#a werewolf in england

[slasherbat]

Werewolf designs pt 3 electric boogaloo!!!

Part One × Part Two

And I'm back once again rating werewolf designs! These posts are always fun to do, and so I'm glad to be doing part 3. Today's selection is from various movies, two of which I got to watch for the first time because of this! Any werewolf recommendations will be welcomed, but for now, here are some more werewolf ratings with a small bonus of my thoughts on the movies.

Werewolves Within (2021)

Werewolves Within is a very fun little movie, building up on mystery, bringing in a whodunnit vibe and this is one of the most unique werewolf design I have for this part specifically.

I was quite surprised by how much I liked this design and found the build up to be more worth it than anything else.

For me, werewolf designs either make or break a movie for me, depending on my experience so far, but honestly everything before the werewolf reveal was fun. I find this design to be a perfect blend between human and wolf, with such a monster-heavy appearance and incredibly human eyes it makes the design so much better. Yes it's a terrifying monster, but it's also a human underneath.

Bad Moon (1996)

Bad Moon is a werewolf movie I saw a lot of, but never gave the chance until now because I needed some werewolf movies. I truly wish I had gone ahead and watched this earlier. With an insane first two minutes, this movie was nothing but a fun ride and uses the fuck out of this werewolf, and it's always amazing seeing it on screen. You see him quite a bit too, since this film follows the route of the 1941 film where man turns into wolf every night.

Every time this guy is on screen, it's so worth it. The transformation scene sucks, but it wasn't even what the director wanted, but the practical effects and suit make this film worth it. I love how much it reminds of the werewolf from The Cabin In The Woods, this one just has a slightly better head.

I love when suits are used for these monsters and honestly, werewolf movies need to put more people in suits. It brings the monster to life, giving it a more human feel with movement.

Overall great design.

The Boy Who Cried Werewolf (2010)

This is quite honestly one of the best movies to come out of Nickelodeon and one of the first ever actual werewolf introductions I had as a kid besides Monster High.

For a kid's movie, they went all out on the werewolves for this movie and I love and appreciate that so much. I enjoy how the werewolves look different from one another, going for different heads and faces. Even without the full-fledged werewolf and it sticks with the mid-transformation it's still pretty solid, and reminiscent of the 1941 Wolfman, but a little bit better.

These designs could work for just a regular horror movie with a more older target audience in mind. Either in a campy comedy way or a more serious terrifying matter.

No werewolf design in a movie with kids as the target audience could ever beat the ones this film had. These designs are honestly what made me re-watch this movie because they're what I remembered the most.

Trick 'R Treat (2007)

I quite frankly could not care how awful these werewolf designs could have been. This transformation scene should be on the level of An American Werewolf In London known and admired. With that, I have nothing, but good things to say about this design. I adore this movie because of these werewolves.

You don't see much of them, but it's still a great design. Most of the werewolves in this post all hold a similar idea or concept with their appearance.

Out of all the designs in this post, I have to say the Trick 'r Treat werewolf is my favorite. I love how the transformation is just the human body being ripped off like a costume, it's fun and unique and out of all the scenes in this movie, this is the first one that will come to mind.

A Werewolf In England (2020)

This was quite possibly the worst werewolf movie I have ever seen, and honestly, I would rather watch The Mist 2007 than have to watch this again. Truly, what the fuck. I'll spare you all the details from this movie, and check this out of your own free will, but I do NOT recommend it. It's just something not for me.

Now into the werewolf design. It's practical, which is great and always welcomed. They move quite strangely, constantly swaying and bouncing up and down like you were hovering a cursor over a character in a video game. These designs are solid, unlike the movie, and honestly do not make it worth the watch.

You see them quite a bit when they show up, and it's great to see how different they can look from one another when smaller details are added.

The only good thing I can say about this movie is the score was the best part due to how over-dramatic it was in these very underwhelming scenes. The transformation was also decent, and that is my praise for this awful movie.

[l-ultimo-squalo]

POV- a werewolf is about to blast you with diarrhea.

Screencaps from the less than stellar werewolf flick A Werewolf in England (2020). This movie wasn't very fun, but this scene did catch me by surprise and make me laugh.

The werewolf costumes in this film were made by Midnight Studios FX, a company that specializes in pre-fabricated realistic horror/creature costumes for cosplay and haunted attractions, as well as spooky statues and decor. Neat stuff, but I've definitely seen some cheapo films use their in-stock suits in recent years lol.

[moviesandmania]

A WEREWOLF IN ENGLAND (2020) Reviews and now free to watch online

A WEREWOLF IN ENGLAND (2020) Reviews and now free to watch online

A Werewolf in England is a 2020 British horror feature film set in a remote 19th-century countryside inn besieged by raging lycanthropes. Written, produced, photographed, edited and directed by Charlie Steeds (Vampire Virus; An English Haunting; The Barge People; Winterskin; Cannibal Farm), the High Fliers Films–Dark Temple Motion Pictures production stars Reece Connolly, Tim Cartwright (Vampire…

[sciderman]

amazing spider-man #95

[fallbabylon]

The Ragadaziow (forefathers) Guisers performing the trial of the Beast of Bodmin- a mock trial in the style of a mummers play dating back to 1549. The Bodmin Play (An Gwary Bosvenna) sees the beast captured and paraded in the streets- St Petroc’s Ossery Casket watching over the event.

The Beast of Bodmin is not just a recent cultural reference but refers to the local tradition of a dragon at Halgavor. Legend states that St. Petroc removed a splinter from the creature’s eye and thus tamed it. Historical records of Riding Day Revels refer to people being tricked into searching for and fighting the dragon. - Bodmin, Kernow

[haveyouseenthishorrormovie]

SUMMARY: After a series of murders and disappearances, a group of knights are tasked with investigating a nearby castle. It's not long before they uncover a number of strange creatures, and a battle soon breaks out.

[coralcatsea]

@hetaween-event

Day 7: Vampires

(Technically also Day 2: Werewolves)

[askbloatedbellyblog]

tbh whenever i see character designs like wrio where they’re associated with some form of carnivorous animal i instantly hc them as top tier belchers based on that alone, especially the wolf boys 😂 but i like that your ideas for him actually have substance

Well I'm glad that things at least sound like they have substance, as that's my real goal. I will say that these ratings are some ideas and I'm not saying that he's not CAPABLE of monster belches ever. I definitely believe that Wriothesley is. And this was for burps only, I do think he definitely can eat a ton as well.

Personally, I think characters can be complex, though not always absolute, with a lot open to interpretation especially in things like this. There is his character design but also what we know of him with his personality and setting. In this case, some of his personality and behavior conflicts with his "carnivorous" design. I do think he's capable but it also depends on who he is with and situation.

There is one more wrinkle to think about here too. Wrio is a plotter. Half the time, he's trying to disarm people to make them relax or intimidate them. He'll do what he needs to get information out of people.

So he can have manners when he needs to, especially when that gets him farther in society, especially when it disarms people in the Fortress who revere him and think he's unapproachable. Or those in the outside that think he's just a ruffian but he's "respectable."

But when he needs to, he can be one of the guys, crude, lewd, whatever else especially if it's a smaller gathering. He can hang out with other fighters during Pankration Ring matches or checking on him them. If that includes burping or eating then he'll do it.

If he knows that someone HATES or LOVES lack of manners and overeating but needs information from them? Well then they come to his office and he proceeds to eat everything and burp and slurp and pat his gut just to get a reaction.

But this is why sometimes thinking of a particular scenario or situation comes with a clearer answer because it's easier to predict behavior or if there's a reason they might act a bit out of character.

[onbearfeet]

Everyone please enjoy midnight research and bitching with Mysterious Gay New England Buddy. I knew I could rely on him to know the local favorite trophy-wife brands.

Yes, Elsa has "Burberry camo".

[darkuniverseofmonsterandmen]

Dark Universe: Of Monsters and Men - B.1 - Ch.1 - Pg.1-2

Original Concept By Victoria (AKA Dawn's Edge)

Art By Rover Studios.

Story and Edits by me.

This is a fan-comic inspired by the scrapped Dark Universe concept. You can read on Webtoon or Comic Fury.

[courseyoulovemeyoudontknowme]

An American Werewolf in London (1981, John Landis)

13/04/2024

[novuit]

80s AU (1985-89) where Arthur was raised by vampires, Feliciano is a werewolf and they decide to go to Alfred's Halloween party in his werewolf form solely to win a costume competition where the winner gets a huge cash prize

Everyone's oblivious to the fact he is actually a werewolf, though, but he did end up winning first place :)

[koolkat9]

A Vampire, A Werewolf and A Merman and Blood Drinking

I really am running out of titles... Anyway happy late Halloween!

Rating: T

Relationship: Gerfruk

Word Count: 1056

Author's Note: minor depictions of blood. Also Grammarly was down so this has zero editing, but I was already so late with it I said screw it.

Read on AO3

Francis was starving. Winter was never easy to find food, but he couldn’t recall a winter this rough to the point he could barely stand for long periods of time. He had been scraping by with come mice he had found taking shelter in the shed, but he was pretty sure he cleared the last one out the previous week. Animal blood was not the most sustainable, and the smaller the animal, the less the blood.

Getting weaker and weaker, Arthur and Ludwig began to catch on.

“You’re not going to go on like this,” Arthur stated, grabbing Francis’s arm.

“That’s why I’m going hunting.” Francis bit back. His patience had been thinner this past week.

“Francis…” Ludwig piped up, “Are you sure it’s wise to go out like this. You’re swaying.”

Francis gripped at the door frame, steadying himself. “I’ll be fine. I don’t have much of choice anyway.”

“Feed off me.”

Francis’s gaze snapped towards Arthur. “Quoi?”

“Feed off me? Is your hunger making you go deaf too?”

“You know I made a vow to never drink human blood.”

Arthur smirked. “Lucky for you I’m not human.”

“This isn’t even up for discussion Arthur, now let me go.”

Ludwig and Arthur tried to protest further, but Francis just strode out the door.

— — —

Francis dragged himself through the door, stomach empty, legs barely keeping him up.

“You’re feeding off of Arthur,” Ludwig said sternly as Francis entered the living room.

“What are–”

“We couldn’t sleep knowing you could very well pass out somewhere out there,” Arthur interjected, “And then the sun would rise and–”

“I get the picture,” Francis hissed.

Ludwig rose to his feet, taking Francis into his arms to steady him. “Francis,” his voice carried as if lecturing a child, “You’re going to hurt yourself further if you keep this up. I know you’re scared, but Arthur has his werewolf strength. If you go too far, he’ll stop you. I’ll stop you.”

Francis searched Ludwig’s eyes, they were hard with determination, but still comforting. Francis gripped at Ludwig’s arm. “Okay…” he breathed.

He hobbled over to the couch and seated himself next to Arthur. Francis went to grab his wrist, but Arthur instead climbed on his lap and bore his neck to him. “I’d say we’re far too intimate for the wrist love,” he teased.

Normally, Francis would tease back at the suggestiveness of the comment, but in his brain was just static noise. He couldn’t think about this. He couldn’t back out.

A sweet scent wafted off of Arthur. Had he always smelt that good? Francis’s mouth was watering.

Arthur braced for the prick, eyes squeezed shut. Francis could hear how fast Arthur’s heart was beating. He licked at the skin of Arthur’s neck, feeling his lover’s pulse. Deep breath in then out, he bore his fangs and pierced the skin.

Blood rushed into Francis’s mouth. It was sweet, surprising considering Arthur was so bitter. Though perhaps the sweetness was from all those desserts he could never say no to. Either way, it was far more delicious than animal blood. He sucked at it eagerly.

Arthur gasped before it turned into a soft moan. His body filled with a cozy kind of heat, a fog setting over his mind the more Francis drank. It had been awhile since he got high, but it felt just like this. He bit his lip, refusing to let Francis know just how good he felt, but he couldn’t help but grip at the vampire’s coat and hair.

The room started spinning, Arthur leaned further into Francis’s embrace, eyes fluttering closed, lips parting with a breathy moan. It was getting harder and harder to focus and keep himself under control.

Francis just kept drinking and drinking. He hadn’t tasted anything so delectable since he got turned. Animal blood, though it kept him full in most cases, it never tasted good. Not bad per say, but he never got pleasure out of feeding like he did when he was human eating human food. But the taste of Arthur’s blood…It wasn’t of human food, but it was…intoxicating. He couldn’t stop himself even though he was getting fuller quicker than he ever did on animal blood.

Ludwig watched intently as his two lovers lost themselves. Arthur was growing deathly pale, but Francis wasn’t stopping. Arthur wasn’t stopping him.

He let it go on for a few more minutes before finally intervening. “Okay that’s enough,” he warned, but it only fell on deaf ears. He pleaded some more before shaking Arthur’s shoulder.

“Arthur,” Ludwig begged, though he tried to keep his voice hard, “You need to snap out of it. Please.”

The words seemed to reach deep within Arthur. Eyes cracking open, he looked towards Ludwig. “Lud…” he rasped.

Arthur finally blinked out of his daze and pushed Francis off him and scrambled off his lap. Woozy, he almost fell, but Ludwig caught him.

For a moment, Francis looked confused, even angry before coming back to his senses to see just how pale Arthur now looked. A horrified look crossed Francis’s face.

Ludwig guided Arthur back to the couch, pulling a nearby blanket down and wrapping it around a now shivering Arthur.

“I’m okay…You don’t need to fret.” Arthur turned to Francis. “And look at you. You actually look healthy and lively for once.”

“Oh mon lapin…” Francis breathed. He reached out to caress Arthur’s cheek but pulled his hand back. “You’re bleeding a bit still, let me get you a bandage. And some water. Then we’ll have a nice big meal.”

Francis rushed towards the kitchen, only stopping half way when he heard Arthur call.

“Don’t start wallowing in self-pity Franny. I’m fine. And…It actually felt kind of good. Maybe we should add it to our sex life.”

Normally Francis would laugh at such a joke, but right now his mind was racing with what could have happened if Ludwig wasn’t there. How he almost did what he had feared most. At the same time…He licked the remaining blood off his lips. Francis wanted to taste him again.

Francis just stared at a smirking Arthur, letting it calm his mind. Arthur was okay. All three of them were in this together and they’d figure it out. But right now, Arthur needed a bit of TLC.

[sciderman]

Do you have any movie recommendations? (Any genre/year I don’t mind)

ouuugh! here, here. let me give you a list of some of my favourite movies. comfort watches. my comfort food. some you might've seen, some might be a little nicher... some i should probably rewatch again, and some you should probably rewatch again

hot fuzz (2007) sing street (2016) shirley valentine (1989) when harry met sally (1989) the nice guys (2016) the lost boys (1987) three men and a baby (1987) an american werewolf in london (1981) the mask (1994) galaxy quest (1999) paul (2011) megamind (2011) the emperor's new groove (2000) yeah. yeah.

[mayday396]

Story idea: The Constable and the Witch

Set in a Historical Fantasy version of Late 1600s Colonial America, a Constable from Massachusetts, Thaddeus Fernsby, keeps running into a Runaway Slave, who is a Witch, with Magical abilities granted to her by Phulu Bunzi, Chief blacksmith and lord spirit of the waters in Kongo Mythology.

Throughout the story, Thaddeus and the Witch become Chaotic Besties duo, while her Werewolf Partner of a Freedom Fighter thinks they are dating while pinning for the Witch.

The big bad of the series, are the Puritans because the Salem Witch Trials are going to Happen.

[charlotte--kensington]

Happy Halloween!

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 15.7K

Summary:

Alfred Jones loathed England.

Between what might have been an Urban Fantasy author's wet dream and the sad reality of modern day police life, being pushed off to the precinct in Soho was the last thing he wanted. Well, except maybe having to deal with a werewolf going on a sudden rampage in his precinct. That was even farther down the list.

Nothing he couldn't manage, however.

-

Below the cut you can find a small excerpt.

Something told Alfred that this would be one of those Fridays.

Perhaps it was the fact that he was currently barrelling down a cobblestone-road at full speed, on foot, armed with no more than a pair of cuffs and a couple of feet of silver chain. He sounded like an army regiment patrolling in front of Big Ben, going by the echo of his boots on the damp road and the constant ringing of his gear. How anybody expected him to catch a fully grown werewolf under these circumstances, he did not know.

"Dude, come out already!" he called down the narrow alleyway. The days were growing shorter again, and without as the pale gleam of sunlight disappeared beneath the horizon of glass and concrete, a gloomy, fog-filled darkness lowered onto the capital. He could hardly see his hand in front of his face, much less the alley ahead.

With a small grunt he readjusted the loops of chain hanging over his shoulder, taking a couple more tentative steps into the dark. The fog clung to him like a second skin. “It isn’t even a full moon! If you’re gonna be an edgelord, at least do it right!”

No reply.

“Drugs don’t make you cool, you know that?” he added in a last attempt at avoiding the trouble of actually having to catch a werewolf. "No clue whether they do the D.A.R.E. programme over here, but you should just say no!”

His appeal to the other’s younger, more virtuous self failed about as spectacularly as Alfred’s attempt at both gathering his gear and keeping up with the werewolf had, leaving the constable alone in the empty chasm between the back of a Chinese place and a second hand store.

His steps slowed down, and soon enough Alfred was down to what somebody else would have called a leisurely stroll, but what he would describe as a “tactical and cautious approach” in his report later. Between the lack of sleep and how hungry he was, Alfred’s body didn’t feel like running after a human-sized dog. Or a human turned into a dog. Or a dog that was a part-time human.

Sometimes Alfred envied the magical folks. Sometimes, like right now, when he was stuck searching one of them. He was no more than a Normal himself, at least in theory. He had what they called the Second Face, a fancy, magical-sounding way of saying that one of his ancestors (his great-great-great-(...)-grandma, in this case) had gotten freaky with some Magical (whose species they still didn’t know) but not gotten any of the cool powers out of it.

Alfred could see the second world, interact with it too, he just wasn’t part of it in any way that was actually interesting. It felt like the worst kind of gatekeeping - though he did his best to be a true girlboss, Alfred could never cross that border. Instead, they tried gaslighting him into thinking policing magical folks was just as good as being one.

It wasn't - as illustrated by the fact that Alfred wasn't the cool supernatural creature running from the law, that he wasn't the magically gifted mastermind, that he wasn't some werewolf or vampire or witch or even a fucking leprechaun. No, Alfred was the boring part of that equation. The cop. Hooray.

A part of him knew that being a Normal (or a better version of one) was a good thing in this line of work, but that didn't mean he wasn't still jealous. He knew that his outside position made him better at his job. Nonetheless there was something about tracking through badly lit streets late at night while also carrying heavy gear that just couldn’t compare to what the Magicals had.

Fine, so he couldn't be charmed. Or hypnotised. Or trapped with some vague contract (an ability that infuriated his landlady to this day). Magic just didn't affect him. Congrats to his lots-of-greats-grandma for actually boning some useful traits into the family tree.

The only issue this left was that, while they couldn't enchant him into doing their bidding, plenty of Magicals still had a plethora of other abilities to make his work hell. Alfred had long since lost count of how many times a vampire, upon noticing hypnosis didn't affect him, had simply gone in for the bite. The times a werewolf had done their best to turn him into carpaccio were in the double digits; the attempts at binding him to the fairy realm by ways of food and drink were only marginally lower.

Wasn’t being a regular mortal fun?

With a sigh Alfred snuck on, doing his best to silence the constant ringing and rattling of the chain he’d slung over his shoulder like the world’s heaviest and - more importantly - loudest lasso. He failed, as he had done so many times that day, it seemed. At this point he almost considered letting this one slide.

Who said there really was a werewolf? All he had really seen was a dude high enough to touch the tip of Elizabeth Tower (Damn, would you look at him, not calling it Big Ben?), and then a flash of light. Maybe he’d just taken a photo with flash turned on! There’d been that howl, so he just might have seen a dog he wanted to take a picture of.

Alfred turned around himself once, looked from one crooked brick wall to the other. Who could blame him, if he left? It was cold as hell, more than enough for him to see his breath in the air before him for a brief moment. He’d only get colder, if he stayed. And really, there was nobody around, so what if he just…?

It turned out Alfred could not just, because the second he took one step towards the other end of the alley, a clicking sound behind him made him stop in his tracks. A sound eerily similar to that of claws on cobblestone. His grip around the chain tightened.

In a slow, controlled movement (this time for real), Alfred turned on his heel. Just don’t startle him… he told himself, Just keep calm. He can smell your fear. For a moment, Alfred paused. Could the werewolf smell his fear? Or was that the river gods? Whichever one it was, Alfred must have been a human-sized air freshener to them, going by the stuttering pace of his heart, fast and unsteady as he tried keeping control over himself. Far too soon he caught a glimpse of the very thing (?) he had dreaded.

Matted fur hung off a wiry frame that, even hunched over, towered at least a foot above him, if not more. Bright, venomous green eyes gleamed at him with an otherworldly fury; saliva dripped from bared, razor-sharp teeth down onto the damp stone beneath. A deep, bone-chilling growl rumbled deep within the werewolf’s chest, a sound like that of an avalanche, of buildings collapsing. A sound that made Alfred’s legs turn to jelly.

“O-Oh, um- Hi, my dude! Howl- I mean- How’s it going?” Alfred stammered. “S-So, did you know drugs are bad for you?”