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fantasykiri5 · 9 months
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Woah! It’s them! The glowing duo!
The other day I was violently struck with the urge to draw Ran as a werewolf that looks more like a vampire and Aimsey like a vampire that looks more like a werewolf. So I did that.
I love drawing them in vastly different art styles right next to each other, turns out.
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kindheartedgummybears · 3 months
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you wanna know what??
I am
TIRED
of overmasculinized werewolves!!!!
I WANNA SEE A
WEREWOLF
WALKING AROUND IN A CVNTY LITTLE OUTFIT!!! WALKING THE STREETS!!!! DISEMBOWELING CREATURES!!!!
I WANNA SEE WEREWOLVES COVERED IN BLOOD AND GORE WHILE WEARING A SHORT SKIRT AND CROPTOP WITH HELLO KITTY ON IT!!!!
I WANNA SEE A WEREWOLF WALKING AROUND IN COTTAGE AND FAIRY AND PRINCESS CORE OUTFITS!!!!!! WITH A DEAD MANGLED RABBIT IN ITS MOUTH!!!!
AND MAKE THE WEREWOLF
D I S G U S T I N G ! ! !
#i am TIRED of seeing all these manly man werewolves that are all copy and paste white boys#I am TIRED of seeing all these woman werewolves being butch and masculine(also mostly white) or submissive!!!#I WANNA SEE SOME PLUS-SIZE WEREWOLVES I WANNA SEE SOME BLACK ASIAN LATINO MIDDLE EASTERN NON WHITE WEREWOLVES!!!!! THAT ARNT F3TIZIED!!!!!#I WANNA SEE A G I R L WEREWOLF THATS INTO “G I R L Y” THINGS!!!!! LET THE WEREWOLF BE A SLVT!!!!!#LET THE WEREWOLF BE IN THE TRADITIONAL CLOTHING OF ITS CULTURE!!!!#AND RIP AND TEAR AND MAUL AND CRY IN THE MORNING AFTER DOING ALL OF IT!!!! RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#no but fr can we werewolf fans like. actually sit down and reflect on the inherent misogyny of werewolves??? ESPECIALLY IN MEDIA#like. almost EVERY. SINGLE. WEREWOLF. in movies and shows and stuff are always a buff white man with anger and trust issues#and on the rare occasion that there *is* a woman werewolf shes always either over masculine or “weaker” than the “stronger alpha male” were#olf and only seen as a mate. AND shes always “calmer” and “maternal” and “calms the alpha male down🥺🥺”.AND she never has an actually good#werewolf form its always either wolf tail and ears or full wolf. or if it *is* actually a decent werewolf her transformation is offscreen.#like whyyyyyyyyyyyyy are people so scared to make women go ape shit?????? werewolves are NOT pretty creatures!!!! STOP MAKING THEM PRETTY!!#(lmao jk we know why they're so scared hashtag male gaze)#like yes. werewolves ARE pretty but not in the “dog show 30k$ poodle” kind of way i see some people making them(not that that's bad tho)#AND ALSO LIKE. ARE WE JUST GOING TO PRETEND WEREWOLVES LITERALLY WEREN'T MADE FOR WOMEN AND MINORITIES???#like. once a month someone turns into a raging bloodthirsty unstoppable beast driven by the moon and instincts with an insatiable hunger an#need to hide away from people due to them wanting to kill you or fearing you simply because you're a werewolf. they don't know you. they ju#t see you as a creature that might hurt them. constantly being hunted down to be killed simply for existing.#WHAT PART OF THAT SCREAMS: “ah yes. White man.”#IK theres going be people(men and pick mes) that see this post and think “this bitch is overreacting” and tbh idc.the girls who get it get#the girls who dont dont.#anyways shout out to Ginger Snaps trick or treat and every other piece of media or fan piece with disgusting non-f3tiszied woman/poc werewo#i love yall#*smooch smooch*#Werewolves#Werewolf#Lycanthrope#Lycanthropy#Werewolf AU#Yeah. Im tagging that too. I see yall.
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fanfictionroxs · 6 months
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My funniest headcanon is that Emily is soulmates with Leah's ex and Leah is soulmates with Emily's ex. These stupid sisters are exchanging men casually while the pack is going insane with the drama. Also, since Emily had a habit of dating super toxic men/women before finally meeting Sam, Leah's imprint is a straight up monster.
"Leah, you're supposed to be the smart one with the good taste in men! I'm the one who fucks red flags, if you start doing it too our family is doomed!" Emily wails furiously.
"Hey!" Sam frowns offended. "I'm not a red flag!"
"You stalked me and clawed my face, baby. You're a whole ass red carpet," Emily snarks while Leah and Seth fall off their chairs laughing.
Anyway, Emily tries to poison her ex, Leah's imprint ugh, to death everyday because she knows his true self, but Leah is just going heart eyes while her sister and her imprint fight. Some of her two favorite people, rolling around in the mud like unruly pups. Her heart feels full.
"Is that what we were like," Leah asks Sam fondly while he looks on horrified as his girlfriend revs her car to run over an imprint!
"That's against the pack rules, Emily!" Sam sobs.
"FUCK YOUR PACK RULES, SAM! I'M SAVING MY BABY!"
The rest of the pack are confused as to whether they should protect their sister's imprint or cheer for mommy. Seth is cheering and standing on standby in case anyone tries to stop Emily from killing that pos whose trying to steal his sister. Leah is eating popcorn and enjoying the show because no one knows better than her the nature of her imprint. Her wolf warned her on day 1 and she's smarter than her brothers so she controls her besotted mind better. Anyway, it's nice to see his ass kicked... she would rub balm over it later on hehehe
Jacob comes back from wherever the Cullens went off to live because he is dying from jealousy. Blackwater is always endgame for me, but also why shouldn't Leah have a harem? But Jake for sure cannot have Nessie because that's the baby he raised and in this house we don't believe in grooming! Anyway, Jacob comes back crying and snarling at the man that Leah is paying attention to, and he's very confused at all these feelings of extreme homicide towards an imprint. The pack is straight up horrified because how could a wolf ever hate an imprint so much?!
But well, Jake and Leah's wolves have been mates since the beginning of time, and they will be mates till the end of time. It might take them a few years to get there, a bit more than a decade even.. but they will end up together. Until then, Jake keeps his fingers crossed and prays to the ancestor wolves that Emily succeeds in murdering his beloved Leah's 'soulmate'.
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catzgam3rz · 10 months
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I'm literally so conflicted on which Artfight team to choose this year like the Goths or the Furries they both mean so much to me...
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leavingautumn13 · 10 months
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artfight revenge for @rentfreefallout of their character neon!
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stars-and-darkness · 2 months
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useramor · 1 year
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actually. since we’re talking about it (i saw one post) let me just. werewolves man. i know the girls (gn) love a good vampire, the gothic aesthetics, the blood, the eroticism of fangs in ur neck but have u stopped for a moment to consider…….the body hair. the strength. the internal conflict. u wonder at first if you could change them….soothe their angst….but ultimately it will always be their struggle. the feral nature, the way their touch is hungry. they want u in ways vampires cannot fathom. they’re a monster. they’re just a person. they’re tied to their humanity. they’re tired to their wolf. the moonlight, being wrapped up in that glow as their eyes flash, their howl a siren song calling out to you……….also knotting.
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bories · 2 years
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WYATT WEARING GLASSES IS SO HOT HE JUST HE LOOKS GOOD OKAY
AND HIS VOICE WHEN HE TALKS TO ZOEY,, IT MAKES ME SWOON AND IM NOT ASHAMED OF IT
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mako-island-moon-pool · 9 months
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You want to know how bad my memory is?
I was writing last night and I just straight up forgot that Sanji exists. I have been watching this show since 2012, he was my fave Strawhat outside of Luffy pre-TS, and I FORGOT HE EXISTED.
I was like 'hm yes well the ones who would understand are Nami and Robin... W- wasn't there one more I was thinking of a moment ago? Wasn't there another one who'd Get It?????'
'it's not Chopper. Definitely not Usopp. And it's not Zoro. That's all the remaining Strawhats at this point in the story. So... Why am I convinced I'm forgetting someone? Let's go through the arcs in my head agai- OH MY GOD, I FORGOT SANJI'
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#When I tell you my memory is shit... 😭 I used to own a Sanji shirt. What the fuck??#When that post about the memory issues finally leaves my queue#Like I joke about it but this shit can be genuinely terrifying. Like knowing my brain is getting worse. Knowing I'm probably forgetting#Seriously important things and just 'oops I can't remember haha'#It's scary.#I'll never get better because I'll just relive the pain over and over because my brain refuses to remember the help and progress I make#Every day I wake up back at step 1 it's so depressing and scary and horrifying and I hate it#I can never process anything bc I just forget and if I do remember it's like a punch to the chest for the first time every time#And people get SO sick of you after a while. Constantly asking for help. Never remembering anything. They get so annoyed with you.#Anyway. On a lighter note (not actually) I'm trying out a new one-shot :)#Not to speak ill of the 'soon-to-be' dead but Garp was a shit grandfather#So I was like What If Me And Luffy Had The Same Reaction#Because self love starts in recognizing your self through the other god damn it#Even if I finish this idk if I'll post it bc of how personal it is but it has been very cathartic to write#Then again I could just publish it anonymously so my irl friends won't see it. No harm no foul.#I (kid) once pushed my mom (grown adult) out of my room when she caused me to have a meltdown so I could 100% see Luffy doing the same thin#In my defense she had a habit of taunting me and destroying my stuff to punish me after inciting meltdowns and I just wanted to be alone#I was like 7 years old at the time (hell year hell year) so I doubt I actually hurt her. She just looked surprised. I remember that.#Sometimes I wonder why I identify so much with werewolves and then I remember ah yes. The childhood of being treated like a monster.#Like a freak because when people kept pushing your boundaries you'd rather bite than let them do whatever they want to you#Oh boo hoo such a terrible thing for a child to be... Protective of themselves...#ANYWAY. like I said this wasn't going to be much lighter.#I want Luffy to punch the lights out of Garp to protect his friends. Not even in-canon just in this fic#Ik in-canon Garp is a complex guy and loads of fans love him but... Smash eggs make sandwiches know what I'm saying?#Yeah GROOVY
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bitseventimes · 1 year
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wow I love how they clumsily tried to shoehorn in a conversion therapy metaphor and then turned around and said see? she didn't even need the therapy because she turned out to be straight after all!!!
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aecholapis · 10 months
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A great opportunity to procastinate with style
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rambunctioustoons · 10 months
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website is so slow but ayeee officially team werewolf! : D
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zombified-queer · 1 year
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Okay enough fuckin' around. I have fics to upload before I go out of town tomorrow.
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psalacanthea · 1 year
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Let’s be honest the real failure of the Dragon Age series is that they have chosen for 3 games now to not give us a werewolf love interest.
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Whumptober No. 2 - Cornered, Caged, Confrontation
On to day two, with a continuation of the supernatural story started in Whumptober No.1 .
This time, a man comes to in an unfamiliar place...
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Owen woke up in a bedroom that wasn’t his own with no memory of how he got there. This wasn’t the first time such a thing had happened to him, although that was little comfort in the moment.
It was a small room, but tidy. Matching mahogany floors, bureau, and vanity with a spotty mirror. Pink and white patterned wallpaper in a frieze-filling-dado design that gave Owen the impression of being stuck in someone’s small intestines. Matching frilly pink bedspread on a bed that Owen’s feet hung off of. 
A spike of pain drove itself deep into his guts and Owen sat up sharply, kicking up a cloud of dust from his pillow. There was a clarity that came with the pain, pain that had dominated his whole life. 
It had been late afternoon by the time the plane touched down in America. There had been flight delays. An annoyance to some but disaster for Owen as the hours ticked by, bringing moonrise ever closer. Thankfully Monsieur Jacque always took such possibilities into consideration when organizing the cirque’s travel plans so there was still time to prepare, but not enough time to really ease Owen’s mind. He remembered Maman rubbing comforting circles into his back, Adrienne resting her hand reassuringly on his arm without fear for the whole journey. His insides twisting the whole flight, whether from nerves or something more sinister Owen couldn’t say.
The airport had been too much. Too noisy, too many smells, his senses on edge, already heightening. He’d excused himself, asked Raquel to take care of his luggage while he tried to collect himself in the nearest restroom, convince his body to hold it together for just a while longer, that he wouldn’t need to Change for a hours still, that everyone was still safe.
There had been… someone else there. A vibrant orange and gold smell of sun warmed sand and fresh ash. Then pain, a different kind of pain, blooming across the back of his head. Then he was here.
Owen’s hand instinctively felt for the back of his head, searching through his dark curls for anything amiss, but he only found scars that were supposed to be there. 
The bed frame groaned in relief as he got to his feet slowly, head sweeping back and forth. The air smelled… pale yellow. Stale and faintly of dried roses. But there was something else, a sharp red human smell wafting in from under the closed bedroom door. Strong, fresh. Someone must be standing right on the other side.
“Hello?” Owen called out in english. He really didn’t want to consider the possibility that he wasn’t even in America anymore. “Is someone there? Please I- I’m not sure what’s happened…”
Floorboards squeaking, he took a cautious step closer to the door. It was heavy, noticeably heavier compared to the almost doll-like furnishings of the rest of the room. Its knob glimmered a familiar silver in the lamplight.
The hair stood up on the back of Owen’s neck. “Please I have to- I need to leave or something… something very bad is going to happen.”
“Now now, there’s no need to talk in such obscurities.” The voice on the other side of the door was American, feminine and soft, almost quavering in a way that reminded Owen of elderly Mrs. Chi when she instructed him on how to lay out the platform for her granddaughters’ act so that it would catch the spotlight just so. “We call a spade a spade here, and a werewolf a werewolf.”
Something constricted in Owen’s chest, his breath hitching. It felt… unspeakably vulnerable that this person, this stranger, knew and spoke so brazenly about something so deeply personal about himself. Unsettling. Shameful. 
His stomach turned unpleasantly and Owen stumbled, pressing his hand to his abdomen. “Then… then you know I- I have to get out of here. I have to get away from people. I’m not safe…” Owen licked his lips, surprised by the dullness of his teeth. “What time is it? The next full moon isn’t for seven hours but my… my head feels odd…”
“Oh, that would probably be because the full moon is due to rise in…” A pause in which dread leadened Owen’s heart. “Two hours and fifty-seven minutes.”
No. No, it couldn’t be, it couldn’t be, and yet the way his bones ached in anticipation of their new form, the way his scars prickled like seams waiting to be split open, he knew it was true, that the Change was imminent.
“I’m afraid you woke a bit earlier than was desired, but I suppose that’s to be expected,” the voice continued in its soft, bright way. “Very resilient werewolves, even when it’s not the night of a full moon. Add to that your considerable mass and I should be thankful the dose of ketamine worked on you at all.”
“Please,” Owen implored, pressing himself up against the door, the red scent of the stranger filling his nostrils. Saliva followed by disgust filled his mouth and Owen forced himself to swallow. “Please, I don’t know what you want but it won’t be safe for anyone when I- I Change. This door won’t be able to hold it back, the whole house won’t stop it.”
“Ah, and I’m sure you’d like for me to throw the door wide open, wouldn't you,” the voice mused knowingly. “What’s it the Big Bad Wolf said? ‘Little pig, little pig, let me come in’? Yes, Roy and I know all about the kinds of tricks monsters like you use, and we won’t be falling for them, not this time. Why, if she didn’t care about you so much I’d have had the demon plant a sprig of wolfsbane in your eye to be rid of you and do the world a service.” She spoke with relish and Owen jerked back as if she’d struck him through solid wood. “But perhaps once you’ve served your purpose I can have him finish the job… yes, yes I’m sure that can be arranged.”
There was a shuffling sound and the human scent grew fainter, and despite it all Owen threw himself back at the door, pleading as his fist and elbow pounded against the frame. 
“No! No, please, I don’t want to hurt you, I don’t want to hurt anyone! I need to get away from people, don’t you see!”
The voice tittered, and Owen wasn’t sure he’d have heard the reply if his ears had not been sharpened by the proximity of the Change. “Don’t worry, beast. There is no better cage than the one you’re already in.” 
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numbaoneflaya · 2 years
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Jilly explaining the a/b/o universe vs Vince laying there listening to her not allowed to interject 
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