#too human for a dog too animal for a human

[grison-in-space]

*fond* is it human or is it just a deeper symptom of being alive? because look I am a scholar of animal behavior and one of the reasons that forming unlikely bonds with animals is possible is because the desire to play can be found in all manner of species that aren't human, too. Not just species close to us, like primates and dogs, either: mammals and birds and fish and crocodilians and turtles and lizards all play.

We are animals. We play!

thinking about when i was small, how my mom told me that pipe cleaners were just a tool until people started idly shaping things with them and it grew so popular that they were marketed as crafting materials. and that story about how the original frisbees were disposable pie plates that students flattened to throw. and how when i was a child i had a wooden mancala set with shiny, colorful stones, but on invention it was played with rocks and grooves dug into the dirt. and middle school, paper football and tic-tac-toe and mash and mad libs, games that just need pen and paper. and before that, games of pretend with pirates and princes and masked marauders. how at slumber parties after lights out, we used to whisper storytelling games, i say one sentence and you say the next. and shadow puppets. and the way all the kids in the neighborhood used to divide into teams and throw fallen pine cones at one another. and the floor is lava game, and the quiet game, and the games i play with my coworkers that are just words and retention. and "put a finger down" on the high school bus. and little girls clapping together, and how the first jump-rope was undoubtedly just a length of rope who knows how long ago, and how natural it is to play, how we seek play at every age and with any resources we have and with whatever time we can squeeze it into in a day. i'm not an anthropologist or a psychologist but i think after food and shelter and water and air what comes next is games and stories and laughter. i think that there is nothing -- not sex or fighting or forming unlikely bonds with animals -- there is nothing more human than to play.

[anundyingfidelity]

PRIMAL — Weapon X!Logan

Summary: You are right where he wants and won't escape the subject's twisted mind.

Warnings: heavy non-con smut, dark stuff, mentions of being tortured, female!reader. Read at your own risk tbh, thank you if you do though. Someone pls write more Weapon X! Logan, I'm going crazy at this point.

GEN MASTERLIST!

He has you exactly where he wants. Between the concrete and his intimidating aura. Your eyes are glossy, chest going up and down, ready to be the next victim. His last one.

You study the Weapon X subject one more time. He’s broad and muscular, strong frame with adamantium bones, claws out his knuckles as he walks to you, full in his naked glory. Stains of blood start to dry off on his chest, abdomen and shoulders. And even though in other circumstances he would make a good-looking man, he is far from being one now.

He is not human anymore, he is an animal. And you had been part of the experiments since the beginning. For some reason, he had saved you last from all the personnel of the base. A twisted and sick choice.

Logan takes the last two steps towards you, closing the distance. He can smell your fear, sense the shaking of your whole body, the beating of your heart… He had been watching you, paying special attention to you each time he could. Your voice, your silhouette, your job, your routines around the lab. Everything you did he had learned.

And now, after killing and dismantling the place, leaving a horrid trade of bodies and red around, he feels like finishing everything with you.

He doesn’t know your name, he just knows you were part of them and he fucking hates it.

How could such a pretty thing like you could bear torturing a lost soul like him? He growls at the thought, leaning until his nose is almost touching yours.

You gasp loud, the echoes of your breathing filling the empty place. Your eyes shut and you feel tears running down your cheek.

“Logan…”

He replies with a deep groan again, taking in the scent of your neck and the salty sweat covering your skin. Oh and how he loves the reactions of your body as he traces his way to the shell of your ear with his nose.

“Please… You- you’re not like this…”

Begging would do nothing, he knows it. You keep begging and begging, calling his name as he takes in the features of your face, eyes barely opening. And when you cross glances, besides the fear on your gaze, he can sense something else building on you: arousal. It’s not the first time he’s sensed it on you, but sure he will take out his own suffering and frustrations on that.

“Logan…”

Claws come close, cutting your blouse and bra off. He rips the fabric with his hands before your trousers and panties come off the same way. You squirm and cry, but don’t make any effort on pushing him away because you know he would win the same. He’s massive, stronger, and dangerous. He’s a weapon you helped to build, and compared to him, you are nothing.

Probably he will get vengeance by tearing you apart, forcing you on the smudged, cold floor. He’s all over you, not quite giving kisses but bruises with his lips and teeth on your neck, biting on your skin, legs wide as he feels your wet cunt against his hard cock.

You cry his name, more like a moan, when he forces himself inside your tight walls without any preparation. He’s animalistic, erratic, growling, almost howling, like a dog in heat.

The scratch of your nails do nothing. He pounds harder into your abused cunt, tearing an orgasm out of you. He spills himself in seconds, feeling your walls around him sucking him completely, and he continues fucking you over and over his own high, increasing the sensitive feeling between your legs. And just as you think Logan is over by how quick he keeps rutting on you, hips making an obscene noise every time he buries balls deep inside your cunt, it feels like he goes faster, harder, that it becomes too much and you cling into him with nails and loud whimpers, sore throat crying into the void.

He comes a second time with a deep moan, filling you up once again and you do nothing but take it. Slowly, he pumps his white seed into you until he fully stops inside your abused, needy pussy.

The primitive need to kill now is replaced with a more primal urge, and you would be perfect for that from now on.

[fanfictiongirlie]

Twilight: Some Soulmate - Chapter Eighteen

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Parings: Paul Lahote x Reader

Description: Y/N a member of the Cullen family is imprinted on by one of the wolves, she is shocked, he is shocked. She is struggling with drinking animal blood over human, and he is disgusted by a vampire for a soulmate… But maybe it could work..?

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: None

Words: 1,124

This is the last chapter from this little fic, I may write a sequel in the future, unlikely but maybe, it may not be the ending you wanted, but it's the ending you get and honestly I'm kinda happy with it. This fic deserved to be finished. Thank you all who read/liked all those good things <3

I held tightly onto the fur of Paul as we walked across the snowy field, I looked opposite us seeing the Volturi, they walked towards us almost in slow motion. I held onto Paul harder, I was probably hurting him, but he made so sound indicating I was. I was mesmerised by his wolf form usually, but today I was far too scared to feel that today. 

Both sets of crowds stopped walking, Carlisle started talking to Aro first. I had never see the Volturi before, they were terrifying but also incredibly beautiful. 

"Paul" I whisper to the wolf "If we die today, know I love you, so dearly, and I'm so happy for all the time we've had together" 

Paul made a small whine noise and he moved his wolf face to nuzzle his nose into my neck, I reached up and scratched his snout. I could feel all his love project into me, letting me know he was saying the exact same as what I had said. I rested my head slightly against his shoulder, and watched as Bella and Edward took Nessie over to Aro, I felt stressed, and worried, I loved that little girl more than anything, and seeing Edward and Bella, my brother and sister go closer to the all evil vampires stressed me out further. I wanted this to be over. Siobhan had wanted to go in our favour and I trusted her it would, but seeing all those red eyes look at us, it made me feel uneasy. 

I watched as the three main Volturi men spoke, they were deciding whether we were to live or die, as if that was a conversation, it was ridiculous, our lives meant more than a mere conversation. They were not happy with our team up with the wolves, I held Paul closer to me when I heard Aro mention something about wanting guard dogs. Over my dead body, he was mine. 

Aro then decided to wanted to speak to a few of our witnesses, I watched as he floated over to various members of our group, he walked past Paul and I, his eyes on the obvious grip I had on Paul. 

"You cling to that werewolf child, why?" He asks. 

"He imprinted on me, we're soulmates" I answer quickly as Paul growls. 

"How fascinating, our two races, mated. Another wonderous thing to add to our history" He spoke, I watched him with wide eyes, Paul stepped forward ever so slightly, putting his body in front of mine. Luckily Aro walked off, ready to speak to other members. 

And when I felt like all was lost, Alice and Jasper walked into the clearing, if I were human I'm sure my breath would of hitched. I watched as they walked towards the Volturi along with two vampires...no wait, one of them, their heart sounded like Nessie's. Another half breed? It must be... I watched as they spoke to the Volturi, and somehow, like it was a miracle, Aro decided that was that, we were no danger, and we were free to go, and within seconds the Volturi were gone. 

I turned to Paul, the excitement in his eyes matching in mine, I pressed my head forward resting my forehead against his fury snout. I smiled softly when I heard my family cheering. 

"We're safe, it's over, no more drama love" I whispered, I felt his love travel from his body into mine, fluttering around me making me feel the happiest I had ever felt. 

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I wiggled the key into the small beach apartment, Paul's hand was on my lower back as I walked in. 

"Babe, it's beautiful" He whispered, he lent forward pressing a small kiss the just behind my ear. I shivered softly and looked around the build. Esme of course had this built for me...and Paul. It was a sweet cottage that had a wrap around porch, and stairs that lead straight into the beach. She had this built during my time away from home, when Paul and I weren't talking, when I ran my small bookshop. Now I had my own library in this cottage, the living room had a built in fireplace, with beautiful pale blue built in bookcases, and a large couch in front of the fireplace. 

The couch was the perfect size for Paul and me to lay together cuddling, our favourite activity. Other then...we had slept together shortly after the Volturi had left, I was a bit nervous doing it before marriage, but then I realised, I wanted Paul forever, and I could have him forever, so why wait. Edward judged me a little for having sex before marriage but I soon shut him up by thinking of the act every time I was near him.

The last two rooms in the cottage were a bathroom with a large bath, I couldn't wait to spend hours upon hours in that room, the back wall above the bathtub was covered in naked shelves, which had jars and jars full of bath salts, bath bombs, all the things I could need for luxury baths. And then the other room, of course was the bedroom, now Paul would be the only one sleeping in here, so the bed was large and sturdy, probably a good thing seeing as a vampire and werewolf who had sex didn't need to hold back and be careful. 

It was a wonderful house, and it was perfect that I could spend my days with Paul, we didn't need a plan, and we'd survive without children, ultimately it wasn't something in our future. I had however found out I still had family alive, from my brother's line of course. I had a great niece times however many since my brother's first child, she and her husband lived together a few cities away with their two very young children. Paul wanted me to introduce myself, but ultimately that was something I'd probably never do. 

"Come join me" Paul's voice pulled me from my thoughts, he laid on the couch, looking comfortable, and perfect. I smirked and walked towards the couch, I was ready to lie on him carefully, but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me down onto him, I chuckled softly and kissed his jaw softly before snuggling into him, he wrapped his arms around me tightly. 

"Ready for the rest of our lives love?" He asks me, kissing the top of my head. 

"With you? My love, I cannot wait" I whisper back, resting my face in the crook of his neck.

"I love you, my little vampire" He whispers softly. I look up at him and smirk at the little nickname, before I answered "And I love you wolf boy"

Previous Part

[rat-creates]

Okay, more thought out drawings of Dream from my haunted road trip au

[starsandwriting]

Jesus christ the horror of being that dog. You gain human sentience and intelligence for just long enough to be able to understand the world around you, just long enough to truly experience the horror of what's happening to you, before you're reverted back to being a dog. Granted understanding once more before it's taken away again, and so on

[illeaadante]

what we're really sleeping on is how, after the curse, Waylon just... isn't a rogue anymore. Like, if he commits a crime he's still a criminal, but *everyone* is an eldritch monstrosity, so the GCPD and general gothamites have adapted to nonhuman appearances and strengths. Waylon can be a full member of society in Mer-cursed!Gotham and no one bats an eye.

Also, you know after the curse hit that there was a *lot* of infrastructure changes. The sewers were entirely revamped, streets were dug out with canals, an entire undercity based in gotham harbor because you know that at least some gothamites are going to prefer staying aquatic the majority of the time. I imagine that having a basement pool/connection to the undercity would become standard in residential buildings and that hospitals and schools would also have completely aquatic sections.

What about health differences between forms too? Like, what if Barbara is paraplegic in human form, but fully mobile as a mer? I can see people switching forms to manage their illnesses: get rid of chronic pain, therapy for epilepsy or schizophrenia, I can imagine shifting itself would help relieve joint and muscle pain. Imagine, you have arthritis so you submerge your hands in water, shift, then shift back and it's if not cured, then at least better.

Also, waterproofing as standard for everything in Gotham. Electronics? Waterproofed. Clothing? Waterproofed. Wayne Enterprises has created waterproof *pencils and paper* and other school supplies for their aquatic students and businesses.

Also imagine people with pet fish taking them out on leashes or getting them microchiped like other animals. I imagine you have to put some sort of special collar or decoration on your pet fish so people know it's a pet and not a potential snack. Or! There are certain types of fish everyone agrees are pets and not food, like how dogs and cats are culturally considered not acceptable for eating in a lot of places.

I imagine all the pets in Gotham skew towards the aquatic. Instead of budgies and parrots, the birds are more likely to be waterfowl, people who have cats generally have cats who enjoy water, and dogs like poodles and portugese water dogs are far more common than others when it comes to pure breeds. It isn't illegal but is considered deeply unethical to have a chinchilla in gotham, as well as most desert snakes and hedgehogs.

Mermay Special Prompt 3

“Are you kidding? No one goes to Gotham, that place is like,” Aquaman made a motion with his hand, a not-quite grimace on his face. “Like things should not be living in the water, like it should be impossible, and things should be dead, but they aren’t and it’s like, like the equivalent of an undead apocalypse over there!” 

Bruce rolled his eyes behind his cowl, taking a sip of his coffee as the others continued drinking. Socialize, they said, it’ll be fine they said. Well excuse him, but the waters weren’t that bad. Sure there were always dumped bodies, and chemicals from the rogue attacks, but it was far worse at one point.

One thing he’ll always be relieved for is how the… curse (thank you broken statuette back in the beginning of his vigilante career that fused with the other many curses of Gotham) made the people of Gotham actually care about the waters around them. 

Though also, he couldn’t help but thank anything that might be listening for the fact that the curse only interacted with Gotham waters, because losing legs with any risk of a drop of water would be downright annoying. 

“No dude, you don’t understand, no one goes there for a reason! That shit is horrific- someone saw a big thing with bits of rebar stabbed straight through it and still chased after a big alligator-thing!” Oh. Oh that had been him. Oops. Hopefully his kids didn’t find out about this, but they were probably already on the cameras. Dammnit. 

[primussavethesemechs]

I’m back with more slightly disturbing thoughts about transformers.

Ok listen.

I think cybertronians should be more freaked out by the fact humans eat other living things.

Like come on, bots only ingest energon which is inanimate crystal juice, they’re regularly grossed out by normal organic functions, and you’re telling me they don’t bat at eye at the idea of their friendly little Sentient companions straight up killing other animals and eating them??? I feel like that should def cause more cognitive dissonance for them, esp autobots since they actually get close to humans.

Like I can see them being grossed out but accepting of the fact that wild animals eat each other- they are WILD animals and all, not exactly sentient or even necessarily intelligent after all. But HUMANS? The organic creatures that are the closest to them (going by tfp standards where they don’t mention many other organic species) in terms of structure and emotion and intelligence?? That has to be concerning on some level to them.

Referencing tfp and MTMTE where they have scraplets and sparkeaters, i feel like that’s what they’d kind of associate it with which would freak them out more. God forbid they hear about how common cannibalism is in survival situations, I don’t even know if they’d be able to sympathize the slightest bit with that considering as far as I know cannibalism Isn’t Really A Thing for them. That’s a thought in of itself tbh, would they be able to reckon with the concept of being so hungry you’d eat people you know, when it’s physically impossible for them to do that? How do you rationalize the choices others make in desperate situations when you know you’d never have to make that choice anyway and you’ll never have their perspective on it?

Anyways, I’m entertained by the idea of them being able to ignore stuff like nuggets or patties considering it doesn’t look recognizable as what it is but being downright repulsed by steaks, especially if its bloody or has bone visible. They don’t like the visual reminders of their sweet little organic friends consuming flesh and blood. Too freaky for them.

[minzart]

Btw I loved krypto the superdog animation and the hyenas with bathound where, unsurprisingly, my favorites

[figofswords]

hey any furries out there know how to draw a goat

[sunpoweredog]

I've always known that I had Some Color on my front paws, Some Color on my ears, tail and back. Figured it to be a darker tone of the overall coat color, which is actually quite similar to the color of my human hair

I didn't really feel anything on my hind paws in terms of color, but there was Something. I interpreted it as a dew claw but currently I'm not so sure. Maybe my hind paws have darker fur too?

That is quite possible but it does technically make me a colorpointed dog which are extremely rare and ugh I don't think that I have a darker muzzle that should also be seen in colorpoints so idk

The lighter belly fur is just. Normal. Most animals have it. It's called counter-shading, you can google that phenomenon

The light mane is an unusual thing, though, I don't really know how I figured out its color, kinda always knew

did you figured out your 'type(s) colors?

yes, i always knew

yes because my type(s) have only one possible coloration

yes, it didnt take long

yes, it took long time

i figured out the main things but still dont know the details (like placing of spots or color of the mane)

i still cant figure it out

different answers for different kintypes

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[jrueships]

older white men who have to announce how much they prefer college sports over professional sports & obsess over it kinda creep me out idk

[a-single-melon]

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made the boys furries lol

[do-you-ship-it-polls]

Do you ship it?

reason: what's not to love about a boy and his dog?

[benetnvsch]

[bsd warrior cat au] they got stuck in a snow storm mid patrol so are waiting it out under the shelter of a tree

[baker-chan-senpai]

dog wawa sprinkled with some angst

[bibiblocksberg1234]

I think this might have been the fakest we’ve ever seen Dazai. The voice actor did a great job, it sounded like he was trying to be his usual silly self but you could hear how he was close to crying.