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w0efulboopsoul · 7 months
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If this gets likes, I'll add more Silvatons AND a whole assed family tree between the three factions of the blood feud.
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Okay, I’m really going to try and get back into doing the daily @wolfstarmicrofic because I miss it so much. So new week - new prompts. Today it’s bath. Let’s have some First War Angst.
The fireplace roars to life, green flames exploding and Sirius starts so violently he drops the cigarette that had been dangling between his fingers. He’s on his feet in no time, dropping his fag into the ashtray without stubbing it out, catching Remus with an arm around the waist as he staggers forward.
”Got you, Moons,” he mumbles, his chest tightening with worry as he takes in his boyfriend’s paleness, the muck streaking his face, the specks of dirt and what looks like blood staining his clothes. ”C’mon then,” he continues even as Remus doesn’t reply, slowly guiding him straight towards the bathroom. 
Remus had been gone a month, spending two full moons and the time between with a pack somewhere that Dumbledore had refused to tell Sirius. It wasn’t the first time, but Sirius never found it got any easier. He tried to keep himself busy so that he wouldn’t worry too much, spending as much time as possible with Prongs, Lily and Peter. It never really worked.
He steers Remus to sit down on the loo while he fills the tub up with the help of his wand. He slowly strips Moony of his clothes, carefully checking him over for new cuts and bruises, healing what he finds, before helping him into the bath. 
Moony still hasn’t said a word, his eyes sliding shut as Sirius starts cleaning him. He washes Remus’ hair carefully, fingers sliding through curls, massaging his scalp gently before slipping his hands lower, rubbing carefully at the grime. 
They don’t speak much that evening. Sirius puts Moony to bed after their bath, bringing him some tea but by the time he comes back to the bedroom the other man is already fast asleep. Sirius sets the cup down on the bedside table before climbing into bed next to him, curling his body around Remus’ as much as he can without hurting him. 
He presses his nose against the crook of Remus’ neck, finally feeling something unlock inside of him. His soft and warm body, the familiar scent, and Sirius finally allows himself to believe that Remus is home.
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bitchyfog · 2 years
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skipppppy · 8 months
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I’ve been frantically watching all of Adventure Time to prep for Fionna and Cake and it got me thinking. I love how expansive the worldbuilding is. I also love that one artist who genuinely had me believing Finn was gay dating some catboy for a solid 6 months. I think to celebrate the new show a bunch of us should make our own Princess OCs and Goncharov them into the show. Like pretend they were always there. Let’s discuss their imaginary episodes and themes and motifs and whatever
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So anyway here are my lesbians they always existed in the show they debuted in season 3 when Marceline went to that recreational fight club. Remember that episode?? Man it was wild
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hollymacycomic · 3 months
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Holly & Macy and Everyone Else
Chapter 4: Page 47
Start at the Beginning | About the comic | Tip-jar 
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Holly & Macy will update twice this week. Check back on Saturday for page 48.
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ovium-sheep · 19 days
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Crusts. I think I hate it here 🙏🙏😭
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Werewolf djyler family save me..... (bonus puppy damien!)
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mikazureart · 5 months
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Werewolf Jake
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jesterjaxx · 5 days
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My side of the art trade with @lycanpunk666 !!!! I love his monster au with werewolf duncan and oc David <3<3
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inficetegodwottery · 9 months
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So. Werewolf 5th Edition.
Werewolf 5th edition sucks. A lot.
Edit- I made some errors in my initial edit of this post that were fuelled entirely by being underinformed and almost insensible with anger, disappointment, and anxiety.
Some very informative responses have been made that I intend to incorporate into a much better and less rambling post with those updates and corrections. I'll probably delete this one soon as I type that one together, so folks only see the updated version.
Sorry for any mistakes I made on this old version, again, I was in an extremely poor place mentally and thoroughly dispirited by the total butchering of what was supposed to be a less shitty and mean-spirited version of a setting I care deeply for despite its foundational flaws and 30+ year history of exactly this thing happening.
I'm still very, very angry. But it's important to be angry and correct. This post was not made by someone informed of all the facts, and I intend to correct that.
Paradox Interactive has made the brave decision to reboot the controversial Werewolf the Apocalypse setting entirely rather than try and fix it, and have somehow done a worse job than the games studio that released an RPG book titled an ethnic slur.
It's taken me almost a month since this came out to be anywhere near mentally prepared enough to even collect my thoughts on it.
Man, it is rare to see an edition of ANYTHING that pisses off old players, new players, players who want to keep the lore the same, players who want to change the lore, conservative players, radical players, and even powergamers.
How do you set out with the intention of making an infamously dated and poorly researched/outreached setting LESS uncomfortable and racist from a modern perspective.... and end up with something EVEN MORE racist and uncomfortable, but also suffocatingly tonedeaf, insincere, and deeply sinister and corporate in its erasure of existing issues rather than addressing them whatsoever.
We made the Get of Fenris irredeemably evil because some of them in the past were nazis and also nazis like Germanic mythology, so the viking werewolves are all nazis now.
Okay, I understand why you did that from a modern political perspective even if its kind of heavy hand-
The Native American werewolf tribes have been removed entirely and replaced with American Murican werewolf tribes. Renaming and rewriting them to be more respectful was just too much work! Now they're more inclusive. :)
The Irish werewolf tribe is now the Nature Werewolves tribe, like every other tribe of Werewolves also is, but also stripped completely of celtic origins.
The Red Talons are openly genocidal ecofascist malthusians and somehow NOT IRREDEEMABLY EVIL like the Get of Fenris are.
Also the feminist all women werewolves are no longer all women or even feminist. AND ALSO SOME OF THEM ARE SOCIAL DARWINISTS AND THATS SUPPOSED TO BE A GOOD THING!?!
Also we entirely dropped the themes about how forcing children to be a part of a war they barely understand while also lying to them about the crimes their ancestors committed that led to the current crisis is fucked up and evil.
Now its actually awesome to be a child soldier born into a repressive apocalyptic death cult with a siege mentality and everything is cool about that actually, you're the Good Guys, and no amount of covered-up historic genocides or internal/external bigotry will ever change that! :)
Also we solved the way people were uncomfortable with the idea that werewolf society is transitioning messily from being horrible ableist assholes that discriminated for centuries against those they view as deformed, disabled, or sexual deviants to new generations that don't care about that stuff, by removing disabled werewolves entirely! Problem solved! No more discomfort or moral conundrums! We are the liberal-est!
There's just something so unbelievably fucked up and suspicious about erasing entire minorities from a fictional universe because they were handled poorly in the first edition, rather than talking to writers and outreach specialists FROM the real world equivalents to those minorities to try and rewrite them.
Don't worry, we removed the group the setting was bigoted against! Problem solved! Just remove the minority!
I've written my own post on why the Metis/Crinos-born should be renamed and probably rewritten, but as a severely disabled individual with multiple hereditary disabilities that severely impact my QoL, outright removing disabled characters in a work of fiction because the prejudice other characters showed them in-universe made people uncomfortable makes me want to tear out someone's throat with my teeth.
Sure, completely remove my ability to play disabled a character fighting back against prejudice and bigotry, rather than rewrite the most uncomfortable aspects of YOUR FUCKING PORTRAYAL OF THOSE CHARACTERS to make it more clear who the sympathetic one is supposed to be.
It's just so unbelievably cowardly and whinging and wretched.
So fuck it, I guess!
Fuck the deeply applicable themes of being born into a well-intentioned but deeply flawed and bigoted society, and trying to create the better world your parents always told you your ancestors fought for, while dealing with the fact that your world is built on mass graves those ancestors helped fill.
Fuck a game that deals with intergenerational trauma and the ethical hellscape that is a highly religious society devoted to the very same ideals it often violates just to win fights against the enemies it created through its own arrogance and prejudice.
Fuck a game that lets you play someone born different, born strange and sickly, bouncing constantly between people who pity you and people who view you as subhuman, before finally finding the people, the family who love and accept and fight alongside you for a world that has never accepted you, but WILL FUCKING KNOW YOUR NAME.
That's not relevant to the real world at all!
There are no kids born in deeply flawed and hypocritical societies, who grew up on stories of the glorious future their society would create, forced then to reconcile the hopeful dreams of a better world with the comprehensive list of horrific things done in the name of that future.
There are no children born confused and alone in their navigation of the maze that is past atrocities, ethnic conflicts, religious prejudice and dogma, or modern propaganda attempting to erase the histories of all of those things.
There are no disabled teens who spent their lives believing they didn't belong in the world, kept going only by the connections they forged with other outsiders and people who fought back against the kind of wretched bigotry that suffocates children to death, who found homes and families they could trust outside the pissant communities they were born into.
Apparently those people don't need a game! They don't need to explore those feelings!
Just throw some more nazis in, so we can pretend we care about social issues or understand the redeeming threads of a deeply flawed gameline, ostensibly so we market it to leftist youngsters, but while we also erase the entire point of a game WHICH IS ALL ABOUT BEING PUNKASS YOUNGSTERS DESPERATELY TRYING TO FIND THE REDEEMING THREADS OF A DEEPLY FLAWED AND PREJUDICED SOCIETY THAT CONSTRAINS THEM, FINDING A WAY TO REBEL AGAINST BOTH THE EVILS OF THE RACIST BASTARDS WHO RAISED THEM AND THE POMPOUS SHITHEADS WHO WANT TO DESTROY THE WORLD OUT OF GREED.
No! We want a squeaky clean, sterile white game that AmericanTM parents can be proud of their kids for playing! A marketable game, that advertisers will gladly pay Revenue to put their products in! Play the good guys, everyone! You're the good guys! Be a big werewolf UwU!
Don't worry about historical atrocities or the flaws of the society that raised you! That's Pentex propaganda!
Fighting bad guys means you can't do anything bad yourself! The Emperor told me so! Deus Gaia Vult!
A hollow, performative, offensive jizzstain that should've been scrapped in its crib. I have no idea how this edition got past a quality assurance team.
Hell I have no idea how it got past a legal team, given the number of real peoples' likenesses they used without permission.
Devoid of artistic integrity or merit.
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okletsgetnuts · 6 months
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palilious · 3 months
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Carson Pack Kids
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mangoisgay · 6 months
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Happy (late) Halloween yall!! Take this Vampire Alejandro and werewolf Tyler!
@emkvpp for the Tyler design!!
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zefiduu · 6 months
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writing-whump · 18 days
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Feverish cuddles
Just a fluffy thing with feverish Seline and the boys.
The door opened and closed with a thud way too loud for Seline's ears.
She wasn't sure what was wrong. Just that she felt like when she had low sugar after coffee or something super sweet - she was shaky, vaguely nauseous and brittle. But eating didn't help, in fact, the baguette she got herself on the way was sitting all weird in her stomach.
Too greasy. She already hated thinking about her, and it was just a half an hour ago.
The living room alight despite the late evening darkness.
Matthew was sprawled laying on the couch, taking every centerimeter of it while reading a book.
"You are still at it?"
Matthew grunted, not even looking up.
Seline hadn't expected him to be such a bookworm. He liked boxing and working out and looking at his muscled arms and abs in the mirror when he thought no one was looking. He was the towering kind of tough guy one could mistake for a bodyguard, with a perpetual frown and he was proud of it.
So how he could grab a book and spend three days unresponsive by reading it was a real surprise.
A wave of affection at the sight had her letting go of her back and wiggling out of her shoes and coat half-heartedly. She didn't have the energy to be neat or to go all the way upstairs to her room to change clothes.
Seline shuffled to the couch, leaning her knees against the edge.
It took a few long seconds of staring unmovingly for Matt to look up. "What?!"
"Move," she said with a grin.
"Huh?"
She rolled her eyes and then simply flopped right in top of him.
Matthew's breath caught as he moved his hands and book out of the way. Seline sprawled across his chest and waist, laying on top of him, side of her face pressed against his collar bone. "You can't have the couch all for yourself," she chided.
She felt Matthew's deep sigh under her ear, whole chest moving up and down. "You could have said something. I can expand the couch-"
"Nah, this is fine."
Matthew scoffed. "Yeah, for you maybe."
When she didn't move, he raised himself up with her on top, letting her flip backwards against the other end. He was mumbling something in that complaining voice of his that Seline knew was harmless at this point as he expanded the couch to the size of a twin bed.
He lied back down on it on his back, only to splatter for air like a cat, when she glued herself to his side again.
"You have space. Roll over there."
"Noooo. You are warm." She knew it sounded whiny and she didn't care. Her hands and feet were freezing, everything was uncomfortable and her bones weighed her down. No way she was giving up on any comfort in vicinity.
She threw her hand over his waist and when he grumbled but didn't move away, relaxed. When she closed her eyes, the world didn't spin as much anymore.
Her back was still cold, only her front warmed by Matthew's incredible body heat. She let her hand slide to Matthew's stomach, finding the rim of his shirt and going under it to naked skin.
That had him shooting up in panic. "Oww! That's cold! What are you doing?!"
Her lips curled, her blue eyes wide and glassy, blinking innocently.
Matthew growled something. "When is your boyfriend coming home? Go freeze him."
But he settled back down, which she took as permission to plant both of her hands under his shirt, warmth immediately spreading all over her.
Matthew's arm came sneaking around her back, letting him lie on his shoulder, his strong arm around her. Tugging her closer while he lifted the book with his other hand to continue reading.
Seline wasn't sure if she shouldn't be offended he wasn't paying her more attention...but he was warm and comfy. She slid her hands over his stomach, flat and warm and toned, breathing out. If he found it weird, he didn't comment.
She must have drifted off to sleep, cause the next thing she knew was Isaiah kneeling next to her on the sofa.
"Hey, what's wrong with her? Did something happen?" Isaiah stoked the top of her head.
"I don't know. Didn't say. She came, attacked me and didn't move since."
Isaiah chuckled. "Oh, yes, you such a helpless victim of her attack."
He cupped the side of her face and she groaned slightly.
"This is strange. She is always so chipper and happy, when she comes back from work." He threaded his hand through her hair.
"Take her. She is overheating me," Matthew said, turning another page.
She felt Isaiah's cold lips on the side of her forehead, making a happy little noise. He didn't move for a while though.
"Yep, she's got a fever."
Ah, that was it, then.
"Sel, would you like some water? Thermometer? Paralen?" Isaiah offered.
Seline didn't open her eyes, her eyelids were too heavy. But she knew what she wanted, turning around to reach for him.
Isaiah smiled. "Baby, come on. I'll get you to bed."
"No. Stay." A shiver run down her spine. She loved it when he called her that.
"I'll be right back," he said, amused and soft and concerned all at once. How could someone say Isaiah was unfeeling? She could hear so many things in his voice.
Isaish left, which elicted a whine out of her.
Matthew all but fumed next to her at the discomfort. "Geez, he just went to hang his precious suit. Get a grip."
Seline hugged herself tightly, cold now without Matt's arm around her. "Don't be mean. I have a fever."
She could tell he rolled his eyes, shifting on the bed all annoyed, but he put the back of his hand gently to her cheek after. "Just a little. Don't be so dramatic."
Then he got up to get a blanket from the other corner of the couch, draping it over her.
Isaiah came soon after, sliding under the blanket beside her.
Seline wrapped herself around him immediately. He was warm, smelled of coffee, chocolate and coconut and let her press her face against his neck.
Isaiah rubbed the top of her back, between her shoulders, the other hand hooked in her hair at the back of her head.
Matthew turned on his side, towards them, the book rustling in his grip. But he was closer now, his stomach and chest against her back.
Seline was basically sandwiched between them both, warm from all directions. The little discomfort of the fever and shakiness was still there, but the tension melted away, her chest filling up with warm fuzziness.
She sighed contendly.
@bellysoupset
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totaltism · 6 months
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Been brainstorming a monster au recently so have werewolf scott and vampire manitoba bcs scottitoba comes first in my brain
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