#bipedal canids

[xass4ss1n]

I do this all the time without realizing it! 🐺🌕. That moon is rising quickly.

i’ve been wanting more canine posts lately and someone once told me “if something doesn’t exist yet, create it” so heres my 10 tips on how to feel more doggy like

hold things with your mouth - make sure the thing your holding is clean ofc. i always hold my phone in my mouth when my hands are full but i occasionally hold clothes and light bags. makes me feel like a good boy fetching my stuff

eat treats! - im a domestic dog so treats to me look more like biscuits and crackers but jerky is also a great option. i like to make my own and shape it like little bones. if anyone wants some easy recipes just ask. i like to reward myself after doing a task by eating a cookie

wiggle wiggle - i dont have a tail so i like to wiggle when im happy. it doesnt look too strange to strangers and gives me species euphoria. i like to wag my foot when i sit down and shake side to side when im standing.

wear affirming clothes - im not just talking about collars and tails. anything that makes you feel more like yourself. i have this brown fleece hoodie in the colour of my fur and wear a bandanna around my neck like a collar. anything that makes you feel happy

make sounds - i like to make a little ʷᵒᵒᶠ under my breath like a sigh. some people find vocalisations weird so i like to blend it in a way it sounds natural like whining a bit when im feeling sad or bored or bark my words out by saying it loud and quick like HEY!!

walk near nature - i live in a city dense area where theres not alot of (safe) parks nearby. so i always hang around near trees and grass to feel more connected with nature. if you can go to a park or forest then thats amazing. taking time to admire nature feels good

act playful - this is more for puppies or domestic dogs. i like to walk around my friends when we talk and move around. i cant exactly play-bow in the middle of a busy sidewalk so i usually lean on a surface or wiggle around.

ask for affection - im lucky to be surrounded by people who like to show their affection. either by verbal praise or physical touch like hugs. if you dont have access to acts like this then ask (if its safe). sometimes i just ask my parents for a hug or show something im proud of. you can also write down some affirmations on a note and remind yourself that you are perfect the way you are ◡̈

sleep dog-like - most ppl cant roll themselves into a ball but you can definitely hug a pillow. i like to sleep in a fetal position and with my back to the headboard but thats cuz im smaller than my bed. just be careful and make sure your in a comfortable position and not straining. making your bed nest like also fun.

eat out of bowls - sounds like a silly thing to say but i always feel puppy like when i eat from a bowl and not a plate. small things to make you feel more in tune with your true self

[geometricgiovanni]

oh, well to simplify it, there's like four body classes of Draco's

Dragons, wyverns, drakes and wyrms.

Dragons are the most prevalent and well-known members, with them described as having six limbs. Their front two legs, their back two and their set of wings, and often described as having talons, armor plating, razor sharp teeth and other reptile features. Though not all dragons have six limbs, as eastern dragons fly with the support of magic making them due to have four limbs only.

Wyverns, on the other hand, are much alike to dragons but with the lack of frontal legs and which use their wings as support for most activities, if it be standing, running, flying, all the sorts of movements.

Now now, Next up are what you questioned- Drakes. Drakes are described as lacking wings and flight but still counting as dragons, due to many features of the alike said above. Armor plating, Scales, teeth and much more. They either move like canids or move bipedally. More than often, they pack up like canid's Aswell for better chances with prey items as Drakes are more than often roughly the size of an adult timber wolf.

One last class is Wyrms.

Wyrms are as you can assume-Wormlike or snakelike Draco's that have only two limbs: Their pair of wings for nearly everything. Mostly their tail drags behind them because of the lack of back leg support. Though one may not be fooled, because Wyrms are intellectual and strong Draco's, making them difficult opponents.

Hopefully you listened in about my little informative talk of Draco's, was just wondering in case you were actually a Drake instead of a typical Dragon, sorry if i yapped too much but here you go, now you can tell the difference inbetween Dragons, Wyverns, Drakes and Wyrms. :D

OH, WELL THAT'S SUPER INTERESTING, ACTUALLY ! IF I'M TOTALLY HONEST, I'M NOT SURE EXACTLY WHAT I AM PART OF, SO I'VE ALWAYS JUST ASSUMED IT'S JUST A DRAGON. A DRAKE WOULD MAKE SENSE, HOWEVER, AS IT ISN'T EXACTLY THE DRAGON PART OF MY THAT ALLOWS ME TO GLIDE WITHOUT A CARE !

[dragimalsdaydreams]

Dragon Booster Notes: Cladistic Taxonomy

I had to lay out a rough estimate of evolutionary relationships or I'd go insane <3

"narrator" voice starts under the cut:

Dracalia

[image ID: a simple cladistic diagram of the speculative Dracalia clade. the first division from Dracalia leads to, "remains sprawling and ectothermic" traits, resulting in Hydrags (depicted as low-bodied and lizard-like). the other path leads to, "endothermic and erect limb structure" traits, resulting in the rest of the tree. this path then splits into "bipedalism" vs. "remains quadrupedal" traits. bipedalism results in two different lineages: Raptors (depicted much like a prehistoric raptor) and crow-drags (depicted much like a crow). quadrupedalism results in Bulls (depicted as bulky and bull-like), and another path which then splits into Canids (depicted as lean and gangly) and Felids (depicted with a lithe and curving stature). end ID]

Dracalia is the most populous and successful clade in the modern day, due in part to the disastrous Dragon-Human War several centuries previous. few clades survived the subsequent environmental fallout and extinction event of that terrible war, but Dracalia and humans are among the few that clawed our way to survival. humans due to our adaptability and ingenuity, and drakes* due to their high aptitude for Draconium manipulation and (typically) extreme temperature regulation.

(*note that "drake" is the proper name for any member of the clade Dracalia, whereas "dragon" is the layman term for the few clades of race-worthy drakes.)

Draconium manipulation is a core trait of Dracalia, though it has naturally waned in certain sub-clades. other traits include audial fins, heat pits, and complex respiratory systems with associated Mufflers. drake respiratory systems are highly efficient, allowing for constant gas exchange and internal heat regulation, resulting in high adaptability to a wide range of environmental temperatures and high-energy activities.

most researchers believe that the most recent common ancestor of Dracalia likely resembled a modern Hydrag, with a sprawling leg posture, low body, and ectothermic physiology. the rest of Dracalia split off from Hydrags rather early on, developing erect leg posture and an endothermic physiology. this endothermic trait further developed into even more extreme control of internal body heat-- namely, increased sensitivity of heat pits and specialization of the respiratory system.

this sub-clade further split into two sub-clades-- bipedal drakes and quadrupedal drakes. the bipeds took advantage of their already complex, efficient respiratory systems, allowing bipeds to develop powered flight using webbed wings. Raptors are themselves descended from a flighted ancestor, but lost their ability to fly over time, instead specializing in ground stability and speed. their arms still have some vestigial webbing, and their bodies are still short and compact, though they cannot do much more than glide with the help of flight gear. crow-drags, on the other hand, are a fully-flighted clade, having taken over the skies from the extinct avians of the past, flourishing in the absence of other flighted competition.

the rest of the quadrupeds split into two core paths of specialization: bulk and agility. Bulls have made a living being some of the biggest, toughest creatures around, hard to injure and even harder to kill. few creatures seek to challenge such an opponent. Felids and Canids, on the other hand, aim for speed and agility, outrunning pursuers and prey alike. Felids have taken their agility slightly further than Canids, specializing in flexibility over stability.

((as for other creatures we see in the show:

Muhorta: we never see the full body, so I have no fucking clue. they could be some land-based cephalopod with a false dragon face for all I know... wait that sounds really cool actually..

newts: I think they're just regular newts. like, real-ass animal newts, but they evolved some semi-bipedalism in the show. or maybe geckos instead, so the poor lil' guys don't desiccate. I just think it would be funny.))

[witchofthesouls]

(In which Bayverse see what Other strange things that happens near the TFP Autobots. And they get another visitor from the Prime verse.)

“Oh.” Jack dropped the homemade charcoal, courtesy of the human base personnel that didn’t want another tickle-induced false fire alarm, and tilted his head. Antennae flicking and fanning out, wings twitching in a certain direction.

“What’s wrong, sparkling?” Ironhide asked, keeping his peripheral sensors on Jack since that particular bitlet had a habit of wandering away when unoccupied. Not a good combination with the little one's inclination to fully suppress himself.

Jack made a questioning noise at the back of his throat, slowly tilting his head to the other direction, auditory gear flickering in rhythmic clicks before catching every single Cybertronian's attention on the island as he pinged out curious-query-location please.

Especially when the growing menace of a murder began to shrilly cry and bounce the signal beyond the perimeter-

And something had obviously answered back.

Raf swiveled his whole body, jaw open and tail thumping the concrete. Slow as if unsure, but quickly gained a rapid tempo as the unknown signature kept pinging over: I am here-I am here-I am here. He uncharacteristically ran away from his piles of rock offerings, speeding toward the hanger’s entrance. Barking as he pawed and pushed at the gate that was raised to keep the smallest ‘bots contained inside the bunker.

The Baby Gate 7.0 was designed in mind of Miko’s agility, Jack’s electromagnetic talents, little talons, and the solid weight of a cute, grounded dragon.

Of course, it didn’t matter when Jack simply hefted the baby dragon of solid metal and boosted his own jump by igniting his heel-thrusters. Miko simply hitched a ride on his back, blankets fluttering behind her in a messy trail from the nest.

Sweet Liberty’s undergarments, Agent Fowler thought from the platform, they were airborne now.

The kids wobbled in the air for a moment, and then they all hit the ground running on the other side. Jack was hiding other talents since none of the ‘bots were able to catch them. Giant palms remained empty as Jack simply grabbed the other two to disappear and reappear several meters away. Sand pelting their vanishing forms as they ignored everyone else’s hails.

Ghost, the massive not-dog canid, had done nothing but leisurely walked over to the gate. Agent Fowler expected it demolish the whole thing, but it condensed down to a slimmer form to shimmy itself through the opening at the top slipping easily and reconfigured itself back.

In the horizon, a small speck became visible and the UFO wasn’t an alien jet. Not even vaguely plane-like.

It was a dragon.

A giant, metal dragon.

“Is that the mama?” Some poor son-of-a-bitch whispered behind Agent Fowler.

“No,” the human dimensional-hopper said, “I’m betting that’s the sister.”

“Jesus…”

The dragon screamed.

The kids screamed.

The dragon then delved into the ocean.

A bipedal figure broke the surface and began to swim to the shore, an eerie flicker on their visible outline, playing tricks on people’s eyes as the dragonformer’s frame melted and recondensed.

Of course, shots were fired when a serpentine form darted out of the newcomer’s armor and was sidewinding its way upon the water's surface and over to the gathering on the beach.

Gleaming in variations of black and blue, the once flesh and bone snake had been cyberformed into a massive serpent of interlocking metal plates. It reared its fangs, large a full-grown man’s height, and dripping a venomous purple at anyone trying to nudge their way to the kids. It wrapped itself loosely around them, slowly tightening its coiled body with every closer step someone made to them.

The Autobots, both iterations of them, looked so damn tired with this absolute bullshit. And never in his life would Agent Fowler agreed with such a haunted expression with giant, metal titans of an ancient alien race, but here he was and here came the headache at his temples again. 

“Jack, why are you yelling?” Optimus from his universe asked.

The boy bounced out the protective coil and scurried up the mech’s frame, latching into the available seams in his back for a piggyback ride, his face peeking over a shoulder. “I felt left out…”

Miko and Raf were still screeching, beyond ecstatic, their sounds muffled by the snake’s density, its yellow gaze piercing as it eyed everyone else in its perimeter. 

The newcomer was in audible range, frame grinding, water steaming. They were definitely melting, face shifting all over as their features bubbled, mouth dripping off lips and cut wide across the middle of their face, eyes swimming for placement, armor whirled and clicked as it tried to settle, sharp pieces jutting and twisting. 

A few attempted to step forward, including Ratchet but June immediately stopped them. Hair whipping out and physically dragging the mechs back, except Ratchet where she grabbed his shoulder. “Have no fear. Just wait for her to get a grip on herself.”

With Agent Fowler’s thought confirmed, he watched her wade her way over and when she was half-way out of the sea, she reared back and clapped her hands together.

Her entire frame seared- 

Red to yellow into blue-white flames with a heat so intense, he felt it even in a distance, seawater flashing to steam and bubbling as she walked forward, features fixed and armor dry. Instead of the massive height, she was far more condensed down to a human-appropriate height

“I’ll never get used to that!” She shouted, a digital overlay present in her voice as well as the sounds of crackling fire. Blue-white plasma flared out of her helmet, pooling over her shoulders and  matching her burning optics and the unknown sigils carved upon her frame, the marks rapidly cooling and darkened. “I finally found you fu-”

June made a noise from the back of her throat. Hair-raising and an armor-flattening one.

“-dge eaters!”

Good save, he thought. “Where have you been? What in the name of Lady Liberty did you do to yourself?!”

“I fell.” She held hand, counting each point of her adventure with a thick claw. “I got lost, then was found. I signed on a contractor. Been working.” She then spread out her hands. “And now I’m here.”

That explained nothing at all and Agent Fowler wasn’t even surprised by this point.

“And you are?” The flame-covered Prime asked.

“Someone trusted and an ally,” replied Optimus, Jack humming tunelessly on his shoulder, focused on something else…

“Pilar Esquivel,” the dragonformer said with a wide smile, teeth gleaming sharp. “First-class Adventurer and Being in the Know. And by the way-” Out of thin air, she flicked out a large, dark envelope. “The Foundation sends its regards and welcomes this place to the company picnic.”

[saberswordseabass]

Hu'Yisths Haven

A minor transportation ship floated above the atmosphere of a large Marsh planet. Inside the ship, a male Taurian quickly speeds up to try and keep up with the long strides of the human he was walking beside.

"Are you sure this is the proper planet that was supposed to be the transfer point for your new guardian?" The male asks with a worried look as the human lets out a heavy, drawn-out sigh. He stops dead in his walk, which causes the male to trip before catching himself as he tries to do the same.

"For the last time, YES!" The human spoke with growing irritation in his voice. "They are supposedly on this planet, Hu'yi- Hugo's... Haven. At the edge of Sspyno space." The human made sure to state that last part for the worried looking male.

"I am sure we can come to an agreement with you and your guardian. Please, she was only trying to help!" The male begged as he stepped in front of the human. The human began to gain a solid vein in his forehead from his annoyance. He chose not to say a thing before pushing past the male and making his way to the surface capable shuttle.

"Wait, please! We fixed it! Please forgive us!" The male begged as the human gave him a glare. The human continued to the shuttle, strapping down in silence. The shuttle rumbles as it disconnects from the transport ship. The human pulls out a flask from a hidden breast pocket. It looked to be made from two different types of steels, the top half old and warn, the bottom half looks clean, freshly made. The leather wrapping it looked to have some writing carved into its surface, but because of restoration processes, it was mostly removed besides the words 'To Max.'

'Max' kept quiet until the shuttle landed on the planet, stashing the flask back into a hidden breast pocket. Once allowed to get up, he heads to the sealed down, which hissed when he grabbed the handle and slowly forced it open. The air fealt heavy and humid, Max bit his lip as he fully opened the door. The light was almost blinding as he once his eyes adjusted, he could see the shuttle landed on a large wooden raft like platform.

"Hello? I have a guardian who is supposed to meet me here!" Max states out to the large swanp area around the platform. He steps out to look around better as the ship vips off once he is clear.

The murky water around around the platform stills to an eerie silence. A loud buzzing fills the air behind Max, making him shutter and turn around. Inches from his face were the proboscis of a large, four feet long mosquito like creature. Its head was cocked to the side before it made a strange noise.

The mosquito buzzed as it flew back a few feet, then jolting forwards, seemingly about to impale Max. Max shut his turned his head as he was not able to react quickly enough.

It would've if a loud snap, followed by a sickening crunch, was heard. Max turns his head back to see a large set of jaws surrounding most of the mosquito like creature. The mouth, filled with so many sharp teeth it would make a canid jealous, connected to a hard leather head, looking similarly to a gator of old earth.

Max takes a step back as a predatory eye snaps to look at him before blinking. When the eyelids opened, it had softened. The creature chews on the mosquito thing for a minute. "Ah.. damn that 'it the spot! 'Ou max? Names Hurr-gurr, or wrongeye by my friends." A heavily accented voice came from the gator, who placed a hand onto the platform and crawled up. He was missing an eye, which he pointed to when he explained his nickname.

Hurr-gurr was a solid ten feet tall slouching. They almost matched a bipedal alligator from Earth. Minus the second smaller pair of arms midway down their body... and their tail was littered with jagged hide. "Wow... 'ou are smaller than expected.." Hurr-gurr spoke slightly confused as he scratched the back of his head.

Max pulls out his table to check the name and looks back at Hurr-gurr, then back at the table. "It...didn't say you'd be this big." Max retorted as the gatorman gave a bellowing laugh.

"Well. We both surprised 'den! Let me show 'ou about then!" Hurr-gurr spoke with a low bellow in his voice. He sounded cheerful, and he quickly thunked his way down the wooden path leading off the platform.

Max stood at the platform for a moment, contemplating whether he made a good judgment. A buzzing in the distance made him finally get his ass in gear and follow behind Hurr-gurr.

If this is a problem to the lore of cuddle-verse, then I shall change it to be not be, but I hope all enjoyed! Comments and criticism very much welcomed!

[shakytailstudios]

Enid Sinclair - Lycan (3D Model) Bipedal Stance

I know that Enid's werewolf form got a not so positive reaction from the fandom but that always kind of bummed me out. As I confess, I quite like the design.

It felt very much like a canid body & human forged into one, rather than a mostly human body with some wolf traits. The rounded chest and back also gave an almost hyena like vibe,

So, I resolved to try and make a 3D model encompassing my favorite parts of that design. As best as I could with so little reference, so I had to take some liberties. Anyway, I hope folks enjoy!

Thanks to Zer' for rigging by the way!

(Quadruped Stances Found Here)

For reference at her full height Enid is around nine to ten feet tall, comparable to the Hyde, but the hunched frame tends to make her look smaller than she is.

One element I wanted to convey especially was that this is a creature as comfortable running on all fours as it is on its hind legs. Hence there being so many variants and why this took so long to finish.

One other element I really liked about the design was how elongated and gaunt the design is. That is to say, proportionally & structurally, this definitely looks like something that would freak people out.

Wednesday however, she's a big fan~

[roleplayhonestybox]

The diverse characters thing is real as hell and sometimes its just insane. Once I started plotting with someone about a monster/alien × human plot and it was decided that I would play the human. She got SO excited as I was telling her about my muse, saying that she loved him already and couldn't wait to see him. I show her the picture I'd drawn of him while we were talking. He is a black man. I never hear from her again.

This girl was about to play a canid monster with no human characteristics besides sometimes being bipedal, and my muse was all the other things these people like (cis, skinny, religiously ambiguous, able bodied) but she dips out the moment she finds out he's not white (or cutely east Asian). I'm not saying I know for a fact that's the reason she ghosted me but the timing is awfully goddamn suspicious if you ask me. Sometimes these people are just so ridiculous it's funny. Can y'all please stop being prejudiced for two seconds I'm begging you. You look childish.

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[ospkiiwritings]

Ospkii II

“With Humanity and Ospkii arm in wing they journeyed out into the stardust seas. The Ospkii taught Humanity to work together and Humanity taught Ospkii how to war.” A phone is lifted off a console, a menagerie of blinking lights, levers and screens littering the interface in a methodical yet chaotic pattern. The phone is pointed forward to a planet of almost teal seas and white lands of snow and mountains, mostly cloud free for the minute. “Meet the second species in space the two met, Wupine. A canid species akin to wolves, bipedal in all their furry glory.” There’s a small snort to the right. “A war lasting an entire month over a trivial spice planet.”

One of the screens light up, displaying a silvery wolf man, a Wupine in jumpsuit and the most bored expression a wolf could muster. “Planet Terra here, permission to scan?” He idly looked up at the presumed camera, eyes flicking from Harris to Sueary.

“This is the H.T.V Meteo,” Sueary quickly replies, her beak entering the frame, “permission granted, no additional cargo aside from detailed.” The Wupine idly taps a button, then notices the phone in hand, he straightens up and blinks away sleep, shifting to a professional demeanour, much to the two’s amusement.

“Everything is in order, Meteo. Autopilot being set to hanger 4.9. Enjoy your stay.” With that the screen goes blank, Harris panning to Sueary.

“With the three as trading partners, a simple question was asked, Sueary?” She rolls her eyes at the camera, her best attempt at a smirk on her beak.

“Put away the phone, Harris. It’s been five human months and six ospkii months, I have to know if Wupine among the Stars has received a season four!”

Harris chuckles, pulling the phone away from her talons. “The question being, ‘is Wupine fiction better than our own? Answer, absolutely not. Wupine among the Stars is trashy paranormal bromance.”

“You take that back!” With her hopping out of the seat at him, the video ended with Harris screaming in pretend fear.

[jimothy-g-brooks]

Fakemon: Dog With Stick

Fakemon designs I woke up with in my head:

Dogmestik - Normal-type Descriptor: A happy pupper holding an oversized stick in its mouth Name: Dog + Domestic + Stick

Shogaro - Fighting-type Evolves from Dogmestik when leveling up past 20 holding Warrior Band Descriptor: A bipedal wolf with a fur coat suggestive of a samurai noble. The stick has become a bokken with a red band wrapped around the handle. Name: Shogun + Garou

Mikitsun - Psychic-type Evolves from Dogmestik when leveling up past 20 holding Priest Charm Descriptor: A bipedal fox with a fur coat suggestive of a miko shrine maiden. The stick has become a staff with bell and ring charm at the top. Name: Miko + Kitsune

Canin - Normal-type Evolves from Dogmestik at level 25 Descriptor: A bipedal dog with a fur coat suggestive of a maid. Canin's head is often subserviently bowed but with one sly eye open. The stick has become a broom with a subtly sharpened end. Ability: Ninjutsu - Dark-type moves have STAB and user has resistance to Psychic Name: Canine + Nin, meant to pair well with pre-evo, as in "canis domesticus"

Overall theme is "dog with stick" turning into "canids as Japanese castes" that uses the stick in different ways and forms a functional perfect triangle. Canin is the odd-pup-out for multiple reasons; being only a pseudo-Dark-type with its ability in order to iron on the "Psychic-immunity" kink in an otherwise perfect triangle, being the only one to evolve my normal levelling and being a Western-themed 'mon as a maid, albeit a ninja maid harkening to the historical precedent of ninjas disguising themselves as servants. In a way, Canin is a Dark-type masquerading as a Normal-type.

[eachuisge-cc]

Feel like info dumping your cat lore? I doubt I'm the only one who's curious.

I always feel like infodumping, thanks for giving me a reason!

so my preferred way of designing cat people is less "cat/human hybrid" and more "cats that happen to be people-shaped and sapient." kind of in the same way hyenas look like dogs despite being members of feliformia because there was an open evolutionary niche for dogs and no canids around, wherever these dudes came from had a niche for smart dexterous bipedal persistence hunters but no hominids. which is why their silhouette is very human but their biology is very feline (full body fur, five digits on the forelimbs and four in the back, primarily carnivores though they're more omnivorous than most felids, claws albeit not retractable ones because fingers don't work like that). I also stuck them in felinae despite some of their markings resembling big cats because it just made more sense for something that can speak with a human-like voice. so they can't roar, but they can purr. they should probably be related most closely to civets honestly but I had to draw the line somewhere.

yes I put the cat people in felinae and then named the strip club that hires cat people Panthera. don't worry about it.

As a consequence of this it's impossible for then to crossbreed with anything but aliens (which I like to think of as the citrus trees of kingdom animalia) but this is a good thing because I already have too many projects.

Their color genetics are very similar to domestic cats because that's the most fun way to do it and I wanted lots of colors/markings, but they've got a different variety of agouti patterns because I wanted to do tiger stripes and cheetah spots. I might fuck around and give them some of my cathar reduced colorpoint genes just because they look cool, probably again via overlay for max variety.

They originated in the magic realm and have a much higher tendency to have innate magical powers than humans do (though they don't always). They're more common in some regions than others but they're an actual majority in Evergreen Harbor, because a large colony of them moved in after humans abandoned the area, and they're the main driving force behind repurposing the town and making it livable again. They're otherwise pretty common in San Myshuno (because you can find everything from cyborgs to satyrs in San Myshuno) and Glimmerbrook (because there's a portal right there). They're less common in other places but you'll still generally see a couple of them around, and their presence is taken in stride in most decently populated places. the exceptions to this are Moonwood Mill, because they do Not generally get on with werewolves, and Strangerville, whose residents are unaware that anything supernatural is real. There's a certain tendency outside Evergreen and Glimmerbrook for other occults to see them in kind of the same way the star wars universe sees twi'leks, which is why Panthera was a solid business model, but it's mainly a thing in Del Sol and Myshuno and there are also like, cat people lawyers and shit even in those places. because so many are based in Evergreen, the most common careers you'll find them in are civil engineering type jobs, and given the innate tendency of cats to bend society to their will, they do very well for themselves.

so yeah that was uh. a disorganized and long-winded ramble but thank you for taking an interest! if you have questions about a specific aspect of them I'm happy to answer those too.

[wolven91]

Human Guardian - One Size Fits All

Jon's radio crackled to life on his hip.

"Jon, can you get across to the 'Emmalis' sector please. We have an urgent escort request." Came dispatch's dispassionate and clinical tone.

The human grunted as he lifted with his knees to put the box that he was running inventory on, back onto the shelf where it belonged. With it safely secured he grabbed for the radio and thumbed the button for him to speak.

"Jon confirms, heading to Emmalis now."

"Acknowledged" Came the immediate reply.

He returned the radio to his hip and began a swift march to the part of the station which hosted the shorter alien delegates. It had been a busy week, it felt like every race had turned up all at once and realistically it wasn't far off the mark to say that. It was the first time since the circus when Jon had first passed the Guardian Initiative selection process that it had been this busy.

Apparently there was a summit of some kind coming up and with the impressive range of creatures appearing on station, both great and small, Jon ,like his colleagues was being run ragged. Most Guardian work wasn't actually being dedicated to a single person. At least, not for a Guardian who stayed on one station. Jon's role was to just being a helpful, welcoming presence. If there was a job to do that helped the station, he was there for it.

He smiled, nodded, waved or gave short cheerful banter to the other aliens he passed on his way. Most wore the similar blue and yellow jumpsuits of Guardians, or the grey and white of maintenance. These corridors being off limits to other creatures that weren't part of the station's staff. Plenty of vulnerable points in these sections, unwise to let crowds of people into the access corridors.

The access corridors ran to every corner of the station, regardless of who's sector it was or which race occupied those quarters. Staff would always be able to reach a delegate or guest in rapid time compared to those who had to use the more formal and fancy public walkways. The warren of tunnels weren't a secret, but like the 'Disneyland' of old, they weren't readily acknowledged by station as a whole. It was easier to just be as unobtrusive as one could be while playing host to the other races.

As Jon reached the 'Emmalis' sector, the half of the station that hosted much smaller races than the majority, he slipped on his 'Escort Harness' and showed his security card to the reader.

As he waited for approval and when his harness secured, he grabbed at his radio and thumbed the button again.

"Jon at Emmalis Sector, Subdoor 'Itty bitty'."

"Acknowledged. Stop calling it 'Itty Bitty', it's the 'Ikit Bitaris' entrance." Came a different voice from the radio, but none-the-less as formal as the last.

The light flicked from red to green and the bulkhead's bolt snapped open allowing Jon to walk through the door and into the 'airlock' checkpoint. A glass booth with a canid guard sat at a desk gave him a courtesy glance before allowing him to step forward.

"Mornin' Jon." The guard drawled. "You got a delegate needing to get to the council room early, 'parently it's urgent."

Jon nodded and shrugged.

"That's fine, are they ready to go?"

"Yeah, 'got their whiskers in a twist so don't wait around."

Jon stepped through the now open sliding door to see a pair of chintians waiting together on a raised platform. Chintians were one foot tall, furred or even spined mammalians. They reminded Jon of meerkats or perhaps chinchillas? Or some demented mixer of the two. The human gave a mental shrug. All the races could be compared to old Earth fauna, but you'd think yourself mad as none of them ever fit the mould 'perfectly'. There was always too many differences to say, 'you are a bipedal X'. Christ the taurians looked like cows and bulls but were carnivorous! Ever seen a cow with a set of teeth that would be better suited to a shark? It causes the mind to lurch.

The two chintians had delegate badges pinned to their belts and turned to the human as he passed through the checkpoint. As Jon stepped up, he turned his back on the delegate and stood still. This was all protocol, they had done this before and so had he.

The two chintians clambered up onto the various hand and foot holds of the harness that Jon wore and settled themselves.

Jon waited a moment before stepping away from the platform, at first taking practised care not to go too fast or jostle the harness that had countless loops sewn into the fabric allowing for easy grabbing and carrying of the smaller races, but there was still a knack to not jostling passengers. They simply hung on and Jon, or any escort, would carry them to their destination. This way, the smaller species didn't need to worry about being hit or accidently kicked by the larger or perhaps unobservant others.

Too many diplomatic incidents had happened and all parties involved considered this an acceptable resolution.

"We need to go fast! We must be there fast!`` Came the voice of one of the chintians, over his left shoulder. He felt the weight shift as the creature clambered up the harness with ease.

"Do you consent to running? Do you understand the risks and dangers of this action?" Jon asked, hoping they'd agree.

"Yes yes! Speed is needed!" the voice confirmed.

Jon began to sprint. Avoiding the busier paths, he kept to the edges of the corridors which were usually left empty for exactly the reason Jon was using them. Go-fors, messengers, assistants. They could always been seen scuttling from one location to the others, whilst those not on a time crunch could meander in the middle of the corridors.

He made good time to the centre of the station. From afar, the giant central council room looked like a crown jewel of the station. It was truly gigantic and often would have fog or clouds develop inside due to the sheer size of it.

He crouched and dropped off the delegate who thumbed a tip for Jon, but said nothing as he scuttled away from view and into a room.

Jon shrugged and mentally asked himself what he needed to do next and how to get there the quickest.

He was interrupted as his radio crackled to life again, he grabbed at it before the voice finished speaking.

"Jon? You done with that Escort?" Came the voice of a priority dispatcher, distinct as they were more like 'Account Managers', dealing with those who pay extra for services and their role was to ensure the higher paying guests were served in the right manner.

"Yeah, he's arrived."

"You got a 'Ursidain' request, a request by name this time. You've made an impression with folk."

Jon's face scrunched in puzzlement. He wasn't aware anyone even knew him. Although the name tag's all over his uniform would not lend him any anonymity.

"Got an idea as to what it is?" Jon asked as he jogged towards an access corridor to take the shortest route to the ursidain quarters. It shouldn't take long, he'd just circumvent the Council Hall.

"It's an ursidain called Fon, she sounded a bit distressed? Does it ring any bells?"

The realisation hit Jon like a bucket of cold water.

"Ah, yeah, I dealt with her last week. She's got hefty anxiety. It's likely I'm going to be 'booked' for the rest of the day."

"Cool, no problems, I'll ready 'double pay' if you're engaged through a break or the end of your shift."

Jon wrapped up the conversation and eventually made it to the ursidain quarters.

His next role was almost certainly going to be a 'Support' role. Even some of the larger species on the station had a habit of being nervous like everyone else. On a confined, diplomatic station, it was better to devote resources to calming them down then let them work themselves up.

Jon had met this 'Fon' a couple of weeks back, a mature giantess of a teddy bear, but one with pretty severe anxiety. As it turned out however, having Jon nearby, simply holding her paw or rather being held in her paws, was enough to keep her calm. He'd made the error at the end of his work to try and reassure her that everything was fine, she hadn't been a nuisance and if she needed him; he wouldn't mind.

Jon never thought for a second that she'd actually ask for him, let alone pay through the nose for him specifically to come help her. She must have serious cash to be able to not only request him by name, but double pay due to a person request is paid for by the person who made the request.

Exiting the next checkpoint, he didn't have a chance to even look round before a massive thick paw appeared and snatched him from his own raised platform, the environment now designed for creatures far larger than a human. He was immediately pressed into a sea of thick and soft brown fur. He had to tilt his head backwards just to give himself the space to breathe as a second giant paw began to rapidly stroke his hair again and again as a deluge of words poured from a frantic, motherly voice far above the trapped human.

"Oh I'm so glad you're here! I was so worried! The speech is coming up and I don't know if it'll go well and I suddenly got a feeling that something had already gone wrong! And then I thought about you and was worried the feeling was to do with you! It was-"

"I'm fine! It's okay! Take a breath!" Jon cut in; his voice strained as his ribs creaked from the pressure of being squeezed into the matronly Fon.

Two giant bellows beneath the fur and flesh that Jon was still being pressed into began to inflate, it was humbling to feel such massive biological machine work as he was pressed into it.

The bellows deflated in a loud sigh above him.

"I'm sorry Jon. Do you need me to put you down? I-I-I can go without you if you're busy?"

Jon mentally kicked himself for not taking the opportunity to escape, but he was a resolute professional. He was one of the very first human guardians and he was glad to be the one that showed the aliens that whatever they can do; humans can too.

"No, I've nothing else to do today." He lied. "When your call came in I was twiddling my thumbs, you know?"

The pressure increased again as he was swung from side to side by the giant bear-like alien.

"Oh I'm so glad! You could sit on my lap while the speech is given! Oh that would help so so much! Thank you thank you!"

He was pulled from the chest and brought up to a familiar face, that had puckered its lips before planting them firmly against his face. The 'light' suction nearly pulled his entire head in between those lips before they disconnected with a dramatic 'mwah' and he was returned to a galactic sized bear hug and it felt like they were moving again. He rubbed the wetness from his face as the voice spoke up again, vibrating him as it rumbled through the giant's body.

"I'll get some snacks, and a blanket and we'll make it all cosy in my delegate booth!"

Jon tilted his head at that. The delegates, especially the ursidain ones,did always get the nicest food after all.

[panicbones]

Emergent Properties by Aimee Ogden has a bot MC. While ze does spend a decent amount of the book in a human form frame (no skin) in the first half ze's running around in a tiny spider frame. And we start the book with zir booting from a backup because ze died. Whoops!

Also, The Final Architecture trilogy by Adrian Tchaikovsky does not have a bot MC but does have a non human form bot* that gets some POV time and several who are important regularly occurring characters. Theres also a minor background plot/theme going on with the hivers about what is death and identity for a machine intelligence

A bit farther out of prompt but he's also got Dog's of War. The MC is a bipedal canid cyborg who's history and path mirror Murderbot in a lot of ways. Rex definitely doesn't want to be human, don't even think he wants to be free most of the time but he does what he has to for his people

*The Hivers are running on bio tech so they might not be bot enough for you. They're hybrid insect/machines with each hiver instance having a colony of millions of tiny insects hiding in their chassis (this is Tchaikovsky MO lol. He loves bug bots)

Do you count shipminds as bots? There a couple of those out there

anon i love you. and i love shipminds tell me more

[turvuren]

Fantasy AU, Rutile being a Lupi - a race of humans who resemble wolves - bred either for breeding or hunting... Essentially being a bipedal dog, really. Rutile is a hunting Lupi, with pointed ears and pawpads, canid bits. Lupi's reproductive systems are a bit different, after all.

Yellow and Padparadscha are two hunters/travelers passing by. They make camp in an abandoned cabin, expecting it to be uninhabited, but hear scratching and metal dragging downstairs - they find Rutile, a lone lupi, imprisoned there and left to rot for punishment of killing the king of her kingdom. The two men don't really care for the politics of the kingdom, and Padparadscha practically begs his older friend to set her free.

Yellow agrees, using his spear to effortlessly cut through the chains that bind Rutile's ankles and wrists. But on one condition - she serves as their puppy.

...side note, i feel bad sometimes because stuff i write is nothing like canon and i havent touched the manga in ages + never kept up with updates. i just know: rutile hot, padpa yellow hot, i want them to fuck.

[void-botanist]

A Guide to Sapient Species in Locality Space

In which you discover there are still a lot of humans

Humans

they’re really just regular humans with occasional slight differences (e.g. something like the classic less gravity = taller people, but also things that have no clear reason but I will never give up, such as the silver sheen on Horatio's brown hair)

can reproduce with other humans and shifters but not bovans or ferasca

Character examples

uh most of them. All of the crew of the Nicea is human.

Bovans

look like humans but with horns, ears, coloration, and body hair based on real life domestic cattle species, which means that some bovans have skin and hair colors that are rarely if ever seen in humans

those with spots have actual pigmented skin underneath any pigmented body hair that may grow there; hair tends to follow a humanlike pattern across the body

can only reproduce with themselves. Coloration and horn shape are almost random due to complex genetics

Character examples

Martin’s wife, Kara, and their two adopted sons (Cady’s sister-in-law & nephews)

Teagan’s late husband, Callash (Martin & Cady’s dad, though not biologically)

Shifters

humans but with the magical side effect of turning into a literal canid at the full moon (more about their magic)

status as a separate species from humans is complicated but they do generally consider themselves distinct

can reproduce with themselves and nonshifter humans; shifter status is always hereditary but it appears to only pass parent to child, so if you have at least one shifter parent you will be a shifter (but not necessarily have the same canid form)

Character examples

Spinder’s adoptive older brother (not Michael) is married to a mildly famous shifter heiress

Allison, boyfriend of Spinder’s friend Celia (they do both show up in Nicea but also in pretty much all the planned locality space books to some degree)

Ferasca

warm-blooded bipedal dragon people that can come in any color, with a skew toward saturated light to mid shades

more than a little inspired by Dragon Tales if I’m being honest

can only reproduce with themselves; the only sapient species that lays eggs

Character examples

Bo (light gold)

Spinder’s friend Celia (purple)

Loose estimates by system in Argoh locality

Antarac: 30% human, 30% bovan, 30% shifter, 10% ferasca

Rade: 40% bovan, 25% ferasca, 20% shifter, 15% human

Gevorad: 60% human, 20% shifter, 18% bovan, 2% ferasca

Ofain: 40% bovan, 20% human, 20% shifter, 20% ferasca

Hybres: 70% ferasca, 20% bovan, 7% shifter, 3% human

Generally speaking, no one bats an eye about relationships of any kind between the four species, but in places that have large majorities of one species it’s still a novelty to see multispecies relationships even if no one is bothered about it. It’s also generally common for families to have a mix of species, usually via marriage/adoption.

[infinitedraconity]

howdy! i just wantes to ask how you found your kintypes? ive been questioning mine recently and need some advice

have a good day/night!

- 🌌

Hey, grey friend with sunglasses! Good question.

I've talked about it a few times on here, as well as reblogged the words of others on the matter, but my biggest advice is to take your time. Self-discovery is not a contest or race, and it's okay to be wrong about things along the way. Nobody else is going to hold you to a standard.

As far as your actual question, I'm going to assume you already feel you are nonhuman/fictional/etc. in some way, yeah?

Everyone's kintypes are going to come to them in different ways. Some start with a vague sense of "not human" and uncover them slowly, while others will have it hit all at once. Mine have, generally, tended to fall into the later category.

It's also important to remember that kintypes are nonhuman/fictional creatures or characters that you identify as. If you identify with that nonhuman/fictional character or creature, it would be a heartedtype, and you would be otherhearted.

On identifying what kintypes are, there's a decent list of questions you could ask yourself: •What general shape does this kintype take (canid, felid, cervid, draconic, humanoid, etc.)? •What behaviors are associated with this kintype? •What environment(s) is/are associated with this kintype? •How intelligent does this kintype seem to be? •How does this kintype move (bipedal, quadrupedal, flying, etc.)? •What size does this kintype seem to be? •Can this kintype talk? If not, what sounds does it make and how does it communicate? •Are there any fictional places or people that seem connected to this kintype? If so, where/who? •Does this kintype change with the seasons? How so? •Is this kintype from Earth, or somewhere else?

These questions are easier to answer if you have shifts, but shifts are not required for any of these. This is just a basic list, and there are so many more questions you can ask yourself, even after you solidify what it is you identify as. There's so much nuance in alterhuman experiences, too, so never be afraid of being "too weird" or anything of the like.

I hope this is a satisfactory answer. Feel free to shoot another question my way if you ever need anything else.

Wind at your back, friend!

[shakytailstudios]

Enid Sinclair - Lycan (3D Model) Quadruped Stance

I know that Enid's werewolf form got a not so positive reaction from the fandom but that always kind of bummed me out. As I confess, I quite like the design.

It felt very much like a canid body & human forged into one, rather than a mostly human body with some wolf traits. The rounded chest and back also gave an almost hyena like vibe,

So, I resolved to try and make a 3D model encompassing my favorite parts of that design. As best as I could with so little reference, so I had to take some liberties. Anyway, I hope folks enjoy!

Thanks to Zer' for rigging by the way!

(Bipedal Stances Found here)

For reference at her full height Enid is around nine to ten feet tall, comparable to the Hyde, but the hunched frame tends to make her look smaller than she is.

One element I wanted to convey especially was that this is a creature as comfortable running on all fours as it is on its hind legs. Hence there being so many variants and why this took so long to finish.

One other element I really liked about the design was how elongated and gaunt the design is. That is to say, proportionally & structurally, this definitely looks like something that would freak people out.

Wednesday however, she's a big fan~