends name on the steel marker, trying to remember his voice along with his face; both now blurred by time and countless tears. How many years had passed since he last saw him? Alexander wasn’t sure for time was like a strange soup in Makai; he just knew that unlike his friend and sister who never got to grow up, he wasn’t a boy anymore, but a man nearing two decades of life.

“I wish you were still here in Wonderland with me instead of Neverland,” Alexander muttered as he looked back over at the village he called home, along with all the strange and wonderful people who lived in it; it wasn’t perfect, but it was better than the two homes—one neglectful, one abusive—he had lived in previously. He paused for a moment, as if waiting for another miracle like the one he had experienced as a hopeless child, but of course, no reply reached his ears, and so he sighed once more as he ran a marked hand through his long hair.

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PhantomWolf64 @phantomwolf64.bsky.social · 28/08/2026

Okay, this one inspired me to revisit an old scene that I've been meaning to rewrite for a long time now, so I was able to work 'snuggled' into it. — A young half-demon boy finds comfort in the arms of his new friend, unaware of how important this moment is for the both of them. — #WIPSnips #Fanfic

Much like he used to do with Dante before they each got a new bed of their own, Vergil snuggled up against the other boy, who didn’t protest as he wrapped his arms around him and buried his face into his neck and soft green hair. He took a deep breath, holding it as he committed his scent to memory just as he did with everyone who he liked very much; his mommy, his little brother, and now, his new friend. For the first time in days, Vergil felt the big emotions inside his heart get a little bit smaller as he sighed and closed his eyes, soon drifting off to the sound of Alexander’s calming voice as he rabbited on about something or another.

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PhantomWolf64 @phantomwolf64.bsky.social · 26/08/2026

I'm running a bit late, but I couldn't resist doing this one as I tend to give the characters plenty of things to panic about in my stories. Although, I'm going with 'Terror' + ✨️vibes✨️ for this snippet. — A young boy has a valid reason to be afraid of the dark. — TW: Child Harm. — #WIPSnips #Fanfic

‘VEEERRRGILLL!’

His wide eyes darted around the tent as the calls got louder, making his head pound like a bad headache, and then he froze when he saw something on the walls; the once still shadows were now shifting around on them like black clouds in isolation, revealing an unholy trinity of faces surrounding him, taunting him with his name in combination.

One face was too distorted for him to make out the details of it, oozing and bubbling like black ink in one of his mommy’s cooking pots. One face was hidden by a fancy mask that reminded him of a weird bird the likes of which he’d never seen in any of the books he had read. And the last face was a familiar one that still haunted him with its red eyes and a polite smile that grew wider until he saw saber-like teeth, which he remembered the sharp feeling of when they had sunk into his neck and stolen away his breath.

They did so once again as Vergil released his breath as a scream, backing away from the faces watching him as his instincts screamed at him as well, urging him to run away just as they had done when he saw that fire demon outside the window. As he turned and bolted toward the entrance of the tent—the only wall without a face on it—he felt something crunch beneath his foot and nearly lost his balance in the thick and wet stuff that had gushed out of it.

“Vergil!”

He heard another voice call out his name, which only added fuel to the terror coursing through his body as he stumbled out of the tent, paying little heed to the blue lightning crackling above him as he ran away as fast as his small legs could go, his feet pounding on the rocky ground as hard as his heart pounded within his tight chest, along a path unclear as his eyes were filled with tears.

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PhantomWolf64 @phantomwolf64.bsky.social · 26/08/2026

I went to Walmart this morning, and look who I found there! My favorite #Pokemon, #Umbreon! 🖤😁🖤 It was the only one they had too, so I couldn't resist grabbing it. I was also tempted to grab an Arcanine plushie as well, but alas, I can't afford to be too impulsive right now, lol.

A brightly lit indoor photograph of an Umbreon vinyl figure from Pokémon, which is a fantasy creature with a cat-like body, fox-like tail, and rabbit-like ears. It mostly colored black with a four yellow circles on its tail, hind and front legs, and forehead. Also, its eyes are black irises with red sclera.

It is in a sitting position atop a small black sketchbook with gold rings and a mechanical pencil, and is looking towards the right side of the photo. The background is a off-white wall with a few shadows on it.

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PhantomWolf64 @phantomwolf64.bsky.social · 24/08/2026

The news about discs reminded me that I'm missing some physical games in my collections, so I decided to fix that, starting with #DevilMayCry I didn't have HDC or DMC5 until now, and I figured that I might as well take some pics while I had them all out. Also, I have them all + more digitally too.😁

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PhantomWolf64 @phantomwolf64.bsky.social · 22/08/2026

I'm not in the mood to say much about this one, other than it's from my Echo oneshot instead of my TR&TH series. — After seeing a ghost of his brother, a young half-demon is reminded of his father when he catches a whiff of his scent in his blood. — TW: Self-harm, blood. — #WIPSnips #Fanfic

“Dante...” he muttered as he ran his fingers over the blade, those blue-green eyes disappearing beneath a layer of fresh blood as it sliced open his skin, which healed as he pulled that bloody hand away from it and clenched it into a fist; now, his own eyes glared at the blood—his blood—as he took a deep, shuddered breath; the rancid stench of betrayal filling his lungs as he breathed in the scent of his father, a strange bitterness mixed in with the familiar sweetness of his mother's scent that he had never noticed, not until it was pointed out to him by everyone who had known Sparda before he had betrayed them all.

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PhantomWolf64 @phantomwolf64.bsky.social · 22/08/2026

That last fanart I reposted inspired me to check out the game In Stars and Time. Luckily, even my cheap laptop is able to play it, and I've been enjoying it so far. I love time loops, the characters are funny, and it's apparently going to deal with mental health too, which is always a plus for me.

A black and white screenshot from the game "In Stars and Time".

It shows the main cartoon-style character floating in a black abyss, with shaded copies of himself spreading out on both sides of him until they fade away into the blackness. His head is tilted backward, he has medium length hair under a pointy hat, an eyepatch over his left eye, and is wearing a robe that only show his stick-figured legs and feet.

Below him in the center of the screen, written in white letters, are the words: (You died.)

And below that are two options in white letters, which are: Start Over and Quit.

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