The Princess and the Werewolf Comic

A few young humans (well, kemonomimis) and monsters come to discover that the preconceived notions they have of each other are not very accurate. tpatw-comic.carrd.co

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Hey everyone!!

I hope you are all doing well! <3

I'm so sorry for the extended silence on here! I have been very caught up in the nonstop whirlwind that is life, but promise you that this project has NOT been abandoned! I have been working on the comic's script at every opportunity and collaborating with some lovely artists on character designs and such. 👀 ✨ My struggle is...sharing updates and keeping the comic's socials up to date. OTZ I'm going to try to address this by making it my goal to update all socials whenever I go to post something on one. 🤔 In the meantime, please feel free to check out TPATW's other socials below! I haven't been consistent with cross-posting, so some have unique content. :3c Further updates will be coming too!

Thank you for your continued patience and support! I appreciate it more than words can say!!

~AuspiciousAgape 💖

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LitchiKitti and his team made a stunning PMV illustrating a snippet of Alani and Arcade Rush’s story. Please check out the video and artists!  💞

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Hike

Commission for the grand @auspiciousagape !!! So sorry this took so long, love! I hope you like it!

Commission info is in my about page!

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Jayson adjusted the basket slung over his shoulder restlessly. Why had he agreed to this again?

Because Marcus hadn’t been allowed to visit in a few weeks and Jayson really wanted to see him. To feel that two-tone warmth when they stood close together.

Jayson rubbed the back of his neck and bit his lip. He really had to get these feelings under control.  What if he let them slip while they were out? No, they would not slip out. He would not let them.

“Nervous?” Rosalia asked slyly, making Jayson jump. She moved to stand beside him and grinned as he glared at her. “Oh, don’t act so annoyed. He’ll be here.”

“I know he will,” Jayson replied, still scowling a little. “He always is.”

Rosalia shot him another sly look, but said nothing.

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A work-in-progress of the design for one of The Princess and the Werewolf’s main characters: Princess Rosaline Abelardo!

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Swings

Another commission for the lovely @auspiciousagape! This time from the view of their character Jayson! I hope you like it, friend! Commission info is here!

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It was a very lovely summer night, and Jayson was in a bit of a bind.

Marcus had snuck out of the palace to spend the night with Jayson and his aunts—again. This was the third time in a month and Jayson was worried something was wrong. But he couldn’t just ask, now, could he? Not when any subtle question about the current state of the court made him flinch and change the subject in the wildest directions.

Jayson idly lifted his hand and scratched Marcus’s ear… then snatched his hand away as Marcus stirred and mumbled something about pizza in his sleep. A blush crept into Jayson’s cheeks, but Marcus wouldn’t see even if he was awake. His head was firmly planted on Jayson’s shoulder, and the young king himself was snuggled under Jayson’s arm. And since they had claimed the hammock for their star-gazing tonight, they were of necessity pressed together so tightly that it felt like they were melting into each other. Not an unpleasant feeling, with a cool breeze sighing past and the hammock gently rocking. But, well…

Jayson tilted his head back and stared at the moon. He was enjoying Marcus’s touch a little too much tonight. Maybe his friend wouldn’t remember this in the morning.

Friend. When would he get over the little pang of sadness that hit every time he remembered he was Marcus’s friend and nothing else? He hoped it would be soon.

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Snippets In Time

Commission for the great @auspiciousagape! I hope I did your characters justice! Commission info is here!

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The only sounds in the library were the rustle of book pages, the scratch of a pen on paper, and the faint hum of the heating vents.

Marcus, ruler of Antartets, was hiding from his master of ceremonies under the pretext of studying the books of diplomacy he hadn’t gotten to before being crowned. In reality, he was taking notes from a book on chemistry assigned by his tutor about a year ago. He was very aware that this was not something most rulers concerned themselves with. But he was determined to learn anyway.

His ears twitched upright, and he paused writing to listen closely, tail moving in slow, uneasy lashes. No, the footsteps outside the library continued on; not someone intent on disturbing him, then. He sighed quietly, relaxed a little, and got on with his work.

It was hard to work when he was so tense, and also just hated the subject material. But this was good practice, for if he ever had to talk to a chemist and know what the hell they were going on about, or take notes of things like military reports. There were currently no reports he couldn’t leave to his generals and spymaster, and then get the gist of later, but what if something really bad did come up?

He was worrying too much about different things. He had to focus.

If Rosaline were here, she could help him study…

No.

Marcus’s grip on his pen tightened so hard the stylus creaked, and he clenched his teeth. No. He would not think of her right now. Focus on molecules, Marcus.

But then he turned a page, and saw a piece of paper, flattened by the weight of the pages. He picked it up, frowning, and turned it over to read it.

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that feel when yer crush laughs too hard at their own jokes :I <3 (a delayed commission for the lovely @voltronboyfriends of her ocs!)

commissions are here!

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