#WEREWOLFWOOD!

[renardsruses]

Say, say, my playmate, won’t you lay hands on me

[sarcasticmothdraws]

I'm back on my meds but due to the few days hault in between I feel icky. so im just drawing whatever sticks.

[creepycoffins]

Don’t touch me please, I cannot stand the way you tease

[plastic-raccoon]

planet hellsmoke

[teeth-and-tea]

Hmmmmm, Monster Hunter Wolfwood who is a werewolf and uses his Super Sniffer and Self Loathing to aid in his quest to keep humanity safe. He's sent on a mission to rid the world of one of its oldest vampires, only to find him and know immediately, "that's no vampire... So what is he?"

Seraphim. The word he's looking for is Seraphim.

[typhoonvash]

⩥ @crucifixi (werenico) || the wet dog smell is endearing (closed starter)

"Well you could at least make an effort to try to use them," Vash pouts at Wolfwood as the wolf-man attacks his food with paws and teeth—silverware untouched. He'd known that the two of them would be stared at all evening, that was a given, but he'd hoped there'd be a semblance of civility when they dined...

The man holds a cigarette in those paws, but not silverware?!

Wait. Isn't there something about silver and werewolves..?

"Oh, can you not... touch them? I don't know if they're real silver or not," the blond gestures to the fork and knife that have been hastily pushed to the side, then digs back into his pasta dish, grabbing a chunk of sausage with his fork.

[spirituallupine-art]

Old Trigun doodles that I forgot to post on Tumblr until now 😅

[pudgykaeya]

Vampire aus honestly......Brian roth..............

[renardsruses]

Happy Halloween!! 🐺🪵

[varilien]

halloween idea: werewolfwood ??? :]c

okay sorry this wasn't going to be vashwood but i put on a couple random werewolf movies while working on it and they were consistently SUFFUSED with romantic themes so. coughs.

werewolfwood as ever has a cranky face but a soft little heart :)

[plastic-raccoon]

werewolfwood

[sarcasticmothdraws]

Werewolfwood doodles plus weird creature Vash concept.

[carrotcakebanditdoodles]

vashwood week day 6! Fantasy AU

Medieval! Knight Vash and werewolfwood traveling the land spreading love and peace and having adventures

[typhoonvash]

⩥Plotted Thread: Werewolfwood || @crucifixedsin

The moons were waxing in their cycles as the rosy hues of the setting suns reflected against wispy gray clouds, turning the sky a mess of reds and blues. It was officially the hour where it was officially too late in the day for Vash to be traveling. His legs ached, his feet cramped, his throat begged for water—he was a mess and he desperately needed to find a town to rest in. The plant could last a good while without resources, but even he had a limit.

There was a grumble in his stomach, and suddenly every single box on his wellness checklist had an ‘x’ in it. He sighed in frustration before noticing the outline of a town on the horizon.

‘Finally.’

⇌⇌⇌

It wasn’t until Vash was sitting down in the back of a worn-down saloon that he noticed just how poorly the town was fairing. Even the furniture was falling apart—he had to search for a chair that still had its four original legs attached.

Of course, he had the pick of the litter for chairs; it wasn’t like there were any other patrons spending their evening here. He noticed how shut-in the town was, how people locked their doors and shuttered their windows without so much as a word to the wanderer in town. Vash couldn’t exactly blame them—as curious as he was—why would anyone talk to a stranger who just wandered in from the desert?

He sipped on a flat beer while waiting for his food. Despite the cold welcome from the town itself, the owner of the saloon and inn was kind. He and his son ran the place together, though Vash couldn’t help but notice picture frames depicting a family of four…

The man came out with breakfast for dinner. It was simple, filling, and made with love. His son tended to a room upstairs—likely dusting off pillows and shaking out the covers. Vash squinted at the walls of the saloon; the windows were shuttered tightly, it appeared that they were neatly nailed shut as a permanent measure. He shrugged, letting the innkeeper know that he was going to go on a walk while his son fixed up the room.

Suddenly an arm was gripping his shoulder with fierce intensity. The innkeeper ran to the blond, telling him not to, that there were murders—werewolves—and it was too close to a full moon to go out. Vash, with a nervous chuckle, gestured to his revolver and plucked the concerned man’s hand off of his shoulder before making his way out the door. He could handle himself just fine, always had.

The moons shone brightly overhead—brighter than they were before—nearly full perfect circles. Vash hummed as he began to walk down the trodden dirt path through the town. Tomorrow, he figured, he’d begin helping the town repair a few of the buildings.

“Werewolves huh, that’s a new one.”

[no-one-holds-hands]

werewolfwood e vampvash

[redhotarsenic]

Woofwood. Werewolfwood. Awoowoo if you will….