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I hope not 😅 it’s not supposed to be me

Gouache painting of wolf holding baby, they are attached by an umbilical cord

More progress. Real media is hard.

Company of Wolves is the best werewolf movie, I will die on this hill.

Illustration of a werewolf in a medieval town sitting on a roof top "howling" at the moon

Since I've sharing some of my tarot pieces again (thanks for all the love for them btw 🥹), fun fact this personal piece also started as the "Moon" card for werewolf tarot I once wanted to make

#werewolf #werewolfwednesday #art

Gouache painting of wolf that has given birth to a human baby.

Latest WIP. Weirding out the normies here (they’re both sleeping, I just haven’t added the eyes yet).

What a weird dog.
#sketch #werewolf #oldart

Drawing of a wolf wearing a dress and make up

Performing femininity

🐺

Really wish I didn’t know in graphic detail what a nuke does to the human body.

Hope it went well x

Cover art for "Four Colour Process" by Angela Quinton. A solid black background. The title and author credit are rendered in sans-serif text in the center-left of the top third. The title is in cyan, and the author name in yellow. In the middle of the lower third is a simplified isometric drawing of a picnic table in white, splattered with cyan liquid that drips off the table onto the ground.

Interior title page. Bisected diagnally into a black top and white bottom. The black top features a yellow crescent moon and a print registration mark. The white lower section repeats the title and author credit, and has this text: Adult readers only. Content warnings: f/?, biting, claws, blood, cunnilingus, teratophilia. The design of the page has been artificially modified to reflect mis-registered CMYK separations, with ghostly magenta and yellow duplicates slightly out of alignment.

Page 6: Its back was to me, hunched over something dark and glistening at one of the picnic tables. It straightened and turned faster than anything that size could move. I recoiled, stumbled, and dropped my phone. One flashbulb instant froze in my mind before the light hit the dirt and went dark. Now, after all these months, I know every angle and curve of it. The easy line from stomach to hip. The riverine pattern of fur at the nape of its neck. The delicate hollows beneath its nails. But the most enduring image is that first glimpse. The angles of its arms, which were splayed in a human pose that telegraphed the surprised defensiveness of an insane person shielding their deranged totems. The mass on the table was a deer, magenta and white in the glare, throat bent at a sharp angle, insides strewn across the slats. Crouched though the creature was, it still towered a foot over me. Long arms and long legs and a lean, coiled torso. The harsh light turned its face and chest purple. A visage like a misregistered overprint. Human physiology pushing through lupine features like paper grain under cheap ink. Its eyes, glinting like black diamonds above its smeared muzzle, pupils like backlit amber. I now know every inch of its body a dozen times over, but not whose eyes those are. Darkness. I opened my mouth to scream, clinging to the idiotic hope that it really was a bear, that making noise could save me, but its growl hit me first, less than a yard away. The sound coursed through me like an earthquake’s first tremor, tilting the ground and cracking reality’s facade. That the earth could move beneath one’s feet, that such a creature existed, that an animal’s utterance could evoke terror and exultation simultaneously. Such things should be impossible.

Page 7: I wax poetic now, but in that moment I was certain I’d join the mutilated deer. Goodbye, David, I thought. Gonna go see Mom and Dad now. I hope Reddit doesn’t post the photos of whatever happens next. But what happened next was another sound. A deep inhalation, directly above my left shoulder. Now I was petrified. I swallowed a scream. I felt its body radiating heat, smelled blood and fur, felt its breath splashing against my cheek. Its scent was animal, pungent and wild, but beneath it was something familiar. Warmth, clean sweat. The faint trace of humanity that is detectable when you’re close to another person. Sensory incongruity overwhelmed me. I tried to turn my head but could only blink. My vision had adjusted to the moonlight, but the creature’s form was occluding the night sky. Rich CMYK black against dull RGB black. A void within a void. I searched for its eyes, but then a gentle brush of contact touched my cheek, and I squeezed my eyes shut. Better to be in the dark entirely than to see the teeth behind those bloody lips. The contact slid across my cheek – scratchy, damp, accompanied by a tang of copper, and another rustling inhalation against my ear. It was breathing my scent. Meal or plaything? How could it smell anything over the blood scent hanging thick in the air? I withstood it for three eternal seconds before its nose’s sudden cold contact against my ear made me flinch. My body’s primal drive to protect itself finally unlocked my muscles. I raised my hand to push its head away, only to find its arm. I felt wiry fur, hair-like but thicker. Beneath that, human bone structure. Pliable muscle, the twin beams of ulna and radius. I had its strange forearm in a death grip. Did it raise its hand to block mine or to peel my face from my skull? I tightened my grasp, but rather than retaliate, it withdrew its muzzle from my ear. Lost in the dark, my remaining senses bloomed. I could feel the sliding twitch of tendons in its arm as it moved...

My monsterfucker story "Four Colour Process" is available for purchase! It features a cis woman and a werewolf of no specified gender, and contains darkness, fur, claws, biting, and the celebration of taboos and transgression.

argylewerewolf.itch.io/cmyk

#nsfw #werewolf #teratophilia

Have a good one 🐺

That’s incredible!

#alloart wip

Took Dad's handmade Black Shuck puppet on a sunny walk (kept on a tight leash)

Fed

#art #werewolf #moonpainting

CALLING UK BASED THEIRANS

I NEED 7 (or more!) OF YOU FOR A RESEARCH PAPER!

You need to be comfortable being interviewed on your experiences of therian identity in adolescence, either over a call or in person (preferred!)

My telegram @ is the same as here~

I’m still pissed off that it missed by an inch.

I remember going through a whole Far Side book to find this.

Your art is incredible.

A black and white reductive illustration of a person sitting cross legged at profile. They have a coyote head and tail, and the head is severed from the neck. With one hand they are holding up the head, and in the other they are holding clumps of fur on the neck, trying to braid the severed head back onto the neck

reweaving connecting
[2023]

Oh my god I wish my ADHD referral would hurry the fuck up.

I went to bed 20 minutes too late and now my brain refuses to focus.

Oh yes.

Serendipity

Not just luck, but the quiet mercy of survival.
Life continues anyway.

#art

I’d love this on a headscarf or something.