#wulver

[maskt]

you must refuse to censor your body in depictions of your own happiness

[lupi-usque-ad-finem]

sorry for biting you as affection it will happen again

[digitalisdog]

A bunch of werewolf art! Who's your favourite?

[pencilsponyforge]

Snake in the office page 38 of volume 2. I gotta redraw the volume 1 in this same style someday. For now...babysnake!

[donutdrawsthings]

I made this in the summer so now I can finally post it!

Bonus:

Jamie is dressed as the Wulver from Scottish mythology, and Zoe is Kiki from Kiki's delivery service!

[sluaking]

[enby-denby]

Lycanthropy as a metaphor for trauma.

Surviving an attack that left you scarred-- spiritually if not physically-- and not realizing how deep the damage goes.

Going about your life, thinking everything is fine and you can put whatever hurt you in the past where it belongs.

Until something innocuous (the Moon) triggers you and puts you right back into the mindset of an animal, driven by survival instinct.

Fight. Flight. Consume or be Consumed.

Not realizing at first that you now have a beastly Darkseid. Not knowing why you wake up in places you don't remember falling asleep in, why you feel drawn to the woods, why the smell of blood scares and excites you now. Not knowing why you hurt people (hurt people hurt people). Not knowing how to make the transformation stop.

Maybe you go to seek help, when you realize what's happening. If you know how. If you can find people that believe you, that want to help you. You meet a shocking amount of people that don't, that firmly believe the only thing to be done with you is plant a silver bullet in your skull. After all, what were you doing traipsing around in the woods when a wolf was about? (That's what they said to your predecessor, and any that come after).

Maybe you self-medicate. You take weekend-long outings in the mountains, to wait out the worst of it. Or you lock yourself away, in chains or a kennel of iron or in the padded cell of your own room. Maybe you soothe the beast with music, or drug it into a harmless stupor. Maybe you try to tire it out, constantly chasing prey too fast for you to catch, or running from the angry mob you gather in your wake.

Maybe you embrace being a monster. Maybe you howl the same awful song every night, until the while community is sick of your whining and pleading to the sky. Anyone you can't chase away with your wolfish behavior, you rip apart like a chew toy. Maybe some fool forces themselves between your jaws, thinking they can save you from something that cannot be undone. Maybe there's catharsis for completing the cycle.

Maybe that silver bullet is looking a little too good right now.

Lycanthropy asa metaphor for trauma. Do you agree?

[cryptid-quest]

Cryptid of the Day: Wulver

Description: The Wulver are dog-like creatures of Shetland Island folklore, said to be benevolent, though violent if provoked. However, there’s much debate over whether there was an oral history of such a creature, or that the Wulver is purely fakelore