#werewolf tweek

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I was half asleep when I drew this, I’m so sorry

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I RAN OUT OF TIME TO MAKE SOMETHING FOR PRIDE 

no art for a week starting tomorrow because i’m on vacay btw

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sketch dump

MONSTER AU GOT ME HOOKED

they’re just domestic af oh god

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“Licking things to claim them as your own.”

I wanted to scribble something silly

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i made a werewolf twek to go with my vampire cregg

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“You’ve got a bit of red on you.”

Wanted to draw a bloody lil wolf :3

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not really what i had in mind but it’ll do - haven’t been feeling well the past few days lollll

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“It’s simple. All you gotta do is kill a vampire. Then you can hang out with us.”

“Unless of course you're too chicken shit to do it.”

A chorus of snickers accompanied the taunt.

He frowned and looked down, a wooden stake precariously balanced in the palms of his hands.

The promise of inclusion drew him like a fish to a fisherman's lure. The boys could be lying, but there was a small chance they were telling the truth. A tiny ray of hope blossomed in his chest as he rolled the stake from hand to hand. Consequences be damned, this could be his chance to prove himself, he thought.

When you're in the bottom rung of the pecking order, these opportunities were few and far between, and although it could be trap to get him killed he would be an idiot not to try.

Maybe, just maybe, he could finally be a part of something bigger.

“I'll do it,” he whispered. He squeezed the stake tightly. “I can do it."

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Except when it came time to actually follow through with it, it turns out he was a fucking liar.

“I can't do this. Oh God. What was I thinking? I can't kill anybody!”

Hunkered down, lying in wait for his target to emerge, he was having second thoughts about this whole thing. No, not second thoughts, third and fourth thoughts.

Even his mother, who was more often completely oblivious as far as her son was concerned, had asked him earlier that day,

“Is everything okay, sweetie?”

And it was such a stupid and asinine question because even if he'd responded to her with the truth she'd have hummed a quick, “Oh that's great honey,” and resumed tending to whatever fucking concoction of hers was threatening to boil over on the stove.

Rather than concern himself with that he'd simply replied, “Yeah mom, everything's great.”

Except that I agreed to stake a vampire so I could make friends. But you know, that's just an ordinary Tuesday night.

So here he was, feeling like a jackass and shaking in his shoes from the apprehension of what he was about to do.