#domestic wolf

[satthirasstrikes]

Mindtober 2022, Day 5 - Trap

Feeling trapped can bear several meanings, and not just a mechanism to ensnare and cause harm. For some this can be a physical place where we willingly go to survive, or a state of mind that plagues us. For some, home itself is a trap.

Vögel is a wolf that was raised as a dog, therefore his environment does not suit the requirements he needs for a healthy upbringing. He commonly attacks the other dogs in the group, and is often crated for long hours as “punishment”. Internally he blames himself for being born different, which is an illusion that is finally shattered once Maverick exposes him to the truth.

[theinfamouscoyote]

Look at these sweet doggies <3

[shark-sslime]

In the server somecreature asked how everyone felt on a scale of domestic to feral, which prompted me to make this!:

For me (wolfdog), im about here:

It was kind of hard to decide where to put the dot at because part of me is actually completely wild (wolf) and part of me is domestic (dog) but I feel like I lived in the woods, away from people which would be feral.

Anyway, lets see where you guys fall!

Please tag it under #tamenesstriangle so theyre easy for others to find :) (i really hope tameness triangle isnt some weird term for something)

[beardless-bearded-vulture]

Maybe the coolest exhibit at the natural history museum in Bern is the one about Saint-Bernard dogs, and more specifically, the Swiss icon Barry!

Barry is known for having saved 40 people as a rescue dog in the Swiss Alps between 1800 and 1812. He died in 1814 and his body was given to a taxidermist to preserve. The museum had him remounted in 1923, because he didn't really look like he did in life and the museum director thought the dog deserved better. This is what he looked like before:

They no longer needed to use the actual skull for the mount, so now it's on display! They also have a wolf skull (left) and a modern day Saint-Bernard skull (right) to show how much the breed has changed.

There is also a taxidermied modern day Saint-Bernard, a ten year old male that was donated to the museum after he died of natural causes:

Marc Nussbaumer has written the book "Barry vom Grossen St. Bernhard" about the process of restoring Barry, the history and development of the Saint-Bernard, and also the history of the region the breed comes from and their use as working dogs. It's only available in German, but it has a bunch of old art and pictures so it's also nice just to flip through it to look at those. I bought the book at the museum but it can be bought online, though the shipping can get very expensive 🥲

[kurozawa46]

A very Stucky holiday season ☆ ⋆｡°✩ ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎ

[punkbarnes2]

Feliz dia das mães 💕 / Happy Mother's Day . Sunday was Mother's day here in Brazil and in some others places out there, so, much joy for y'all (and your mommies) I made this art of Sarah and Winnie, because i feel like we deserved to see more of them 💕

[engie-the-profit]

and finally infinites 91-100. technically the thing ended on day 97, as thats when the dlc came out, but i had a few requests left over so i extended it a bit to be able to finish them up. another perfect streak of daily drawings (applaud now) :)

part 1 part 9

[artthatremindsmeofhannibalnbc]

Andrew Wyeth, Tenant Farmer, 1961 Tempura

[sorrowfulrosebud]

❤︎︎ Katsuki and his pups

❤︎︎ Katsuki takes his pups to the pumpkin patch

❤︎︎ Puppy Profiles

❤︎︎ Keiko Bakugou

❤︎︎ More Keiko

❤︎︎ Reader Lore

❤︎︎ Mama’s pups

❤︎︎ Pups with a hurt mama

[bibbityboppitybillyharvgrove]

Rainy Days- B.Barnes

Summary: A rainy Monday spent between Bucky, his lover and Alpine.

Parings: Bucky x Fem!Reader, very brief mentions of Steve and Sam

Fic Warnings: Use of Y/N(only once), Fem!reader, soft!Bucky, Bucky dog-ears book pages, mention of the book A Little Life.

Author’s Note: There is dog-ear slander in this fic, I personally hate dog-earing book pages so it’s in here. Feedback is always welcomed and my asks are open if you want to ask me any questions. I am not taking requests at this time but I will definitely post if I ever open them.

My full Masterlist

Hope you enjoy! :)

Word Count: 970

gif not mine

It was an early autumn morning on a mundane Monday in Brooklyn. Rush hour was just starting, the sounds of the cars passing by the apartment window as well as the gentle patter of the rain were relaxing. She didn’t want to get out of bed. It was warm, the mood was just right and she was wrapped in the arms of the man she loved. Bucky was still fast asleep beside her, mumbling incoherent phrases in his slumber, sometimes catching a few words that did make sense which made her quietly giggle. 

She knew that once his nose twitched, he was starting to wake. Letting out a soft hum, he pulled his lover closer to his chest and sighed contently once feeling the weight of her head close to his heart. He was awake but was refusing to open his eyes, clinging to sleep, hoping he could find his way back to dreamland. Of course that got interrupted by the incessant meowing at the foot of their warm and cozy bed. The couple broke out of their bubble in a fit of sleepy laughter.

“Poor girl, you feelin’ left out, Alpine?” Bucky chuckled, finally opening his eyes. He had opened his free hand out to the white ball of fur, who greedily started rubbing her head on his palm. Alpine had waltzed her way up the bed and planted herself right on his chest, her tail smacking Y/N in the face as it flitted around happily. Bucky let out another sleepy chuckle when he noticed that his girl was getting assaulted by the cat’s tail. “You’re smacking your mama in the face, come here,” He patted his empty shoulder which Alpine quickly and happily took over. Now it was Bucky getting smacked in the face with her tail but he didn’t seem to mind.

“Good morning, handsome,” She smiled up at him, her voice just as tired as his was.

“Good morning, gorgeous. You okay with staying in bed all day?” Before she could answer, he kissed her lips lovingly, not caring about morning breath, just her.

“Wouldn’t dream of anything else.” Alpine let out a loud meow in protest, obviously hungry. “Maybe after we feed this little gremlin,” She laughed softly before sitting up and slowly getting out of bed. As she left their bedroom, Alpine jumped right down and followed her out, Bucky sighing softly once more. He was thanking whoever sent this woman into his life. 

When she reentered the room, he took in her appearance. Her hair disheveled, the mascara that refused to come off now smudged under her eyes, her eyes bleary and still very much sleepy and her body practically drowning in his blue t-shirt. In her hands she held two cups of coffee, hers was in a mug with his face on it, which Steve had gotten her as a joke but now it was her favorite and his was in a mug with Sam’s EXO-7 wings on it, which Sam had given him as a housewarming gift, he would never admit it but it was his favorite mug.

He grunted as he sat up in bed, accepting the cup of coffee gratefully and pulling her back into his arms once she was sat down on the bed again. The two of them enjoyed the silence for a while, just listening to the rain and the cars passing by. Bucky started a quiet conversation that spiraled, the two of them talking for hours in bed, just enjoying each other’s company. Traffic was long gone, the rain coming to an end, their coffee cups empty, the music that Bucky turned on playing softly in the back. Of course it was 40s music because the man refused to listen to anything else, his guilty pleasure was Harry Styles but he never told a soul about that one.

“You wanna pick up where we left off last night?” Bucky asked her.

“Where were we?” She asked back. 

He pulled the book from his nightstand, a gently used copy of A Little Life by Hanya Yanagihara, and opened it to the page that held the bookmark. It was a bookmark that she had made for him when she learned about his horrible habit of dog-earing pages, the design simple but it was the thought she put behind it, the color she chose the same blue as his eyes; a daffodil pressed into the paper under the laminate, his birth flower which he had learned once it was gifted to him; and the handwritten words ‘I love you, James Barnes’ sat neatly on the bottom of the bookmark. Every time he saw it, he smiled.

“Looks like we left off with going into a little bit of Jude’s backstory. You ready?” When she nodded, he began reading aloud. Smiling even wider when she nestled herself under his vibranium arm, her head resting on his chest, right above his heart, her arms finding themselves around his waist. As they read on, the rain picked up again but they didn’t seem to notice. It felt like it was just the two of them in the whole world and of course Alpine. The further Bucky got into the book, the less he noticed around him, when he finally looked away from the page, he saw that she had fallen asleep again. Soft snores falling from her slightly parted lips, her arms hanging loosely around his waist, the neckline of her(his) shirt shifted to the right and there was nothing more perfect to him than this, than the love of his life fast asleep in his arms, dreaming of their future together. It didn’t take him long to follow after her, quickly finding himself in a peaceful slumber that he only seems to get with her in his arms.

[barkvsbite]

Also, im sorry moots for abandoning you here is a treat 😭

[onewolfaday]

May I request a drawing of Romeo the wolf please,, he is such a good boy and I would love to see him in your style! ;u;

203. based on this photo. never forget that wolves are much Much bigger than dogs!

[oxceen]

sometimes I forget that stuff like play-biting, play-fighting and rubbing the side of my head on someone's shoulder isn't a human thing bc it just comes so naturally to me

Like, if I try to play-bite one of my friends (my friends know I'm alterhuman) they immediately yank their hand away and then I just stand there like 'what?' and then after a few seconds im like 'oh crap play-biting isnt a thing-'

[oldgirl-shoutinginthevoid]

Some concepts and fanarts of my own Muerte X Reader fanfic Limbo!

And also, some bad funny sketchs of simp and shit

[toastybugguy]

sciles is the “you came” “you called” romance trope except it’s both of them all of the time, and no that doesn’t make me emotional at all it’s fine I’m totally normal about them don’t look at me

[backwoodsbarking]

guys its actually warm enough for me to maybe go outside n mess around n howl n do quads (if im feeling better i am sick after all)