#vhstudio au

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How do Wally and Notman handle being werewolves in the Vampire Henry Studio?

Sorry for the long wait (brain just hasn't been in the VHS mode in a while)

But I'd say they handle it pretty well! It helps that everyone else in the studio is ready to help at the drop of a hat.

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Thanks for answering my question about the Vampire studio au. But how would Sammy Lawrence become a vampire?

Same way as Joey, I’d assume. He gets bit by Henry.

Although, there’s a chance the circumstances were very different.

Joey was turned by request (and a great deal of pestering), but I’m debating the circumstances.

(Maybe the alternative to Sammy’s death story could be Henry turning him before he can “fully” die? I’m thinking about it.)

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What kind of monster forms do everyone in Sillyvision Studios have, apart from the cartoons?

I’m assuming this is meant to be for the VHStudio AU? In which case, everyone doesn’t really have monster “forms” but they are all different kinds of monsters.

Henry is a vampire, and Joey becomes one later on.

I still very much love Ghost Sammy, but I’m thinking he may become a vampire instead in the actual storyline.

Wally and Norman become werewolves.

Susie is either a Harpy or a Siren. (Leaning towards Siren, if I’m being honest.)

Shawn is a male Selkie.

And Grant is a (very stressed out) wizard.

I haven’t thought too much about what other staff members would be, but that’s mostly because I don’t want to overwhelm the AU with magical people. Sometimes it’s better to just leave people human.

And if they did become something inhuman, I’d say they’d join the ranks of magical beings that art already there.

(Maybe Allison becoming a witch? Or Thomas becoming another werewolf? Basically just filling out the ranks instead of adding new ones.)

If I got this wrong, feel free to tell me what you meant!

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Just curious, how many Batim AUs that currently run in this art blog right now after the updated?

About, oh, five at the moment.

There are the two vampires Henry AUs, the two HP Crossover AUs, and then the Android Henry AU. Although, I suppose any art for the Original game would count as a sixth one.

But more will probably show up at some point, but this is what we have so far.

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Werewolf Shenanigans

Since it is spooky month, I decided I wanted to write more for @askvampirehenryau / @rosebloodcat ‘s VHStudio AU. I wanted to do more werewolf shenanigans, the fun kind!

This post was consulted heavily. I will admit, I know very little about actual wolves, so Wally’s basically just a big dog. Or, a dog that thinks he’s big. I feel like it fits his personality. 

Adjusting to being a werewolf had been a little difficult for Wally. After all, the idea of becoming the thing that nearly killed him was terrifying. But Henry and his coworkers at the studio had made sure that Wally felt safe and helped him ease into this new part of his life. Once he’d gotten used to it, it really wasn’t too bad. He already had a lot of dog-like behaviors inherent in his personality, so there wasn’t all that much that changed. Despite the popular stories, Wally didn’t find himself butting heads with Henry, and later Joey. In fact, he felt a sort of kinship with them. He felt a kinship with everyone in the studio, really. He’d always been rather attached to the people at the studio, but after becoming a werewolf he found himself becoming rather protective over his studio friends. EXTREMELY protective. He’d genuinely growled a mail carrier who’d come to deliver some packages to the studio. That was another thing. He found himself extremely aware of when people came to the door in the studio, or his apartment, or any place he currently was. He felt the need to inform other people about the visitors as well. He’d be cleaning and suddenly he’d hear someone near the door and felt the need to yell to everyone about it. 

At the moment, Thomas was trying to teach him how to properly tighten the valves on the pipes. Wally was trying to listen, he really was, but he was so bored he could barely keep still. That was another thing that had come with his transformation. He had way too much energy now. It helped that his job was a manual one, involving a lot of physical labor, which did a lot to help work off some of his energy. But they were short-staffed at the moment, so Wally had to learn how to do some more mechanical tasks. Wally bounced back and forth on the balls of his feet, biting at his lip and trying to calm his racing mind. Suddenly, his head whipped around to face roughly where the studio’s front door was. Thomas sighed, knowing exactly what was about to come. 

“Hey. Hey. Thomas. Hey.” Wally started shaking Thomas’ shoulder. “There’s someone at the door. There’s someone at the door!”

“Yes, Franks. I can tell.” Thomas nodded, continuing to tinker with the pipes. He had a dog himself, so he was used to this kind of behavior. Half the studio had expected Thomas to be frustrated with Wally’s new traits, as he was with most people, but he actually softened towards the young janitor. 

“I think it’s the mailman. It smells like the mailman.” Wally’s gaze stayed firmly on the staircase. “I hate that mailman. He wears too much cologne and chews gum too loud.” A growl started in his throat, his whole body tensing. 

“Well, you certainly showed him not to mess with you.” Thomas reached over with one hand, patting Wally’s head. Wally relaxed at the pat of approval. It was probably useless to try and divert Wally’s attention back to the pipes, so Thomas suggested Wally go back to cleaning. 

“I’m sure some pipe’s burst by now.” Thomas waved a hand vaguely. Wally’s mood immediately soured as he grabbed his mop.

“I swear, if Joey doesn’t do something about these pipes, I’m outta here.” He grumbled.

About ten minutes later, Shawn found Wally digging in the trash, muttering to himself. 

“You lose your keys again?” Shawn asked. He sure hoped that Wally had lost his keys and wasn’t, in fact, digging in the trash for food. He’d seen dogs do it, but he’d been hoping Wally wouldn’t do something like that. 

“Someone threw away a perfectly good sandwich!” Wally said, holding up a half-eaten tuna sandwich. “I could smell it half a floor away! It’s wasteful!” Shawn just stared at him as Wally took an angry bite of the sandwich before going back to digging through the trash. 

“Okay. This is too weird.” Shawn muttered before turning and walking away. 

After a certain point, everyone just grew accustomed to Wally’s new weirdness. After all, a good portion of them were monsters too. He slept pretty much anywhere when he was tired, which wasn’t too bad. Wally had always had an uncanny ability to sleep in the strangest of places. He snored now, though, which drove Sammy crazy. They’d learned rather quickly that any game involving a ball was out of the question for company games because Wally, and later Boris and Norman, refused to let go of the ball once they’d gotten it. Wally also insisted upon trying a bite of his friends’ food, even if it had been proven that he didn’t like it. 

“C’moooon! Let me try a piece!” Wally whined as Thomas held his food out of the janitor’s reach. 

“The last time you ate some of my food you were crying in the bathroom for an hour,” Thomas said. He was notorious for liking extremely spicy food, which Wally typically couldn’t handle. 

“But I waaant some!” 

“I’m not giving it to you, Franks.” 

Wally stopped trying to reach the bowl but continued staring at Thomas. Thomas knew what was about to come and he was prepared for it. Wally widened his eyes, quivering his lip and making little whimpering noises. Wally’s babyface made him the ideal candidate for the puppy eyes. He could generally guilt a lot of the studio into giving him what he wanted this way. But Thomas, and some of the older studio members, had never once fallen for it. 

“Wally, the answer is still no.” Thomas held his gaze, his expression calm. “You can use the puppy eyes all you want, I ain’t budging.” Wally’s puppy eyes were quickly replaced by a quite adorable pout. 

“You’re no fun.” He muttered, folding his arms. 

When Joey finally got around to bringing the toons to life, under Henry’s watchful supervision, Wally was ecstatic. Mostly because Boris was also a wolf. Almost immediately after being brought to life, Boris latched onto Wally. Wally was overjoyed about this. It felt good to have another wolf in the studio. He liked having his friends around, but he needed a pack. Ideally, he wanted a bigger pack, but Boris was a start. And later, Norman agreed to be turned into a werewolf as well. Wally hadn’t been sure about it, initially. 

“Are you sure?” He asked. “I mean, it’s pretty scary.” 

“I don’t want you to be alone.” Norman gave him a reassuring smile. “Having Boris is well and good, but you need someone else to help you with this.”

“Well, okay.” 

And so Norman had joined the ranks of wolves at the studio. His first few full moons were difficult, as Wally’s had been, but he handled it a bit better than Wally. He was altogether calmer about the situation, likely because his turning experience hadn’t been nearly as traumatic as Wally’s. When Boris learned of Norman’s transformation, he immediately swept him and Wally into a hug. 

“This is great! We get to be a pack!” He danced around the band room, the two men held tight. 

“It’s a small pack, but yeah, it’s a pack.” Norman smiled and nodded. 

“Buddy, you’re crushin’ me.” Wally gasped out. Boris quickly put them down, apologizing quietly. 

“They’re all adjusting to this rather well.” Joey mused as he and Henry watched from the projection booth. “I will admit, I was a bit worried. Mr. Franks has a tendency for dramatics.”

“It helps to have friends in these situations,” Henry said, a smile playing on his lips. He was glad he and the other members of the studio could be there to help Norman and Wally through this. They didn’t deserve to feel like monsters. They weren’t monsters. Now if only he could do something all the dishes the werewolves created after their transformations. Wally had always been able to put away a surprising amount of food, but it was ridiculous now. Oh well, it was a small price to pay.

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My half of the art trade with @brandyjin 

Werewolf Wally in full wolf form! Hope you like it!

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Italian Vampire

*To mun: I know you mention before Henry love Italian food and now he can’t enjoy ‘em because he is a vampire now. After I look at this legendary tumblr post, and I think what if your Henry is an Italian man, that would make a (quite) funny story (and very sad at the same time, of course, imagine that you can’t enjoy the things you normally can do after some incident, permanently…)*

*starts snorting from laughter* Oh my lord, that is great. I love it and have every intention of using it now.

Henry is now Italian American, but now it’s a bit sadder because then Italian food was a family thing and he can’t have any now.

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Wally The Werewolf

So, @askvampirehenryau did a new picture, here, of Wally turning into a werewolf for the first time and I wanted to write it. 

@phoena12 helped a lot with some of the body horror in this. (And some funny parts)

Wally was not okay with turning into a werewolf. He absolutely did not want to turn into the kind of thing that had tried to kill him nearly a month before. But there was no cure for being a werewolf, so he didn’t really have a choice. At least he wasn’t alone on the matter, though. On the night of his first full moon, Henry came over to Wally’s house to help him through his transformation. Wally had been pacing the room before Henry showed up, biting his nails and wearing a hole in the carpet. He almost jumped out of his skin when he heard the doorbell. Wally peeked through the peephole, relaxing when he saw it was Henry. 

“Boy am I glad to see you.” Wally opened the door, letting Henry in. “Tell me you brought stuff that’ll help. Chains? A muzzle?”

“What? No.” Henry frowned. “You’re not turning into a monster, Wally.”

“Right, ‘course.” Wally smiled nervously. Still, it felt like he was turning into a monster. He was going to become the exact thing that hed almost killed him. 

“I brought a blanket and a bone for you to chew on.” Henry held up a bag and smiled reassuringly. 

“A bone?” Wally looked at him incredulously. 

“Dogs like bones,” Henry said. Wally rolled his eyes but stepped aside so that Henry could come in. It was getting late now. Wally was starting to get even more nervous. The moon would come out any moment now. 

“It’s going to be fine,” Henry assured him, sensing his discomfort and putting a hand on Wally’s shoulder. “I’m here for you, Wally.”

“Um, thanks.” This did make Wally feel a little better. He wasn’t alone in this. He would have someone here to help him through it. Suddenly, he began to feel a little strange. 

“Henry...I feel weird.” He said, looking down at his hands. His nails looked quite a bit sharper and he could see fur beginning to grow on his arms. He’d always had the body hair of a five-year-old girl, but that was quickly changing. Wally tried very hard not to start hyperventilating. His ears itched. He actually felt them begin to lengthen and twitch. His hearing was suddenly so much better than it had been before and it was terrifying. He could hear his own heart pounding in his chest. Why was it so loud? A whimper passed his lips as he felt his nose starting to change. 

“Are you alright?” Henry asked. 

“I-I’m fine!” Wally said quickly. “I’m okay. This is supposed to happen, right Henry?” Henry nodded, draping the blanket over Wally’s shoulders. 

“You might want to take off your clothes.” He suggested. “You don’t want to ruin them.”

“Thanks,” Wally mumbled. He felt a little awkward getting naked in front of Henry, but he didn’t really have the money to replace his clothes. He fumbled his way out of them, his movements hindered a bit by how sore his muscles suddenly were. He felt better once he had his clothes off, hiding under the blanket so that Henry wouldn’t have to watch him. Every muscle in his body burned as they contorted into their new form. His bones cracked and stretched and he could hear every bit of it. He could hear every change and it made him feel like crying. He tasted blood as his teeth began to sharpen and pierced his gums. He could smell the blood, the scent overwhelming his mind.

“H-Henr-” He started to call out Henry’s name, the sound growing lower in pitch, but ended up coughing up blood. He ended up growling and whining, blood dripping from his more canine lips. Henry knelt by his side, hand on Wally’s back. 

“It’s okay. You’re okay.” Henry’s voice was the only thing keeping him together. Wally’s new primal instincts were telling him to run and hide, get away from all these new sounds and smells. 

“It...hurts...” Wally whimpered, hating the way his voice sounded. His claws were digging into the floorboards, leaving deep scores in the wood.

“I know, but it’ll be over soon.” Henry’s voice was calm and even. Wally almost had himself together when there was another eruption of pain on his tailbone. He could feel his spine lengthening out, forming a new tail which immediately went between Wally’s legs. He could feel the fur growing on the tail. 

It’s kinda fluffy. 

He couldn’t help but think that. Even despite his fear, he couldn’t help but notice how fluffy his new tail was. Oh God, was he turning into some kind of Pomeranian? Most of his body was covered in fur by this point, which got one thing out of the way. He opened one eye and looked down at his hands. They still looked mostly human, despite being covered and fur and being tipped with thick black claws. But when he turned them over, he saw paw pads. That was actually kinda cute. He poked one paw pad with a single claw, giggling as he did so. It was so squishy. It tickled a little too.

“You still okay?”

“I think it’s almost ove-” Wally began to speak but quickly devolved into whimpering as his feet started to stretch. He started counting in his head until it was over, then he let out a sigh of relief. There was one thing left to go. He could feel the bones of his face beginning to ache. Then, all of a sudden, his face jumped forward, forming a proper muzzle. And then it was over. He was breathing heavily and sweating profusely. He collapsed to the ground and just laid there. Henry lifted up the blanket a little bit. 

“Looks like you’re done.” Henry smiled. Wally looked up at him with the most adorable green doggy eyes. Henry’s heart almost melted. The janitor looked like a kicked puppy. 

“You want the bone?” Henry pulled the bone out of his bag and held it out to Wally. Wally took it and started to gnaw on it sullenly. 

“I brought a ball, too.” Henry reached back into the bag. “If you want to play fetch.” Wally immediately perked up despite himself. Fetch actually sounded like a lot of fun. Henry tried very hard not to start laughing at seeing Wally’s ears prick up and his tail begin to wag. 

“You want the ball?” Henry asked, dipping into the puppy baby voice. Wally sat up, eyes wide. 

“Go get it!” Henry threw the ball across the room. Wally scrambled after it, skidding and stumbling as he tried to get the ball. A moment later, he returned with the ball squarely in his mouth, tongue lolling out a little bit. 

“Who’s a good boy!” Henry patted Wally’s head. Wally panted happily. He was! He was a good boy! Wait, why was he thinking like this? Who cares? He felt good. It felt good to have Henry scratching his head, especially behind the ears. Wally’s tail thumped against the ground, wagging vigorously as he rolled over. For a split second, Henry stared at Wally’s exposed fluffy belly. Then he reached out and rubbed it. Wally’s tail started wagging even harder. Henry tried to stifle a giggle. Oh, Sammy was definitely going to hear about this. 

“You’re a good boy.” Henry cooed. “Such a good boy!” Wally was so excited and he didn’t even know why. He was a good boy! He was the best boy!

Henry spent the night making sure Wally was happy and comfortable. This involved a lot of playing and Wally slobbering all over him. The first transformation was always the worst, from what he heard, and he didn’t want Wally to associate his transformation with pain and suffering. Wally wasn’t a monster. Henry didn’t want Wally to think of himself that way. He himself already had problems with that. The next morning, Wally woke up naked on the couch, wrapped in a blanket and chewing on an old beef bone. The house looked as though a storm had passed through it. 

“Henry?” He called out, voice hoarse. “What happened last night?” He didn’t remember much about the following night, which rather scared him.

“I helped you through your transformation.” Henry came into the living room, holding a tray with a large breakfast on it. 

“I didn’t...I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Wally asked quietly.

“I mean, you did teethe on me a little.” Henry laughed softly. “But no, you didn’t hurt me.” Wally eyed the breakfast, his stomach growly loudly. Henry set the tray on the coffee table and Wally dug in without a second thought. His butt really hurt and he wasn’t sure why. Probably something to do with sprouting a tail.

“You’re going to be okay.” Henry patted Wally’s back. Wally took a moment to swallow the food he’d been chewing and smile to himself. 

“Yeah. I think I will be.”