#she is not a werewolf

[supersappho]

To be able to shift, a witch must be attuned to the beast she's trying to become and that means knowing every nook and cranny of its anatomy. Desdemona is highly familiar with wolves but since she isn't one, there are just somethings that are a little bit off

[dyrewrites]

Yes, Mistress -- Mariette has thoughts

So the big, hot puppy thinks he can go and write a book with me in it and not tell me? Not share all the pretty coins it earns him, after all I’ve done for him? And what a book it is!

My my my!

What lies he spits of me.

Of us.

Painting my Mistress and I as single-minded things, boring things wanting only for his kitty. Well, that won’t do. No, no, no.

Here is my story, delicious reader. Wherein all my most delectable toys, all of my tastiest meals and even the horrid little dungeon my Master forced me in, are explored in full.

Beware, in here there are no places to hide from truth.

You are not safe. No one is.

But I promise it’ll be fun...won’t you play with me?

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Vampires are real, I saw one.

Okay, so I already knew they were at the time, but that’s not important.

It was sometime in the mid 1600s and I saw a vampire in person...and fell in.

Love is a strong word I’ve never been comfortable with.

But it was something.

She was out in broad daylight, which I didn’t think they could be. Mother always insisted they were a nighttime monster, and that we had to keep garlic around to ward them off—I suspect she was more trying to ward off the pretty young ladies I kept bringing home.

Yet this one was out in the sun. Midday even!

The ones she fed on seemed to consent to it too, swooning, even moaning, and what a sight.

Still, it is a shock to turn a corner and see someone on a bench with another person’s neck in their mouth. Their hands on their back and head so intimately...with blood dripping in a slow, somewhat salacious manner down their collar. Mm, where was, right—the vampire’s eyes shined brighter than the sun as they fluttered with the feeding, skin not so much pale as glowing. It was tan, mind, her skin that is. Deliciously tan.

There was something so perfectly alien about her. For it had to be female, you understand; so beautiful, such flowing hair and slender fingers, however long they stretched—and I wouldn’t have craved her so were she male.

Ethereal, I thought, and terrifying as she finished and dropped her meal unceremoniously to the stone walkway. Oh, oh but when she licked blood off fangs near the length of my finger—jaw shrinking back to something resembling human—well...that cinched it. I had to have them inside me. Somehow, some way, I had to. If I lived, all the better, but even to die in them would be bliss.

So I returned to that bench the next day, and the next, hopeful the beautiful vampire would see me...want me. Choose me.

When I heard talk of bodies, drained and left to rot, I chased outside my city—my home. To another and another, chasing those fangs, those hands, those eyes brighter than sunlight.

What I found was no sweetness, no ethereal woman come to make my death bliss.

No, I found a man, a small man of deathly pallor and eyes of sleet. Yet he wanted me, he chose me...and he was too quick to escape. He broke me into something new. Something feral and strange, fangs too thick and unruly, fighting my lips until I bent to them and became the thing they wished. Oh, I could change back as easy, seamless and painless. Wolf to woman and back again. But my maker found it disgusting, found me disgusting, locked me in a dungeon with his other failures until I learned to stop being a wolf.

My change wasn’t the sensual affair sweet Vicki was given...nor was it much of an affair at all. A bite, a drink of iron and cold piss and I woke in a coffin.

As for the dungeon? What Master Jacques called failures...I cannot. They succeeded in all they intended. He tossed me in clothed, but they were certain all my skirts were torn, my corset chewed off, and the pretty camisole I wore beneath it shredded. It got worse from there.

[bi-hop]

They’re literally such a fun little duo it drives me normal #TransUnity

[casually-eat-my-soul]

Okay so like stick with me but young Derek, alive hale fam au.

So like the Hale family finds out that Derek has a crush on Sheriff Stilinski’s delinquent son, and has mixed reactions. Talia is torn between amusement, worry and wanting to dislike stiles. Papa hale is very protective but thinks it funny that him and his son have the same tastes.

Peter is ecstatic, Stiles once beat him in chess when running from the cops. (stiles was running and sat down in the park around people for cover, turns out he interrupted a chess tournament. Peter challenged him to a game if stiles lost, Peter would turn him over to the police. If he won, stiles could use him as an alibi)

The rest of his siblings don’t really have an opinion other than using Derek’s crush to make fun of him EXPECT for Laura. Laura is in a one sided rivalry with stiles.

As the sheriff right hand deputy she was tasked with keeping an eye out for stiles and she constantly loses him. Which shouldn’t be possible because she’s a werewolf. She can never connect him to a crime he’s committed and can never prove anything. Can’t go to a judge a say “oh he left a scent trail which I followed because I’m a werewolf.”

Derek brings him home to dinner after they start dating. Unfortunately, the day that Derek brings him over, is also the day that Laura had to run around town taking reports of his crimes. She is fuming. Stiles looks her dead in her twitching eye and asked her how her day went.

The only crime she can connect him to is when he commit aggravated assault against a few of Derek’s teammates went to far with hazing. (Derek refused to fight back as not to hurt them) she lets him off.

[wis-art]

Waleria L. Brzęczyszczykiewska :)

I did a bit of redesigning and now she does not have boobies she's a tgirl pre hrt

[werecreature-addicted]

maybe I'm just a little freak who likes body hair too much but I do find it annoying when people draw werewolves in a human form and they're like... clean-shaven pretty boys. If any man should look like something you pulled out of the fucking drain it should be a werewolf. A little body hair isn't going to bite you I promise. I don't know a ton about art to be fair but I'm 90% sure you can draw him with dirt under his nails and you won't throw up.

[tcustodisart]

Boop the snoot

[marella-moon]

awooooo werewolves of london

[gorgynei]

doodled a moment from my wenclair fic. runs away

[ukegenius]

BLOOD WARNING ⚠️

I FINISHED IT WEREWOLF LADY AND HER VAMPIRE "LAB PARTNER"

fun progress shot

just wanted to show this rendering off have a nice day drink some water take ur meds eat a nice snack bye gold byee !!

[weepingalaxy]

me when ouppy.

[gothoffspring]

chew toys not included. you can use cold water to 'activate' the patterns on her werewolf form like the hearts and stars.

[noisyghost]

im doing my yearly redraw of all my OC ref sheets because i will never be satisfied. anyway. here's josie! she bites :)

[hemipenal-system]

human walking their werewolf partner and people keep asking to pet her. its not even a sex thing she’s just really friendly and enjoys people fluffing her fur

[cherryfull]

More ash and bette cuz they’re occupying like 95% of my brainspace rn

[bearsandswears]

Asena is perfectly comfortable with nonsexual nudity (you kind of have to be as a werewolf, the clothes don’t come with), but seeing a chance to make Gale blush activates her prey drive.