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hello other canines :] i would like to say that . . . barks at you barks at you barks at you barks at you barks at you barks at you barks at you bites you barks at you bites you bites you bites you bites you bites you bites you bar-
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dogmumble · 2 months
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theres nothing better than rubbing my puppycock on something i stg…. just humping and drooling n whining…..
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dogfi · 1 year
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They don’t. They don’t know I’m a dog… (in the middle of school) secret dog… !!
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woofularunit · 7 months
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madoka fan: so anyway in pmmm--
me, internally:
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borderbunny · 2 months
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wow great this app is completelu unusable again. why the fuck is it glitching and skipping every time i yry to click something or tge screen moves. im literally barely able to type this there is such a horrible delay
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jakebark · 5 months
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sleepy wolf
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eviligo · 1 year
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can U even call urself a matt girl if U aren’t overcome with the desire to wring his neck every time he speaks
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What am I doing this friday night? Simple. Im testing to see if this brand of cheap chips is equivalent in taste to a slightly more expensive but also cheap chip. Im thriving. This cost me a single american dollar
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were-puppy · 7 months
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oh no,,, i am,,, very horny from being high,,,
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atlastatlas · 7 months
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I have a question tumblr, why do people bark and meow randomly? Like I used to do it when I went caving with the boys as a kid but that was it lol.
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I GOTS A COLLAR !!!!!!!!!!
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dogmumble · 4 months
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((23 !!! he/it !! gay sub-leaning switch vers!!))
OWNED BY @echoelysian 🔐🐕
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minors or ageless bios will be blocked
WANT TO ANONYMOUSLY PRAISE/DEGRADE ME?https://pleasepraise.me/dogmumbledd
yum: petplay, cnc, breeding, masochism, marking, degradation/praise, freeuse, intox, somno, overstim, anal, edging/denial
yuck: force fem, detrans, heavy gore/wound play, emeto, foot fetish, knifeplay, heavy impact, ABDL, face slapping/hitting is a big no no. obviously actual inc/est and bea/stiality is a fuckin NO.
dont ask for pics don’t call me fem stuff <3
call my parts hole/dick/cock/tdick/cunt
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if i reblog from you, consider it a follow!
bark.txt -> my original posts
chewtoy.txt -> for when im feeling like a dom (dog)
goodboy.txt -> for when im feeling like a sub (dog)
hubby.txt -> posts for my owner
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dogfi · 1 year
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The urge to just be The Dog in my friend groups and it be a normal thing
Like, friend: “Oh! that’s Hound! He’s a dog!” And ppl go “OMG ITS A DOGGY HIII DOGGY!! HI HOUND!!” LIKE ??? AUGH!! I want this to be a normal thing…..
I wish so so so deeply for therians/otherkin to be normalized so we can express ourselves freely and completely openly without hate/cringe culture..
Reblog w/ ur ideal interactions if u want :3 !!
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woofularunit · 10 months
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Canine Furry That Shouts "Bark" Instead Of Actually Barking
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borderbunny · 1 year
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jakebark · 8 months
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<< previous thread | @ask-the-dweets
Jake’s consciousness flitted in and out as he was released, picked up and transported. For the most part, he was a lolling dead weight, unmoving even where he was left on the ground. Even after he roused from his unconscious state, he was unmoving. His eyes opened and warily assessed his surroundings, but that gave him no answers. There were trees. Same as anywhere else in this hellish fog.
He didn’t know how long he lay there, with no way to tell and no way to know how many times he’d drifted back into unconsciousness, before he finally had the strength to move again. His body felt exhausted and sore, his hands still hurting and his wrists feeling raw from the restraints, but it wasn’t the… worst pain ever. Moreso just the stiffness of overworked muscles and joints, than any pain he would expect to linger from the serum. The most noticeable, piercing pain was still in his spine, where he’d been injected. But even that was… tolerable, in a way he almost felt it shouldn’t be.
As he slowly pushed himself onto his elbows, and then his knees, and then, unsteadily, further up, he couldn’t help the cold dread that crept into his heart and up his throat. He had been injected with the blight—with the same thing that turned killers into monsters. Had turned Fancy into… that. But it hadn’t seemed to do anything. He looked down at his shaky hands; the one he had bit down on to break was stained with blood mixed with glistened gold, but that was it. No monstrous claws, no undulating tumors, no glow of vibrant veins beneath his skin. Just… his hands, injured and scarred and a little bloody, but otherwise normal.
He started walking very slowly, aimlessly at first. He thought about going to camp. That would be his best bet, remaining alone until he was snatched up for a trial and hoping death could reset whatever had been done to him… but his thoughts wandered. Grew distracted. They settled on Fancy, on Icarus. His stomach turned; he needed to let Fancy know. He needed to warn them.
The Fog coalescing around him wasn’t an entirely intentional choice. He was still heavily dazed and walking slowly, off-balance and uncertain of his own footsteps, but his focus didn’t need to be where he was walking. The Fog rose up to meet him, consuming before it cleared away again as quickly as it had appeared, and the woods looked no different. Jake knew where he was, and he followed the golden light of the campfire in the distance.
Exhaustion wore at him. The campfire was close enough, but it still felt so damn far. He couldn’t even properly see the clearing yet, and it had nothing to do with the fogginess of his vision. He groaned and paused, leaning against a tree for a moment so that he could get his bearings. Jake started to try and raise his voice to call out to Fancy, or any of them really, but his voice died in his throat. He couldn’t muster up the breath to shout.
“Fuck,” he breathed softly, closing his eyes and resting his head against the cool bark of the tree. Nauseating vertigo hit him and he swayed, grimacing uncomfortably. It was getting harder to keep his balance—and then he lost it entirely, slipping to the ground after a stumbling step, muscles loosening and contracting in all the wrong ways. He was on his hands and knees for a few moments before those gave out too.
An exhausted whine left him, rattling in his throat. His limbs would barely listen to him.
God, he was so close.
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