#beastfolk

[possumcollege]

That's a big dog.

[crittertongue]

Crittertongue no.44: Pierce p.3

[alex-k0i]

What are they thinking about?

[erika-xero]

Alarica LeMeloar, a talented pilot and an adventurer, who lives in the same universe with Alselm. She is stubborn, cocky and gets in all sorts of troubles! For @glatissart!

[algariuscreates]

I almost finished my costume for LARP :D

[valy-gc]

Coach Garrick “Grizz” Wolfin backstory

Before he was Coach Grizz, he was just Garrick—an impoverished wolf-boy from the Howling Steppes, where the wind never stopped howling and food was scarcer than warmth. Raised in a crumbling shelter-town, he never knew his father, and for most of his childhood, it was just him, his mother, and his younger sister, Lira.

At sixteen, Garrick’s life took a turn when he was accepted into a state-run magic academy in Beasthaven’s capital—a prestigious, merit-based school created to uplift magically gifted students from the lower classes. He left home reluctantly, promising his little sister that he’d make something of himself for their future.

But during his fourth year—just before the last one—tragedy struck. A letter came. His mother had passed away suddenly. No warning, no goodbye. Heartbroken and helpless, Garrick nearly quit, but Lira begged him to stay and finish. "Just one year," she told him. "I’ll be fine."

She wasn’t.

When he returned—graduated and hopeful—he came home to silence.

The house was empty. Torn apart. His sister had been abducted by traffickers. Sold. Used. Gone.

Garrick snapped.

What followed was the Howling Massacre.

With nothing but instinct, fury, and his sharpened Legacy Arte, Garrick tracked them by scent, stormed black-market compounds, butchered traffickers and high-paying clients alike—some of them nobles, some even foreign dignitaries. He was unstoppable, berserk, unrelenting. And yet... too late.

He found Lira at last—but just in time to watch her be murdered in front of him.

What he did to the killer was so brutal, so animalistic, it remains censored in official records. It took a squad of elite Beastfolk guards to subdue him. And so Garrick was sentenced—not for vengeance, not for blood, but for killing the wrong people. Important people.

They called him a monster. Others called him a folk hero.

Prison Years

Garrick spent over three decades in a high-security prison. At first, he fought constantly—out of rage, grief, and survival. His body bears the evidence: whip scars across his back from punishments, claw marks across his ribs from ambushes, and even teeth marks from nights when other inmates turned feral.

He was a storm no one wanted to cross, a beast caged not just by iron, but by loss.

But time dulled the fury. He stopped lashing out. He stopped speaking. The fights ended not because he grew weak, but because the others stopped trying. His silence became legendary—an empty shell of a man who had nothing to live for, and therefore feared nothing. He was Garrick, the Wolf of Wrath, and even the worst inmates gave him space.

Then came the night everything changed.

A prison brawl broke out between two rival factions—bloody and chaotic, with makeshift weapons and broken teeth. A young guard, fresh out of training, was caught in the middle and cornered by a berserker inmate twice his size. No one intervened.

Except Garrick.

He didn’t say a word. He simply stepped in, grabbed the berserker by the throat, and slammed him into the wall so hard the stones cracked. The inmate was hospitalized for months. The guard survived, barely.

From that day on, everything shifted. The guards no longer watched Garrick as a threat—they watched him with something closer to reverence. The inmates kept their distance, not just out of fear, but respect. He wasn’t just a monster anymore.

He was a protector. A dangerous one, yes—but one with a code.

The Man Who Set Him Free

But he wasn’t forgotten.

Though locked in a high-security prison for decades, Garrick’s actions had rippled far beyond the cold stone walls. Guards that arrested him, and victims of the traffickers he killed had quietly begun speaking out. Stories filtered through Beasthaven: of a beastman who tore through slavers and corrupt nobles like a storm, leaving no evil standing. No one could agree on his name, but all of them remembered the carnage, and the fury that burned only for justice.

A chronicler gathered their accounts and published Fangs in the Dark, a brutal and emotional exposé. It sold wildly across the world. In other countries peoples though it was mere fiction, while Beasthaven people knew well how true this story was. A movie adaptation soon followed—melodramatic and stylized, but gripping. It portrayed Garrick as a feral guardian, a monster who protected the helpless. It mythologized him as the Wolf of Wrath.

And Garrick?

He knew none of it.

High-security prisons in Beasthaven allowed no outside books, no messages, no news—especially not for someone with a life sentence for mass murder. He had not received a single visitor in decades. In his mind, he was forgotten. A relic of pain with no reason to live and no story left to tell.

Until Solon Arclight arrived.

Solon, the newly appointed Headmaster of Fablewood Academy, came not as a politician or emissary—but as someone who understood loss. A survivor of his own battles, he had recently helped dismantle a trafficking network in Austreim. When he learned of the mysterious wolf who had done something similar, years before, he requested a visitation—pulling every diplomatic string necessary to gain access to the prison.

Garrick had no idea who Solon was or why he was there.

What followed was not an interview. It was a conversation. One between two men who had seen the worst of the world—and refused to let it break them.

Solon told Garrick everything.

The book. The film. The whispered praises in Beasthaven. The petitions calling for his release. The fact that, in the eyes of many, Garrick was no longer just a killer—he was an avenger, a symbol of brutal justice in a corrupt system.

Garrick didn’t believe him.

But Solon had brought a printed copy of Fangs in the Dark. With the guards' permission, he left it behind.

Later, Garrick sat alone in his cell, flipping through its pages. His story, printed in black ink, felt unreal. He didn’t recognize the romantized version of himself within—but some parts… some parts were true. The desperation. The rage. The love.

Solon returned one week later.

This time, he brought a proposal: to have Garrick’s sentence lifted, under Etherealis Isle’s asylum privilege. With the support of the council of the wise and the influence granted to the Headmaster of Fablewood, Solon could offer Garrick a new life.

Not absolution. Not forgiveness.

A job. A purpose.

To become the school’s Physical Education instructor—a place where he could use his strength not to destroy, but to build others up.

It took Garrick time to answer. But in the end, he accepted.

And so, the Wolf of Wrath was freed—not into fanfare, but into silence. To a new island, a new place, a new life. In Etherealis Isle, barely anyone knew his face. Most who had heard the story assumed it was fiction.

And that was just how he liked it.

The Coach with the Roar

Now, Coach Grizz is the PE instructor at Fablewood Academy, known for his harsh drills, thunderous voice, and no-nonsense attitude. His teaching style is ruthless—but fair. He sees every student as someone who can survive anything, become anything, if they just dig deep.

He doesn’t show it often, but he genuinely cares. Every student reminds him of his sister. That’s why he pushes them—to be strong, to be fast, to be ready. Because the world is cruel. And he won’t let it break them.

He still doesn’t like mirrors. Still wakes in the night, claws unsheathed. But he laughs now. He jokes. He lives.

And if any trafficker or monster dares come near Fablewood again…?

They’ll find out the hard way that the Wolf still has teeth.

[dinobeates]

Bioluminescent Hunter

Trade 1/2 with @aer-arts

[dinotazz-arts]

Ikhthus, the denizens of the shallows and the deep

new harold's sketchbook page yipppeeeee yahooo !!!!!! time to make more of them

here r sum close ups

[possumcollege]

[strings playing classiest goddamn arrangement of The Monster Mash you've ever heard]

[crittertongue]

Crittertongue no.39: Ascension

[la-hannya]

Me and my Beast Boss manga is hitting all my monsterfucker kinks.

Monster husbando who gets territorial when someone touches their human boo? F*ing delicious. Absolutely eating that shit up.

Anyway, volume 2 is out in English finally. Go get it! ❤️

[monstrouslyobsessed]

—all rights reserved to @monstrouslyobsessed​, the beastfolk character design of valerius, with a bonus sketchy doodle of him and his darling in the background, complimenting each other on their acting in whatever episode they recently starred in while valerius is squeezing his flustered darling. you can get some idea of how big of a height difference between the two--ideally he'd still be a fair bit bigger though.

prompt requested by a dear nonnie <3!!

I love the latest designs of papa and duke! Had me blushing seeing both of them with a suggestive smile 💜 If your still taking requests, can you doodle Valerius? I loved reading about him and seeing him drawn would be a dream come true 🥰 --anonymous

aaaa hope you enjoyed! it's not the most accurate design i can envision for valerius, its rather rough and done quick-like for my liking, but i'm satisfied for now :) he's quite a handsome snake, isn't he? all dressed up for the today's episode, flirting it up with his favorite boo across the countertop while mixing up the pretend expensive drinks in front of the cameras.

the pieces featuring valerius: —a thousand photographs of you (the og hc that spawned valerius' existence) —smile for the camera (full n/sfw piece) heed the dead dove warnings!

[jazafras]

New shithead for a new campaign

Going back to my scaly roots with a croc beastfolk named Kha 🐊 Currently playing them as a knave in the ttrpg ICON

[valy-gc]

Chart of difference between aquatic species

For more infos all links on my pinned post

[fwipination]

Constable does revert to more cat like responses when he is startled or otherwise off his guard. It involves the usual scrambling and hopping until he can regain his composure and dignity.

[dinobeates]

Lightning Rod

Trade 2/2 with @aer-arts