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rosalind and her situationship + spooky kids interaction

still figuring out a way for me to comfortably draw these goobers

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Bad Eclipse Rising

Well, the recent surge of Werewolf!Paul posts courtesy of @galaxyemu and @starlit-doodles has lit a fire in my brain. So, let's watch those flames dance, shall we?

Enjoy and be gentle ---

There was an air of excitement in CCRP and Hatchetfield as a whole. For the first time in years, a solar eclipse would be visible for the entire town. Everyone was hyped for it.

Sitting behind his desk, even Paul felt that same infectious glee. At least, until the feeling suddenly change.

About five minutes before the eclipse was due, a wave of nausea swept over him. "Urgh," Paul groaned as his everything started to ache like he'd just finished an high intencity workout. From the corner of his eye, he could see Bill and Charlotte look at him with concern as he got up and shuffled towards the restroom.

Clutching the sink with a death grip, Paul looked at himself in the mirror. He looked exactly as bad as he felt: a healthy complexion turned a waxy grey, sweat beading visibly on his brow.

Another pulse from his stomach had Paul biting back a moan just as the door cracked open. "Hey, buddy," Bill's voice called out softly, "Can I come in?" "...Okay," Paul panted.

As he stepped in and saw how bad Paul looked, Bill winced in sympathy. "What's wrong?" he came over and gently rested his hand on Paul's shoulder. "Don't... know," Paul gasped and leaned into that touch, "I feel like shit."

Bill smiled sadly and moved his hand to rub Paul's back. Faintly, Paul heard the door open again, but didn't turn to look. Instead, he turned on the tap and splashed some water on his face. "You okay, Paul?" Charlotte shuffled into view in the mirror. Bill gave a silent shake of his head and Charlotte's hand replaced the spot on his shoulder where Bill's had been.

Even as he continued to feel utterly terrible, Paul could feel something deep inside settle slightly at the touch. His shoulders slackened slightly and the door opened a third time.

"Hey, the eclipse is about to start- Damn," Ted sauntered in like he usually would but with an odd glint to his eyes, "You look like shit." "Ted!" Bill snapped at him. "What?! Tell me I'm wrong!" Ted looked unapologetic but his eyes were almost... worried? With a shrug, Ted continued: "Well, if you're not feeling up to it Paul, I can send you a video of the eclipse lat-"

Three things happened in that exact instant.

Paul yelled and hunched forward like he'd been kicked in the gut hard. His legs buckled beneath him. And his nose began to gush with bright red blood.

Quickly, Bill and Charlotte helped Paul to the ground as his muscles started to shake uncontrollably. Wordless grunts and whimpers of pain were the only sounds Paul could make. "Oh shit," Charlotte panted frantically, eyes darting between Bill and Ted, "What do we do?!" "I don't know!" Ted yelled, shuffling in place before an idea hit and he darted for the cubical.

Bill propped up Paul's head to keep his head from banging into the ground, when he saw it. Paul had always kept himself clean shaven. He loathed the feeling of stubble on his skin. That morning, his face was bare.

Not anymore.

Helplessly, Bill watched as fur rapidly bloomed all over Paul's visible skin, as his ears grew pointly, as his nails and teeth turned to claws and fangs. Hands suddenly grapped and hauled Bill away. Instinct had him fight to remain near Paul, to reassure him as his body distorted around him.

But Charlotte didn't let go. She dragged him over to the back wall where Ted was standing, eyes wide and unblinking, holding wads of tissue paper in his hands like they would protect him. Paul's cries suddenly grew louder, joined by the sound of fabric and something organic tearing.

The three of them could do nothing. They couldn't even leave, Paul was laying between them and the door. Backed against the wall, they could only watch as Paul continued to change.

It was clear what was happening, but none of them wanted to believe it. Only when the tail burst free from Paul's pants and his face began pushing out into a muzzle did reality settle in like an icicle through flesh: Paul was a werewolf.

Seconds later, Paul's screams finally died down. Leaving only silence broken by canine whimpers and breathing.

Bill, Ted, and Charlotte didn't dare move. Standing completely still as Paul slowly stood on all fours and shook himself before sniffing at the air. "Fuck," Ted whimpered as he turned to face them. Paul was already decently tall, but now he was enormous. Blood was crusted underneath his nostrils, staining the brown fur darker.

He didn't move: just stared with familar yet different blue eyes. Bill drew in a shaky breath. "Paul...?" he whispered as softly as he could, "Are you okay? Can you understand me?" Paul was silent. Then he started to walk over. "Come on, b- buddy," Ted stammered as he pressed himself into the wall as far as he could, "We ain't gonna hurt ya! we're your friends, remember?!"

He just got closer. Then Charlotte had an idea. It was the single most risky, and dangerous idea she'd ever had. But it was all she had. So she carefully offered out her hand to Paul.

"Charlotte?" Ted whimpered, face paling further. "What are you doing?" Bill looked at her hand as if he expected to see it vanish any second. Charlotte said nothing, just kept her hand out, and prayed that it would work.

Paul leaned forward and gave her hand a sniff. Then another. And then he lightly butted up against her palm with his snout.

With a gasp of relief and still lingering caution, she let her hand ghost over his head. And as Paul's tail started to wag, settled her hand into the thick fur. "Okay, you're okay," Charlotte said to everyone in that room, herself included, "There we go." As she started to pet him in earnest, Paul rubbed his head along the cat on her jumper, tail speeding up as he went.

Clearing his throat, Bill outstretched his hand and passed the sniff test even faster than Charlotte did, giving a soft "oof" as Paul butted against his chest enthusiastically. Even Ted's trembling hand was allowed to rest in Paul's pelt.

Then Paul stiffened and started to whimper.

Backing off, Bill, Ted and Charlotte watched as he reverted back into a human. It was faster but clearly no less painful than before. Bill was quick to Paul's side as his naked form finally stopped writhing. His muscles jumped under Bill's fingertips but let him pull his limp body into his lap. "...Bill...?" Paul weakly rasped after a few seconds blinking at the wall. "Yeah?" "Did... what I think just happened, happen?" "Yeah." "...Fuck."

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nvm i drew him again

me: minding my business as im drawing my brain, the whole time for some godforsaken reason:

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throwing him into the blender werewolf edition

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favorite puppet

still cant believe i actually saw the reprise. feels surreal.

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favorite puppet

still cant believe i actually saw the reprise. feels surreal.

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art fight post (❁´◡`❁)

@solielune, @sketchypeppers, LouLouFree, FusionPrime, GremlinGremlin, @spitfirerose, @klondipedia

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refrained from putting ren in every slot lmao /j

been messing around with shading and im having fun

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refrained from putting ren in every slot lmao /j

been messing around with shading and im having fun

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freakin' it on a ftuesday night

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freakin' it on a ftuesday night

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dont have much to say about this one, folks

they have to deal with a theater kid. tragic </3

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every time they give him an arsene-inspired outfit, an angel gets its wings

and to anyone wondering, no. i have not been normal about p5x.

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every time they give him an arsene-inspired outfit, an angel gets its wings

and to anyone wondering, no. i have not been normal about p5x.

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team card done!

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new self-insert drop

vvv info and stuff below vvv

Rosalind

Somewhat of a pessimist when she was alive, her perspective changed after she died and met the spooky kids. Since then, she has mellowed into a more positive outlook of the world.

-dead af (head trauma + stabbed)

doesn’t know who killed her

died around four years before the events of sm

-doesn't talk about her previous life

the most rosalind brings up was that she participated in fgc events

-has the ability to appear alive

can’t eat or drink, hard to tell if she’s breathing, always cold to the touch

-befriended skid and pump before meeting kevin

met in the graveyard and was identified by pump as a ghost

dragged her along in their excitement, while annoyed at first, she’s grateful for the two getting her out of her years long sorrow

doesn't see herself as a role model to the two but does her best to set a good example

-finds kevin very fun to poke at

“it’s easy to set him off, aside from the kids, he’s good entertainment”

he reminds rosalind of herself quite a bit when she was alive and so its fuel for her poking and prodding

rose’s teasing tones down a bit once she realizes her own feelings (not that kevin's privy to them)

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hi hello i love your skip and jay and failboat and branzy designs so much they give me life please draw them more if you are willing 🙏🙏🙏

here you go, buddy ' u')b