#beastfolk

[possumcollege]

Mare Insularum is a Crittertongue short story first appearing in the 6th edition of the horror anthology comic, Hallowzine.

[crittertongue]

Crittertongue no.62 Vive La Francis

[vanillayoteart]

Minossa

Character design! A long since finished com from 1/6/26 for redfearnmatt.bsky.social

[vateo]

mornings rise artfight revenge for Hatwolf 💖

[lobatus]

Not all cultures in my worldbuilding project are human or human in origin. A variety of beastfolk, animals uplifted through various magical means, exist.

Here are some talking bears, native to the island of Gliozep, the largest landmass in the Great Archipelago Vereias. Generally they are organized into matriarchal warrior clans, kingdoms and monastic orders.

Crafty, strong, prideful, Ursines generally prefer their independence and don't often get along well with other beastfolk or humans. These five dominions are part of the Great Coalition however, having joined the pact when when it was being formed in resistance to the rising threat of the Iron Horde, some hundred years ago.

Since then the threat has been long defeated and the dominions have stayed in the coalition. Tensions are mounting however, giant talking bears are not always the easiest to get along with and fractures are slowly splitting up the coalition into various camps. Unfortunately right around the time as new threats are emerging all around them, in the east the New Kingdom is expanding its territory and in the west the Hiemenians, who have recently discovered the Great Archipelago, have tried to establish their first outposts where they can.

[zenzenzence]

With You, Our Love Will Make It Through - Episode 02

[monstrouslyobsessed]

Concept beastfolk idea: Buff, intimidating wolf who's super sweet and always smiling. He was in a secret relationship with afab reader during the Zoo era but got caught by reader's strict parents and was sent to the Zoo. A few years past and the Zoo breakout happens. Wolf tracks down reader but is no longer the same kindhearted beast she once knew him as thanks to his cruel prison. Especially after learning that he paid her parents a "special visit" before finding her.

Sorry if this is a lot and over detailed! I was really interested in the concept of the zoo era/early breakout years and wanted to know how it would affect couples in a Romeo and Juliet situation.

note: -slams this down after many months of absence and runs the fuck away-

→summary: once, he was sweet. now, he wasn’t, looming above you with eyes you thought were so gentle—now burning with something else entirely. →rating: T (to be safe) →pairing: fangedfolk (lycas) / gn!reader  →warnings / tags: mentions of forced institutionalization / institutional abuse, implied parental abuse, past mentions of abduction, implied kidnapping, multiple deaths mentioned, implied traumas, segregation, strict upbringing, fictional slur is used, noncon kissing / licking, cliffhanger, reader got shit parents →word count: 2k, unedited minors dni.

—this is part of my beastfolk universe! minors dni, this is an unhealthy relationship.  post-break out, after the beastfolks and humankind reached to an agreement but the uneasy tensions still remain.

image source | link —all rights reserved to @monstrouslyobsessed​

It was a quiet morning, the security high on alert as usual around campus, rifles tapping against their shoulders and batons resting against their thighs—a normal sight these recent days. You reined in the urge to let out a heavy sigh, your pen rolling over your knuckles as you tried to focus on the professor’s lecture. You’d managed to jot down a few notes for the upcoming exam, but your mind kept drifting back to the old aches you’d tried to bury countless times before. With a wince, you left a long stray mark at the end of your latest scribble.

Lately, you were…antsy.

A sense of foreboding, maybe—just like that night your piss poor excuse of a mother had you shipped off to some boarding school for your final year at high school, snatching you in the middle of the night so you wouldn’t run away to warn your—

You shook your head and pressed your palm to your forehead, forcing yourself to write something.

Anything.

Somehow, you’d written down a few exact lines the professor had said—completely useless for your notes. Fuck.

You dropped your hand to the cool surface of the row table. You’d have to ask a classmate for theirs later.

Once again, your thumb dug into the sharp edge of the fang on your bracelet, the blue stone beads doing little to cool the anxiety in your chest.

Something was wrong…

And you didn’t know if you wanted to break the no-contact vow you’d placed on yourself to check in on your parents. You’d abandoned them the moment they’d abandoned you—all because of your choice in a partner.

Whatever had happened since…well, with your grip tightening around the dangling fang from your long-lost boyfriend, you figured they already got what they deserved.

You still remember that day, dragged away in tears, voice cracking from endless pleas to just leave him and his family be. You’d begged, promised to obey, to be their sweet, obedient child again. Yet, instead, they made enemies out of many hiding behind the walls. Last you heard, they’d been targeted and harassed, and mostly by your own kind, no less, and had to move twice to escape the consequences of their so-called ‘good Samaritans’ deeds.

Your love for them died the same day they tore yours from your reach.

The hatred in your heart still burned, that you’d simply walked away from your parents after graduation with nothing but the clothes on your back, but you kept trying to live on. Always searching for that familiar pair of piercing blue eyes, always adding one more letter to the unsent pile, hoping that one day, you and he would find each other again and he’d read everything you’d written about your everyday life. It was what he would’ve wanted for you, after all.

Despite your self-convictions though, that dreary feeling kept sinking into your bones.

Maybe it was just jitters from the recent news—beastfolk and humankind agitating each other, crime rates rising at an uneven pace. You hated living in the segregated zone, suffocated by rules and restrictions. It reminded you too much of that hellish year at that boarding school.

Slumping your shoulders, you reached into your usual pocket for your keys, your thoughts wandered to your boyfriend’s mom’s cooking. You loved her savory soups—she’d always made you feel at home, like one of her cubs. You used to feel so envious of your boyfriend for having such a wonderful mother, especially when yours offered only strictness and disappointment, constantly measuring you against her impossible expectations. His mom was the one who made you realize just how much your own parents, quite frankly, sucked.

“…Damn,” you murmured, leaning your shoulder against the front door, regret coloring your voice, “I hope they’re all okay. I don’t think I’ve even smiled once since…”

Metal clicked against metal as you slid your key into the lock and turned it, blissfully oblivious to your surroundings.

If you had, then perhaps you’d notice a tall, hulking figure on the street corner watching your every move.

Once inside the empty apartment, you switched the lights on and absently greeted your pet on the way to the refrigerator to grab some leftovers for dinner. You hadn’t noticed your pet’s keen interest in the door you’d just locked a moment before. Too exhausted to care, you deposited your things and proceeded to your usual nightly routine.

That night was nothing out of the ordinary for you.

Sprawling out in your bed, surrounded by comfortable sheets and soft pillows, you had little left to do but to fall asleep and dream of happier times.

Yet sleep eluded you.

Seconds turned to minutes, and minutes became hours, before finally, your eyes grew heavy enough—

Loud poundings from the front door startled you, and with an angry groan, you all but stomped your way to yell at the ones responsible for disrupting your much-needed sleep. It was your ingrained “stranger danger” upbringing that stopped you from flinging open your door, and you peered through the peephole.

“…Policemen?” you blinked.

One of them was about to pound your door again when you unlocked it and glanced at them warily through the crack. Tensions had your muscles tight, as you murmured, “Can I help you gentlemen?”

“—?” One said your full name.

Your frown deepened, “…Yes?”

The other sighed and readjusted his hat. “We have some news for you.”

Your blood ran cold.

Dead.

Your parents were found dead.

They didn’t say a whole lot, sparing details to quiet your unneeded guilt, but enough so that you knew they died a gristly death—at the hands of some ‘gutterjaw’*, they said—right inside their own home.

Good riddance, you wanted to say, barely masking your grimace at the slur being used in front of you, but crumbs of mixed feelings lingered.

“…Fuck,” you mumbled into your hot mug, your hands not even feeling the radiating heat from the ceramic. The dark liquid within hadn’t stopped rippling from your shaky grips, yet numbness dulled your senses to realize your state of being. The policemen gave you their sympathies and left after an hour, leaving you to process and digest the information they delivered.

You were alone, with your lights dimmed in your kitchen, with your jumbled thoughts.

Your pet nudged you, confused by your emotions, their wide gaze piercing through your soul. Was it worried about you, or was it asking for its early breakfast? You weren’t sure, but didn’t care. Whatever it was, it was at least a distraction.

“…you hungry?” you mumbled tiredly.

Idly, once the kibbles scattered noisily into its bowl, you patted its head and slumped, how much its eyes reminded you of your missing boyfriend. Selfishly and yearningly craving some company, you’d adopted this little creature specifically because of its eyes. The fang that dangled from your wrist had never felt so heavy.

Your parents were gone.

There is no one left in your life now.

Thick tears cascaded down your cheeks, and for the first time in your life, you had no more anchor to ground you.

You couldn’t live out of pure spite anymore.

Sobs came like thunder, and the floor felt like ice on your skin.

“—, wake up.”

You wrinkled your nose, confused at why you were hearing both your pet’s confused noises and a husky deep voice. It was somehow nostalgic, yet unfamiliar. With a groan, you mumbled and pushed yourself up from your curled position, palms pressing against the tiled floor. When your bleary eyes flickered open, you yelped in shock and scuttled backward at the sight before you.

A hooded…man? His face was concealed in deep shadow, leaving only his wet nose and elongated muzzle with thinned lips visible. He crouched low to the floor, absently doting on your traitorous pet with soft strokes along its face, using his gloved claws.

What the fuck?

Gaping at this intruder in a wordless stupor, your mind scrambled to process his identity.

There were twin bulges against the hood where his ears would be, and his feet looked oddly crooked, wearing inappropriately large human shoes. His fluffy tail swished along the floor like a fan of feathers—

A fangedfolk!?

“W—why are you in my apartment!?” you yelped, scrambling back until your spine smacked hard into a chair.

His glowing gaze shifted slowly onto yours, and your chest thumped at how eerily familiar they were. Your stomach dropped upon his dangerous grin, his black lips pulling apart to reveal pearlescent, jagged teeth. His tail waved slowly, its many colors painting a happier memory behind his large figure, as he released a slow chuckle—voice oddly hoarse, as if he had aged decades…

You trembled, crawling toward his smile, and uttered one name you’d wanted to say for years: “L, Lycas? M, my Lycas?”

As if giving him the confirmation he needed, the smile grew manically.

He grasped your chin, the claws feeling like razors against your skin, and your fingertips brushed across the furs on his snout, still weakly chanting his name. Then his voice dropped to a dangerous level as if in warning:

“Do not scream, my love.”

As your blood ran cold, he gave you no opportunity to defy his threat. You sputtered—and then, he was on you, biting at your mouth before forcing his tongue inside. It wasn’t a kiss. It was a conquest, all teeth and panting fury. You clawed into his shoulders, your protests muffled, and for the first time ever, you no longer found the sharp fangs on your face thrilling.

Fear.

Since when were you ever afraid of your Lycas? That sweet, loud, endlessly earnest Lycas? The same idiot who howled off-key with his siblings until they made everyone’s ears rang? Who’d nab you onto his back and just run, just to prove he could carry you no matter how far (and your weight meant nothing—even that wouldn’t stop him)? His family, his pack, was his heart, and he’d already accepted you into it with a promise of one day making you its center.

The gentle boy who would trip over his own paws trying to make you laugh now had you frozen in fear.

This was not your Lycas you knew. This wasn’t him. It couldn’t be him.

He never held you like this, like an object he wanted to break into thousands of pieces. Before, you were like fine glass, something beautiful that only deserves gentle touches and slow kisses. Now, anger trembled his grip.

You choked on his tongue, your lungs screaming for oxygen and your feeble pushing did nothing to break his kiss, despite your fingers tearing through his polyester jacket. Your moaning protests swelling into his mouth and confused tears beaded into your eyes, slipping into thin rivulets down your cheeks. This had to be an imposter, you tried to convince yourself—but deep inside, you know this was Lycas.

Why would he come back the same?

Your knees buckled and your head spun, you attempted to shove him again—

Finally, he pulled away and his tongue slithered like a snake, saliva glinting along his teeth, and you wheezed into a cough.

You missed the way his tongue swept over his fangs, his eyes darkened in a mixture of fury and possessiveness, as you tried to rasp, “L, Lycas…!”

Faintly, you registered the sharp tips of his claws (since when had he sharpened these? He’s always hated accidentally scratching you or his siblings) tracing down your spine. His voice rumbled, “It’s time to come home. They’re all waiting.”

“Wha—?” Dizziness distorted your vision, then a sharp pinch stabbed through your neck, right where your heartbeat thudded. The world dropped away to a darkening blur.

Your body dropped, staggering bonelessly against him, with his arms wrapping around your vulnerable form with a familiar ease. The last thing you saw was his eerily bright gaze, before the blackness took you.

The last thing you’d heard?

“Pst, pst…wanna come home with us?” Lycas clicked his tongue at your whining pet, voice warming with that same charm you fell in love with, “Always got room for one more four-legged critter…”

Your head slumped against his chest, his heartbeat pounded against your ear, that same, gentle rhythm you’d fall asleep to so many times before. Somewhere inside this stranger, that same kind Lycas you loved, still existed.

The bracelet on your wrist felt a little like a burden now, but a comforting one.

—end...?

*it’s a fictional slur targeting certain types of beastfolks, specifically those with both fangs and claws.

[infiltrate-it]

beastfolk

maybe i’m the only one in this fandom. is it a fandom?