#he’s a werewolf

[hexa-ro]

I fear Remus Lupin and his breeding kink occupy too much of my daily thoughts…

[silvermoth0]

Bby✨

@greysoulw

[bobateaboo]

That awkward moment when you try to mug some loser on their walk home and their service dog starts growing to the size of a small apartment

His person is made by @andizoidart :]

Reblogs > likes

[pachokiss]

but pat you can’t just make a yassified version of every character you’re obsessed with

[grim-has-issues]

And you’re a werewolf.

Did you know? The original text of La Belle et la Bête (Beauty and the Beast) doesn't give an exact description of the Prince's beastly form. It's implied throughout that he's bipedal, and he seems to be some sort of animalistic humanoid, but the details are sparse. Most people are familiar with the horned and fanged bear-like design Disney gave him. In classical illustrations he's depicted as a tiger man, a strange fanged elephant-man hybrid, or even as a semi-reptilian creature.

I don't buy the tiger or elephant interpretations. Why? Because of the story's lore. In La Belle et la Bête's original text, the Beast isn't transformed by a witch trying to teach him a fucked up lesson. He's cursed as a punishment from a god that ruled over a forest where he hunted a magic deer, unaware that the deer was a shape-shifting nymph princess. The vengeful god gave the prince the traits of one of the beasts of the wood he reigned over. An 18th-century French forest, with no fucken Tigers or Elephants in it.

You know which depiction was very common, but never depicted in modern re-imaginings? A wolfman. That's right. Beauty and the Beast is a Werewolf love story. This bastard is a werewolf and I'll die on that hill. Also, in the original story he doesn't save Belle from wolves, he saves her from drowning in frigid water when the surface of a frozen lake cracks under her feet. Wolves are actually totally cool with him and he hangs out with them and hunts boars with them using his beast teeth. He's bros with the wolves. Interesting.

Dracula is a werewolf. Beast is a werewolf. It's werewolves all the way down.

[what-am-i-doing-in-this-fandom]

the werewolf stan is amazing btw thank you

No, thank you!!! In fact, here's more just because you sent this ask (and probably the other one too, I love you)!!!!! More!!!!!!!!

They are liars <3

Part one is here!! ;P

Part three is here!! 'cause I can't control myself 😔

[sanctus-ingenium]

look at my creature

[dinoserious]

full moon dogey

[syoddeye]

you get a new neighbor.

he moves into the flat across the courtyard. same floor, same narrow balcony. a smoker with restless, twitchy hands. you catch glimpses of him through the blinds.

you’ve never been one to keep them open—facing another unit all these years, privacy has been a comfort. but now, often without thinking, your fingers find the cord, tilting the cheap plastic slats just enough to peek through.

unlike you, he doesn’t bother with curtains. either unbothered or proud of his sparsely decorated, meticulously kept space. when he’s home, he spends hours in full view of his windows. sinking into his couch with a controller in hand, headset on. sometimes, not as often, a book. pacing, phone pressed to his ear, wearing a track into the floor.

more often than not, though, he’s maintaining his body. that, he clearly takes pride in. push-ups. crunches. weights. he’s fit. almost always shirtless. almost always in joggers or shorts. a thick pelt of hair across his chest, matching the wild, overgrown mess on his head. whatever cut he once had, it’s grown out strangely—a longer ridge along the top of his skull, like the raised hackles of a dog. it connects to an untrimmed tangle of a beard, hiding what must be a sharp jawline if it matches the body.

you know what it looks like—watching someone like this. if you admitted it to anyone, they’d call you a creep. a pervert.

but you can’t stop.

you don’t even know when your new little habit began. the moment the sun sinks, your lights go off. you sit in the dark, barely moving behind the slats. waiting. watching.

your spine goes rigid, every nerve at attention, when he steps onto the balcony for one of his many smokes of the night. saliva pools on your tongue in anticipation.

a cigarette dangles from his lips, moonlight catching every plane and muscle of his torso. he stretches. his big, broad back flexes as he grips the rail. biceps bulging when he pulls one arm over his chest, then the other, thatches of pit hair poking out.

however, it’s his eyes that draw you in.

bright blue. too bright. a glowing, animalic eyeshine. fresnel lenses, catching and refracting the light. as unnatural as they are alluring. unsettling in a way that itches at the back of your skull—but still, it makes you want to wrench the door open and leap across to him.

the same feeling you get standing at the edge of a cliff or rooftop.

then, he lifts his head. tilts it back until his nose juts into the air and sniffs.

you freeze. glance up at the closed, locked glass door. he can’t.

smoke billows from his lips as his gaze sweeps the courtyard. down at the ground, then scanning the floor beneath you. searching.

a shiver slides down your spine. you will yourself smaller, pressing into the shadows. he can’t possibly know you’re watching, let alone smell you through the walls and windows.

but then, just as you think he’ll go back inside, he turns his head slightly, just a fraction, toward you.

the cigarette burns, momentarily forgotten, between his fingers. his gaze fixes on you, direct and unblinking.

but there’s no way. no way he sees you in the dark.

then he smiles. the barest quirk of his lips. a knowing pull at the corner of his mouth.

he turns, steps inside, and yanks his blinds shut.

your breath catches. the slats slap against each other as you jerk back, heart hammering, blood roaring in your ears. you reach for the cord, fumbling, pulling too hard—yanking the entire thread free with a sharp, splintering snap.

not two minutes later, as you’re still panicking, up on your toes, uselessly trying to thread it back into place—an insistent knock rattles your door.

[girlgregheffley]

and why didn’t they make tyler lockwood gay?

[gammija]

A little something silly in my werewolf/vampire jmart au, for @milkteamoon as part of @magnusforgaza. Thank you!

This specific project has now closed, but here's a list of artists who are still individually taking requests for Gaza donations - go check them out

[silvermoth0]

A staring problem 🩶

[cloud-ya]

finally beat dark gaia today, had to draw werehog about it

[tubapun]

Fun Scooby-Doo fact I just realized: Fred is the only member of the gang who has not yet recieved a Werewolf form (as of 2024)

Velma: gets turned into a Werewolf by a wizard in Scooby-Doo! and the Goblin King (2009)

Daphne: gets turned into a Werewolf by a ghost curse in The 13 Ghosts of Scooby-Doo (1985)

Shaggy: gets turned into a Werewolf by Dracula (and his hunch bunch) in Scooby-Doo! and the Reluctant Werewolf (1988)

Scooby-Doo: gets turned into a Werewolf (human) in a nightmare Shaggy has in Big Top Scooby-Doo! (2012)

[squidinu]

raider werewolf

[what-am-i-doing-in-this-fandom]

Yeah, I don't know about you, Fidds, but I'd fold at this 🙏

Previous!!

Next!!

First!!