#🐾 ​┄ my posts

[cisplural]

Little sister sitting under big brother’s desk.

Little sister sitting on big brother’s lap.

Little sister sitting on big brother’s face.

Big brother fucking little sister’s throat.

Big brother fucking little sister’s tight hole.

Big brother fucking little sister’s thighs.

[griveotesi]

[caniscanidae]

so fucked up i gotta do human things like wdym i have to do the dishes or go to the grocery store??? i'm literally just a canine...

[cocomeow]

The most gorgeous and fluffy girl

[pawblematic-moved]

furstyles and such.

[hungryunity]

— permaperfume

;; a term for an individual who permanently smells like perfume! any smell .

[radouppy]

mai oc named sunny!!

[ellie-woody]

All the pictures I have of him in drag:

[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 ^^

[cisplural]

Thinking about biting him like a rabid dog. Out of love, obviously.

[bio-hazard]

Charlie's original Classrooms video makes my head spin and i had to write about it. i dont know how to do these intros help

smut !!! minors dni !!

~2k words, gn!reader, i made up backrooms to fit my needs i was Not looking up actual levels for this im sorry

warnings: dubcon (it's not unwanted but there's no verbal consent), face fucking, charlie's a bit of a freak but he's been isolated in the backrooms for god knows how long he's earned it

A dare. It was supposed to be a dare. Go into the creepy abandoned school, take photo evidence of you being there, and leave.

Except this had to be the worst dare in the history of dares, because now you were wandering for what felt like days through these strange and dangerous levels just trying to get out and go home. You weren’t hungry or thirsty, and aside from the horrific feeling that thought gave you, it wasn’t so bad. If anything it was convenient with how often you had to be running or hiding.

Slowly you had noticed patterns across all the layers that didn’t seem to add up. Slightly crumpled papers, scuffs, missing dust and discarded batteries. Someone else was here, and hopefully they were human. More importantly: Hopefully they were friendly.

The slight reprieve of the elevator didn’t last as long as you would’ve hoped, the ding signalling the start of another rat race. You stepped out and took a deep breath as the grey lined walls seemed to stretch on, thinning out as they went. At least this one wasn’t wet. It was cold and narrow and the thought of what naturally dwelled in such a space made your skin crawl. As you walked, being sure to stay as quick and quiet as possible, you saw something out of the corner of your eye cross at an intersection in the labyrinthian halls. Surely a glimpse of what horrors could kill you here wouldn’t.. well. It might kill you. But what did you really have to lose? Every time you thought you were surely dead, you woke up back in the elevator.

You followed after it as silent as possible, peeking around corners until you saw him. A person. An actual person who didn’t have strange features or some bloodthirsty intent present in his body language. If this was a trap, then damn you for falling for it but the chance at companionship was too good to lose.

He was looking in his bag and muttering, leaning against the wall as he knocked old batteries out of his camcorder and popped new ones back in. Then he looked up. His face shifted quickly from confusion to horror, and before you could react he sprinted off in the opposite direction.

“Wait!!” You shouted after him, trying not to trip or ram into any of the short stops and tight corners of the level. Every turn you could see less and less of him until something else caught both of your attention.

Skittering along the roof. You hadn’t paid attention to the roof since it seemed so far away but now you realized your shout had probably alerted whatever was on this level to your location, and the running didn’t help.

The other person seemed to know where they were going as they picked up the speed, and as you chased him you noticed the hall begin to widen out again, before the elevator door finally came into view. He dove in and hit the button before staring at you and seemingly deciding something. As the skittering grew louder and you got closer to the elevator, he grabbed you by the shirt and yanked you in.

The doors hesitated to close just enough to give you a full view of the centipede-like creature that lunged out of the ceiling.

"What the fuck."

You wondered if you had said it out loud before you realized it wasn’t your voice. It was his. You finally remembered you were alive and stood up straight, feeling hope for once since you wound up here.

“Oh my god!” You gasped, raising your hands. “I-! I’m so sorry if I scared you I just- I thought I would be alone here forever!”

He studied your face, then let his eyes trail down you. You were soaked and scraped and your clothes were worn and torn from what felt like countless deaths, but he deemed you safe enough to actually accept.

“You’re an actual human being.” He breathed, then a small laugh escaped, before turning into something manic and a little intimidating. You flinched a little and laughed along awkwardly. “You’re a fucking person! You’re an actual person!! Human flesh! I never thought I’d see it again! It’s been- God, fucking months?? I don’t know-“

Your heart broke for him and you quickly hugged him, his words dying in his throat with a pathetic whine. You stayed like that for a few minutes as he slumped against you.

“You can hug me back. This is.. Terrifying. And-“ You couldn’t finish your thought before he was wrapping his arms around you and spinning you around, practically crushing you. His face found a spot somewhere between your chest and neck that made you shiver while his fingers edged their way under your shirt. “Um-“

“Right-! Fuck, it’s been so long I almost forgot my manners!” He pulled his face away with a nervous, almost delirious chuckle, but kept his arms tightly around your waist. “I’m Charlie.”

You laughed in a polite but nervous manner before introducing yourself as well.

“I never thought I’d get to see people again.. You smell so good..” His voice was a little more than a soft whine, you almost didn’t hear him.

“Pardon..?” You squirmed in his grasp a little but it only seemed to make his grip tighten.

“Your skin is so soft.. You’re so..” He pressed his mouth to your skin as you tried to squirm away more. “Please.. Please, I need this..”

Before you could even comprehend his words, you felt him press tighter against you, like he had entirely forgotten you were a person. “It’s been so long and- and you’re just.. so soft..” He breathed against your skin as if trying to taste it without being too forward.

“Charlie- Uhm-“ You didn’t know what to say. Sure it had been a while but you had just met the guy.

He seemed to have a moment of sanity as he stopped and pulled away, flushed red.

“I- Ah-..” His voice trailed off into a whine as his thighs shifted. You could tell he was genuinely ashamed though. “Sorry.”

It wasn't like you could fault the guy. He seemed like he'd been here much longer than you had, and... Well. Even while being all roughed up from the horrific world you found yourself in, you couldn't deny you weren't a little flattered, as strange as it felt to admit that. How long had it been..?

“It’s- Fine, really. I could get how you’d get overwhelmed with suddenly seeing another person.” You felt uneasy with the way he stared at you, almost hungry. You started to find yourself hoping he also didn’t feel hunger, but figured this wasn’t the time to ask.

The elevator dinged again and you both turned to face what looked like the front entrance to a domestic house. It looked dusty and abandoned and the lights were out aside from some unseen windows letting in an eerie ambient blue lighting.

“Have you been to any of these levels before?” You whispered to him as you made sure there was nothing immediately in front of you.

“Uh- No. I haven’t seen the exact same level twice..” He whispered back as he grabbed your hand and pulled you along.

The level itself was mostly empty and creepy with the only threat being a slow moving ghostly figure that would survey the house. Neither of you two wanted to find out what happened if it were to see you, and covering yourself in sheets or otherwise staying out of the direct line of sight seemed to work.

You two were discussing where to go next when you realized the heavy shuffling was right around the corner. With no sheets to hide under, you opted to shove Charlie into the nearest doorway and hope for the best. It happened to be a small closet just barely big enough for both of you to fit in, pressed chest to chest. The boxes in the closet seemed to shove Charlie onto you as you slammed the door shut, catching the attention of the creature outside. With your hands pinned to the door behind you when you slammed it shut, Charlie was pressed into you by the unstable boxes with no way to

The hiding spot would’ve been just fine if he hadn’t tried to shove the boxes back, only to slice his hand on the cardboard.

“Ow, Shit-!” He hissed, scrunching his face up in the minimal lighting. “What the h-“

“Shh!” You stared at him, bewildered. It occurred to you that he hadn’t realized it was right outside but you didn’t know how to communicate that without unnecessarily speaking yourself.

“I cut myself on cardboard!” He whispered at you, upset. You had to stop him from talking but you couldn’t cover his mouth. “How the hell do you cut yourself on cardboard— mmpf-!”

His eyes widened as you smashed your lips into his, praying he took the hint to shut up. The creature outside seemed to shift after a while, losing interest. You couldn’t get caught now. As Charlie pulled away, you let out a low whine that seemed to make his resolve disappear right then and there. You could swear you tasted the desperation on his tongue as he kissed you, pressing you into the door like his life depended on it.

By the time you two pulled away to breathe, the creature had already left and probably been gone for a while. Charlie reached around you and quickly pulled the both of you out of the closet, tugging you down the hall as the boxes clattered down behind him.

Running into a bedroom he closed the door and found a chair to pry it shut. He placed his camera on an antique looking dresser then turned to you with a pleading, conflicted face.

“Charlie?-“

He walked up to you, keeping up with every step you took back. Charlie’s hands raised to your jaw and held it, eyes softening as he took in your face.

“We have to work together to get out of here, but before we can start that you need to just do one thing for me..” His voice was soft and warm, and you felt yourself flustered a little as he spoke.

“Okay..?”

His hands slid to your shoulders, quickly buckling your weight until you fell to your knees in front of him.

“Let me have this," Charlie breathed, undoing his pants. He was already hard, you could tell as much in the closet, but having him move this suddenly took you off guard.

There was a moment between you two as you swallowed and realized what he was asking for. He watched as you made no move to pull away or fight, not an ounce of resistance in your eyes. A slight smile curled onto his face.

“Charlie, is this really?—" Your question was cut off as Charlie wasted no time in forcing himself into your mouth, looking utterly intoxicated by the view.

“Please- Please just let me have this, I’ll do anything you want too I just can’t keep going without this.. God you’re so good..” He whined, petting your hair. The man at least took the time to let you adjust rather than making you choke right away. “So good for me..”

You really had to consider your options here. Sure there was plenty of horrors outside the door, ready to kill you and here he was, fucking your face while not caring if this was the time or place. But he’s also attractive, competent and actually seems to care about getting the both of you out, and … Fuck. You found this hot. You never told him to stop and honestly the thought to do so hadn't even crossed your mind. Surely that was something to figure out another time, when you were home and not in some other plane of reality on your knees, staring up at the disheveled man fucking your mouth and staring at you like you hung the moon.

The second you heard Charlie's breath pick up and you clued in that he was close, he ran his fingers through your hair and gripped it tightly, beginning to fuck your throat faster. The gasps and moans made the tears and inevitable sore throat worth it, at least.

His voice cracked as he came, holding himself as deep in your throat as he could. You didn’t have a choice but to swallow, coughing as he pulled back and caught his breath, tidying himself up. Charlie crouched down immediately after and checked you over, wiping your chin of any liquids that had dripped from your mouth.

“You look.. Wrecked.” Part of him sounded aroused while the other sounded horrified, not sure how he should feel about what he had done to you. “I’m so sorry, I really-“

You cut him off by grabbing his shirt and pulling him into a kiss, despite a till trying to catch your breath.

“It’s okay.” You smiled at him, watching his face screw up at the taste of his own cum. “I promise.”

“Did I really make you swallow that?? Jesus Christ..” He stared at you, a little concerned. You just laughed at him, wiping your lips.

After he considered that, he took his bag out and immediately handed you some water he had been holding onto.

“I’m not thirsty, you don’t need to-“

“I don’t have much else to take care of you with..” Charlie frowned, tilting his head.

You stared at him for a moment, before smiling softly.

“How about we just get out of here, then worry about aftercare? It'll be welcomed after... Everything."

That seemed to satiate him as he put his items away and stood, helping you stand up. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head and squeezed your hand.

“I will, I promise. I’ll take care of you until we get out of here, and for every moment after until you’re safe.”

There was a distant bang.

“Let’s uh.. Let’s worry about getting to the next safe moment right now, though.”

“Good idea.”

[paintedpuppy]

its so weird when ppl talk about common experiences with autism or ADHD when you can't relate to those.

Like I don't remember ever being some isolated weird kid when I was little who didn't get what was wrong with me, I was friendly with a ton of ppl in my class despite being a bit weird until I got older. (But maybe ppl r talking abt when they got older not when they were little)

Same with ADHD but I don't get that feeling of having multiple thoughts unless I actively try to think multiple thoughts. I see a ton of ppl talk abt this with adhd n I don't experience it when it seems to be nearly universal. My thoughts are a bit fast sometimes but not always.

[cocomeow]

This is not a cat, this is a pancake 🥞

[doccywhomst]

♫ CLOWN MUSIC INTENSIFIES ♪

[sugarpuptard]

i wanna do my makeup n dress up but i also keep feeling blehhhhh ughhh i wish i had more motivation, i gotta force myself cuz i wanna practice different looks more. i gotta find some jirai makeup tutorials to follow n not make my room a mess looking for my clothes lul, i wanna feel cute and take pics

[dogindirt]

Dog posting dog posting dog posting!!!!