bury me till I confess

They call it a "freak bot," but it's name is "Licker," and it is intended for various uses such as elderly care, therapeutic rehabilitation for swallowing disorders, and emotional bonding.

Dark Sun Gwyndolin! Traditional Ink

With VERY few (and well-known) exceptions, wolfdog breeders produce their animals using only three domestic breeds: Huskies, malamutes, and German shepherds (and often mixes thereof). These canines are already rather lupine in appearance (which is why they are also a favorite amongst misreppers), and lend themselves well to the creation of an animal that is literally defined by its wolflike characteristics. Even so, a few oddball wolfdogs do exist out there, and most are well-documented in the wolfdog community given their uncommon nature, and the novelty of their appearances.Crossing a wolfdog with a breed like wolfhound or Dalmatian would still make the resulting offspring a wolfdog, assuming that they exhibit physical, biological, and behavioral wolf attributes. Here are some examples of strange wolfdog mixes:

The strange little pups above are (I shit you not) F1 wolf/Jack Russel terrier mixes. They were bred outside the USA (though I forget their country of origin now) as an accidental pairing between a captive-raised wolf and the wolf owner’s pet terrier. The two animals were raised together, but it was assumed that due to their size and behavioral differences, that they would never produce offspring. Oops. 

Next is everyone’s favorite oddball pup, Horton, a low-content Irish wolfhound/wolfdog mix saved from a hoarder in Canada. The hoarder housed several wolfdogs with her wolfhounds and allowed them to breed unchecked. Horton here still clearly exhibits some wolflike characteristics despite his unique heritage. 

Then there’s this strange-looking critter, who I believe was also part of a rescue situation. His father was a Labrador, and his mother is the white wolf pictured in the background. 

Similar to the situation above, this lovely pupper came from a high-content female who was pregnant at the time of her rescue. No one was sure what her pups would look like, but since the person she was confiscated from had other wolfdogs in the pen with her, they assumed that her offspring would be classic wolfdogs, as well. After the pups were born, it became suddenly apparent that this was not the case. The rescuers did some digging and found that the previous owner also had several bully breed mixes (claimed pit bulls) on the property. One of them is evidently the real father. 

I’m sure everyone also knows about the F1 wolf/poodle litter created as part of a German experiment on domestication. Many people don’t know that there is also an F2 litter from these same animals, created when the F1 were bred back to another poodle to make F2 25% mixes:

ngl i've been mulling over this prompt since you sent it (apparently a month ago) and i can't get it out of my head so!!! here we go.

The slow music, playing on the speakers of a cantina on Alderaan. The drink that was purchased to settle Azimuth Taro's nerves warmed in her hand. Webbed fingers tapped a rapid rhythm against the counter until the bartender shooed her away to find a quiet table in one of the cantina's private rooms.

This bizarre, tenuous agreement between Jedi and Sith always left the nautolan on edge. In truth, she didn't like it and would rather wrestle a krayt dragon in the nude. But information was a weapon she could utilize, one that well suited her arsenal. She could sacrifice dignity for information.

"What's wrong, pet? You look agitated."

Voice smoother than silk, honeyed, ambrosial. It made Azimuth jump.

Lord Hauntis, Twi'lek sith lord, and a very unfortunate source of good information. Azimuth scrambled to her feet, the feet of the chair scraping against the floor in her hurry.

How such a delicate looking thing could be so dangerous was always a marvel. The black cloak hid most of Va'rika's pale pink skin, nearly translucent with the black veins running across like veining in marble. "Lord Hauntis," Azimuth's greeting was as steady and monotone as she could manage, in spite of the other's fingers already tracing light shapes against her bes'kargam. "You wished to meet."

"I did!" she beamed with all the cheeriness of a child making a new playground friend. She reached up to the fastening of her cloak, leisurely undoing the buttons. "I had something to show you, my darling Jedi. I think you'll like it."

Azimuth's brow furrowed, eyes darting between her face and the cloak slowly giving way... before whipping her head so fast to the side, her head tresses slapped them both.

(If Hauntis were not the cause of this, Azimuth would have apologized. But such was not the case.)

"Lord Hauntis," Azimuth repeated, voice now most certainly cracking. "What is the meaning of this course of action!"

"You don't like it?" She pouted, mock disappointment.

"My enjoyment is not the point; it is your behavior and dress that is inappropriate!"

Out of the corner of her eyes, Azimuth could see it. Two new sparkling rings decorating the rosy nipples now perking and hardening in the cool air. Fabric lighter than air hanging from the rings, so sheer that Azimuth was not sure it could be considered fabric. And it was all getting closer.

HE GOT BEHIND THE BOOKCASE DESPITE MY ATTELPTS TO LIZARDPROOF

FUCIKING HOW

his food motivation will be his downfall alhumdillah

I VERY briefly entertained the idea of trying to keep my art of them as chronological as possible but if I can't draw them being gay and handsy together until I get like three more comics done I will die