#➳ （shift: wolfdog）

[barkingwolfdog]

any other canine therians live away from town n when something goes bump in the night you are ALERT and AWAKE my ears are SWIVELING and my hackles are RAISED WHERE’S THE DANGER WHERE IS IT

[whitewolfstracks]

I just realised I'm grieving. Autumn is my favourite part of the year. And I knew it's not gonna be so easy with diagnosis and getting the right treatment. But it will be November before I even know the test results. And then it will probably take time for my joints to heal.

So, no walks in the colourful landscape, no getting on all fours and feeling the damp earth, no inhaling the smell of rotting leaves. No running in the rain. No quadrobics among the dying leaves. I feel robbed of something. Something that fills up my soul.

I have already lost the summer to overheating, avoiding forests because of insects. Usually, I would be hiking. But I made my peace with that. It's too hot, better to stay inside and rest.

But not autumn. Please, not autumn. Please, don't take this away from me...

[theatrekidenergy]

Any other therians (specifically wolf/wolfdog or werewolf kins such as myself) been REALLY shifty today? I’ve been shifting nearly all day and had no clue why until I saw that today is a full moon, I’ve been feeling super alert and awake all day and am getting super energetic and hyper aware the later it gets into the night (it’s currently 7:18pm 09/28/23 as of writing this) and I’m getting super shifty. This happening to any other therians (wolf or not) today and on full moons?

[bluescreenies]

hellooo!! Sorry if this is too personal, it's 100% fine if you don't wanna answer :)

Have you ever had a shift where you had pups, or wanted them, or just generally missed the pack setting of a huge family that you raised yourself?

(I ask because I'm trying to get a scope of canine therians that are like me, so again: absolutely 0 pressure to answer!! I'm so sorry if this is an uncomfortable question for you :,))

ooh, no worries anon! this is a great question!! /gen

In complete honesty, during some (mental) shifts I have experienced, I have yearned for wanting pups to take care of. I also yearn for a pack that I raised myself; it just seems like such a beautiful thing... :)

So yes, anon, I have experienced that! :3

[carefulitbites]

confused abt being a wolfdog therian. I feel instinctually as a wolf would, but at the same time I wait at the fence for a human to fill a bowl with meat and I feel a hand wrapped around my collar to hold me still as the front door rings and I bark, deep and growling, teeth snapping. she knows I wouldn’t hurt the stranger on purpose, but I am much bigger than I realize. So she guides me out the back door, closing it, leaving me to put my paws up on the windowsill to peek inside. I recognize the look of fear in the stranger’s face as he sees me peering at him excitedly, but she reassures that I unfortunately haven’t figured out how to open the door. yet.

[foxboyirl]

went on a walk :-3 🐾 hope i get to roam freely in the woods one day

[whitewolfstracks]

Autumn makes me very shifty. I hated this summer because I was overheating, didn't feel like myself at all, and had to avoid even going to the forests because of the number of insects. And then it started to get colder, the smell in the air changed and it was like coming home. Snow also triggers shifts in me, I get urges to pull a sledge. Must be the dog part of my wolf-dog makeup. I suspect Siberian husky, being a (Siberian) Tundra wolf it would make sense. I get more urges to find a mate in the spring. And, concerning the weather, there's something about rain, mist, cloudy days, and thunder that also affects me a lot. Can't say why tho.

I think that alterhumans/nonhumans don't talk too much about seasonal shifts as someone with many kintypes.

for me, weather or a season really affect my experience.

there are types of shifts/or feelings in general I only experience when it's raining, or the ones that only appear when it's snow outside... for example, it's most likely for me to feel more birdy in colder weather, since wearing baggy chlothes/coats make me feel like they're my feathers, and its more likely for me to feel more dragon-y in warm sunlight, where I can feel my scales while sunbathing

in general, when seasons change, so does my experience with everything... sometimes the weather doesn't make me feel like one of my kintypes at all, and sometimes it's the exact opposite

I noticed it recently, in the last 6 months I couldn't really feel my fox side at all, at the point that made me question my identity, i finally figured out that's cause I mostly experience fox-like shifts in autumn-winter!

let me know your experience with seasons/weather!

~Birdie/Hera

[planet-dusk]

☆ making bad decisions for you ∘ b.c

chan fucked up, and now he's left to deal with the consequences. how does one find someone to help their sweet pup through her heat on such short notice? the first step: call jisung. the second step: stay on the straight path. he has this under control. at least that's what chan thinks, until you throw him a curve...

─── ☆ pairing: bang chan x fem!reader

─── ☆ length: 2.3k

─── ☆ warnings: puppy hybrid!reader, sub!reader, perv!chan, big dick chan, pillow humping, corruption, bondage, unprotected sex, breeding (like a lot), dirty talk, praise, pet names: baby, pup, puppy

─── ☆ note: 18+ minors dni. the characters don’t represent real idols; this is fiction for entertainment purposes only. fictional smut is not a reflection of real life ! always communicate with your partner and practice consensual and safe sex ‹33

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Chan’s in over his head.

He knew this day would come. He should’ve been prepared. But he’s been so busy lately, and he didn’t keep track of your cycle — fuck, if only he could physically beat himself up for being the world’s shittiest owner. 

And of course he can’t find the informational flyers anywhere, and he doesn’t trust the internet, the advice varying so wildly he isn’t sure what to believe. He could call the shelter, but he doesn’t want them to find out he messed up. What if they take you away from him? 

So he calls the only experienced person he can think of: Jisung. 

“I really don’t know what to do, Han, fuck! Please help…”

“Take a deep breath, it’ll be alright. It’s not your fault there’s a suppressant shortage. You sure you don’t want to…?” 

“I can’t, it’s… it’s wrong,” Chan feels the panic rising in his chest again. He takes another gulp of air to calm his shaky nerves. 

“Fine, okay, it was just a suggestion! No need to yell at me, lemme look into it. I'll find a stud for her and come over as soon as my shift’s done, okay? You try to stay calm in the meantime and do exactly as I've told you to. Can you do that?”

“I’m sorry, it’s - I’m a mess, I should’ve seen it coming, but thank you, Ji. Thank you. I owe you one.”

“No worries, bro. Good luck. Call me if you need any help.”

The call disconnects and Chan is left standing alone in the empty bathroom, his heart galloping in his chest. He failed you. But he needs to be there for you now. He's not proud of what he’s about to do, but you’ll understand. He has no other choice. When this is all over you’ll understand. Please, you have to…

“Please forgive me, Y/N,” he whispers and unlocks the door.

As soon as he steps out of the bathroom Chan’s thrown off balance by your body slamming into his. “Channie, sir, please,” you whimper, pressing yourself tighter against his side and wrapping your arms around his neck. Chan feels a blush rise to his cheeks and turns his head away, swallowing harshly. 

“Let’s go to your bedroom, pup.” 

You yelp excitedly and dart off, throwing yourself on the bed. Your tail wags against the sheets and Chan can’t help but smile. When he was a little kid he always thought he’d get a wolfdog hybrid, or a big husky, but then he saw you at the shelter: a little cream coloured mutt with soft ears and a fluffy tail, and he knew he had to bring you home. 

You’re watching him rummage through his nightstand, head cocked and ears pointed. “‘t hurts, Channie, please hurry,” you roll on your back and stay there, skirt sliding down your thighs and almost exposing your panties. Chan coughs. 

“I know, baby, Channie’s here to make it all better,” he mumbles and fishes a pair of padded handcuffs out of the drawer. “Just give me your hands, okay?”

You give him a puzzled look but comply, letting him attach the cuffs to the headboard. “I'm so sorry, puppy, I'm sorry,” he whispers, avoiding your eyes. 

Then he turns around and hurries out of the room, closing the door behind him with a soft but resolute thud. 

Your frustrated howls are loud enough to reach the living room and he flinches. Every noise you make pierces his soul and adds to the pool of guilt in his gut. He had to do it, Jisung told him so — keep her safe, tie her up somewhere, otherwise she might hurt herself. It’s for her best interest. 

Chan knows, but why does it hurt him so much? He checks his phone, looking for a distraction. Two hours left until Jisung’s shift is done. Surely he can find a stud before the end of the day, right? Jisung knows so many people. He said everything would be fine. Chan just has to relax and trust him.

He takes another deep breath and turns on the tv, mindlessly going through the channels. He checks his phone again. 5 minutes have passed. Time’s never felt this slow. 

Eventually he settles on a documentary about tiger hybrids. He almost succeeds in focusing on the (terrible but entertaining) storyline when he notices your howls have changed into softer, breathier sounds. They almost sound like… moans? Chan thinks. He feels his cock stir. He shifts on the couch and stares at the tv, but the screen is a blur and he doesn’t hear a word the voiceover says. 

The noises continue and Chan grows more restless. How…? He looks at his phone again. 90 minutes left. 

With growing curiosity, Chan’s feet lead him to your bedroom almost involuntarily. Your noises have grown softer, little moans and whimpers drifting through the door. With a quiet click he opens it and peeks his head around.

You’re sitting on the bed, awkwardly positioned with your hands still chained to the headboard. Somehow you’ve managed to maneuver one of the pillows between your spread knees. You’re grinding down on it, fluffy tail causing your skirt to ride up. From his position in the doorframe Chan catches a glimpse of your white panties hugging your ass. 

The noises you’re making range from whiny to plain frustrated, the friction not enough to satisfy you. When you bend over to try and find a better position, Chan sucks in a breath, cock swelling at the sight of your soaked panties. You’re so wet the gusset has become almost see through, clinging to the outline of your pussy. 

Chan shouldn’t be here. He should leave before you notice him, before it’s too late. He should go back to the living room, put on his headphones and wait for Jisung to arrive. Let him sort it out. Get you a handsome dog hybrid to help you through your heat. 

“Chan?” your voice is soft, halting his train of thought. “Please…” 

He’s not sure if it’s your broken plea or something else that compels him to move, but Chan steps into your room. Your tail starts to wag slowly and you drop to your elbows, presenting yourself to him. From this distance Chan can see the tantalizing curve where your thighs meet your ass, the spot he wants to lick and suck and tease…

“‘s okay, puppy, Channie’s here.” There’s still time to leave. But you’re looking back at him with your pretty eyes — how could he say no to his sweet pup? He wants to protect you. Keep you safe. Jisung and his stud be damned. 

“I’m so sorry I did this to you, Y/N. I panicked.”

His hand strokes your thigh and you sigh into his touch. “Don’t leave me again, Channie. Promise.”

Chan shakes his head. “It was a mistake, I promise, I’m here with you now pup. Let me help you.” 

You mewl when his fingers graze your clothed slit. “Sir, ‘s hurting, don’t make me wait any longer, need you to breed me now, please,” you trail off, grinding back against his hand. 

Normally Chan would take his time to explore your body, tease you until you’ve cum at least twice before he’d give you his cock. But he hears the urgency in your voice, your pained little whimpers as you tug at your restraints. 

And it’d be a lie to say he hasn’t fantasized about this before. Late at night in his own bedroom while he tried to muffle his moans, unsure of what your sensitive ears could pick up. 

Chan slides your panties down your thighs with shaky hands. Your pretty cunt’s all puffy and glossy with your slick and it drips down his fingers when he pushes two inside. 

Your reaction is instantaneous, a pleasant gasp as you arch your back for him. “Need more, need your cock, need it now,” you plead again. 

“You sure you can take it, puppy?”

Chan rolls his plush bottom lip between his teeth. He doesn’t want to hurt you. 

“‘Mmm don’t care, make it fit,” you pout and wag your tail for him, “Channie.”

He’ll never tire of hearing his name like this. A broken sound, filled with so much need it goes straight to his head. 

He chucks off his pants and his boxers, hard cock springing free and slapping against his abdomen. He slides the tip over your slit to wet it, holding your hips to keep you still. Then he sheathes himself in your dripping heat inch by inch, whispering soft praises into the air between you. 

“Just like that, puppy, don’t move. Gonna fill you up so good baby, let me take care of you.”

Chan knows he’s big, watches your pretty hole stretch to accommodate him. He groans at how wet and warm you feel. It’s even better than he imagined. When you shift forward on your knees he growls, “Where do you think you’re going, pup? I'm not even halfway in yet.”

He pushes in deeper, watches you arch your back even more. “Channie, so full,” you pant when he finally bottoms out, stilling for a moment to catch his breath. The sensation of your soft, velvety cunt around him is overwhelming all his senses. 

“Yeah? Is my puppy nice and full?”

“Wanted - wanted this for so long,” you say and his heart makes a little leap. He knows it’s just your heat-clouded mind talking, the hormones making you more susceptible to his presence. But there’s a small part of him that dares to hope you’re speaking the truth. 

“Yah - wanted my sir, my Channie,” you nod when he starts moving, holding tight onto the handcuff’s chain. He briefly considers removing them, but you don’t seem to mind being tied up like this, pushing back on his cock like the neediest little thing he’s ever seen.

My Channie.

“I want you too, Y/N,” he groans and you hum at the sound of your name. “Can’t stay away from you - my pretty baby… knew it from the day I brought you home.”

You’re moaning every time his hips meet yours, soft uh-uh-uh’s like music to his ears. Your pussy is gushing around his length, and Chan’s not sure how long he’s going to last if you keep clenching down on him like this.

“Fuck, puppy - you’re hugging my cock so tight,” he lands a playful smack on your ass, “want me to breed you that bad, huh? Want me to stuff you full with pups?”

He tilts your hips to reach even deeper, fat cock slamming into you with force. You’re slumping against the mattress and he hovers over your back to nip at your ear, eliciting another moan from you. The soft fur of your tail tickles his abs but Chan is too focused on the erratic pulsing of your walls around him. 

“Are you going to cum for me, baby? I can feel you’re close, just let go. I’ve got you. Channie’s got you. My good girl.”

You sob and he feels your release gush around him, fucking you through your high with renewed vigor. You’re a blabbering mess, unable to form words except for “Channie,” “please,” and “fuck.” 

“Did my puppy lose her tongue?” He grins. “Getting all dumb on my cock after one orgasm, and I haven’t even bred you yet, baby.”

“Please…need it,” you whisper into the sheets, “need you to cum inside, please, sir.”

Even with his weight pressing you into the bed you’re still angling your hips up more, and Chan buries his face into the crook of your neck. You smell so good, like vanilla and the heady scent of sex. “I always keep my promise, pup, I’m going to breed you so well you’ll feel it dripping out of you for the next three days.”

You turn your head just enough to catch his gaze, your eyes so glossy and fucked-out Chan loses all composure. He ruts into you one, two more times before ropes of thick cum paint your inner walls and tumble you headfirst into another orgasm. 

His thighs are shaking, your cunt milking him of every last drop until he’s a panting mess on top of you. For a moment the two of you lay still, breathing heavily, until Chan realizes you’re still chained to the bed. He pulls out and you mumble something when you feel his cum drip out of you, rubbing your thighs together. 

Chan unclasps the handcuffs and kisses your wrists, hugs you close and captures your lips with his own. They’re so soft, needy little sounds already escaping you again as you rut against his thigh. “Need more, Channie.” 

“Insatiable little thing,” he grins and traces your puffy cunt with his fingers. “Can’t get enough, can you?” 

He slips one finger in your sensitive hole just as the doorbell rings. You look up in surprise, eyes wide and ears darting in all directions. 

Chan kisses you again. “Ignore the bell, pup. I’m not going anywhere. Made a promise, remember? Need to breed you nice and round. Maybe make you beg a little more for it,” he chuckles, “let me see how needy you can really get.” 

You’re grinding down on his thigh now and Chan doesn’t care how long he has to stay here with you, he’ll give you whatever you want. He’ll spend days holed up inside your nest if he has to. 

You grab his shirt and pull him closer, and the blaring sound of his ringtone rips him out of his reverie. 

He rolls over with a groan and hits the green button, cutting off Jisung’s voice. “It’s already taken care of, Ji. Thank you.”

“Wha —? You sly dog!”

Chan throws his phone into a corner and rolls you onto your back, slotting himself between your thighs with a smile. “Don’t worry, pup. I won’t let anyone else touch you ever again.”

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[livinglycan]

☽ ~ The sand shifts beneath your paws and the scent of salt fills your nostrils ~ 𓃥

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ "𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚍, 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍" ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

Ello!! You can call me Theo, Ari, or Feng! I'm transmasc and my pronouns are He/It/That + any dog or (were)wolf related neos! I'm (feralromantic) aroallo, MLM/Gay, wolfdog freak, and objectum.

Feralromantic and wolfdog freak are both coins termed by me!

I am a werewolf. This is not a kintype, I am physically a werewolf. I’ll still post under the werewolfkin tags because I feel like werewolfkin can relate to my experience. I am a therian and otherkin but stuff relating to that can be found on my main blog, @confused-canid where I interact from. I appreciate the use of tone tags for me!

This blog is for me posting about me being a werewolf, or werewolf related things! This could be my selfships, art writings, etc.! My tags are: #Running with the wolves🐺 - Talking with my mutuals! #Howling at the moon🌕 - Original posts that are text! #Weird little claw marks✏️ - My art! This will usually be paired with text so it will be tagged as #Howling at the moon🌕 and as #Weird little claw marks✏️! #yapping back🌙 - Responding to asks! #Tasty posts🦴 - reblogs relating to this blog but not therian related or my own (usually used for posts I’m saving for later), #Rabies🥩 - Gore, animal death, angry stuff, and other things that make me hungry, #Home🌲 - Heart-home (Vancouver island) stuff, #Mother🏹🦌 - Artemis worship related things, #Little wolf🐾 - Agere posts (rbs and original ones

Theriotypes:

~Harlequin great Dane

~Bottlenose dolphin

~Western coyote (unsure what type but one that lives in or near Kansas, prairie dwelling)

~Leopard seal

~ Rocky mountain Bighorn sheep

Kintypes:

~Merfolk

~Two legged dragon

~Marble fox Kitsune

Others:

~Equidae clado hearted

~Changeling holothere

~ Lemon shork (Kaiju paradise)

~ Like slime pup (Kaiju paradise)

~ Nightcrawler (Kaiju paradise)

~ Chocolate sprinklekit (Kaiju paradise)

~ Lockheed SR-71 blackbird

DNI: Basic DNI criteria+, NSFW blog, make a lot of nsfw posts about werewolves, Radqueer, RCTA, Proship or any variants of it, Demonizes cluster B disorders or delusions/are an ableist, Zionist/pro Israel (Get tf off my blog. Seriously. Like, leave right now. I will maul you.), antikin, fakeclaimer, anti researched self diagnoses, pro Trump, pro Biden (Trump is bad and so is Joe. He is directly funding the genocide against Palestine.), anti ACAB, Pro contact for harmful paras (People w/ big 3 and other harmful (if acted on) paras can interact but don’t go against the rest of my DNI. I hope you can recover, I'm proud of you. You can do this.), anti atypical dysphoria, or are here to debate me about my identity.

Anyways, bye creatures!

Last updated July Fith 2024

I live in the central daylight timezone / CT, in case you want to talk

a lot of this was just to show off these dividers

^silly little werewolf gif collage ^^

[c0la-queen]

HELLO!! I just wanted to say that I am absolutely IN LOVE with your works!!! 😭😭😭 its hard to even find EW fanfics nowadays and your fics have such high quality it’s like finding shiny, luxurious beautiful diamonds.

I genuinely love how you depict all of the characters so much I don’t think any other resonates with me as much as yours does, most Especially Tord. My god, you write him so well, his midly uncanny strange-esq demeanor and off-putting nature fits Perfectly with his character being a child solider and all, being subjected to the horrors of survival, war and being so close to death at such a young age growing up Would absolutely make him a little abnormal, like there’s something definitively wrong with him in that twisted mind of his. I love that truly.

I’ve been mega binging your works to read for fun and I love them so much— but most especially the Hybrid series I love SOOOO MUCHHHHH AGHHHH and I wanted to ask of you were going to continue it in any forms??? 🥹🥹🥹 like hcs, more drabbles, imagines or literally Anything frfr I beg of you 😭😭🙏 I love the wolfdog boys so much hicccc…

I ALSO SAW THAT YOU WERE ASKING IF WE WANTED REVERSE AU! WHERE READER IS THE HYBRID INSTEAD AND YES ABSOLUTELY I would love to see how the gang handles her and whatnot if you’d like to make that still whehehe, anything you want really!! 😭 thank you so much for your hard work and thank you even more if you manage to write these requests 💖💖💖🥹

USUEUSSJDJ YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH THIS MEANS TO ME WAAAAH!! Sometimes I get a little insecure about my writing, so to hear all the sweet things you guys say always makes my entire day!! And hearing you say that about my Tord is literally one of the highest forms of praise I've ever received!! I'll probably make some more content of the Hybrid Boys as well, since I love this Hybrid AU a lot! But for now, here's a drabble of Hybrid Reader that I've been working on for a little bit!!! I hope you enjoy!! Mwah mwah!!

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Stray Bunny | Eddsworld x Reader

Warnings: Drunk Tom, Reader is a bunny hybrid because I love bunnies fight me, the boys are victim to the Hybrid Distribution System

Words: 1.4k

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You didn't know where to go. You didn't have anywhere to go. The rain was going to start falling soon.

Worst of all, you were stuck in your shifted form. A mixture of anxiety, paranoia, and hopelessness had caused you to shift by pure instinct, and you couldn't get yourself to calm down enough to go back.

So you just... run. Run down the sidewalk as the rain droplets begin to fall, dodging between pedestrians' legs. You didn't know where you were going, but you knew you had to go somewhere.

The harder the rain fell, the less people were on the streets. Rushing home and ducking into nearby shops to take shelter until the storm eased up. A few brave umbrella wielders kept walking, determined to finish their journey.

Every drop that splashed against your body soaked into your fur, weighing it down and making your running more difficult. You were passing a building when suddenly the door was thrown open aggressively, making you yelp and scramble to a stop.

You watched as a young man staggered out of the building. From the smell and the sounds and the brief peek you got through the door, it was a pub. The man was unsteady on his feet, you wouldn't be surprised if he was absolutely piss drunk right now.

Not wanting to get tangled in his feet, you stopped, stepping back to wait for him to pass. He whistled a tune, fishing a cigarette box out of his pocket and popping one in between his teeth -

-before stopping. And staring.

At you.

Surely he was piss drunk because instead of being disgusted or angry - or anything else you expected, really - he immediately dropped his unlit cigarette to the ground without a care in the world. He crouched in front of you, starting to coo and baby talk.

You were too confused to even process what he was saying - he was too drunk to know what he was saying, either.

Next thing you knew, you were being scooped up into his hands. He continued to coo and talk as he pressed his cheek against your fur.

The sound of car tires drew your attention. You peeked up in time to see car headlights pulling into the parking lot of the pub. At the sight, the man holding you tucked you safely into his hood. You made a sound, but he just giggled and shushed you.

You couldn't complain too much, though. It was warm, and dry.

"Tom, mate, you look like shit."

"And you, Matt, look like the queen."

"You've definitely had too many drinks. Get in the car."

Surprisingly, the drunk man - Tom, it seemed - took care not to smush you against the carseat. Slowly, your panic began to subside. The warmth of the AC and the gentle movements of the car driving down the road eventually lulled you to sleep.

--

You jolted awake when Tom began moving again. The car had stopped, apparently reaching its destination. You couldn't see anything but the dark blue fabric, so you weren't quite sure where you were.

Was this the safest choice you could've made? No. But, in your mind, it was better than the streets.

"Matt. How many bloody drinks did he have?"

"Don't ask me. He wasn't very conversational in the car."

"Fuckin' hell."

Tom's movements stopped for a moment. Then, he was falling. Well, you were both falling. You squeaked as you tumbled out of his hood, rolling onto the carpeted floor below. Whatever conversation had been going on above you stopped.

"Is that... a rabbit?"

You righted yourself, shaking your head to get your ears out of your face. It was a house that you were in, more specifically a living room. Tom was laying on his stomach on a couch. He must have drunkenly flopped down onto it, causing you to fall out of his hood.

Two more men were standing beside the couch. Staring at you in disbelief. You attempted to shrink in on yourself, trying to make yourself as small as possible.

"Edd, the poor thing is soaked. Look at how it's trembling. We can't get rid of it."

"I wasn't planning on it. Jesus, I'm not heartless."

The man named Edd crouched down next to you, gently picking you up in his hands. His fingers smoothed over your head, gently scratching at the base of your ear. Embarrassing as it was, you fucking melted.

"Of course Tom would get drunk and bring an animal home. I'm just glad it's not something rabid."

"I'll go get a towel to dry them off. The poor dear is probably freezing."

While the other man disappeared down a hall, the one holding you carried you over to the kitchen.

"I'm sure you're hungry. Rabbits like carrots, don't they? I don't know how realistic that portrayal is."

You couldn't help but huff at that. It was an annoying stereotype in your opinion - though you did enjoy the taste of carrots regardless.

"Rabbits are herbivores. They'll eat any kind of vegetable or plant you offer them."

Edd set you down on the counter as he opened the fridge.

"Nice of you to join the land of the living, Tord."

The newest addition to the room scared you the most. He was intimidating looking, muscular and mean. His cold eyes were fixed on you.

When he approached, you backed away slightly. Noticing this, he made sure to lift his hand slowly, extending a finger out to you. You watched his hand move cautiously. He slid his finger under your head, gently scratching your chin. To your horror, your back foot thumped against the counter.

You were going to die of embarrassment.

Tord's lips quirked up in a small, amused smile.

"Do I even want to know why there is a bunny in the kitchen?"

"Tom's drunk."

"Ah."

Matt eventually returned with a towel.

The three men absently chatted as Matt gently and thoroughly dried your soaked fur. You were completely relaxed in his hold. He even made sure to be especially careful drying your ears.

Yeah, there were definitely worse things than this.

In your relaxed state, you didn't quite account for just how much you had calmed down. Before you knew it, you had suddenly shifted back into your normal form.

The three men froze. You froze.

"....hi."

The longer the silence stretched out, the more fear built up inside of you. What if they were angry? What if they threw you out? What if they hurt you?

As possibilities ran through your head, tears started to well in your eyes.

"What the fuck."

The dam broke. Tears flooded down your cheeks, sobs catching in your throat.

The three men jumped into action. Matt drew you into his arms, holding you securely.

"Tord! Look what you did!"

"Me?? What did I do??"

"You scared the poor thing! I can feel her trembling."

"I feel like my response was very reasonable."

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One plate of carrots and ranch later, and your tears had been calmed. Having tired yourself out, you were lying comfortably in Edd's lap in an armchair. Matt and Tord were sitting on the couch. They had moved Tom to a makeshift bed on the floor where they could keep an eye on him until he was sober.

Edd's fingers ran through your hair, smoothing out any knots he found. Occasionally he would scratch at the base of your ears, making you hum happily.

Amongst your tears earlier, Matt had managed to coax your story out of you. Now, they were deciding what to do.

"She doesn't have a handler, Edd. We can't just turn her away."

"I know, Matt. I don't want to kick her out."

The two men looked at Tord expectantly.

"What?"

"No dissenting opinions?"

"Of course not. I'm not a fucking monster."

"What about Tom?"

Edd glanced down at the fourth man.

"He's forfeiting his vote."

With that, Edd gently cupped your cheeks and tilted your head up to look at him. Through the sleepy haze of your vision, you saw him give you a gentle smile.

"What's your vote, bunny? Do you wanna stay here with us?"

Did you? These were four men that you didn't know. Despite that, they had been kinder to you than anyone had been in a long time.

You didn't have to think long about your answer.

You nodded, slow and lazy as you fought against sleep.

Edd laughed softly, settling you back down.

"Get some sleep, love. You're alright now. We've got you.”

Taking those words to heart, you slept better than you had in months.

[scottie-the-wolfdog]

ALTER-TOBER

Me and ZigZagWolf on deviantart made Alter-tober (like ink-tober but alterhumen/alterbeing themed)

'Type stands for kintype, kithtype, theriotype, etc

1. Draw your 'type(s)

2. Draw how you see humanity though an alterhumen/alterbeing lense

3 Draw how you wish you looked (humanish/possible)

4. Draw how you wished you looked (further from human)

5. draw yourself with gear

6. Draw what you though you were before figuring out your real 'type(s)

7. draw your friends 'type(s)

8. design a mask (digitally or actually making it)

9. Draw yourself doing something your 'type does

10. Draw yourself with your 'type

11. draw the place/biome/whatever your 'type lives.

12 Draw something related to why your a alterhuman belifs or origin (like a memory, soul, copying an animal etc)

13. Draw something you hate about being alterhuman

14. Draw something you love about being alterhuman

15. Draw the moment you realized you were alterhuman

16. Draw a way you connect to your 'type(s)

17 .Depict a non-human feature you wish you had unrelated to your 'type(s)

18. Depict how different cultures represent your 'type(s) (art, stories, folklore).

19. Depict what triggers a shift (e.g., full moon, emotions, nature).

20. Create a symbol, crest, or sigil that represents your alterhuman self.

21. Design tattoo based off your 'type's (ex a marking your type usually has or just a tattoo of your 'type)

22. Draw your 'type as a plushie

23. Draw inspired by a song that makes you think of your alterhuman/alterbeing experience

24. Draw your 'type's relationship with another species

25. Draw a food you relate to your 'type

26. Draw an item your relate to your 'type

27. Draw an species related to your type (ex if your a lion draw an another feline or something)

28. if your type is domestic draw a wild ver of your type and vis versa/if your humeniod draw a more animalistic ver of your type

29. if you have mutiple 'types draw them combined if not draw your 'type combined with a species you like

30. draw your type as abstract art

31 Free day!!!

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Sorry if it's not inclusive btw I tried to make it as inclusive as possible but objectkin, conceptkin, polymorph, etc might not be able to use this :( Also tag me if you do any of the prompts!!!

Deviantart post : https://www.deviantart.com/scottie-the-wolfdog/art/Alterhumen-October-READ-DESC-1105094454

[whitewolfstracks]

Thinking about getting into reading Kazan the wolfdog again. I usually read it in winter, but I really need a comfort read rn, when reading is about the only thing I can do. I believe the book was my wolf awakening.

I read it when I was about 6-9. Together with Bella and Sebastian. That's how I got my nickname. I identified with Bella, the Beast very much. Me and my friend used to play she was Barí, Kazan's son, and I was Bella.

However, in time, Bella also became a wolfdog because I didn't vibe with being just a dog, so only the coat colour remained. We were usually playing we were hunted by humans and experimented on and had to get away. I also felt wolfish when we were on a stage of a musical we played in. In retrospect, these were probably the first times I shifted.

Then I used to run around streets wary of people fully in wolf mode. I also had these like experiences from other astral planes, I guess?? I dreamed about the wolf being in its own world that I recognised, and when I got hurt there, I got phantom pains in the waking world in my human body.

My friend eventually grew up from it, which, for me at the time, was a great betrayal. I didn't. Then things got really bad at home, and I started hearing this voice. It was wise, it used to advise and comfort me. At that time, I really believed it's a being from a different world reaching out to me. An elf I could meet in someone one day.

I started to believe I was an elf, and that's why I'm so different from humans around me when I started middle school. I was vulnerable to prey upon, so that's how I met a guy online who was 10 years older (I was 13 at the time) who said he was a barbarian and a werewolf. I thought I loved him and that he loved me.

But he blackmailed me emotionally, calling me to describe how he cut himself, threatening to kill himself. In the end, he left me. It threw me into deep depression, for a year, I was functioning like a zombie, identifying strongly with Bella in the New Moon, probably also because of the same name.

I remember nothing from that year. Something in me died then. It was the elf part. From that time on, it was only the Wolf as my companion, and as I met my pack then (in 2009) it fully awakened as my theriotype even though I didn't know the term yet.

The Kazan book still makes me very shifty these days, even giving me urges to pull sledge in the snow.

[sleepyc0smic]

Yes, I'm a Polytherian/Polykin :] I'm writing down current types! I will remove or add to the list if I awakened something.

I'm an Otherhearted

Awakened: 06/28/24

I experience phantom limbs of wings, tails, fangs, teeth, claws, and ears. Especially Phantom ears and wings.

Slight mental shifts and emotional shifts.

Confirmed Therian types:

Canines:

Cross Fox

Marbled Fox

Grey Wolf

Costal Wolf

Dark Brown Wolf

Alexander Archipelago Wolf

Wolfdog

Bernese Mountain Dog

German Shepherd

Akita

Kangal

Norwegian Elkhound

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Feline:

Maine Coon

Calico cat

Canada Lynx

Siberian Tiger

Cougar

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Birds:

Great eared nightjar

Harpy Eagle

Barn Owl

Crow

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Reptiles:

Alligator

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(Doing research)

Unconfirmed/questioning types:

Horsekin

Ghostkin

Sheepkin

Snakekin

Batkin

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Otherkin:

Angel/Divine

God/Deity

Celestial

Monster

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Conceptkin:

Light

Stars

Clouds

It feels nice to make this list!

[poplarbark]

its funny cause. my fursona is a rust coloured wolfdog, but when i see myself in shifts or get phantom limbs, theyre black and grey... . especially my tail. but other times it is sandy and rust coloured like it is on my sona! strange happenings

[thecouncilofcreatures]

Lmao, not me kinsidering more...

So, 100% confirmed :

Fox Ambitherian (silver white mark fox, cross fox, fennec fox, fox [ambiguous]) - holothere

Wolfdog Therian - comes in shifts

Plureon OCkin - holothere

Questioning :

Cheetah - hearttype?

Crow - hearttype? // Mourning dove - IDK??

Cat (Ragdoll) - theriotype (shifts, like wolfdog)

Ace of Spades (playing card) - hearttype?

Raaaahhhhhh!! Why must identity be so tricky?!

-Ace

Edit : blue bicolor ragdoll???

[aviancanine]

Userbox & banner by kthecritter

🪵 Intro

🌿 Hi I’m Allen! I’m gay, transmasc & disabled. I’ve been awakened for a few months and I want to connect in the community, this is a sideblog dedicated to my alterhumanity. I’ll be using it to really talk about my experiences and ask questions since I haven’t had a space to do that and desperately need one! My main art blog is @canidthyme and follows/likes would come from there.

🌿 I’m a partially human psychological polytherian & otherkin! I feel like an osprey the majority of the time and feel like a wolf the strongest with shifts. My otherkin identity is difficult to explain and share but it is integral to me.

🪵 my current types

🌿 Theriotypes

-Osprey

-Wolf & red wolf

-Eastern coyote

-Feline, strongest in bobcat

🌿 Kithtypes

-Feline

🌿 Fictotypes

-Wolf Link

🌿 Questioning

-Other bird of prey theriotypes

-Werewolf

-Elf

-wolfdog

🪵 Boundaries

🌿 Queerphobes exclusionists TERFS & radfems, zoos, proshippers, zionists, pedos maps & supporters, incest & supporters, and similar are not welcome and I do not want you interacting with me, you will be blocked on sight. I am also not comfortable with misanthropes or misanthropy views.

🌿 Absolutely no nsfw interaction or sexualization. It is not tolerated and you will be blocked immediately.

🌿 I only want to be mutuals with people who are 16+. I find it difficult to interact with younger folks new to the internet and mature themes may be present on my blog. However anyone 13 & above is welcome to interact and follow!

Thank you for reading 💚🪶🐾