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lycansprites · 2 months
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How much do we love werewolves here?
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Both of their paw-pads are solid, unbroken pieces that span the palm of their hand to their fingerprints. They can leave comically large fingerprints that are unique to their werewolf forms.
Scars are heavily more prominent in werewolf form. This is due to the skin stretching as they grow in size. If the scar is big enough this causes discomfort.
Jason is based off of a Red Wolf purely for self-indulgent reasons (I really love Jason and I really love Red Wolves)
Bruce is based on Labrador Wolves / kinda mishmashed with gray wolves.
Despite being similar in height, Bruce seems to tower over Jason in wolf form due to the sheer volume of his fur. He is FLUFFFYYYY
Jason has a blaze marking on his forehead that's atypical to any wolf species because I wanted a nod to his white streak :]
Are their kneepads uncomfortable? Most definitely. Are they in any state in Beast World to be aware enough to get those off? Nah
They do however tend to lose more pieces of their vigilante costumes the longer they remain in wolf form. This goes for Bruce's cowl, Jason's weaponry, shoes, and anything small.
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sanguineterrain · 5 months
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Hi! I saw your post on Halloween prompts and if your still taking them may I request
Jason was born a werewolf and they're used to their transformations and abilities. They're out on a walk when they find Reader, a human-just-turned-werewolf. Jason decides it's their job to take care of Reader until they're able to use all their powers efficiently, etc. Both didn't expect to catch feelings along the way.
Or
Werewolves are actively hunted down and humans even carry specific silver items and spray to ward them off if they suspect someone of being one. Reader finds Jason, an injured werewolf, hiding in their backyard. They don't have the heart to chase them away, instead opting to heal and hide them away from the hunters after them.
Fem!reader if possible?
Prompts from @promptspa
hi there! thanks for the prompt. i decided to go with the 2nd one, but i tweaked it a little. reader is gender neutral simply because there wasn't any moment to identify gender, but you are free to picture them as female! hope you like :)
werewolf!jason todd x gn!reader | injured jason, tending to wounds, wolf form, reader and jason knew each other when he was robin.
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"...In other news, reports of animal attacks have skyrocketed, leaving Gotham citizens paranoid. The mayor is enforcing a six o'clock curfew, urging citizens to lock their doors and keep pets inside. Now we have Dan with the weather—"
You mute the TV, stand, and stretch. The wind howls outside, rattling the roof slats. Dan, the weatherman, soundlessly describes how it's only going to get colder this week. That reminds you of Lucy, your Ragdoll. She's been outside for most of the evening.
"Lucy," you call, opening the bag of cat food. Usually, the sound causes her to race into the kitchen, claws clicking on the floor.
But there's no sound. You stop what you're doing and stand instead, moving to the stairs.
"Lucy?"
Nothing.
Animal attacks. Your stomach churns at the thought.
Gotham News often exaggerates that stuff since they're so anti-lycan. Werewolves don't attack animals and haven't done so for centuries unless they're desperate for food. But most citizens don't know that and will happily buy into the scare tactics. You can't afford to, living miles outside of the city.
You head outside when Lucy still doesn't appear. Logically, you know werewolves wouldn't attack your seven pound cat that's seventy percent fur. You know that. But something still feels wrong.
You search around the house first, using your phone as a flashlight. Then you walk toward the shed. That's when you hear meowing.
"Lucy!" you yell. "It's alright, Lucy, come on!"
Lucy makes no motion to move. She meows incessantly, urgent, yowling meows that make you rush over and check her for injuries. She continues to meow, even when you don't find an injury.
"What's wrong, Lucy? What's happened?"
You stroke her back, but nothing calms her. One time, she ran into a skunk, and that had spooked her. It also resulted in three baths to get the smell out.
But the skunk had attacked her then. Here, Lucy is unharmed, but whatever she's seen, it's scared her beyond comforting.
She continues to meow, eyes fixed on the shed. You take a deep breath and go to the shed. Lucy's meows get louder.
"It's alright, Lucy," you say, but now your heart is thumping. The wind rattles the padlock, which is odd, so you shine the light on it.
The lock is broken. You pull open the door, ready to run.
A soft whine comes from inside the shed. You shine your light, and the creature shies away, except it's too big to avoid the light completely. Too big to be a regular animal...
You make out black fur, large ears, and a tail. You gasp. The wolf whines again, curling into the corner like it's trying to make itself small.
There's a trail of blood on the ground. Without getting closer, you can't tell where the blood is from. But if it's enough to make the creature whine, it must be a deep wound.
"I'm not a hunter," you say slowly, and its ears twitch at that. "I'm not here to hurt you. No silver, see?"
You pull out your pockets, unzip your coat, and show your hands. The wolf watches you silently. Its head comes into view, and now you can see that the wolf is male.
And his eyes. His eyes are what confirm your suspicions; they are too intelligent to not be supernatural, glowing an eerie green.
He's an adult wolf, from what you can tell, but still young, his fur dark and thick. His youth doesn't make him any less intimidating, though. He looks much like the pictures of werewolves the antis use to scare people: huge, long body, glowing eyes, claws. He must be double your size, at least.
Lucy has stopped meowing. Now she just stares alongside you, keeping her distance. No wonder she was so distressed.
The wolf suddenly stands, and you take several steps back, heart racing. You hate being scared, hate letting the news report get into your head.
The wolf lies on his back with jerky, uncoordinated movements. He makes a desperate noise and shows his belly.
Knife wounds. Big ones. If he wasn't a wolf, he'd be dead.
"Holy shit," you say. "Oh my God."
This is as vulnerable as any creature can be. But you're just as much a stranger to him as he is to you. Why is he trusting you like this?
You've only known one werewolf in your life. And he's never coming back.
The wolf whimpers again. You nod quickly.
"Okay," you whisper. "It's okay. I'll patch you up."
The wolf sags against the ground, and you run out of the shed, your stomach turning at the thought of another wolf dying.
Lucy follows you, clinging to your ankles, and you try not to trip over her as you gather supplies from the house. She doesn't follow you back outside.
You return to the shed and thread a needle. Then you take a step forward and wait. When he makes no move to attack, you close the distance slowly and crouch by his belly.
His fur is matted and torn in odd places. Carefully, you place a hand on his belly. He doesn't move.
"I'm going to pour the antiseptic now," you say.
The wolf watches as you do. He tenses but doesn't make any more sounds as you clean his wound. Almost like he's used to the feeling.
You feel up his fur for other wounds. That's when you feel a scar that runs from his chest to where his bellybutton would be. It's Y-shaped.
"What—" you say in horror. "What did they do to you?"
The wolf whines again.
"Right, right. Sorry. I'm going to sew you up."
He lets you tend to his wounds without a hitch. He's unusually comfortable with your touch; he doesn't howl or flinch when you touch him, and any warning sounds are gentle.
You finish the stitches and top it with a bandage. He waits patiently, not moving an inch. You haven't done this in years; you never thought your medic training would come in handy again.
Nightingale. That's what the Bats called you. That's who you might've become eons ago, until...
"I won't turn you in," you say when you finish.
The wolf blinks at you.
"But you know that, don't you?"
He protests when you pull a blanket over him. He whines and nudges you away with his nose.
"It's cold here, and I can't carry you inside," you say.
He drags the blanket off with his teeth and throws it onto your lap. You smile and put it back on him.
"I'll be fine. I have blankets inside. Get some sleep."
You start to stand, and his whines become barks. He tries to stand with you, pawing at your knee.
"Whoa, hey! Don't, you'll pull your stitches. What's wrong?"
He barks again, and nods at the forest line outside in the distance. Then he licks at his bandage.
"You're afraid the people who hurt you will get you?" you ask.
He chuffs and licks your hand.
"You're afraid they'll get... me?"
He nudges your shoulder. You touch his head and make a soft noise.
"Okay. I'll stay and keep watch. If I hear anything, I'll wake you, alright?"
The wolf grunts, then finally lays down. He shuffles closer to you, so his body is practically on your legs. He runs hot, and with him so near, you hardly feel the cold.
The wolf falls asleep before you.
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It has been a long time since you trained with a Bat, and your nocturnal practices have faded since then.
So you wake up in the shed with a backache.
Black fur tickles your hand, and you open your eyes.
But it's not a wolf at your feet; it's a man.
A man wearing a dead boy's face.
He awakens as you do, bare and bandaged beneath the blanket. Those odd green eyes stare at you. They're wrong; all of him is wrong, but his face... you know that face.
"Jason?" you whisper, chest tight.
His sigh is full of grief.
"Hey, Nightingale."
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roysmilkers · 2 months
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The archer and his scary dog privileges
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oifaaa · 2 years
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so ive been binging your batfam aus on your masterlist and previously i had only seen baby werewolf jason and then i saw werewolf redhood with them eyes and uh... you made him really shmexy for no reason huh? please draw him again
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Really bc i think he looks like a cat from Cats (2019)
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bruciemilf · 1 year
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Hi! I’ve literally spent the last three (3) days respectfully stalking your account! I absolutely adore your Batfam content, especially your platonically possessive Jason HCs!
I was wondering if you anymore pp!Jason HCs 👉👈, BUT PLEASE DON’T FEEL OBLIGATED OR PRESSURED OR ANYTHING!
AAAAA I'm super flattered!! Since its Halloween today, it feels fitting to have a werewolf! Jason acting like the absolute puppy he is for his vampire dad
I love love love the thought of Jason missing his smaller form; When he was young and happy and curled perfectly between Bruce, and Dick, when Alfred managed to scare him into at least visiting, and everything beyond fiver fingers combing his thick fur was forgotten.
He misses being a tiny ball of fluff, but it's okay, Bruce says, because now he's a big ball of fluff; He's the perfect warm place for family cuddles. Jason likes that idea. He can be the perfect protector that way.
Love to imagine Jason giving his family his clothes to wear; Gotham werewolves are a rarity, but not an extinction, and he learned there's no small or big danger in Gotham. Danger was danger and he'll scare it away.
Bruce in a huge hoodie, Dick in a shirt bought with the intention to irritate him, " Batman's #1 Sidekick. Really?" , Tim stuffed in a red hood jacket that sags over his shoulders,
Cass prancing with wrinkled socks on her feet, Duke trying to fit a huge pair of gloves on,
and Damian is adorably tiny, tripping over his feet in one of Jason's tank tops.
Alfred has none, because Jason knows whatever danger encounters his grandfather won't be a danger for long.
He doesn't do well with unfamiliar scents tracking them home. Weather it's sunflower and apple pie with sugar crust, or expensive, silky parfume, Jason will snarl and tackle Bruce guiltlessly in his wolf form, and ruin his hair or face mask with drool.
Damian doesn't envy that at all, but he doesn't understand why Grayson is so adamant Jason stops his possessive ministrations. Baba is at home; With them. Protected and well-loved and temporarily unhurt. " Is this because you want Superman to adopt you?"
" Adopt US. And no. I just think Jason needs to learn he's not a pup anymore and -"
" You say that and then get mad when Baba doesn't pack you lunch."
" Look, you can say what you want, but let's be honest --, Stephanie getting a cool sticker on her lunch bag and not me was a personal attack."
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crypttaphophobia · 5 months
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WEREWOLF JASON
Jason won the vote so he got werewolfed! I’ll have the other 4 doodles done later!
Here is the Unshaded and grey background version! Feel free to use this design yourself! (Do tag me if you do I’d love to see it)
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kbirbpods · 3 months
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Original Work: Cold Snap by iselsis
Rating: General Audiences
Relationship: Tim Drake & Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne
Tags: Shifter AU, Animal Shifter Jason Todd, Werewolf Jason Todd, Hurt Jason Todd, Hypothermia, Hurt/Comfort, Jason Todd Needs A Hug, Child Neglect, Bad Parents Jack and Janet Drake, Bruce Wayne is a Good Parent, Street Rat Jason Todd, Baby Jason Todd, Baby Tim Drake, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Young Jason Todd, Young Tim Drake
Audio Length: 14 minutes
Summary:
Tim is friends with Jason Todd, a young street rat--a street wolf, rather--who took Tim under his wing. A bitter winter storm is rolling in, though, and Tim needs to get help fast if he wants to save Jason's life.
For the Pod-O-Ween 2023 prompt "growl" and a fill for @flowerparrish's treat request of werewolf AUs 🐺 🌕
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rivalriotrenegade · 1 year
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Random Werewolf Jason Todd Head Cannons pt 1.
Soooooo, this one is was made for you Miraclecherry. Thank you for reposting my works and just hyping them up so much :) It’s not a lot but I really do hope you like it. :D
As you can probably guess werewolf Jason Todd is territorial of what he considers to be his. This includes but is not limited to: food, rooms or areas of the house, clothes, his personal belongings, blankets and people he considers of importance. ie you. 
Since he is so territorial his wolf will often just decide that “Hey, this is mine now.” Of course he doesn’t steal from stores because he’s better than that! And by better I mean if some drug lord or crook has it, hippity hoppity that’s now his property. I mean what are they gonna do? Tell him no? Call the cops? Lol. Yeah, that’s not happening. 
Anyways! At the beginning of your relationship you can’t have shit around Jason. Your favorite blanket? It’s his now. The ice cream you’ve been saving? Good luck prying that from his hands. Leave your clothes anywhere other than your room? Hahaha, yeah you're not getting that back for a while. (He makes a ‘nest’ with stuff that smells like you so you’ll get it back when your scent is too hard to smell) This man will even go so far as to snag your shampoo because and I quote “It smells like you.” Yeah no duh Jason! (You did manage to get your shampoo back tho) 
Now Jason already loves to pick you up and hold you. (No matter how heavy you are this man can and will lift you because you quite literally weigh nothing to him) BUT in his werewolf form Jason's love to pick you up amplifies by 10x. The instinct in him to just hold you close and cuddle the hell out of you is far too strong for him to resist. Not to mention when in that form everything in him is screaming to keep you safe and what better way to do that then by having you securely snuggled in his arms?
Jason adores it when you kiss him. Honestly the first time you kissed him he thought he somehow died and went to heaven. He gets this goofy, lopsided, lovesick grin on his face when you kiss him and your kisses make him go weak in the knees. Every. Single. Time. 
Praise is a must for this man. He has a lot of self doubt and to hear someone praise him (especially when it comes from the person he loves the most) means a lot to him. Something he will NEVER admit to liking is when you call him “My good boy” It sets every single one of his nerves ablaze and gets his heart hammering in his chest like nothing else. At the end of the day you’re Jason's end game. He wants nothing more than to please you. His precious mate. He would give you the stars and the moon if you so asked. 
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mlim8 · 2 years
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Mel I adore you!!! For your Non-Dominant Hand Doodles Request, may I request vampire! Dick and werewolf! Jason?
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A good request!! uwu I adore you tooooo!! <3
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violet-catsarelife · 3 months
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so I saw the panels from Titans Beast World and blacked out.
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He's the goodest good boy. So what if he ate a raccoon. and maybe killed some people. So what.
Look at him all curled up!! He deserves all the headpats and scritches🥰
(said panels under cut)
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lingi-15 · 1 month
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lycansprites · 2 months
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No one's laughin at the dogman now !!
"The ending's never, ever easy; even now, as his trail of bodies turn him inside out. They're playing tricks on his mind, and the Dogman starts to cry, and he's howling at the sky."
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sanguineterrain · 6 months
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ooohh werewolf!Jason with the prompt "you make me feel so safe" is giving my brain the good tinglies
hell yeah werewolf jay!!! hope u like aud <3
werewolf!jason todd x gn!reader. fluff, werewolf shift, wolf form, jason being worried about hurting the reader (ofc he doesn't tho he's my honeybunch sugarplum).
i rb all fics to @sanguinelibrary | requests are open!
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"Are you sure you want me here tonight?"
Jason stands at the doorway, looking unsurely at the pile of pillows, blankets, and your clothing that you've constructed into a semblance of a nest on your bed.
"Of course I do," you say, fluffing a pillow. "What side d'you want?"
Jason frowns harder and takes a step back. "I think I should go home tonight. I don't—what if I... what if something happens? What if I hurt you?"
"You won't hurt me, baby," you tell him, and draw the blinds closed. "You never have, remember? Batman monitored you when you came back."
"A hundred other things could go wrong—"
"And we've planned for that, Jay," you say gently. "But it's unlikely, remember? It's just like any other shift."
It's quiet for a long time. You finish setting up, until Jason speaks again.
"I'm so ugly."
You turn in alarm. "What? Jay, what are you—"
"I'm not one of those TV wolves you see on Animal Planet. I came back wrong. I'm scarred and my eyes glow horribly and I've got big teeth and a-a monster's face, and—"
"Hey." You put your hands on his face. His eyes slip closed and he leans into your touch. You rub your thumbs in circles on his cheeks.
"You're not a monster, Jason," you say, the very word upsetting you. "I don't care what you look like, alright? You don't scare me. You make me feel so safe, actually. Doesn't matter what form you're in."
His eyes fly open. "I don't wanna lose you," he says desperately.
"Oh, honey. Is that what you've been worried about? Jay, this isn't going to change anything between us. Even if something goes wrong, you won't lose me."
Jason stares longingly over your shoulder, at the bed. You smile and tug his hands.
"C'mon, we'll get comfy."
Jason stops at the edge of the bed. It's close.
"If something happens, don't hesitate," he says. "Protect yourself."
"It's alright," you soothe, reaching to run your hand through his hair. "Everything will be fine, Jay."
The shift is quicker than you expect. The moon rises to its highest point and there's the crack of bone and muscle, something that Jason assured you didn't hurt but you're still doubtful.
He's big as a wolf, bigger than his human self. It's true, he doesn't look exactly like a traditional wolf.
For a moment, when his eyes land on yours, your heart skips a beat. You understand who you've just entrusted your life with.
Jason tips his head uncertainly, and backs up. You reach out a hand.
"It's okay," you whisper. He'd told you his senses are on overdrive in this form. "Jay, it's okay. C'mon up."
Despite his size, the bed only creaks a little bit. Jason herds you to the center of the bed and then completely curls around you. His tail hangs off of the bed. You're dwarfed in his fur. You can tell he's trying hard to be as gentle as possible. He still hasn't relaxed, obviously waiting for the tiniest hint for you to push him away. The thought breaks your heart.
You wrap your arms around his neck and push your face close to his snout, nuzzling his head. Jason whines softly.
"No one I'd feel safer with," you whisper, and kiss the patches of scarred skin that have no fur. "And y'know what? You're way better than those Animal Planet hacks."
Jason chuffs, warm breath fanning your ear, and you squirm at the tickle. You burrow deeper into him, and Jason hesitantly accepts you, finally letting himself relax.
Jason keeps you warm the whole night.
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polarspaz · 7 months
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HorrorBros AU
Everyone's having some ice cream, except Jason, who can't digest food anymore.
((Tim's having Vanilla, Damian Sea salt, and Dick's, specially made by Alfred, is just frozen blood.))
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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 2 months
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I'm getting dental surgery today and would really appreciate some emotional support werewolf Jason? Please? For the poor?
Jason put himself between you and the man who was ogling you and the subvocal growl made the hair stand up on the back of Clark's neck- and made the human man turn his gaze away quickly.
He, Clark- tried not to hear what Jason was murmuring in your ear. You were upset. Overwhelmed. It was too much. All too much today. And he had no idea what that was doing to Jason but- it was sweet. In a way. Kinda. Maybe. He was snarling at people. And velcroed to your side. But. Whenever you reached out for him, he was there.
"Just don't think about it too much," Bruce said not looking up from his computer. "Just know, the wolf part of his brain thinks its his job to protect her. From everything."
"Isn't she just as scary?"
"Can be," Bruce hummed, "In theory, I suppose. But in her previous life she was a kindergarten teacher."
"Hm?"
"Honest," Bruce snorted. "She was a teacher. They snatched her out of a parking lot after parent-teacher conferences."
"Why?"
"No clue," Bruce said honestly. "Her family tree. Her blood work. We've gone over ALL of it with a fine-toothed comb and there's nothing genetically interesting that they might have been looking for."
"Odd." But as he watched Jason tuck you into his side and wrap his arms around you loosely- protective to you possessive to anyone watching- He wondered if the quirk they wanted was "appealing to male wolves". Or maybe just men in general
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bruciemilf · 1 year
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Uhhhhh yall wouldn't happen to have any headcanons or thoughts of werewolf jason and soft vampire dad bruce right?? Just checking because my inbox is free...crazy right
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