Been doodling a lot of random Skyrim past few days hehe. Lots of Companions/werewolves and BALGWOOF, OMG WIELDER IS EEEEVILLLL PUTTING THIS INTO MY BRAIN!!!
So I needed some inspiration and desided to do the 30 day monster girl challenge. But ended up coming up with an idea of a human school teacher running a school where somehow only “monster” girls end up attending. and then i did them all in 4 days. but they are all there.
Omg so I just watched a movie called Wolfwalkers. And it’s this beautifully animated movie about old Irish folklore werewolf-ish people and it is probably my new favorite movie. I highly suggest watching it. It’s so good!
Maria was born October 12, 1810 in La Coruña during the Napoleonic wars to Alvaro and Cecilia Romero (first to survive after several miscarriages), and grew up near a port where she’d get the chance to learn about other walks of life. She’d develop in interest in the sciences and generally how things work, which earned her a bit of a notorious reputation among a more superstitious crowd, which condemned these vices on account of their being “French,” in origin, labeling her an “afrancesado”. Years later, after traveling to London to attend a ladies’ seminary (painful time), she sought to debunk the existence of anything supernatural, but after contracting rabies in the process of trying to make a point, she’d succumb to the illness but to her own surprise and even dismay, she’d turn after experiencing the most heinous of visions. What followed was carnage, and she’d regret it forever. Returning home as soon as possible, she’d force herself to harness her alter ego to prevent from becoming victim from the experienced soldiers in the area, who had learned Guerilla warfare years before and could still use it. Over the course of about 5 years, she’d learn her condition and the tension she feels directly impact the violence level of the wolf, so within that time she’d metaphorically freeze her heart, becoming cold, analytical, and sometimes even cruel. All the while she’s reminded every full moon of her wrongs. Eventually after somewhat accepting her condition, she’s make it her responsibility to understand it on a scientific level within the scientific realm, at the cost of her own sanity. Within the main story, she’s the definition of emotional constipation
“I’ve never been perfect. I’ve never been… what other’s expected of me. But that didn’t matter… Because despite everything I had lost, everything that he knew, hehadstayed. ”
The words that left Tabbitha’s lips were agonized, her chocolate brown eyes flicking from place to place, her jaw tense and back a straight line. She didn’t talk about him, he had been so important to her yet she couldn’t bring herself to utter his name. She couldn’t bring herself to send his family a letter or call them, she couldn’t bare the thought of throwing out his worn down jacket. The memories that follows her over through the hiking trail and over the sandy water’s edge at the lake, through hallways and around backroads. Everything in Albion held an echo of him- of who she used to be.
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“C'mon Tabs! Just pick something and I’ll pay,” Alexander’s voice was full of laughter as he watched the redhaired Damphir, his body leaned against the shelves as Tabbitha glanced over the makeup, her iced coffee propped on her phone as she blushed, throwing the taller werewolf a glance, unable to hide the grin that filled her face.
“Anything I want?”
The Peruvian asked with some hesitation before she stood, looking at her boyfriend, chocolate eyes on his blue ones as she stepped closer, her darkly stained bottom lip pulled between her teeth. Alexander nodded, his own toothy grin reflecting her shy one as he gently ran his fingers across the guardian’s cheek. Stepping closer, the damphir pressed her lips to Alex’s, a brief kiss shared as loved poured from the senior student’s hearts.
“Then I want you to be my forever.”
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The memory flooded Tabbitha’s eyes as her stomach twisted into knots, in her hands was a carefully mailed invitation from Xander’s parents to his funeral, her heart shattering as the night replayed over and over within her mind. They had been in the United States over Spring break, their last spring break as High School students. At sundown Alexander had proposed with a simple ring as they stood against the water’s edge as the sea lapped at their feet. They had gone to a party to celebrate, a bunch of drunk humans packed into one flat… Tabbitha knew something wasn’t right but ignored it.
Then, someone pulled a knife on Alex. A silver coated blade, and Tabbitha froze.
The Damphir are the protectors of all species, from a young age each one is taught that their life is the first to go on the line for anyone else. This mentallity was not one that Tabbitha had, especially for those who she didn’t know and didn’t give a shit about her in return… But she had cared about Alexander and had sworn up down and backwards to protect him.
“I couldn’t even do that right.”
Brokenly, Tabbitha slipped the invitation within the locked diary she had, shaking hands reaching for the cardboard box of Camel Crush Silvers, pulling a cigarette out and lighting it.
“You’ll always be my forever, Xander..” The broken 17 year old whispered before she broke into a fit of sobs, the only answer was the echo of the home she’d been gifted as a going away present from her mother.
Vampires and werewolves may be ancient enemies, but there’s one thing that they agree on: cereal promotion. In this 1994 commercial for Count Chocula, the milk-sucking fangster promotes his then-new gimmick, werewolf marshmallows! It sure was a swell addition, but it does make you wonder whatever happened to Fruit Brute… (I heard he got a job as a disc jockey.)
