#-wolfbeast

[corvid-canidae-art]

bleeding heart | rabbithunter

[sketches I have made]

[gooopy]

Grits my teeth guys. Bloodborne tf2. Guys starts shaking. Guys powderkeg demoman do you understand. Miss pauling shooting a beast dead. Fists of gratia heavy guys come on guys do you see my vision. Healing church medic. Do you guys see my vision starts shaking the bars of my cage

[hypercam2-mp4]

miku in my house now btw

[old4sa]

Really rough mockup of something I might draw later

[spearxwind]

Three Wolfbeasts for the hunt //

First one is for @/elsifthewolf on twitter and the other two for @/clockworkcanine on bsky !!

[space-salaman]

Art Flight R!

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[huntershowl-moving]

@koseigu ( sukuna. )

WELL. SHIT.

PERSEPHONE'S EXISTENCE HAS BEEN STRANGE from the very beginning. born an identical twin with enough cursed energy to power a fucking city without the added burden of orion's, without a fragment of a cursed spirit lodged in her soul like a fucking splinter, without the world-ending rage that would come to her later in life and a technique they still don't truly understand, they were never exactly slated for a benign existence.

even so: dying and coming back as an apparition while shibuya burns to ash and bone was not on their bingo card for late twenties life events.

getting used to her new form — forms — took no effort at all. going from woman to many-eyed wolfbeast feels like slipping into a second skin. not quite sorcerer and not entirely spirit, half their perception of themself (anguished, enraged, all vengeance and newly awakened) and half the world's perception of them (monstrous, lupine, revenant and ruiner), persephone HELLHOUND walks the scorched earth for the first time under paws the size of dinner plates and follows what they do not yet recognize as a cursed-energy scent trail.

they are looking for satoru. they have to make sure he's alright — wherever he has landed in this great neo-volcanic mess — and he's bound to be the most powerful presence in this space, right?

but as they bound through pools of shadow and leap between piles of debris that once were the rooftops she so adored, it is not her old friend who stands at the center of this unending storm.

it is someone different. someone far older, and far, far worse.

persephone has never seen ryomen sukuna in the flesh. they've heard stories from their employer, who was alive during his time and remains so thanks to the technique of eternal youth. they've heard of his reincarnation and how it sent the higher-ups of jujutsu society into panic. they've seen paintings, renderings, blurry images.

but the sheer presence of him has her monster-form raising its hackles, a shiver rippling through quills of black fur, many eyes wide and focused for fear of what might happen if they look away.

quietly, she lets the shadow-form melt away to decrease her visibility and watches him approach the dead, flaming disaster curse he has just utterly demolished. watches him regard it as it burns, crumbles, and disappears into ash. watches him turn his head, her living-dead-heart dropping into her stomach as he looks right at her.

so this is the trace given off by the young twins' dead bodies. god, he wasn't remotely this powerful before, was he?

perhaps it was her fate to die today after all. but no — you know what? fuck fate. it tried to kill her already and she ate her way out of the belly of hell because she has a fucking mission to finish. fear melts away into resolve, steely-eyed, calm. a call across the space, from one howling cursed-energy storm to another. ❝ i'm not here to fight. ❞

[lovlyrainbow-blog]

While people are crying, screaming, trying to kill jayce and etc...

Let me give an AU idea(prob cause im bored and idk if someone ever thought about it too so..)

Vi as a half-wolfbeast...imagine!

Cait be like: Oh shit, my (ex)girl is a furry girl now...wanna f%^& her so bad wtf...

[virensere]

Wing it sketches for Wolfbeast and Kelda

[corvid-canidae-art]

chimera form of the wolfbeast

[rotting-bones-will-sing]

okay but why are we questioning if we're "actually" a wolfdog again. we've been through this before. we're a wolf who grew up socialized by humans with only dogs for an example of how to be a canine, and we happen to turn into a dog sometimes.

we'd maybe be more willing to see ourselves as a wolfdog if only we could see a single wolfdog with our coat color, but we never have. hell, we've only seen a few wolves with our coat color, and already, none of them are sea wolves--and we know we're a sea wolf.

"what am i what am i what am i" it's fucking endless, why can't we just be for once. we're a wolfbeast that sometimes turns into a dog, sometimes turns into other things, but we're always, have always been a wolfbeast of some kind. coywolf, sea wolf, red wolf--there's always been wolf in there.

it's just... so deeply frustrating that we can never seem to settle and be satisfied.

[canis-constellate]

sometimes we feel the urge to apply -genic origin terms to our nonhuman IDs and experiences. like...

our leopard seal therian ID is spingenic

our barn owl therian ID is fixagenic

our corvid cladotherian ID is neurogenic, as is our hare/jackrabbit theriotype

our red fox therian ID is quoigenic

both our malware kin and robot/android kin IDs are traumagenic

etc etc. sure -genic labels are intended/mostly used for plurality, especially when it comes to the more niche labels, but it feels faster and easier to say "oh, yeah, we're a quoigenic red fox therian" than it is to say "we're a red fox therian, but we don't really know why, there's nothing we can really tie it to in terms of origin"

(and maybe it could help pull away from the false dichotomy of psychological alterhuman vs spiritual alterhuman, but who knows)

(we're also not mentioning our being a wolfbeast holothere mostly because we don't want to reality check ourselves on accident nor invite reality checking from others.)

[sandcastle-art]

i did also draw wherewolf. because i can't keep him off my brain for more than a few hours at most.

he probably just passes out 99% of the time right before turning back into a human? because he's inadvertently up all night and being a giant wolfbeast is hard work

[whycantwejustallgetalong]

Nottingham DIY Events update 07/02/2025 pt 2

Friday 4th April L.O.E. / Maebe / Time in Antartica @ JT Soar £10 adv Saturday 5th April Lavinia Blackwall & Stilton + Alex Rae / Connexion Man @ JT Soar £12 adv Saturday 5th April Zeddön (JAP) / Wolfbeast Destroyer / Zero Again / Tormented Imp @ The Old Bus Depot £15 adv Sunday 13th April (matinee) Schande / Airport Dad / Peak District @ The Carousel £10 adv Tuesday 15th April Vacuous / Cavalerie (FRA) / FilthXCollins / Torn Apart @ Billy Bootleggers £12 adv Tuesday 15th April Sarah Shook & The Disarmers (US) / Banjo Jen @ The Chapel, The Angel Microbrewery £15 adv Thursday 17th April Jodie Faster (FR) / Short Days (FR) / Prey / Anti-Everything (TT) / Grail Guard / Thumbsucker @ The Chapel, Angel Microbrewery £12 adv Thursday 17th April Jerry Leger (CAN) / Ollie Cook @ The Running Horse £14 adv Friday 25th April Blind Girls (AUS) / Mind/Knot (ITA) / Infall (ITA) / Give Over / Blunt Scalpel @ Billy Bootleggers £18 adv Friday 25th April Margo Cilker (US) @ The Chapel, The Angel Microbrewery £16 adv Thursday 1st May Andrew Combs (US) @ The Chapel, The Angel Microbrewery £15 adv Tuesday 6th May Ryan Davis & The Roadhouse Band @ The Boat Club £14 adv Monday 12th May Laundromat Chicks (AUT) / Topsy Turvy (AUT) @ JT Soar £10 adv Friday 16th May Slung @ JT Soar £10 adv Friday 16th May Hannah White Band / Mountaintop Junkshop @ The Chapel, The Angel Microbrewery £15 adv Thursday 3rd July Todd Day Wait Band (US) @ The Chapel, The Angel Microbrewery £15 adv Tuesday 15th July The Weeping Willows (AUS) @ The Chapel, The Angel Microbrewery £14 adv Friday 10th October Warrington-Runcorn New Town Development Plan / Kayla Painter @ The Boat Club £16 adv

[stanleyjeremybeast]

A birthday gift for the great @darknaig of his OC Jace as a hulking towering giant! I hope he loves it.

#darknaig #macro #dinosaur #birthdaygift #stanleyjeremybeast #wolfbeast #art #muscle #hunk

[shimmerbeasts]

Words. She was saying words. And yet something about them scratched at the confines of his mind. He panted as he sat there, nursing his head in his mighty paws. Viktor. The name made the strange metallic man reappear again before him. But now, there was another memory. A distant sensation of a tether around his neck like a noose. Tendrils of something white and bright sank deep into his skull. His brain running on autopilot. Someone else pulling the strings. And he had been powerless to stop it.

His panting grew louder and louder. "Haaa hoooo, haaaaaa hoooooo." Warwick's jaws opened and closed a touch as the large wolfbeast drew in his breath from the mouth and exhaled out of his nose. It felt weird to pay attention so actively to his breathing. And yet, it seemed to be doing something right. The mechanism on his back no longer was that active. The bubbling and gurgling of the chemicals had slowed down. There was no longer the concern of that large needle piercing his back.

Touch on his pelt-covered hand made the wolf turn its massive head. His ears flicked forward. They had grown longer and pointier than the last time Sky must have seen him. His answer came in a rumble deep in his chest: "Thanks... I believe you."

He shook his head and got up. "I don't mind your presence", Warwick said as he looked her up and down, "You smart. Makes me think of Blue Whirlwind. Was smart too." The wolf fell silent again. Warwick remembered falling and holding someone familiar. Blue Whirlwind's hands on his cheeks. Her smile. Those purple eyes filled with warmth. He dimly recalled putting her to bed. She and someone else. Someone older with pink hair.

"I don't know if your idea would work", Warwick confessed, "Thinking hard. Head hurts when trying to remember."

"Viktor. Those words were spoken by Viktor. You couldn't see me then but I was there with him. Together we tried to help you find a balance between man and beast. But then Jayce intervened. Viktor was hurt and the connection broke." Sky explained while watching Warwick with growing worry.

She decided to take a chance and slowly approached him. She didn't want to agitate him further but instead wanted to calm. She hadn't been in his mind yet so she didn't know the exact state of it but given what Viktor had said when initially refusing Singed, she had an idea. She didn't want to invade Warwick's mind however. Not without permission.

"Breathe with me. Focus on my voice and breathe. Take a deep breath in. Hold it.... Now let it out. Again, deep breath in... Hold... Release..." She would repeat the breathing exercise as many times as it took if it seemed to be helping him at all.

"I'm different because I tried to stop him. You didn't hear it, you were too deeply asleep, but Viktor rejected the idea of hurting you until he was hurt and near death. There was still a choice, a path that wouldn't have hurt you but Viktor was hurting too much himself to see it and refused to listen to me." She answered calmly while reaching out for one of Warwick's hands, unsure if he would feel the touch and careful not to use her magic on him beyond maintaining her tether with him.

"I would like to try to mend the damage Viktor caused. But only if you're alright with that plan. I won't force you into anything nor use my magic on you without consent." She said with a gentle smile before looking sheepish. "On that note, I do have a small confession to make. Because I don't have a real body, I have to tether myself to someone or I'll die. There aren't many people I can tether myself to. I chose you because i hoped to help you but this also means that I can't easily leave your side. I can leave you alone if you wish me to, but I'll still be around."