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who's afraid of the smol bad wolf? / this was going to be my photography and writing until I discovered gifsets (citizen ecologist, complete nerd, they/them)

I drew a bunch of silly stuff with my werewolf woman and decided to gather it one post. Sometimes you just have to decompress through being goofy

You can read about her here.

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These comics are just some silliness I drew for fun. It's not really canon, she lives in a separate setting and isn't able to talk as a werewolf. Her original story is also pretty rough and tragic.

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Pumpkin carving comic was a reward I drew for my patron Taxis

Beach comic was a reward I drew for my patron Shroom

okay but the American education system literally didn't tell us how to defend against horse archers

I'm sorry but the comments being full of people confidently proclaiming that a shield wall or a counter-charge would totally work is the most Tumblr thing ever.

I love my council of useless blue haired pronoun eunuchs but you are going to get us murdered by parthian cataphracts.

Sorry crassus.

dont get me wrong this is #mood but just try eating a piece of bread with salt. please, seriously. ok? at least a tiny bit. salt helps with nausea, bread calms the stomach acid. if you really can’t face eating anything, just lick some salt like a damn elk, then wait and see if you can manage the bread. make some broth if you’re into that kind of thing. no spices, yes salt. if you’re feeling too weak and shaky to do much, just have a cup of tea with sugar (energy) and lemon (again, good against nausea). nibble on the lemon first, it will feel good, but don’t overdo - citric acid on an empty stomach is a majorly bad idea. take care of yourself, you’re the only you we’ve got

You’re the only you we’ve got”

ok!!! ♥️

Yeah okay ill reblog that!!

This is so damn sweet and also good to know. I regularly have this struggle

fun fact: this painting depicts a duel between a Black man (the Chevalier de Saint-Georges) and a trans woman (the Chevaliere d'Eon)

A friend of mine has been reading The Locked Tomb trilogy aka descended into Lesbian Necromancer Hell . He's having a great time, and been sending me reports from the pits.

Now I know that in the context of the story "DEATH TO VULTURES AND SCAVENGERS FIRST" is very poetic and badass, but taken with the context that this is the motto of the bone-manipulating guys, the motto sounds slightly less badass and more like they've been having an ongoing problem with Lammergeiers.

Thing is,

A Lammergeier is like, the single most badass familiar an osteomancer could have. Fuck off huge raptorial bird that is either black and white or black and blood red so either way it goes with your goth-ass aesthetic and is extremely easy to train to bring you fun and interesting new bones? Why does the ninth house NOT have these?

Oh right. Jod.

Anyway, this combined with a previous idea I had about Truly Awful Bird/Mammal combinations for The Worst Gryphon Ever, and you know what? Some fuckass idiot in that universe WOULD make a Lammergeier/Spotted Hyena Gryphon. Now that's a creature made to fuck over necromancers six ways from Sunday.

Eats flesh AND bones.

Constantly scream-laughing.

Terrifyingly intelligent.

-And then whatever idiot created this abomination made it big enough to ride and drool corrosive venom because everyone in that universe automatically doubles down on any bad idea they have.

Harrow is sobbing at it's mere existence.

Gideon is trying to cradle it in her arms. This is their daughter now.

"Daddy harrowhark put a bone in mommy griddlecakes and she made Princess Bonefucker Ultraviolence 9000 and birthed her with her own womb-" Gideon is saying aloud in the most babytalk voice possible to the gryphon, who is rolled over on its back and entirely agreeable with being smothered with affection, because if the Gryphon has a sole redeeming feature it's that it possesses the zen like chill that comes from the bone-deep knowledge that it is at the absolute apex of the local food chain.

It's also wearing Gideon's sunglasses.

They do not fit.

Gideon may spoil Princesss Bonefucker Ultraviolence 9000 but that animal is OBSESSED with Harrow. It's a real Daddy's Girl kind of creature, and it will attempt to eat the face of anyone that so much as looks at Harrow without her permission. Harrow isn't sure about this thing until it takes an actual shilouette-altering sized CHUNK out of Ortus' ass, and then she becomes very fond of Daddy's Special Little Apex Predator. She deigns to give it one (1) headpat, and is treated to Princess Bonefucker's "Happiness Noise", which sounds like someone threw a handful of gravel into a running garbage disposal.

"Why..?" Harrow asks, feeling the remaining edges of her sanity start to melt.

"Why not?" Asks Gideon, accurately reporting the entire thought process that went into the creation of this horror.

I am drawing Princess Bonefucker as we speak but some notes:

- Gideon and Harrow found her in a heavily sealed container with multiple warnings like "this is not a thing of honor" and "what is inside is repulsive" which naturally meant they HAD to see what was inside.

"THIS IS SO MUCH BETTER THAN SOME LAME-ASS PLUTONIUM!" Reports Gideon.

- I have two reference pages for her:

One is Natural Animals: Lammergeier, Spotted Hyena, Giraffe (another noted bone-eater), Mandril (horrible, knuckle walking solves the talon issue).

The other is what I'm calling "Dr. Assholes Awful Sauce" which is the aesthetic contributions of the fuckass idiot necromancer who made this thing added on for funsies: the gryphon from 'Quest for Camelot', the bear from 'Annihilation', Mandril again, and a bunch of the guys from Centaurland, but esp The Nowhere King. For gulp reasons. :)

- Princess Bonefucker wants to eat Ianthe's arm so so So SO bad. It's shiny. It's bones. She's been expressly forbidden from eating it. She CRAVES it.

- ambiently telepathic, but lacking the human intelligence to understand words or the greater context of what she's hearing. Does possess a terrifying *inhuman* intelligence that lets her use what she hears in other, worse ways.

HERE SHE IS, MISS BEAUTIFUL!!

Headshot (body coming soon) of Miss Princess Bonefucker Ultraviolence 9000, one after a good bath and one after a proper "Bloodbath"/roll around in some iron oxide, the IRL Lammergeier's preferred method of ornamentation.

And now you can see the full shape of Princess Bonefucker! She's about seven feet tall at the shoulder :)

Sir Terry Pratchett was not remotely in the vicinity of Fucking-Around, and had never even heard of that ridiculous thing some of his esteemed colleagues referred to as “Chill.” (1)

(1) In point of fact, he had heard of it, on numerous occasions, most often when a friend or well-meaning-but-politely-horrified acquaintance advised him to locate some, but he always studiously ignored this in favor of a much more productive righteous fury, which he kept hot enough to boil the kettle for his afternoon tea. If the world was not going to work as it should, then damn it all, he would create one in which people had some blasted sense for a change. And he did. Spite, as it turns out, makes for an excellent motivator.

A comic I posted last night for patrons, but I wanted to share here too! This has been the time lately 😂😩😔👏✨️

But in seriousness, capitalism worms are rough! But try to ignore them and shoo them out! Take care of yourselves and rest, babes 🥳💖

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