I drew a bunch of silly stuff with my werewolf woman and decided to gather it one post. Updated it with even more art and a little animation!
Sometimes you just have to decompress through being goofy 🐺
You can read about her here
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These comics are just some silliness I drew for fun. It's not really canon, she lives in a separate setting (not our world) and isn't able to talk as a werewolf. Her original story is also pretty rough and tragic.
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Pumpkin carving comic was a reward I drew for my patron Taxis;
Beach comic was a reward I drew for my patron Shroom;
The Gordon Ramsay art is a result of a silly Patreon discussion x)
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I had a dream that was highly influenced by falling asleep to kitchen nightmares and scrolling on TikTok because I dreamt I was watching a video where Gordon Ramsey was screaming at Hannibal Lecter about how his cooking tastes like a missing person and it cut to Hannibal’s face with a boom sound at every insult
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gordon ramsay husband!sukuna (before you have kids) but he’s absolutely insufferable when you’re the vip in cursed kitchen. he’s been yelling nonstop at the blue team ever since they served you raw meat—your favorite cut nonetheless.
“gojo, if you don’t get your shit together, I’ll rip your apron off myself!” he yells at the poor white-haired boy. “yes, chef!” is all the younger man replies with.
then, he goes over to the red team who absolutely botched your dessert. “I said make her mango sticky rice, not serve her cum!” your husband scowls, pinching his temple in pure frustration. “kamo! it looks like you fuckin’ jacked off on this!” he sighs.
“stop! stop!” he shouts, lifting both of his large arms up. the sleeves of his white chef’s jacket rolls down to his elbows, revealing his tattooed wrists. god, this pink-haired brute surely is delectable… even more so now that he’s fuming. “does everyone have a stick up their ass tonight?!” he says towards the kitchen.
the restaurant stills. no one dares to breathe or go near sukuna. the whirring of the blenders fade out, and the flames are put out from under each pot and pan. “you’re here to cook, not sit on your ass and look pretty! my wife’s here for fuck’s sake!”
then, in the corner of his ruby eyes, he sees a certain brunette, about to slip out the tense room. “ieiri, if you take another step, I’ll throw you out with gojo,” he threatens. in response, she sighs and goes back to her station.
“anyone else wanna act like shitheads?” he glares while crossing his beefy arms—one forearm over the other to really accentuate his large features.
“no, chef!” nanami was first to yell.
“what was that?!” sukuna almost screams. “no, chef!” everyone says in unison. “good, get to cookin’!”
after the whole kerfuffle, he walks on over to your table, near the blue kitchen. “how was your meal?” he asks with a smile—it looks weird on his face, like it’s not supposed to be there, so you laugh in response. “it was good,” you say. “though, it’d be better if the head chef wasn’t yelling so much.”
he sits beside you and the cushion dips under his weight. “well, sweetheart, the head chef needs to yell at the incompetent fools that dare enter.”
you roll your eyes. “y’know, if we ever have kids, you can never yell at them, okay?”
“where’s that coming from?” he stifles a boarish laugh.
you shrug. “just thought of it,” you reply. “I don’t want our kids to think their father is an unforgiving man when he’s actually just strong.”
his cheeks turn a little pink at your sweet words. “okay,” he says and you smile, giving his cheekbone a little peck for agreeing. he turns away for a moment, hoping the cameras don’t capture the moment. unfortunately for him, they do.
🗒️: how many more until this becomes gordon ramsay x reader fics?
more gordon ramsay husband!sukuna - repost from @wkbsrco
