#cause the wolf is a cat

[wuacksnack]

My own version/designs of babqftim

cause everything I liked in elementary school has to come back to me some how.

I wanted it to be more 1920s based cause they are/based of cartoons from the 1920s.

[fromtheseventhhell]

"Sansa = Ned 2.0 and Arya = Catelyn 2.0" is one of those takes where you can just tell people are more attached to the aesthetic than anything. "The Stark girls are most like the parent they look least like" sounds good on paper and people run with the idea, regardless of how it actually fits into the story. A majority of the justification relies on misinterpreting all of their characters + a healthy dose of fanon. What gets me is that this is the same fandom that insists that Lyanna, only compared to Arya in the text, is equal parts Arya and Sansa but Ned and Catelyn, two fully fleshed-out and complex characters, have to be more like one girl or the other? There's just nothing in the story to justify being so adamant about these comparisons. Arya and Sansa have parallels with both of their parents but at the end of the day, they are unique characters with their own stories. I'll never understand why people want to flatten these complex characters down to their most basic tropes and fit them into restrictive boxes just for a "poetical~" comparison.

[crazywolf828]

Some fun pet drawings I did over on Reddit while figuring out how to draw digitally

[black-parade-phantom]

If we got the Big Bad Wolf, we must also get the Cheshire Cat, right?

[clownputo]

So sorry for my wack ass posting schedule N̶o̶t̶ r̶e̶a̶l̶l̶y̶ t̶e̶e̶h̶e̶e̶

Edit: extra parts I'm just gonna link underneath for my convenience

[nightmarearian]

tfw you just give up and make monster Ody a shapeshifter cause he has like 5 different animal motifs and/or similar monsters you could pull from

[spiralofants01]

I’m in the process of needlefelting Falconscream! Fun fact I needle felt!!

[emypony]

twitter won't get this but i know y'all will

the felis erasure in regards to the concept arts is criminal how dare you

[corvidaeconundrum]

TW: Animal death, very mild gore, disturbing imagery, fawnstalk(thats a tw all on its own)

/ you killed her, Copperstrike. /

/ What a shame. /

( @mustangs-flames )

[crushed-oranged-angered]

In the Give Guns to Kids teen wolf au, do you think Derek tries to give Kira a gun at some point (because she can't be hanging around this lot with no means of protection) before he finds out she has antique electrified swords? Or does she get a gun regardless.

This is such a hard question cause like. Partially because Kira and Allison are so similar in the way their parents hide their family history. And like I truly believe if they could’ve gotten away with it, Chris and Victoria (of season 1) would never have let Allison get involved in the . . . family business (Victoria is an insane character like absolutely ‘girl what’s going on up there’ in season 2 but part of me is kind of like. Is this her trying to regain control of her situation? Idk).

Kira’s parents though REALLY feel like the opposite of ‘give children guns’. Like if anything, I feel like waiting to share this complicated, delicate family history that is also so intrinsically tied into Kira’s being until she’s almost 17 and then like also share it in front of her new (werewolf) almost boyfriend was like kind of a wild choice? I feel like, in this ‘werewolf bite = giving children guns’ universe, this is the equivalent of being raised in an anti-gun household and then one day finding out not only does the boy you have a crush on have a gun, but your mom owns katanas and you come from a long line of women who are just naturally skilled at wielding them but turns out you do need training because if you can’t take control of the swords, they start shooting bullets.

[artseniccatnip]

big bad wolf....

[napps-resting-forest]

Who wants to be the extroverted and energetic dog to my introverted and tired cat

[bleeding-hart]

some sketches

based on @theicarusconstellation's writing

I keep thinking of details I left out and stuff I need to fix but if I let myself do that I'm going to go insane so we're leaving it at this

Also some Sirius because they're a fucking king and we love them (I very strongly hc them as genderqueer and using any pronouns, but specifically he/they/she/it)

The dress was a bit of a failure but hey it looks like fabric at least I think maybe

[ronkeyroo]

Saturn meeting the Twin Planets™️

Im sorry i had to do it 😭

Anyways, its so good to see you back with a new blorbo to your collection 🫂💖

WAAHHH NANIII Thank you so much my friend ;_;) Life goes on and the blorbo collection grows....This time its silly Pokemon Shenanigans, with crazy SPACE NERDSSSSS no less muAHAHAH

[idiotwithanipad]

More 2am brainrot angst in these horrid times🥺

Robin has nightmares often, he just doesn't admit it. They aren't 'peaceful' nightmares either. Not just waking up suddenly and going straight back to sleep, no. They're terrors. They made him fear going to sleep for 20 years, only adding to his trauma and 'madness'. It's the same nightmare each time; he's all alone again, no life, no home, just the burned tree and wet grass. The dark night sky above with Moonah nowhere in sight, the wind cold and the trees in the forest creaking like a chorus of people mourning and wailing in sorrow.

He can hear voices up ahead but every time he goes to chase after them, they just seem to get further and further away. They're calling his name, his older name, the name he went by before. At first their just calling his name, then they're shouting his name, and eventually they're screaming and shouting his name until they sound hoarse, as if they've been through hours of this. He tries to call back to them but no words comes from him, he can't make a sound.

The cries for his name then turn into screams, just screams. Horrible, blood chilling, lung ripping screams. They aren't coming from up ahead in the distance anymore, they sound like their coming from everywhere; every tree, every blade of grass at his feet, the very wind itself. Every time they start, he wants to clamp his hands over his ears so he won't hear them anymore, but his arms are seemingly trapped at his sides and he can't move them at all.

The screams go from sounding anguished and pained, to vengeful and hate filled. He can't take it anymore. He can't move, but he spins around anyway, SOMETHING spins him around. He comes inch to inch, face to face with his late mother, her jaw practically dropped down against her chest, blood gargling from her throat, eyes bulging and full of fury, the flesh of her face peeling away and rotting in an instant.

He shoots up, awake. Yelping and batting his hands at the air in front of him, pushing himself back away from where he slept. Sweat prickling at his hairline and the back of his neck, the room suddenly feels as cold as that empty land in his nightmare. His chest rises and falls frantically as he looks to every corner of the room to make sure that there ARE corners, that there ARE walls, and that he isn't still in that terrible place.

He doesn't give himself a chance to calm down, he gets to his feet and leaves the room, heading into the other rooms. Checking to make sure everyone is still there. Everyone is blissfully asleep on the beds. He gives a sigh of relief when he can hear Julian snore, he takes a few deep breaths when he spots Pat lying on his back, being careful not to roll onto his arrow and wake himself up again with a girly shriek. He goes into Kitty's room and approaches the young, sleeping woman. Carefully flipping the feathers resting in her hair up and away from her face so that they wouldn't tickle her awake again. If he could pick up the blanket, he'd tuck her in tight and wish her pleasant dreams.

He checks on everyone, The Captain, Thomas, Fanny. He even searches the whole house until he finds Humphrey's head resting atop some shelves in the library. All the while, his mind is in a frenzy; he won't be able to rest until he's made sure his tribe is safe, only then will he be able to shake the feeling of somebody stalking right behind him, breathing and croaking down his neck with each step he took. If he'd turn his head to the side, he'd come nose to nose with his poor mutilated mother again, never sure if he'd ever be able to earn her forgiveness for his one act of accidental negligence. An act he's still paying the price for every night in his dreams.

He checks on Alison and Mike, and their newborn lying in the cot. He checks his mouse family and Graham, the suit of armour. He goes outside to Fanny's pet cemetery to check that all the familiar scents of the long departed animals are still there where he remembers them being laid to rest. He looks up at the stars and counts his familiar friends. Moonah is above him and emerging from the black clouds, her pale face gazing down at him in all her pity and mercy.

He can go inside now. His mother isn't behind him anymore, he doesn't have to fear looking over his shoulder as he ascends the stairs. He doesn't have to keep his ears open for screaming coming from the woods, he doesn't have to worry about seeing that burned tree again, and he doesn't have to be alone anymore.

At least, not until he decides to go to sleep again.

He's back in his room now, against the wall which he's trying not to fall back through. He's stroking the furs at his chest and clinging to himself, letting his held back tears finally fall.