#human siberian

[joykjkx]

-ENGLISH-

There is going to be a radical change for the project, soon when the secondary book and the first one are officially completed, as time goes by you will see it. This drawing does not fall into the Vent Art category, because it inspires me positively. See you!

-ESPAÑOL-

Va a haber un cambio radical para el proyecto, pronto cuando culmine el libro secundario y el primero oficialmente, con el paso del tiempo lo verán. Este dibujo no entra en categoría de Vent Art, por que me inspire positivamente. ¡Nos vemos!

[filurig]

updated some humanoid designs for some of mah old basilisk guys to make sense with da updated lore for them hihi

[dog-eater822]

How smart is your dog?

I think she’s pretty smart:

- she understands English, Mandarin Chinese, and a local Chinese that my parents speak

- she knows how to open doors

- she has, on multiple occasions, had elaborate plans to escape our house and/or the backyard (it’s a long story)

- she can catch any food you throw at her (unless it’s unreasonably hard to do)

- she can understand who is friend and who is foe. If a friend that she’s never met before comes in the house, she recognizes that it a friend. But if it’s a stranger, say a salesperson, she doesn’t bark because she knows that we’re talking to the person. She just watches the person, ears high and very tense.

So yeah, I think she’s smarter than the average husky :3

[izzydeee-doodles]

Here are a few cat portrait rugs I’ve made recently 💜 @deeezrugs on IG for more of my work!!

Commissions are open also ☺️

[viktuurishipper96]

“I’m maybe small but I like to aim big”

Boris the little runt loves to aim big especially on his adventures with his pony pal kitty.

he’s about 5’5 and he loves to go hiking.

His sexuality is an asexual because he’s not interested in love but loves going on an adventure with his mom Rona and his pal kitty the miniature house horse.

He gives of a toboe (wolfs rain) vibe but he lives in a traditional country home with his sister darya.

He’s always up for a challenge.

Here’s the ref and the cat that I’ve based off of. Hope you’ll like it

[justanotherkinrequest]

stimboard for a siberian husky therian !!

with cottagecore & cozycore themes !

requested by @sunny-therian !

🌱☕🌱 ☕🐺☕ 🌱☕🌱

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i hope you like this !! i kind of struggled with just aesthetics as themes , but i think i did pretty well !

[sparkykitsune]

Ken and Koromaru walking together

Little headcanon I have for Ken is that he has a tendency to walk on his toes (digitigrade stance), but he does slowly stop doing this as he gets older and taller And yes, his legs are supposed to be shorter in proportion to his torso due to him being a munchkin cat, though he kinds looks a bit uncanny in this drawing (I'll experiment a bit more in the future)

[watoons]

Finally dropping these here today. I’ve been on a huge WCTH fan art kick lately (which ironically I haven’t seen anyone else display their fan art for this series anywhere across the internet —AI doesn’t count here as I don’t consider it a legitimate “art form”!) Primarily drawing fluffy anthro canines, I feel a little —no—VERY self-conscious sharing my work, but *deep, steady breath*, here it is, and I hope someone gets joy or laughter from my silly doodles today. This is a big inspiration for me to continue drawing always!

Firstly, I found a colored version of one I drew of Lee, and realized I had never shared it! Secondly, I revised an older drawing of Jack(Jarrick) Thornton, as he is described in the book to have blue eyes—and I have to say it didn’t really surprise me that books tend to be better in this regard(still like what they’ve done for TV). Thirdly, I can’t believe it’s taken me this long to draw Elizabeth as an anthro dog…but here for fun…also some fun doodles of Nathan. I really need to learn to draw hats better!

I understand that these aren’t intended to be masterpieces, but to enjoy drawing and encourage myself to continually grow as an artist, even though I may never draw professionally for a living. Whoever finds these, please enjoy, critique, criticize, laugh—whatever.

[gongedtornado]

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[joykjkx]

-ENGLISH-

Sam: Danny, what do you have there?

Danny: A fruit smoothie and guys it's from another dimension he has to try it it tastes very. good

*JM checking on his holographic screens*

And another meme regarding Danny Phantom as proof and regarding the oc JM wanted to add it for an idea but I don't know how it turned out.

-ESPAÑOL-

Y otro meme con respecto a Dani Phantom como prueba y con respecto al oc JM quería agregarla por una idea pero no sé ustedes cómo quedó.

[disruptiveempathy]

The development of Siberian regionalism (or separatism, as it was viewed by the government) fuelled fears of Russia losing its ‘golden chest’ and finally resulted in a new state policy towards Siberia: the policy of Russification. This included administrative reforms designed to undermine any internal unity of Siberia, promote the economic development of the region (primarily through railroad construction), mass settlement of Russians in Siberia and an accompanying ideological campaign emphasising Siberia’s inseparability from Russia. The term ‘Russification’ concerning Siberia can be understood in a dual sense: settling Russians on the land, and making the Russian language and culture dominant for the native population.

—Ivan Sablin and Maria Savelyeva, from "Mapping Indigenous Siberia: Spatial Changes and Ethnic Realities, 1900–2010," published in Settler Colonial Studies

[charliemwrites]

Hybrid AU with Ragdoll!Reader and Siberian-mix!Konig

Reader is a rescued cat hybrid that Laswell's sister in law has been taking care of for the last 3 months. When she meets this little ragdoll kitty, so bright and friendly and curious, she immediately thinks of the 141. Hybrids have a lot uses in the government. Sometimes combative, sometimes therapeutic. The 141 could use a companion animal, given the close call Soap recently had and the general trauma the whole squad has.

With the kitty's permission and cooperation, they assess her as a possible therapy placement. She tests so well and so high that Laswell (again, with consent) immediately starts paperwork to place her with the 141 before even bringing it up to Price.

He's a bit skeptical at first. Even without being a combat hybrid, their jobs are high stress, very dangerous, and not very stable. But Laswell convinces him to at least meet Ragdoll.

They do introductions at the sister-in-law's house, where the kitty will be most comfortable. Ragdoll takes one sniff of him and starts purring like a little engine. He's visibly surprised, and Laswell can barely hold back her grin as the kitty climbs into his lap. They spend the rest of the afternoon discussing arrangements while his new hybrid naps because obviously he can't say no now.

Price becomes her primary handler. They move her to his barrack and give her a week to settle in, but she's not a skittish thing by any means. Wants to follow him everywhere, curls up in his bed, meows sadly at the door when he leaves her alone. It becomes clear very quickly that the usual introduction manuals are too slow for her.

Kitty meets Kyle next. Again, instant purrs. She presses her cheek into his palms, then wriggles her way closer to brush up against his cheek. Lets out a little "mrrp!" when he stutters out a pleasantly surprised, "hello there." She nibbles at the brim of his hat and grins when he gently redirects her, chirping at this fun new friend.

Two for two, Price and Kyle decide to introduce her to Simon and Johnny. They let her explore the common room first, get comfortable, and then call the other two in. Kitty watches from behind Price as Simon and Johnny enter.

Johnny is a dog hybrid with Simon as his primary handler. Price has faith that his sergeant will behave well with the new kitty, but he's not sure of what her reaction will be. Johnny's obviously, visibly excited, tail wagging, but Simon gets him to sit and wait while she makes the first move.

It takes absolutely no time at all for her to pad out from behind Price and approach. Simon goes first, offering a hand. But she barely even sniffs him before cuddling up to him, pawing curiously at his mask. He lets her, clicking his tongue when she dislodges it a bit, but then he gently nudges her towards Johnny.

His ears are perked forwards, tail still swishing. Kitty's ears are twitching, eyes big and curious. But her tail is up and curved curiously, not even a little fluffed. She gets in real close to his face, sniffs, then bumps her forehead against his chin. Which is when he loses patience and licks a big stripe up her cheek. She mews indignantly, ears going airplane mode, but thankfully doesn't swat at him.

It literally couldn't go better. She's a perfect fit.

Over the next few months she settles in with them happily, an absolute dream of a hybrid. Not very verbal, at least through human speech, but perfectly communicative and incredibly friendly.

She chirps whenever one of the 141 enters a room, has a different tone for each of them. Purrs if one of them so much as looks at her, all slow blinks and little smiles. Chitters when she sees them running outside through the windows.

Even grooming is relatively easy. She lets them brush out her floofy tail without much fuss, only trying to retreat if they catch a tangle. Readily gives up her hands to trim her claws. Even opens her mouth for them to brush off her fangs after raw meals.

She curls up with Simon on bad days, warm and purring, breathing little puffs of air against his collarbone. Lounges with Kyle after hard missions, nuzzling against him while he pets her soft ears. She spends hours upon hours in Price's office, curled up on his lap while he does paperwork or talks over the phone, kneading biscuits into his stomach.

Her friendship with Johnny is maybe the most surprising. They play wrestle just about every night, rolling around on the rough carpets in the common room and nipping at each others ears. She'll pounce on him, little teeth flashing, but almost always get bodied by his larger stature. The others will let them play until one of them - usually Johnny - gets too excited and makes the other yelp. At that point, Price or Simon will usually scoop one of the hybrids up and tsk at them for getting rough.

She's the 141's precious kitty, sweet and friendly and outgoing. The whole base knows her, though she's never far from one of her boys. And they know what it means if Ragdoll doesn't like someone.

It's rare, which is why it raises neon red flags. The first time is a new recruit that reaches to pet her without introducing himself first. She twists around on him, but usually even that would be recoverable. Except when he keeps trying to touch her, she gets a whiff of him and hisses, scrambling away.

The guy doesn't last long.

It happens again a few weeks later with a nurse meant to be giving her checkup. She gets low to the table, tail poofing up, and growls low in her throat. When the nurse rolls her eyes and tells Price to just hold his hybrid still so they can get things over with, he knows instantly that his little ragdoll was right to react that way.

With that in mind, it's no surprise that no one trusts Philip Graves when he visits their base and she takes an instant dislike to him. He introduces himself correctly, but she still hard reverses away from him, nose scrunched up. Ears back, tail fluffing up, she slips behind Price and glares from around his arm.

Problem is, Graves is used to dog hybrids. He's great with them. Kitties... not so much, even with a manual. Ends his week at the base with a couple of proper bite marks and an itchy scratch on his hand.

Given her reaction, Simon and Johnny aren't too shocked when he betrays them in Las Almas.

When a team from KorTac is scheduled for a joint assignment, the 141 is bracing for a similar reaction. Especially because they have their own cat hybrid - some big mixed breed.

Kyle even suggests keeping Ragdoll inside for initial introductions on the tarmac, but they all know that's not actually viable. Their kitty wouldn't talk to them for the rest of the day if they left her out like that.

So Price double checks that her little bell-collar is on and brings her out to meet the KorTac team.

Their cat hybrid is even bigger than expected - no wonder he's a combat placement despite being a domestic breed. He keeps his face hidden behind a big black hood with cutouts for his ears, fluffy tail slightly tangled-looking.

Price hasn't even finished introductions with the KorTac team when she makes a rolling little chur noise, bright and curious. The bigger hybrid zeros in on her instantly, ears flicking. She pads out from behind the captain and slips away before he can catch her. Any calls for her to come back are fully ignored.

She trots right up to the Austrian and mrrps again, pausing mid-step, waiting for a response. The other hybrid doesn't respond - at least he doesn't seem to.

"Sorry, kitten, but he doesn't really do the cat noises," Declan tries to tell her. But he's also ignored, and no sooner has he spoken than she's getting into the other cat's space, continuously making little "brr" noises.

And then to everyone's shock, he's bending down to greet her in return, nuzzling her cheek and forehead through the hood. She starts to purr, pressing up close, tail swishing lazily. A noise erupts from him, deep and rough, rattling in his chest. Johnny jumps and snatches at her shirt, dragging her back to the safety of their team.

She mewls sadly, arms extended to reach for him.

"He's growling, Doll," Johnny corrects, arms curling around her middle. For the first time ever she starts to wriggle. "He's too big for you to mess with."

"I... wasn't growling," the Austrian pipes up. "I apologizes if I caused alarm."

Johnny shoots him an incredulous look.

"Then what was that?" Kyle asks, confused.

"I don't... often purr."

Price takes one look at their still-wiggly kitty and the Austrian leaning towards her, as if wanting to follow, and pinches the bridge of his nose.

"Shit."

[viktuurishipper96]

coloring Boris the Siberian cat in humanized form

[tenth-sentence]

And we didn't know who the Siberians actually were.

"Human Universe" - Professor Brian Cox and Andrew Cohen

[comfortable-hobbit-hole]

The dog sat on her sofa. Belka is unamused.

[rockatanskette]

One of the running themes in "humans are space orcs" circles is the idea that humans will bond with anything. I can think of plenty of stories of humans making friends with wild animals, alligators, predators, creatures that aliens would immediately recognize as too dangerous for contact. But I was reading a story about two orangutans released back into the wild today and there's a certain element to that story I haven't seen so often: humans will bond with animals regardless of whether the bond is reciprocal.

For every story of a human making friends with some unlikely creature, there are dozens of stories of conservation specialists tranquilizing animals, tending to their wounds or illness, and releasing them because they're too dangerous to handle consciously. Stories of tagging birds of prey and timber wolves and Siberian tigers. Fat Bear Week? Any of those bears would rip your face off without hesitation. But they're round and fluffy and intimidating and beautiful and we love them even though they hate us. We make an effort to protect our monsters, because we love our monsters.

Imagine an alien planet that's experiencing ecological degradation. Their flora is dying, and they can't figure out why. And, offhandedly, in a diplomatic mission, an allied planet mentions that humans have successfully reversed similar devastation on Earth. So they reach out and Earth sends some experts to check it out. And what do they suggest? Reintroducing an apex predator that used to be a scourge against alien settlements. The species still exists in other regions of the planet, but it is slowly disappearing outside of its native habitat.

The aliens are askance. They've told bedtime stories to their young of these creatures: how they tear apart their prey, how they've eaten their organs and rip apart their homes. Some suggest that it's a trick—that the humans are trying to prompt them into destroying themselves.

But there are many alien cultures on this planet, with many different stories and some of them agree. The world watches in anticipation as the humans help their predators. They seek them out, these fearless otherworlders, putting them to sleep and tending their wounds. They keep track of the beasts, not to harm them, but to protect them.

At first the doomsayers' prophecy seems to come true. The predators devour prey animals like a feast, like a slaughter to people who have never been so close to the circle of life. But then, slowly, not over months but over years, comes change. The prey no longer eat the leaves and buds of every tree; some are left to bloom and fall. The refuse rots in the dirt, and the floods cease as the soil grows thick with compost and rotted bone, thick enough to hold water. The shapes of rivers change to protect their surroundings from the rain. The pollinators rebound.

Decades later, other cities and nations begin to accept this human myth of "conservation." Champions arise, alien champions, now, who go into the depths of the wilderness and the seas to protect those predators from the apathy of time.

Not all of them make it. This is something else the humans teach. Sometimes the tranquilizers are not enough. Sometimes the timing is wrong. Sometimes accidents happen. And when they do, the aliens look to humans for an answer for why they should protect these creatures who have killed those they love?

"Because they knew the risks," the humans say. "Because they would be the first to speak to save them. Because they taught you to see the beauty in the wild and you must not close your eyes."

So, despite themselves, they don't.