#I love werewoofs

[whump-galaxy]

Imagining a character getting like, beat up and thrown on the ground in the woods, fearfully looking up at their attackers…and then a massive werewolf steps over them, growling so low and loud that it vibrates through the whumpee’s bones….

The attackers are scared off and the werewolf turns to the whumpee.

[isummonedadragon]

Concept for a werewolf Mari au

When she played that tune on the night of the full moon, Mari found out she was becoming a werewolf.

Hero expected her to go wild, growling at him with hunger in her eyes,

But found that the Wolf in front of him quietly whined in sadness. This was no wild beast, it was Mari.

[artofalassa]

Floof AU

Regarding the news today... I thought it was a good occasion to finally post these here. I kept forgetting. For years. I love my favourite boi as a giant woof floof. Happy Halloween, friends!

[ejunkiet]

“Eve.” A soft, low voice calls, before a man rises from a nearby booth, making his way across the room to greet her, a smile curling up the corners of his full mouth. “You came.” His eyes are a pale blue and striking in the low light, as if all the colour has been washed out of them. He’s taller than he’d appeared in his photo, broader, with high cheekbones and a prominent jaw, the strength of him evident in the shift of muscle in his arms as he extends his hand to her. His grip is firm but gentle when she takes it, the crease of his eyes warm.  “Georgi,” he introduces himself, before inclining his head towards the man watching them on the other side of the booth, his dark eyes glittering in the golden lamplight. “And this is my mate, Ilya.” Mate. She steps closer and takes the hand Ilya offers her, the dark waves of his hair framing his face falling back to reveal angled features, the dark stubble that lines his jaw, a canine flashing as he offers her a smile that is as much of an invitation as it is a threat. “Pleasure,” he murmurs, his voice soft in the hushed quiet of the bar. His eyes are sharp as he takes her in, perceptive, and she can feel the weight of his aura against hers, testing. Her magic rises to meet it, a flicker in comparison, and his smile grows. “We’ve been looking forward to meeting you.” -- unnamed novella, Georgi & Ilya @ejunkiet

did i commission the incredible @andr0leda again?

HELL YEAH I DID (link to commissions tag here!)

this is from an original project i'm working on; Ilya (left) and Georgi (right) are mated/married/the works and I love them, and I love this, and you should shower andy with all the love because this has given me so much serotonin over the last few weeks, you have no idea.

[albatris]

art fight werewolves should hmu I'm bored and nothing in my bookmarks is motivating me to draw and I want to draw some Characters

[planetvries]

i made them Creatures

[cookie-swag-competitions]

Poorest Little Meow Meow: Round One

What nominators had to say about Werewolf Cookie

probably smells like wet dog, pathetic sad man, scared of himself, outcast

What nominators had to say about Red Velvet Cookie

he is so sad and sopping wet and he hates it. i love him

[knoggart]

Repostober Day 7: April 2016 My old sona, Werewoof! There are still times when I wonder if they're retired or not, but I still love them! I definitely did borrow some aspects from this design and put them into Hydrokit haha

[ttngummybear]

Very important Yow update: I found him a collar and got him a tag engraved!

Closeup of the collar:

It's got little rainbow stars on it!

[zozo-01]

zodon'tfreakoutzodon'tfreakoutzodon'tfreakoutzodon'tfreakoutzodon'tfreakoutzodon'tfreakout-

[dusksochoard]

Do I need to but this much detail to what’s always covered in clothes? No. 

Do I do it anyway bc i’m obsessed with detail? yes. 

[rocketjumpingfangs]

Throw me to the wolves and I will return, leading the pack.

BLU Werewolf Soldier OC

Indie

Mun is 25+

9-10 Years RP experience

One liner/Para/Ect

Semi-Selective

Not Mutual Exclusive

Multi-Verse

Single ship

OC/Canon friendly

NSFW

Sideblog

Follow backs are by Bruisedknuckledbuckshot

[alfietimewolf]

what's everyone's lockscreen?? tell me in the tags or reblog with a screenshot

[ejunkiet]

wip wednesday~

marco brain rot has been real. here is a snippet of a sequel to say it again / bioluminescence , as my theory about marco having a praise kink is still going strong >:3

blood moon if ( @barbwritesstuff): marco/mc. post-game, some spoilers!

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You’re doing so well, Marco

You don’t miss the hitch in his breath, or the way his eyes narrow at you, piercing blue over the heads of the rest of your pack. You don’t miss the subtle shift in his scent either, the tang of it sweet on the air, or the flush that rises to his cheeks as Addie snorts, throwing you both a knowing look.

There’s a thrill to it, working him up in a space like this. Knowing that he can’t act on it, can’t do anything but wait.

(There’s a lot of work left to do, he’s going to be waiting a while.)

You’ve never minded getting your hands dirty. Hell, after the mess of the last few months, the confrontation with Blackwell and its aftermath, it’s a relief to be free from the stench of undead blood. A little sweat and exertion is nothing.

Besides, it’s a good look on him. Marco has always been stronger than he looks, wiry muscle on a lean frame, but there’s no masking his strength now, the loose tank top he’s wearing leaving little to the imagination. You can see everything, the way his muscles flex as he moves, tight with the motion and the heat of late summer.

(The dark lines of the roses tattooed on his skin gleam under a sheen of sweat, and you can’t help but remember how you’d mapped the shape of them last night, with lips and teeth, the taste of his sweat sharp on your tongue.)

You swallow around the thought, flexing your grip on the sledgehammer in your hands. But your distraction doesn’t go unnoticed, and Marco pauses, his nostrils flaring as he breathes in, deep, before his blue eyes find yours again, and he gives you a sharp grin.

“Okay, that’s enough.” You blink as Addie pushes herself to her feet, her steely gaze stern over the thin wire frames of her glasses. “You’re both too distracted for this work. Out.”

“But-”

“No ‘buts’. If you two are going to keep making moon-eyes at each other, someone is gonna have an accident.” 

Marco winces, a flush rising up the pale skin of his neck, vivid under the fluorescent lights, and you want to taste it, feel the heat of it against your lips. 

You shake your head, banishing the thought as you raise your hands, palms out, in surrender. “I’m sorry, Addie. We’ll do better, I promise.”

She lets out a low huff, her eyes sharp and disapproving as she glances between the two of you. The flush spreads across Marco’s cheeks, until you think he’s gonna burn beneath it, but just before he cracks, she relents.

“Look. We can handle the rest.” She shakes her head as you open your mouth to speak, a wry smile tugging at her lips as she shuts you down. “You’ve both done good work, and you’ve earned a break. Now go.”

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tagging- you, reading this! also (no pressure!): @evilbunnyking @serenpedac @androleda @pinksparkl @romirola @dominimoonbeam @glassbearclock @slushrottweiler @lovelylonerliterature @k9rage

[bi0mancy]

not me also thinking about hazel being turned into a vampire or a werewolf and how that would break the prophecy, essentially robbing her of the power she's destined to wield.

[planetvries]

Some Halloweenies for October 🐈‍⬛🎃👻🐺✨