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Wolf and Chill? 🐺😏😇
What are Sundays for if not grabbing a wolf to cuddle and be lazy or not so lazy in bed with? 🐺😏😇😉
Ok2rb
cishet men and minors dni
#I did say I'd pull my harness out for next time 😋#With a peek of bush 😅#full moon shenanigans#🐺#werewolf butch#transmasc butch#transmasc wolf#transmasc puppy#butch#woof#pup play#t4t#nsft
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Finally got these guys hollowed & finished up, can't wait to glaze em 🐺 ♥ 🐺
#ceramics#clay#sculpture#animal art#wip#greenware#unfired#wolf#furry#lgbt#trans art#transmasc#anthro
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WET
BEAST
WEDNESDAY!!
Woohoo!! My first wbw I feel like a real alterhuman blog now./hj
#alterhuman#caninekin#therian community#alterhumanity#alterbeing#therian#lycanthrope#nonhuman#wolfkin#otherkin#copinglink#crowhearted#wet beast wednesday#wolf theriotype#wolf kin#wolf supremacy#transmasc
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posting transgender werewolf for halloween as decreed in the scripture
#my art#werewolf#trans man#trans#wolf#blood#transmasc#transgender#halloween#happy halloween#ehe art i did for school that im proud of#i found a new brush that i like 🫣
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Wolf dom bf x Bunny sub gf but they’re so possessively enamored with each other that their heat and rut cycles aligned and now get physically aggressive when apart for too long.
#ftm ns/fw#t4t ns/fw#ftm dom#ftm top#t4t top#t4t dom#t4t nsft#bd/sm dom#nsft dom#transmasc dom#feral dom#dog dom#puppy dom#dom thoughts#sadist dom#bd/sm sadist#ftm bd/sm#bd/sm kink#wolf daddy#bunny sub#possessive kink#possessive#possesive love#petpl@y#petpl4y
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what I wish I could ask for, for Christmas
#transmasc#therian#puppyboy#dogboy#dog therian#dogkin#wolf therian#wolfkin#caninekin#t4t puppy#sad puppy#kemonomimi
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i love you trans people whose gender is directly tied to nonhumanity. i love you cat boys, girls & folk. i love you puppy girls, boys & folk. i love you transgender wolves, dragons, elves, foxes, ponies and so on. if you are a wolfboy catgirl doggirl catboy or whatever i love you so much, our genders don't have to be watered down or modified for anyone
#xenogender#transgender#trans#lgbtqia#lgbtq#lgbt#queer#transmasc#transmasculine#wolfboy#wolfgirl#dogboy#dog girl#catboy#catgirl#cat girl#fox girl#cat boy#dog boy#wolf girl#wolf boy#pony boy#pony girl#dragon girl#dragon boy#slime girl#slime boy#ftm#trans man#enby
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this came to me in a vision
#mine#editing is my passion#btvs#buffy the vampire slayer#btvs oz#seth green#werewolf#trans#transgender#transmasc#oz osbourne#wolf#alpha wolf#shitpost#bark bark woof woof woof#tboy swag#trans headcanon#buffyverse
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YOU want a heart stopper romance, I want to go to an empty parking lot with a boy and beat the shit out of eachother and start making out in the heat of the moment all the while my nose is bleeding all over the both of us and-
#mlm#t4t mlm#t4t#there’s nothing wrong with liking heart stopper i just wanted an excuse to post this#transmasc#trans#mlm yearning#mlm textpost#dogboy#gay#wolf boys hmu
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Guess who pulled out their half-hood for the first time in forever? Awoooooooooo! 🐺😁
ok2rb
cis het men and minors dni
#awoooo!#I missed wearing my hood#just a wolf pupping around 🐺😋#maybe I'll see about wearing my harness next time 🤔#as much as I love my mr s leather hood I like the half hood style so much more from a sensory pov#PLUS! I can still get scritches with this one!#full moon shenanigans#werewolf butch#butch#transmasc butch#woof#transmasc wolf#transmasc puppy#pup play#t4t#nsft#🐺
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euphoria
#my art#self portrait#human#tattoos#male#trans masc#transmasc#transgender#trans#masc#wolf#snake#skull#scopophobia
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Meet Arsenic!
My third fursona, acting more like a second sona in command, canonically roommate with Leo and created by Martyr with some of Leo's characteristics as to keep them for him.
[this is our relationship] [arsenic is being so nice to me i hope there is no anti freeze in this green leafy]
#art#digital art#furry#digital illustration#character design#furry art#furry community#furry fandom#sfw furry#anthro furry#maned wolf#fursona#new fursona#maned wolf furry#emo furry#emo fursona#transmasc#asexual#furry oc#meanie#hate him#it is so full of my bpd#stinky
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Just pulled these boys out of their final firing 💚 they'll be dropping @ noon central this Saturday 5/4!
#this is the last piece i am selling before we move! after this nothing new until the new studio is setup....so bittersweet 😭#we move in about two weeks. aaaaaaaaaaaaaa#ceramics#clay#sculpture#animal art#finished work#pottery#werewolf#wolf#anthro#queer#furry#transmasc
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rest for the weary
pairing: Bigby Wolf/Reader
reader's race & gender are ambiguous; no pronouns or physical descriptors used.
summary: There is silence for far too long. You’re intently focused on wiping his skin clean of the dried bloodstains, making sweeping gestures with infinite care. Bigby wants to reassure you that you don’t have to be so careful, that he’s used to cruelty and maleficent gazes and bloodied knuckles. But the words feel caught in his throat. This compassion is so foreign to him; he can’t help but instinctively wonder if there’s something you’re getting out of this.
word count: 2.3k | ao3 version
warnings: canon-typical blood and violence, exhaustion/fatigue
After his long patrol, Bigby wants nothing more than to fall asleep and never wake up. He manages to get to his apartment, albeit with a bit more clumsiness and lethargy than usual. When he finally opens the door, he’s greeted with Colin’s irritated expression. The annoyed look on his face fades when he evidently gets a full glimpse of Bigby’s injuries. The wolf knows he must look horrible; he doesn’t have to look in the mirror to know there are dark circles under his eyes and dried bloodstains on his clothes.
“You look like shit,” Colin remarks helpfully.
“Thanks.” Bigby responds tiredly, limping towards his armchair. Colin is merciful today, and doesn’t even utter a word of argument as he gives up the seat and moves to sit on the floor. Bigby sinks into the armchair and just barely holds back a pained hiss. He tilts his head back and stares up at the ceiling, still reeling from the events that occurred on his patrol today. His adrenaline carried him through multiple fights, and it isn’t until quiet moments like these that the gravity of what he’s been through dawns on him.
Bigby’s eyes are slipping closed when he hears a harsh knock on his door. He groans and shuts his eyes again, wincing at the pain concentrated in his temple that is gradually migrating to his jaw. A nasty headache on top of his injuries—somehow, that tracks. Bigby waits to hear the sound of footsteps gradually growing further away.
Instead, there’s another knock—even louder than the previous one. Bigby groans again and Colin raises an eyebrow, as if to ask if he’s going to answer the door.
“Bigby.” The wolf’s heart skips a beat as he recognizes your voice. You live in the apartment below his: 104. You’re one of the only people who is nice to him, aside from Snow and Beauty. You never seemed to be afraid of him, which was refreshing. Selfishly speaking, Bigby doesn’t want you to see him in this state—doesn’t want you to start thinking of him as the Big Bad Wolf. You continue, immune to his internal dilemma. “I know you’re in there. Open up.” You say insistently.
Bigby doesn’t make a move to get up. He doesn’t think he can get to his feet and walk over to the door, even if he wanted to. Exhaustion is settling in his bones and he is close to drifting off into unconsciousness once he realizes that the knocking has stopped.
Suddenly, there’s a loud crash. Bigby is mercilessly tugged back from the throes of sleep as his front door swings open and crashes into the adjacent wall. He blinks slowly and pushes himself up in the chair, glancing at the front door to find you stumbling forward with uneasy balance. The two of you exchange looks and Bigby sees a flicker of regret and guilt appear on your face, before the emotions are replaced with a mischievous grin.
“That was fun,” you remark with a look of surprise. Then you glance around the room, murmuring a quick greeting to Colin, before looking back at him once more. The wolf stares at you in disbelief. “I can see why you do it so often.”
“What the hell are you doing?” Bigby asks, once he manages to process everything that just happened. He’s usually the one kicking doors down—he’s never been on the other side of the situation before. Bigby can’t say he likes it much.
“Checking in on you, obviously,” you answer, crossing your arms over your chest. Bigby realizes that this is the first time you’ve been in his apartment; typically, he visits you at yours or the two of you meet in the lobby. He’s mildly embarrassed by the dirty clothes and empty bottles laying around. The pain makes it easy to forget any potential humiliation, though. “I can see I was right to be worried.” You say as you study him, your lips pressed in a thin line.
“How did you-” Bigby chokes out.
“You were a bit louder than normal,” you respond easily. You’re looking at him with a scrutinizing gaze, as if you’re able to see straight through him. Bigby feels strangely exposed. “And your footsteps were… uneven.”
That’s it? Bigby thinks to himself. While he doesn’t utter the question, the sentiment must be clear on his face.
“I just knew something was wrong, okay?” You say defensively. You take a step forward and look him up and down, evidently concerned for his wellbeing. Bigby wants to remark that he’s suffered worse, but he knows that wouldn’t reassure you.
“Well, I’m fine,” Bigby remembers to say moments later. It’s getting a bit hard to breathe around his bruised ribs and he has to put conscious effort towards inhaling slowly.
You don’t seem to believe him for a moment. “You sound like a broken record,” you huff, rolling your eyes. “Come on.” You act as if you own the place, pacing past the entryway and moving towards the bathroom. Bigby watches you for several moments, before giving in with a sigh and pushing himself off the armchair. Every small movement sends pain shooting through him. He takes an uneasy step forward and stumbles, but Colin wordlessly pushes against his left leg and corrects his balance before he can fall. Bigby murmurs a word of thanks and heads to the bathroom.
When he finally makes it to his far too-small bathroom, you’re waiting for him. You gesture for him to sit on the toilet seat, which he does after a moment of hesitation. You have a damp cloth in hand and, once he sits, you’re washing the blood and dirt from his face with a gentle touch. Bigby flinches at how cold the water is, and you murmur a quick apology before continuing.
There is silence for far too long. You’re intently focused on his skin beneath the cloth, making sweeping gestures with infinite care. Bigby wants to reassure you that you don’t have to be so careful, that he’s used to cruelty and maleficent gazes and bloodied knuckles. But the words feel caught in his throat. This compassion is so foreign to him; he can’t help but instinctively wonder if there’s something you’re getting out of this.
Eventually, you finish with his face and begin cleaning his forearms. You push up his sleeves, wiping away the blood before staring at him with an unreadable expression. When you break the silence, Bigby notices that you’re suddenly averting your gaze. “You may need to… take off your shirt.”
Bigby stares at you for a moment, before comprehending the question. “Right,” he mutters, moving to unbutton his shirt with trembling hands. You don’t comment on how long the effort takes him, but Bigby does hear the stifled intake of breath that escapes your lips as your eyes rove up and down his torso. He looks down, finding the gaping wound at his side that you can’t seem to look away from.
You almost look sick to your stomach. But Bigby knows it can’t be from the grotesque nature of his wound—he knows you’ve seen your fair share of blood and violence. You live in the Fables, after all. Violence is an everyday occurrence. The wolf watches as you take a slow breath, as if to steady yourself, before grabbing the cloth and bending down to dab at the wound. Your equilibrium seems to be off, as you lurch forward with the movement. Bigby steadies you with a hand on your shoulder and you place your free hand on his side to steady yourself. He promptly ignores the heat that spreads across his skin at the casual touch.
A seemingly endless time later, you lean back and Bigby can breathe again. You assess his wound once more, eyebrows furrowing. “Do you have bandages?” Bigby shakes his head imperceptibly. You seem to be expecting that answer, as you sigh exasperatedly. “I’ll be right back.”
In the blink of an eye, you’re standing in front of him once more—holding a nondescript tube of ointment and a roll of bandages. At his questioning look, you explain that the ointment will prevent infection; you then apply a small amount on his wound, before placing the bandage on his skin and slowly wrapping it around his chest. Bigby remains silent the entire time, at a loss for words. Admittedly, this feels like a dream. He wouldn’t be surprised if he woke in a few minutes, staring up at the ceiling from his armchair in his bloodstained clothes.
But this is no dream. Your touch is all too real. Bigby feels as if his skin is doused in flames. Time seems to drag on with unrushed lethargy, trapping him in this horrible, incredible feeling. You step away too soon and too late.
“Sorry, I’m afraid that’s the best I can do,” you say with a frown. Bigby looks down at the bandage. His gaze returns to you. This is more than anyone has ever done for him. He has never been treated so delicately before. The warmth of your skin still lingers and Bigby thinks he wants it back. Your eyes are bright in the dim lighting of his bathroom and the realization comes crashing down on him. He thinks he wouldn’t mind if every day were to go like this, if he could return home to you every day. Indulgently, selfishly, he wants to drown in this very moment.
Bigby doesn’t know how it happens. One moment, you’re breathing a question he never imagined he would hear—not even in his wildest dreams. The next, he’s tugging you closer by the collar and kissing you. You lurch forward and place a hand on his shoulder to steady yourself. Bigby pulls you impossibly closer, relishing in the surprised sound that wrenches its way out of your throat. Your fingers run through his hair and goosebumps prickle along his forearms.
“I’m still here,” Colin announces from the living room. The moment is immediately broken, and Bigby regretfully lets his hands fall from your face. Your hands slip from the nape of his neck and the wolf feels a shiver roll down his spine. You’re staring at him again.
“I should get you some clothes,” you then announce, stepping out of the bathroom. He hears you pacing around the apartment until you find his closet; you return moments later with a shirt and sweatpants in hand. Admittedly, Bigby hasn’t worn that pair of sweatpants in years—he forgot he owned them. You then close the door and leave him to change. The effort isn’t painless, but within a few minutes, he’s in infinitely more comfortable clothing. Bigby gets to his feet and opens the door, walking out to the living room.
You look over from where you’d been speaking to Colin. “Now you should rest,” you order, walking towards him. “Let me get you to bed.” You place a reassuring hand on his shoulder and start looking around the space.
A maelstrom of unsavory emotions hits him all at once. “I don’t have a bed.” Bigby blurts out within moments. Your gaze snaps to him and your eyes are blown wide.
“What?” You exclaim. “You don’t have a bed?” You then look to Colin for assistance, as if waiting for him to disagree. Colin makes a gesture similar to a shrug. Bigby tries to explain that he simply never needed one, but he fears it’s too late—your eyes are already gleaming with resolve. “Then you’re coming downstairs with me.” You assert, taking a few steps towards the front door before turning back around. “It was nice talking to you, Colin.” You say with a small smile.
“See you,” Colin murmurs, sending Bigby an unreadable look when you turn your back. Bigby just shrugs and follows after you, knowing there’s no point in arguing. This is not a debate he would win and, frankly, he’s too tired to refuse the offer of a soft mattress. The wolf closes his apartment door and heads down the hallway after you. Now that his adrenaline has died down, he feels his exhaustion setting in. When the two of you make it to the elevator, Bigby grasps at the railings and closes his eyes.
“Almost there,” you say, breaking him from his thoughts. Somehow, the elevator is on the first floor already. The wolf takes a deep breath and manages to summon enough energy to make it to your door. You unlock it quickly and push it open. From there, you guide him to your bed. Bigby doesn’t have the awareness to think anything of sleeping in your bed at the present moment, but he’s sure it’ll dominate his thoughts in the morning.
He reclines in your bed and is abruptly thrown back into the past, into a different bed in a cabin in the woods and a different identity—
“Rest,” you remark, breaking him out of his thoughts. You step back and, for a fraction of a moment, Bigby thinks you’re leaving. But you simply walk around to the other side of the bed and turn on the small deskside lamp, grabbing a book from the nightstand. “I’ll be here.”
The knowledge that you’re watching over him makes him feel… cared for; valued; appreciated; and seen for who he truly is. Bigby takes a shuddering breath, pretending his heart isn’t racing out of his chest. He feels incredibly vulnerable. His throat is burning with unshed tears. A small part of him still fundamentally distrusts your kindness, no matter how much of it you have shown him. That small part of him beckons him back to the shadows, proclaiming that no one will ever love him, that he isn’t worth loving. As if sensing his spiraling thoughts, you reach out and clasp his hand. “It’s alright.” You speak with such certainty that Bigby finds himself instantaneously relaxing, his shoulders loosening as he practically sinks into the mattress. For the first time, he wholeheartedly believes that maybe, just maybe, everything will actually be alright.
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busy thinking abt T4T werewolf + vampire boyfriends…
werewolf boyfriend who brings his mate fresh prey every day and carefully cooks the best parts into stews and pies when his mate gets sick.
vampire boyfriend who makes sure that he and his boyfriend takes their allergy meds before they go out to eat garlicky food because they’re both garlic-intolerant and often forget and get upset stomachs afterwards.
werewolf boyfriend who carefully trims his fur around his top surgery scars after every big shift so they’re more visible.
vampire boyfriend who cooks lovely meals for his boyfriend and gratefully drinks his blood afterwards in exchange.
Werewolf boyfriend who gently wraps himself around his mate when he’s recovering from top surgery, propping him up while he rests, bringing him his favorite prey and foods so he heals well. Werewolf boyfriend who makes sure to provide him with plenty of blood-infused drinks and soft foods to help him gain his energy, bringing him medicine and covering him in soft pelts to keep him warm.
Werewolf boyfriend who keeps his mate entertained with tales of old hunts and stories his pack told him, reading his mate’s favorite poetry out loud for hours and quietly howling lullabies until he falls asleep in his fluffy embrace.
Werewolf boyfriend who helps his boyfriend settle into bed and makes sure he doesn’t stay up all night, knowing he would probably be too stubborn to rest when he could be doing so many other things, like rereading that book he loved, or painting, or playing the piano late into the night or lurking around the abandoned church with his fellow bat companions who lived there.
Werewolf boyfriend who sleeps next to his mate, careful to watch his drains and not touch his binder, even though he wants nothing more than to hold his mate safe and tight in his arms as they fall asleep. werewolf boyfriend who makes sure every single one of his mate’s plushies are accounted for and goes hunting around the house for them when one goes missing because he knows his mate misses being able to turn into a bat and resting with his other bat companions and his many plushies make him feel better when he can’t join the other bats. (All the other bats, who are just normal bats not vampires, patiently wait for him to join them when he feels strong enough to shapeshift again to join their colony. For now they wait in the rafters of the manor for him.)
vampire boyfriend who takes care of his big strong boyfriend as he recovers from his top surgery, surrounding him in pillows and silky sheets, making sure he rests and takes things slow because he’s not used to letting himself be taken care of this way.
Vampire boyfriend who meticulously records his boyfriend’s drains, emptying the ampules and saving the blood for later. Taking care of his boyfriend can be a bit tiring and while he wants nothing more than to be there for him, he tends to forget to feed himself, and his boyfriend agrees that there’s no reason for all that blood to go to waste.
Vampire boyfriend who carefully wraps his boyfriend’s painkillers in lumps of cheese and venison to help it go down easier.
Vampire boyfriend who brings his boyfriend new books to read to him and playing his favorite songs on the old piano and letting the melodies echo through their manor, helping his boyfriend out of bed and into the garden so he can feel grass under his paws again and feel wind in his fur.
Vampire boyfriend who gently scratches his boyfriend’s back and behind his ears where he can’t reach. Vampire boyfriend who turns into a bat and rests on his boyfriend’s forehead, giving him little tiny bat kisses on the bridge of his snout as they fall asleep together.
#werewolf#vampire#t4t mlm#t4t sfw#drabble#monster fucker#monster lover#terato#monster boyfriend#transgender#ftm#transmasc#trans writing#lycan#monster#werewolf boyfriend#vampire boyfriend#my writing#oc: emil#oc: wolf#werewolf fluff#top surgery art#top surgery writing#vampire fucker#vampire fluff#monster imagine#my barks#bloodlust boyfriends
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