#frankenhound

[clowneree]

🌱 closed species / oc / adoptable purge, EO, UFO

please check the link - https://toyhou.se/clowneree/characters/folder:1912810

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[yulogica]

An au of this fella

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A lost son come home. His domain of guardianship encompasses the lands and people of the Dolorosa family.

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A delay in deliveries was made due to an accident. The detour lengthened as what was thought to be an accident turned out to be a large-scale attack by malicious actors, and tge deliveryman used his spatial magic to evacuate who he could. The last he sent through the portal were his companions.

A boy woke up with no memory of who he was, but with the innate knowledge of his home in whatever he now had for a heart. He returned, unable still to recall any faces, but knowing he was home, and that it was where he belonged.

He is as kind as he used to be to the people he always loved. To all else, he has no tact and no mercy, more feral guard dog than a guardian. Where he once remembered every face and every memory in his near-immortal life, loving every member of the Dolorosa household as family, he thinks of them more as a treasured garden now- a lovely, precious thing to be sure, but its flowers interchangeable.

Coffin Chambers

[alarimaa]

Gorgeous Xenia for Arkaingel on TH

[csvent-2]

For the anon looking for some NSFW species, I don't have any that are NSFW-centric but rather it's just allowed/the species is 18+. Tanucakes just launched, tanuki+cake, and there are Frankenhounds if you like the more spooky aspect. Phuzomedes is anthro and while there are minors they have an adult-only area too

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[heartfullofleeches]

Scientist Reader creates a maid (thinking robot or slime creature) for the Frankenhounds to use during their heats, but unfortunately their pets are a little too smart and also loyal to their master to use it and wreck the house as usual looking for them. To make matters worse they're left with this servant who's primary purpose is to fuck and has set its attention on them seeing as they're clearly the most stress individual in the house-

Maid Yan: master, you have been working for thirty-two hours straight. Maybe it is time for you to take a break. Relax, get comfortable.... Take off your clothes... let your skin breathe. I've been doing my research on full body massages again

Scientist Reader: You won't fool me with that one twice, demon

[bijeille]

(they/he) my fh rose

[blakevasiliev]

Little gif of Kinsley! He’s apart of a closed species hence his charms heehee. But!! I may try animating a gem soon

[eldritchbonemancer]

A whole load of sketch portrait requests that I did as a warm up over these past couple of days for the closed species Frankenhounds by seucwi over on DA! 

In order these lads belong to: QU1NN by Ghosthyx on DA || Hao-chen by katsud0n on DA || Tokyo belongs to 0T-T0 on DA || and Gio by Ghosthyx on DA!

[csmeaner]

(Annies) The cs has quietly died during the year and I'm happy to see it go. Yamio and the possibility of earning money from whales/clout was really what kept the community going. Everyone is moving on to other cs like Milqilin, Frankenhounds, and other active cs. Even if Yamio came back now I think she let things die for too long to recover completely. Just take your Annies and either sell or lock them away forever.

im surprised it still even exists but might just be because it's a huge whale species and all the whales moved on

[artisticshitpoststheblog]

Some frankenhound customs I did. The robot one felt weird...but I have no one but myself to blame for shirtless boys XI

[closedspeciesteahouse]

I have a lot of love for Frankenhounds conceptually, but the species owner absolutely should not be running a species.

What makes you say that anon ?

[yulogica]

Frankenhounds is having an AF-like event.

Characters belong to SatanFrog, A-Random-Bat, and Xin.

Frankenhounds by seucwi

[heartfullofleeches]

Scientist reader bites the bullet and makes a robot double of themselves for the Frankenhounds which backfired horribly for them as all their plans do-

Scientist Reader: Alright. I have built a robot that is my exact copy down to body temperatures, feel, and scents. Will you please leave me alone for two hours so I can get some real work done?

Hound 1: but master, we want you - not some dumb toy :(

Hound 2: It's insulting you think we would be persuaded so easily

Hound 3: Yay! Two masters!

Hound 4: kiss kiss kiss ki- oh.... I guess you guys don't want to see master fuck their hot clone.....

Hound 3: All in favor, raise your hands!

[Third and four raise their hands. Two clicks their tongue and huffs, but raises theirs. One stares at Reader with big eyes - raising their hand as they're elbowed by one of the others]

Scientist Reader: God, I pray I'm not banned from every bar in this town....

[heartfullofleeches]

Smh Scientist Reader just tryna use the bathroom in peace nd all those separation-anxiety stricken dog yans scratching and barking outside the door 😂😭

Scientist Reader, setting down a timer: Look at me. Look at this timer. I will be in the shower for exactly fifteen minutes - no longer and no shorter. If you are able to give me my peace I will allow you to sleep in my bed tonight. Understood?

Yan Frankenhounds: "Understood.." "Roger!" "ugh, we ain't puppies."

Scientist Reader: I am aware. [Sets the time down and enters the bathroom]

5...4..3....

[The hounds begin pounding and clawing at the doors as the dial ticks once]

Yan Frankenhounds: "Let us in. Let us in!" You said fifteen seconds, right? Right!?!" "I will use this door as your headstone if you don't open it right fuckin now?"

[heartfullofleeches]

hrrrg frankenhounds that fight over who gets to cum on you first and claim you

"Well I was made first so I have superiority over you all."

"Eh? But master gives me the most headpats so they at least love me more...."

"That's because you whine all night if they don't, mutt."

"T-that's not true!"

"What if I want master to cum in me instead?"

"I hump their pillows whenever they leave their bedroom so that probably counts for something."

"That's why they installed that deadbolt on the door....also where the fuck do you keep coming from."

Scientist reader, entering the room with a spray bottle. "I don't think anything of that sort will be happening today or anytime soon, thank you very much."

[heartfullofleeches]

Since you mentioned the Frankenhounds (one of my favs of yours)

I always remember those videos of Queen Elizabeth where she enters a room with her running corgis entourage, and I just imagine scientist reader with the Frankenhounds, but instead of cute corgis it's terrifying, stitched up murder machines.

Still cuties tho!

A new face in town always called for celebration. Don't see many of those too often, and with the gradually declining population for mysterious and unknown causes they were a blessing.

A corporate hot-shot decided they had enough of the city life and shipped themselves and their earthly possessions off to the closest town that allowed them to work remotely from their high paying job. To the surprise of neighbors who arrived with baked goods and freshly picked fruits, they had already started the process of planning a get together to meet everyone they'd see on the daily. The townspeople were so thrilled they forgot the tiny detail that there was one person who wasn't as welcoming as the rest. The party began without a hitch, but something felt out of place for the new face. The one person they were more excited to meet had yet to make their presence known as as their absence persisted they began to worry they might not show at all.

"Excuse me? Do you happen to have a number I can use to all the scientist?"

Though the tap on their shoulder was enough to alert the neighbor still wearing their carrier uniform, their eyes pop out of their sockets like billiard balls as they choke down a mouthful of food. "You... invited them?"

Puzzled by their sudden change, the new neighbor flashes a concerned smile. "Yes? Some articles of their work came up when I was doing research of your town, though most were slightly vague about what they do. They replied to my email saying they'd be around as soon as they could, and they'd bring their dogs if I allowed."

The mail carrier's eyes are just about ready to shoot out their skull. They make a grab for their bag - discarding their fallen cap as they gather their things. "Great party, but something's come up. Be seeing you, if you survive. Where are my keys... where are my..."

A sharp whistle pierces the air. All color, and hope, drains from the carrier's face as the yard's back entrance is pawed opened by a clawed hand - stitches running down the length of its furred limb. It retreats into the darkness as a lone figure steps out into view. Eyes follow them from all corners as they stride meticulously towards the larger group of party-goers, face void of greater expression than tight lips and a passive gaze. They scan the crowd, locating the newcomer with ease. A small smile forms - never meeting your eyes.

"Mx. Wilson. So good to finally meet you. Since this is our first meeting I must inform you I am not one to mingle with... others. I allow this an exception as you were unaware of this fact, and seemed so excited to meet my sweet pups - and I have to say they are quite eager to meet you as well."

The braver of the crowd regain function of their limbs, and take their attempt to flee as you bring two fingers to your limbs - but it's too late. Heavy panting and soft howls join the piercing shriek of your call in a sympathy of the chaos soon to follow. One by one, your howls spill into the yard - the newcomers eyes wide with newfound terror as the years long terror resurfaces in your existing neighbors.

The hounds knock over tables and chairs, barking and hissing at all who infer with their path. They corner those more expressive of their fear in tight shapes - bursting into maniacal laughter as they attempt to fling their bodies over the walls. The smallest of the group volts over to the snack table, scooping as many appetizers as they possibly could on one plate and balances the heavy weight in their claws - gifting their gracious offering to you as they kneel at your feet. You pick through the treats, patting their head as you pop one into your mouth. The others sniff out the outsider as they run for their house, dragging them back over to you and pinning them to the earth as you tower over them. You kneel, offerings a single fruit which they refuse. You chuckle.

"Oh, come now - don't be like that. We're only welcoming you to the neighborhood. My pups even when through the trouble of getting you a gift."

The fourth and most unpredictable of your hounds begins to convulse violently. They wheeze and sputter on the grass - jaws lax as they choke up something white and thin. You stroke their back, aiding them through their expulsion of whatever was lodged in their throat. Clinging to your leg, they spit out an entire human hand striped of its bone and still intact at the joints. With Halloween right around the corner, you'd say it was more a thoughtful gift than warning.

"And if I haven't said it all ready, welcome to the neighborhood."