#werewolf ariane

[shardikart-blog]

eusian contraband horror romance film "my gestalt is a lycan"

[feyrianedoesart]

Inktober Day 14 - Werewolf (prompts list). My first OC, Ariane

[squidslugs-art]

ART FIGHT!!!!

i spent 100 years setting my characters up this year lol im so lazy. anyway attack me so i dont turn into a dark beast and start killing

[hrodvitnon]

In spirit of this spooky month, Elster having those built-in fangs from that one fic you wrote could make for a LOT of Halloween-themed fun times with Ariane.

This goes for either the more traditional Halloween fun times (just stuff like costumes and/or trick-or-treating, horror movies, etc.), or the sexier kind of Halloween fun times. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

I really do want to do a Halloween SIGNALIS doodle! Like Elster and Ariane getting dressed up (werewolf and witch, maybe?) to watch spooky movies, or play a spooky game, just having a fun time!

And then fifteen minutes into VHS and chill, Elster shows her teeth... >:3

[uchidachi]

I continue crowdsourcing my predictions for Dragon Age Dreadwolf. This time, it’s about babies. Which canonical (or possibly-canonical) couples got kids? (any form of child-acquisition applies in this poll)

I only included pairings between NPCs, but feel free to vote for any of them and also tell me if any player character ships have kids in your canon as well. Also left out any pairs that already canonically have kids, although the only i can think that fall under that umbrella are Bhelen & Rica and Oghren & Felsi. (Which is surprising considering the dwarves in Thedas are supposed to have fewer kids in general) (there are just not many children in this story in general)

[criffyzou]

My dragon age next gen kids moodboard were only humans and dwarves, so I started a new elfy one, and decided to document my process.

Here is the resulting rambling.

First thing I usually do is find stand-ins for the parents, to have *something* to start from. They usually don't appear on the moodboard itself, but I love to do that step.

I'm pinning these two deviantartists as Cammen & Gheyna, teens from the DAO dalish camp that the warden help get together (them but older & as parents). This is to keep to my theme of "kids that exist or survive thanks to the heroes of Thedas".

It's then time to pick a name. It can be a lore thing, i.e. Ailis Theirin is named after a chantry sister from Maric and Loghain's fereldan rebellion days, who raised Cailan and, I choose to believe, Anora too, once Loghain started bringing her to work. It can also be completely unrelated: I wanted an old french name for Pernille de Chalons, but as a french person myself, all of it sounded cringey; in the end her name is from the karpe song Au Pair. It sounds orlesian enough but is not actually french.

I'm not good at elven names in Dragon Age, my Lavellan inquisitor is named Sheana because I was being a Dune nerd when I learned there was a Siona among the emerald knights (iykyk). The reward for the quest Cammen's Lament is The Tale of Iloren and its corresponding codex, a book cherished by Cammen's family for generations. I like Iloren; it's technically a male keeper in the tale, but the name feels gender neutral, and I want that kid to be a girl.

Cammen & Gheyna get married in 9:30, but they're so young their first child doesn't have to be born for a number of years. By my referent point 9:52, I want her to still be a teen, around the same age as her parents when we meet them in Origins ? I don't actually know how old Cammen and Gheyna are. I also want Lena (born in 9:37) to still be the baby of the band; let's go with 9:35.

Now, class ! I really want a dalish warrior, but there aren't many interesting warrior specializations. Champion hasn't been used yet, but feels too similar to Ariane from Witch Hunt. Reaver is probably my best option.

Identity down, now to the moodboard specifics !

I like to follow the old lavellanpls template because it forces me to think about the character in details I would not have thought of.

Complexion is a square I use for faceclaims. Both Iloren's parents are white, like a lot of Dragon Age NPCs; I've not had a lot of wriggle room for non-white next gen kids outside of Zerlinda's son, whose dad is not shown, and Kieran, both Morrigan and Alistair being biracial even if Bioware doesn't show it. I don't really brainstorm for that one, I simply look at a lot of pictures until something clicks.

Wardrobe has a few armor options from my initial generic dalish pin rampage, that I may choose from when I have a better idea of the dominant color. My main issue is the lack of consistency in dalish heavy armor, and how hard it is to find a real life equivalent.

Hair can be Gheyna's red, Cammen's ash blond, or a mix of the two, but I have too many redheads already.

Now is the time I start to lie invent rather than extrapolate. I want this elven kid to be strongly attached to her dalish way of life, à la Velana, because we have enough self-loathing elves in canon. That could Home accounted for then, something representing the dalish camp, or the nearby Brecilian ruins.

Obviously I cannot resist the Animal square for a dalish from that clan, born after the werewolf conflict, to be a wolf despite how on the nose it is. I like when things are predictable.

Iloren has to be an extravert, if not because she was raised in a commune, then because we have more introverts in the current next gen lineup and I like balance. E, S and J feel right, let's try ESTJ. Yes this is relevant, as I use either the Season or Element squares as clues for the character's personality. Season I will probably put Brecilian forest in its winter dreariness, so let's focus on element: First one I can think of is ironbark, "surprisingly strong and very light". It is also somewhat blue in color; that is our first official color of the moodboard ! It doesn't feel very Reaver-y though, but we have other squares to express that.

Accessory square I often put down as a weapon, as that seems the most logical option for a prized possession. It could also be something sentimental from games lore, like Tini Kondrat's toy horse, like the one the warden gave Oghren as a joke, that he may have repurposed as an actual toy for his child. I've only played Reaver with two handed weapons, let's continue this trend. Ideally something resembling the Sulevin Blade from Inquisition, because it is the perfect weapon for Iloren, but not one she would have access to.

Last square unaccounted for is Texture, which is usually my "make the moodboard actually cohesive" free card, while keeping it relevant to the character, adding personality or background hints I could not fit into the rest. Reavers get off on pain, and bruises would fit into the blue-ish color scheme, while adding the reaver touch that was missing.

Aaaand we're done ! A brand new complete character, spun whole cloth from a vague desire to have an elf in the lineup.

[cityofruinrp]

mwm fcs for werewolfs?

Hey! Here are some faceclaims I'd love to see playing werewolves:

Ronen Rubinstein, Keith Powers, Sidharth Malhotra, Diego Luna, Benedict Wong, Dev Patel, Thomas Weatherall, Xolo Mariduena, Charlie Rowe, Chase Stokes, Elliot Fletcher, Froy Gutierrez, Aidan Turner, Alex Meraz, Arian Moayed, Gregg Chillin, Peter Dinklage, Shamier Anderson, Khary Payton, Brett Goldstein + many more!

[profiterole-reads]

Luz de Luna Carmesí by Lorena R. Jeffers

Luz de Luna Carmesí by Lorena R. Jeffers was a lot of fun. Rhys is the Alpha of the Crimson Lake pack. When Arian comes back from his exile, Rhys realises that they are mates.

I love m/m werewolf stories and I'm glad I've found a series of them to practise my Spanish. The characters are great and I can't wait to read the sequels.

Content warnings (Spoilerish):

Mentions of child abuse, rape

[threebirdsonawire]

When Ariana sang “met you once under a Pisces moon” do you think that was an allusion to her being werewolfkin? 🥺🌙

[skittle-art]

I don’t draw my ocs enough and I haven’t drawn her in a while. 

Btw I referenced the werewolf hand/paw off from another piece of artwork but I got permission from the original artist to make sure it was ok with them that I post this. 

Here’s the reference I used which is on the artist’s deviant art

And the artist also has an instagram, @ da_savannah

[caspercryptid]

loving this vampire era!! do you have any vampire/monstrous ocs?

Oh Christ this will not be a short list. Or a complete one. I'm gonna send all my boards under a cut, feel free to follow up and ask about whoever you like! FYI I have not had time to remake these boards with publically sourced images even though I want to eventually so as of right now none of the photography is mine and if anyone sees work I should credit or remove please let me know. Okay? Okay. Onto my monsters.

Lorelei Algamest [changeling]

Evangeline Ariane [Vampire/Angel, due to a mishap that ripped wings out of her after she was cursed.]

Penelope Robinson [draugr]

Zhong Luciano [werewolf]

Marceline Byron [Vampire]

Carrie, Harry, and Ford Darling [Kitsune]

Percy Proctor [Ghost]

Debbie Steele [Vampire]

Aaaaand I hit image limit. I also have a Fenghuang, another werewolf who cries a lot, another few angels, a demon, a LOT of fae, one very unhappy elderitch abomination with Depression, and so on. Also a lot more shifters including a jellyfish, cats, tigers, etc. Lots Of Friends.

[kinkyliterature]

Alpha Werewolf & The Midnight Ritual By: Arian Wulf

#Paranormal #AlphaMales #Seduction

"PERHAPS HE'LL STAY CHAINED FOR A LITTLE WHILE LONGER..."

When Dragus is given a mission to figure out the cause of villagers disappearing from their homes, he doesn’t think much of it beyond the usual suspects. It doesn't matter if it's demons or creatures that have wandered too close to civilized society. He intends to make short work of them.

The last thing he expects, after the task is done and he enjoys the feast that is thrown in his honor, is to wake chained to an altar. His packmates are going to have a field day when they find that their mighty alpha has fallen victim to a ritual sacrifice.

https://bit.ly/3wNedHo

[feyrianedoesart]

A piece from 2022 I somehow forgot to post here ?! Here's Ariane Decroix, my first developed OC. She's a werewolf in the Hellboy/B.P.R.D. universe ;)

[herwonderland7]

KINGDOM OF AERINA’S PEOPLE

THE CROWN PRINCESS OF AERINA AND MORIAN’S KINGDOM

"I'm here, aren't I?"

name ― Gae Aera, Riana Aera Morian

species ― Olympian Demigod

titles(s) ― Crowned Princess Aera, Scarlet Witch

personality ― Empathetic, Compassionate, Courageous

THE 3RD ‘CAREFREE’ PRINCESS OF AERINA AND MORIAN

“..My beloved sister... Is that you?...”

name ― Ariane Aurelia Morian

species ― Olympian Goddess

titles(s) ― 3rd Princess of Aerina and Morian, The Carefree Princess

personality ― Adventurous, Calm, Youthful

THE ‘KIND-HEARTED’ FORGOTTEN KING OF MORIAN

“I’m not needed anymore.”

name ― Aquilles Morian Nikolaus

species ― Titan God, Werewolf

titles(s) ― Previous King Morian

personality ― Considerate, Daring, Forgiving

THE ‘TENDER-HEARTED’ WHITE QUEEN

"There's always a reason."

name ― Lenora Aerina Delcour

species ― Titan Goddess, Amazon

titles(s) ― White Queen, Queen Aerina, Amazon Queen

personality ― Anxious, Caring, Generous

THE ‘VICOUS’ RED QUEEN

"Foolish, weak. That describes everyone living in these world."

name ― Leonor Eraena Delcour

species ― Titan Goddess

titles(s) ― Red Head, Red Queen

personality ― Delusional, Desperate, Power-hungry

THE FRIENDLY-SAVAGE WITCH

"I'm just an old lady. What do you want?"

name ― Grandma Kim

species ― Primordial

titles(s) ― The Elderly Witch

personality ― Amusing, Charismatic, Independent

KINGDOM OF AERINA’S LOYAL BUTLER

"My name is Zen Alberto and I am serving for Aerina’s royal household."

name ― Zen Alberto

species ― Wolf-Shifter

titles(s) ― Aerina's Butler, The Head of All Butlers

personality ― Awkward, Sentimental, Shy

KINGDOM OF AERINA’S LOYAL PROFESSOR

“It’s my honor to serve the princesses of Aerina!”

name ― Elexis Violeta Doukas

species ― Amazon

titles(s) ― Professor Violeta

personality ― Courageous, Disciplined, Knowledgeable

THE ‘WHITE QUEEN’S NON-MAGIC’ FRIEND

"I just want you to be happy."

name ― Saera Diamandis

species ― Non-Magic

titles(s) ― -

personality ― Compassionate, Considerate, Helpful

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[feyriane]

Ariane Decroix, one of my first OCs, I think??? Or the first? She’s a B.P.R.D. agent, a normal human who eventually gets cursed and becomes a werewolf. She was in the movie-verse, and i had written a whole story whose goal was to explain the transition of the movie characters to characters closer to the comics version. thus i had the characters i loved, and much freedom with stories - like I could incorporate stories with Roddel, Adoet de Fabre, Abe’s past (but I wanted to rather go towards the idea of Num-Yabisc and a people of the sea), ETC!

[packsbeforesnacks]

Unbreakable Oaths || Blanche & Winn

TIMING: Monday, May 25th, 2020, Sunset LOCATION: The Outskirts PARTIES: @harlowhaunted & @packsbeforesnacks SUMMARY: RIP Blanche Harlow, 1999-2020 WARNINGS: None.

Winn was lying on his back, in a small clearing in the woods near his home, sunlight casting shadows from the trees and onto his body. Meditation, all the latest psychological research showed, was effective in helping lessen symptoms of depression and anxiety in some patients. He wondered if the same was true for wolves. His stress levels, and his temper, were well-managed things. The easy-going, affable version of himself that he presented to the world — that was him. So, then, why, with Salva, had he…? Had he thought he could... kill. Winn didn’t have answers, none he liked. What he did have was standing plans with Blanche to spend part of Memorial Day “training.” Blanche needed to see a werewolf, up close, to see the shift, to see the movements of his body, to get a real sense for what she could be dealing with. She wasn’t a Hunter, not by a long shot, but every scrap of information she took in could prove useful if she ever found herself facing down the maw of another wolf. The best way, Winn figured, was the old-fashioned way, mock-fighting against him safely. So Winn needed, for both of their sakes, to be safe, to be calm. He’d already lined this up with his powers at their lowest. But, more than some, Winn knew things could go wrong in an instant. As Blanche approved, his ears perked up. But he didn’t rise. Not yet.

What a way to spend a part of Memorial Day. Blanche almost canceled on Winn. She almost told him that it was a bad idea, that she shouldn’t be trying to fight him off, that it was dangerous… But it was Winn, and she had seen Ariana shift at the beach to fight off that damn lobster. Honestly, it would be nice to blow off some steam. With Bea’s death, with Nell… Blanche had parked her car outside of Winn’s house, before hiking to the small clearing where Winn told her to meet him. Exhaustion clung to her, and she knew she would spend the better part of the night looking for any sign that Bea’s soul decided to stick around. There was nothing so far. And that was probably the most frustrating. Blanche squinted, coming through the trees as she concealed a yawn. “Winn,” Blanche called. Her tone was flatter than normal, and Blanche almost winced, trying to make her next words sound more enthusiastic. “What gives? Are we going to take a nap?” Actually, a nap didn’t sound bad.

The first thing that Winn noticed about Blanche was that she looked… tired. Guilt panged in his heart. He knew things with Adrien had been bad, but they’d talked about that, so… What new horror had this fuckin’ town decided to pull on Blanche? Winn stood, stretching out his still-human body and rolling his neck. Whatever had happened, he knew she’d open up slowly, so he went for the obvious ribbing: “You look like you need a nap, B. Hope you’re ready to get movin’! This ain’t your mama’s gym class.” Winn hesitated, a half-smile frozen on his face, considering… Safe. This was supposed to be safe. But… Would Blanche had even come if she wasn’t ready to do this? Probably not; they’d never had a problem cancelling this little dance party before, one thing or another popping up and throwing a wrench in their weekends. “I was takin’ a little doze in the sunlight, gotta get my beauty rest, after all.” He let the half-smile turn to a full one. “Alright, so, I’m gonna start you off… simple. Let you get acquainted with the wolf, sorry in advance for the sniffin’. Then, when you’re ready, we can move on to you tryin’ to land a blow on me, while I’m movin’... After that, well, maybe I’ll try to trip you up or somethin’, but I don’t want my claws anywhere near ya, dude, and neither do you. Just watch me and everything’ll go smoothly.” Hopefully.

“Watch it, my mom goes to jazzercise, and those bitches are mean,” Blanche responded automatically. She rolled her shoulders back, feeling them pop and ache. She’d been sleeping in Nell’s greenhouse for way too long, with what little sleep she was getting anyway. Blanche took a look at him a moment, considering. “You sure you don’t need a few more minutes in the sunlight for that beauty rest?” Blanche said. She was trying. At least she was trying. She needed to do something. Maybe this wasn’t it, but as Winn beamed at her, she wasn’t sure she could say no. It would be fine. “Good thing I showered before I came. You’re going to sniff me?” Blanche asked, raising an eyebrow at him, mildly amused at the thought. But she nodded. “Yeah, I saw one of you guys shift at the beach the other day when a karkinoid got a little too close to comfort. Don’t worry, I’m prepared.” Blanche would be lying if she said she wasn’t ready to watch Winn like a hawk. She had been a little too hypervigilant these days anyway. She doubted she’d even be able to land a real hit. What was she going to do? Kick him?

“Jazzercise,” Winn said, cocking an eyebrow at Blanche’s easy mention of her mother. Odd. File that away for a later conversation, if it actually meant anything. “Pretty sure some of the PTA moms go there, so, like mean bitches is, uh, accurate.” He shuddered, as per usual, at the thought of those women. It wasn’t that they were, like, the worst. Just the worst thing he had to routinely deal with. One good thing ‘bout the summer. “And, like, the sniffin’ just… happens, okay? Don’t worry ‘bout it, it’s a wolf thing.” Speaking of wolf things… “Wait, who’d you meet on the beach? I might know ‘em. Don’t know all the wolves in town, but it don’t hurt for me to know more.” Instead of waiting for Blanche’s answer, he turned his back to her and let the shift come on. Closer to the new Moon, Winn felt the ache of it more. The ways in which his body was growing, adjusting to the beast within him. He stared at Blanche when he was done, waiting patiently for her to make the first move.

And there was the wince when Winn mentioned the PTA. Her mom was a PTA mother. Probably a bad thing to joke about, but she wasn’t wrong. The PTA moms were mean. Her stomach twisted a moment when she thought of Linda Quinn, the other star mother, and she had to shake it off. Maybe, Blanche decided as she remembered the horrible things Rio had shown her, all PTA mothers were evil. She sucked in a deep breath, and tried to focus on what Winn was saying. “I think you just like my scented body wash,” Blanche folded her arms over her chest, grinning. Oh, wait, she could tell Winn who she met. “Yeah, you do know her. It’s Arian—ah.” Blanche trailed off as Winn shifted. Well. There it was. She took an automatic step back as her eyes narrowed. Winn was less likely to attack her, but Blanche couldn’t believe Winn wanted her to just waltz up to him and punch him in the snout. And she sort of felt a little ridiculous. This felt a little ridiculous! Kaden and Adam would have simultaneous strokes if they knew they were doing this. That was fine by her, she supposed. “Okay…” Blanche said, slowly, “I’m going to try to hit you now.” It was fine. They didn’t have to find out. On the balls of her feet, Blanche jerked forward and really did try to punch Winn in his werewolf face.

Aaaand a miss. Winn hadn’t been expecting to take it on the snout, not with Blanche’s first punch anyway, but… well, he might have more work to do here than he thought. The wolf was front and center — calm, but mostly because it didn’t sense any threat from Blanche… at all. C’mon, brain, give her more credit than that. Maybe they should’ve started in human form? Get Blanche comfortable punchin’ Winn’s face before askin’ her to aim at the beast. But, well. They were here now, and Winn wasn’t gonna change back until he could get back to his house and tell B to cover her eyes. There were just things that you didn’t want your more-or-less-sister-figure to see. Okay. He’d stay… still. He wouldn’t move. He’d just let him hit her. It literally wouldn’t hurt. The wolf grumbled, unhappy with even being hit at all, but Winn powered through. He approached Blanche, slowly, so slowly. There was no way she could miss.

This was a goddamn waste of time. Blanche realized that as soon as they started. She wasn’t opposed to kicking the crap out of something, but this wasn’t it. She was too tired to be trying to punch a werewolf in the face. She wasn’t a hunter, this wasn’t her job. Why did she need to be prepared if something attacked her in the first place? She would just die, and then it would be over. Isn't that what happened to Bea and Nell? Nell walked away from it traumatized, but Bea was headless and stuck in some fucking freezer somewhere. Bea, who couldn’t be bothered to show up to her own fucking summoning. They continued for a while, back and forth, Blanche slipping each time before she finally couldn’t take it anymore. “Alright! Enough! I’m done!” Blanche snapped, frustration finally built up enough to snap, holding up her hands and then running them down her face, muffling her next words: “I’m just going to go home.”

To say that this was going… poorly was an understatement. It was clear that Blanche was more tired than she let on. Winn should’ve stopped, but his wolf-brain was in the driver’s seat. And the wolf wanted exercise. At its best, this was play-fighting, something that the two of them could look back on and laugh when Blanche eventually kicked his ass. When he had a player who just wasn’t getting it, there were two options: keep pushing or back off. So, he kept coming at her, and she kept missing. By the time she raised her hands in defeat, Winn was just about ready to let her throw in the towel. Had she kept her damn hands outta her eyes, he probably woulda. But that was fuckin’ dangerous and Blanche needed to— He couldn’t let her— This was safe. He was safe. But real life was fuckin’ dangerous, and if she was hell-bent on gettin’ into messes and putting herself at risk, then she needed to be prepared. All of this was in the back of his mind as he ran at her again, loud, loud thuds on the ground as he bounded up to Blanche, paws up in an obvious “Gotcha!” and a toothy smile on his maw. He’d just give her a little scare, and then they’d stop and come back at it again.

Winn scared the shit out of her. Blanche had just said she was done and was going to stop, but the next thing she knew was there was a wolf running at her, teeth bared. She panicked, scrambling backward, and screamed long and loud as she shoved her hands out in front of her as blood pounded in her ears. Like others before, Winn was thrown away from Blanche. The familiar energy under her skin burst from her as her adrenaline laced fear shoved Winn away from her. Blanche scrambled back, eyes wide as she watched Winn connect with a tree. Shit. Was he fucking stupid?! She said she wanted to stop! “Winn!” Blanche snapped, but things didn’t feel right. Like she had just lifted something that was far too heavy and carried it anyway. She staggered. “Shit—”

Winn remembered the force hitting him, his back connecting with a tree, and then—

The wolf crumpled to the ground, a low growl buried in the back of its throat, coming out slow and dangerous. Pain, like it had fallen down a mountain. Nothing was broken, it would be fine. But it would not underestimate this human again. It snarled, teeth bared, hackles raised, as it rose from the ground, eyes finding the human and narrowing. The human shouted something foreign to it, something in its own language, crude and loud. The wolf gnashed at the air, the tiniest of warnings. The Moon would come, soon, and it would stain the earth with blood as it bit. It always savored the snap of bone, the chase that it would give the human through the forest, its home territory. The wolf howled, rage bounding into the air, an offering to the sky. And then, it ran at the human. Nothing would stop it from its prey.

The only thing that Blanche could think of were Lauren Langley’s insides pouring out of her as she showed Blanche her true form. Werewolf attack. Kaden’s mother and father were mauled by werewolves. Blanche didn’t exactly register what was happening as she froze, eyes wide as Winn’s snarling face came crashing towards her. Blanche had never seen Winn like that — she had never been in this position. She was rooted straight down into the ground. She couldn’t even scream. She couldn’t move. Move you idiot, try to run! If she was going to die, why the hell was she going to die standing there like an idiot. She wasn’t going to be like all the other fucking stupid people in this town that just died. Inky black spots appeared in her vision and her knees hit the grass first as her entire body crumbled, arms going to cover her head.

Why was it not running? The wolf watched, almost in slow motion, as the human crumpled to the ground, far enough away from the thing that it had had plenty of time to run away from the wolf. Run! said a voice, in that crude tongue. But, as the wolf came upon the human, raised its claws to rend its flesh from its bones, it found it could not. The heartbeat was— A growl, now, but not from its own gut. But from its own throat? No. No, this would not do. It brought its claw down—

— and Winn stopped himself, coming back to his senses. His vision was blurry, his senses scattered to the winds. Fuck. What the fuck. He’d known Blanche could throw him, rationally, but to be actually thrown. It was awful, wild. It had pushed him to an edge, an edge he almost didn’t back away from. He had to… He had to go, to get away. What if he fucked up, what if he hadn’t been able to stop the wolf? Blanche was... It was safer, for her, if he left. He couldn’t be trusted, with a human life. Why the fuck had he thought he’d be safe for Blanche to fight? Stupid, idiot, useless motherfucker. He whimpered, soft at the back of his throat. Would she be... alright? She had to be. He couldn’t shift back, tried and couldn’t. Dammit, fuck. He… He had to go. He had questions, but no thoughts about where to find answers. Had Salva been right about him?