#warewolfs

CAUSE IF YOU THINK SO THE ANSWEAR IS YES. AND NO. NOW SIT DOWN IMMA TALK.

As we all know vampires are about accepting your repressed, inner sexual desires.

We've seen interview with a vampire both movie and series and pleaseeee watch the movie cause its superb books are amazing as well but watching Brat Pitt have gay panic under the teeth of Tom Cruise is a holly experience

We have seen also what we do in the shadows we've seen shit ton of vampire aus so i dont have to touch that subject....

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Oooor i can-

Anyway so vampires as a creatures from rural myths and legends

were always seen as undead for this world monsters who under the moon light were catching Young women, man and children, turning them into one of them and passing this curse on or straight up eating them up and out.

Ring some bells balls?

With that being said we can easly see why queer community in the second half of XX century adopted their asthetic. And after a few decades vampires became sexual icons in modern popculture what we can observe in Twilight saga, Dracula or in MORBIN TIME

So vampires have to always answer one question if they accept their true nature and live against humans or they try to fit in risking their true identity being found. With the gift of immortality they often also have to face loss of their loved ones.

You Can feel why we can find in them queer closure

Alright BUT WHAT ABOUT THE FURRIES i mean ukhem WAREWOLFS

//making that joke in the name of the furries as a closeted furry imma come out one day

So for me warewolfs are about being mentally ill or neurodivergend

Why?

They are often born this way and having promise of a normal life, they always must be warry of the time when they turn into a monster and their true nature comes out. It cant hurt them but if they are not carefull and not issolate from their loved ones they can hurt them and destroy everything they could accomplished when they were 'okay'.

As a person with borderline personality dissorder and audhd i can see myself in this fear. People with anger issues, depression or other various dissorders can find it relatable.

The question for warewolfs to answer is whether living with humans and 'threatning' their lives is better than issolation from everyone.

But dont worry our warewolfs we have A PACK HERE AND WE WILL BE LIVING TOGETHER IN FORESTS CAWABANGAA

Prompts from Piccadilly's book #2

Words used: ☆metamorphosis ☆rogue ☆shrug ☆salamander ☆sleepy ☆chimpanzee ☆enzymes ☆lemon ☆glance ☆merge

I shrug up my backpack strap onto my shoulder, eyes still glued to my phone. I sway a bit with the wind, still sleepy from this morning. There isn't much sun out today so nothing can wake me up completely. Not even the loud music blaring in my ears. The sky doesn't seem awake either. The murky clouds cover the sky as if the heavens eyes are closed.

I take a cautious step back from the railroad tracks and stare off into space waiting for the metro to pull up. I steal a bit of heat from bystanders who pass me by. Every few seconds, I turn on my senses in hope to search for the train before it comes. Instead I pick up nothing but the howling and the stench of a cigar.

My ears perk. I can hear the soft screech through the tunnels. I snap my head up, it's here... but on the opposite side. I sigh as the train slides to a hault. My music is overlapped by a monotone voice reminding the on coming and exiting passengers to "mind the gap."

I can't help but ponder where those people are going that is so important. Or maybe they're like me. Waiting and standing here everyday only to work 9 to 5 and go home again and restart the cycle the next day. The realities of many. I guess it's none of my business.

I zone out again, stuffing my hands in my pockets. Stance calm, eyes set to the horizon, music blasting... and a strange feeling in my gut.

I almost double over, the energy hit me so hard like a punt to my stomach. It sent a chill down my spine and altered the mood entirely. It was almost suffocating. I gulp down some cold air and turn to my right.

A hooded figure is standing a few feet from me, shielded by a black coat and hood. He's standing completely still, but I can see he's breathing quite heavily by the rising of his backbone and the foggy burst of air coming from his cowl. He seems to twitch at the wind.

The people around him can also sense his strong aura and instinctively move away from him. I couldn't blame them. I can just see the waves of force radiating off of him. Like shadow snakes waving around hoping to grab something. His head was down but I could see his eyes. Empty and black like a salamanders.

I already know from the signs that he's a rogue. And he was hungry. If I sigh anymore I'm going to run out of oxygen. I feel my eyes roll to the back of my head. Great... I snatch my earbuds out and pull my hood over my head.

A flash of lemon yellow glides across my eye. I feel my outer and inner body begin to merge as I step towards him. The enzymes inside of me went wild at their new task, undergoing metamorphosis. The wind rushes past as if reacting to my transformation.

I hold it off for a minute while standing next to the guy. I pretend as if everything is normal. I start to notice a growl coming from him everytime he exhales. Maybe ots because he notices me and who I am. Upon closer inspection, I spot his hairy hands. Barley resembling a wolf, more like a chimpanzee.

The platform begins to rumble and the familiar echoing scream makes it to our ears. We both stare ahead. I spot our reflections staring at us through the windows. Like a motion picture on a film projector.

The doors stop, facing us. It opens and together we step in, not leaving each other's side. I am unfortunately one of the many of the ordinary working 9 to 5 everyday. As boring as it is, it keeps me busy. In line. I feel most in control with a schedule. Even if I'm going in circles on a merry go round.

I've gotten this far. I will not let this guy cause any trouble...

Not on my pay day.

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my day’s going good so far!! the new episode of the walking dead comes on in a few minutes and i’m in FUCKING SHAMBLES because of how excited i am ahfkdbcjdnchn

(I didn’t even think I was gonna get one of these so I’m sorry this is so late haaaaaa)

Sylvia Plath: what is your favorite artistic medium?- I’m gonna be boring and say acrylic paint because that’s what I use the most, however I also really enjoy clay and (here comes some fake deep bullshit) words, honestly