Werewolf - Blog Posts
Have some Doodles I did recently! Made a cute goat man, Adopted an adorable Marshmallow goat character from a pal and did some cute doodles of my sweet boo lady Selene! (I have three other boos that I'll post sometime when I make more doodlesss)
Also I cannot wait for this Christmas! Taking on a pretty big gift project for all my pals and I so can't wait to begin everyone's gifts!
But besides that, hope y'all are having a wonderful day/night and yeee!
Some recent doodles-
Got to play monster road trip with my pals @folf-gaming, @kira-uwu01 and @boinkinfundoodles safe to say I love the moths so I made one for myself, their name is Cappuccino ^^
And have a Au passion, Beautiful lad's name is Cessair
Inktober 2023 #19 Silver
Extras Below:
The moon is for all of us
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Light.
“He’s my muse, a beautiful man. So perfect. I can’t find any imperfections, superficially and internally. He was made, crafted from the Gods. They knew that a woman like me would fall for a man like him. They created him for me. Oh my god I look like an obsessed fan.”
I’m his partner in crime. Whenever he’s got a mission I’m there to help him. I can see him in action. Can you imagine how lucky am I?
I write and sing and talk about him.
I do so many things for him.
“You are infatuated with him.”
How do you know? The answer is No.
And I’m married to him.
I admire him. He inspires me. Brown, dark eyes. Dull eyes. Staring at me. Or more like glaring. He hates me.
I try to give him my light. He doesn’t wanna come in. I tell him: “turn your light on”. He doesn’t wanna love me.
He yells. Not at me. He doesn’t raise his voice to me. He knows. I’d bash his head on the wall.
He yells. To himself. Because he assumes it’s his fault. But the light isn’t on.
Come in. Turn the light on. They crafted you for me. Why can’t you understand it? Do you accept it?
You will always be tied to me. I won’t ever abandon you. How could I? I can’t even imagine it.
Let’s talk about it again. Now try to turn the light off. Can you come in?
Did you know there’s a way to leave me?
Oh you are so divine. I do adore you. I hate you. Je te déteste.
I cherish your rare smiles. Le sourire.
Excuse my French. Fuck it, no don’t. I studied it and turned myself purely French for you. I can’t make a mistake.
Would you want to forget me?
You are a puzzle. You don’t drink alcohol. No beers, no whiskey neat and no vodka. You cherish Russian poetry. You’d recite it to me every night, I’d listen to you till you’d fall asleep. I’d remove the book from your hands and lay you in the bed, covering you with a soft plaid. Watch your sleeping face until my eyes close to sleep. And dream about you and I.
And I say that I’m not in love with you. Ha, even I laugh with my stupid bullshit.
Demons took my kindness for weakness. Think about it. Were you a demon? Or was I a succubus?
You were the incubus and I the succubus. Yes, we torment each other at night, at the same time and moment. And I love it.
I shall tell you the truth: You took my kindness for weakness, used me like a rag doll and I loved it.
I used you too. Treated you as if you were my true love. I had no right. No right to force you to cherish me. And still, you did it. You took my kindness for weakness and I didn’t complain. Because you are my man.
You caress my face. You touch my plumpy lips while murmuring words in russian. Perhaps you are insulting me, but it doesn’t matter to me. I get to feel your calloused fingers. That arouses me. It makes me sick, I want to smash your head on the wall.
You are on a mission. I’m your accomplice. You interrogate the bastards and I shoot them in the head. No hesitation. I read your eyes and understand that I have to move.
Your light is on at that moment and I don’t say a thing. I don’t want to ruin that moment.
Come over and stay with me in the garden. Read me some Russian poetry and I will prepare some Medovik for you. You are allergic to honey.
It’s simple, I love you.
You touch my curves. You adore them. You are addicted to them. And I take care of you every night, you touch me. Your touches are soft. Your hands are cool, I shiver. Oh please come in.
It kinda makes me laugh. We love each other. We hate each other. We deteste each other. We honor each other. We are addicted to each other. But what are we?
We are married.
While I didn’t draw this today, I drew it a few days ago, I couldn’t find a prompt list I liked enough and I’m a little low on time today. I decided to make my own list which will officially start tomorrow, but here’s my DND character Koysta in his werewolf form.
Main story VENUS
She is a werewolf that is a fallen angel she got her wings ripped out swag.mov style she is now watched over by a butterfly to make sure she stays in check
Jars full of lost souls
The butterfly can’t see the souls making it look seemingly empty
She tries to help the overworld souls by talking to them each day and taking them places to help heal
She has a soulrealm form where she tracks out souls to help them pass to the other side her steps ripple like water in this form
She can walk on water. She always finds water quiet calming and can be seen lounging by springs
Possible ideas
Howls lullabys it calms the surrounding air
Voice was vanished from angels she can no longer speak words all she can wimper out is instrumental sound (thinking piano along the lines of meditation sleep videos)
Relations ships
Sheep girlfriend
Size difference Venus is significantly smaller than her girlfriend. Her girlfriend finds it’s hard to make way through Venus’s house. While Venus is quite roomy in hers
Venus collects herbs and trinkets for her
Soul realm form
Walks on water
Nightmare form
Way bigger than her normal form her arms are abnormally large compared to the rest of her body
Extremely angry and lost her mind
Bring her to a body of water to calm down
Pink werewolf thag is a fallen angel. she got her wings ripped out swag.mov style. she is watched over by a butterfly to make sure she stays in check
Kandi the werewolf
LOZ WEREWOLF HIS NAME IS BUCKET
![[ID: a digital black and white comic. /1: Panel depicts a man curled on the ground, growing spots and spikes out of his back. Text: "I hope you find me repulsive"/2: A werewolf silhouette runs through a sketched forest. Text: "I hope I get boiled and bald"/3: Close-up shot of the werewolf raising one paw and revealing a huge eye, sharp teeth, and lolling tongue. Text: "I hope all my side-/effects can't be side-/lined"/4: The man from the beginning lies naked in a pool of dark liquid in a small clearing in the woods. Text: "Nor my body/forgiven"/ID]](https://64.media.tumblr.com/43a7e939006ed098150a178287004e01/fc27f3b4bc37c0ca-26/s500x750/c10b2ac73c7edf52524fdd9c22e317dfa8d989bd.png)
