For @mizlizz​: “My name is mizlizz. my pronouns are she/her, i'm demi with a preference for men. i'm 5'7, long brown hair, green eyes, and i LOVE DOGS! i have one dog and he is my world! his name is chase and he's basically a small black lab.
i'm a nurse, so i feel like i'm more comfortable with sickness/gross things/things that require hospitalization than most people. i'm almost always hungry and/or cold, lol. i love singing! i hum and sing to myself a lot. and i tend to joke a lot when i'm trying to make someone comfortable
for my partner, i prefer someone bigger than me. i've always been the tall one, so idk it's nice to feel small sometimes. he needs to be able to make me laugh and joke with me. someone who's supportive, gives compliments (tho god knows i can't take them), and gives me the confidence to go for the things i want but don't think i deserve. i think the one fantasy-scenario i have is just him seeing me from across the room like "..woah" with stars in his eyes o”
You’ve been matched with a Borz Werewolf!
(Borz, pronounced bworz, is a legendary wolf of the Chechen nation of Russia and its national animal. According to mythology, the founder of the nation, Turpalo Noxchua, was raised by a Chechen wolf.)
Working in a hospital was draining and thankless, so on your days off, you liked to do something that made you feel like a star: you sang at an open mic night at your local cafe. You didn’t like to brag, but you did normally draw a crowd. You sang songs from many genres and styles, and you loved the attention.
Many of your regulars were there, but there were a few new faces, one of which caught your eye as soon as you saw him. He was large, larger than anyone in the cafe. You’d always been tall, but you felt if he had been standing next to you, he’d have dwarfed you easily. He was also covered in thick gray-black fur. His face was that of a wolf, with gray eyes fixed on you, his mouth open in awe.
Your heart sped up under the intensity of his stare, but you continued your set for the evening. You sang another three or four songs, all the while you were the sole focus of his attention.
After you finished your last song, you bowed to exuberant applause. When you stepped down, you saw the mountain of a wolfman coming toward you. Your heart sped up again.
“You were lovely,” He said, a distinct Russian accent running through his words.
“Thanks,” You replied.
“Can I buy you a coffee?” He asked, gesturing toward the table where he had been sitting.
Surprised but pleased, you replied, “Sure, thank you.”
You both sat at the table and he called a waitress over. You ordered a cappuccino.
“What’s your name?” You asked him.
“Gregori Vasiliev,” He replied. He then asked you your name, and you told him.
“Are you professional?” He asked.
“Professional?” You echoed, confused.
He pointed at the stage. “You sing every night?”
You laughed. “Oh, goodness, no. This is just for fun. I’m a nurse by day.”
“A nurse?” He said. “You take care of people? That’s adorable.”
You could feel your whole body blush. You looked down, unable to meet his eye, and said, “Thanks.”
“If I said I was hurting, would you take care of me?” He said, a cheeky grin plastered on his face, showing his sharp teeth.
You smirked up at him. “What exactly is hurting?”
“My cheek is a little sore,” He said, making a show of rubbing it. “Perhaps a kiss would make it feel better.”
You snorted a laugh at him, but you leaned up, and he leaned down, and you pressed a kiss to his cheek.
“Better?” You asked, smiling widely and crossing your arms.
“Much better,” He said, his grin from pointed ear to pointed ear.
You shook your head and laughed. “You’re despicable.”
“Just wait until I’ve taken you to dinner,” He said as your cappuccino arrived.
“Who says I’m agreeing?”
He bent low and whispered in your ear, “I’ll treat you like a princess, my dear. Take care of me, and I’ll take care of you.”
His warm breath blew down your shoulder and into the neckline of your dress, making your short-hairs stand on end. You shivered a little as he pulled back.
“Dinner sounds nice,” You said a little weakly, and he smiled… well… wolfishly, and you took a sip of your cappuccino, looking forward to that dinner and whatever else he might have planned for you.
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The first sketches I did of Lily an Dean! Well, I had drawn Dean into the comic before, but at the time he was a one-off character and I made him up on the spot, so I had to do some refining to his design.
I need to flippin' use my sketchbook some more! I used to draw in it every day but wow I've sure gotten out of that habit. :(
