#AHWW

[unetherian]

Happy birthday to the cradle of our community: Alt Horror Werewolves !

This site was created on November 16, 1992, 32 years ago, if I'm not mistaken.

It was a forum for werewolf fans, whose conversations oriented towards these feelings that we now call theriantropy.

Happy birthday A.H.W.W. !

I highly recommend reading up on the early history of the community, which takes place in this place, it's really interesting!

[burgershapedidiot]

Hey therians of Tumblr! I've not made one of these posts before, but if you have clinical lycanthropy/zoanthropy or just want to support our neurodivergent friends, please block this person!

They commented this (under my comment) under a tiktok post that was saying that you shouldn't demonize these disorders and that they shouldn't be ridiculed for what they can't control.

1. That's not the only thing people say to them. 2. Why are you throwing your fellow people with a disability under the bus?

Idk if I'm overreacting but this was definitely not nice to see from a big creator. Let's not exclude members of our community that have been around since the AHWW days!

[kunavi]

Folks. While I'm on the AHWW archive, I am increasingly inclined to believe that they were describing shifting animal-heartedness, and not much therianthropy.

Read this:

Physical Therianthropy has been defined as the ability to shift from human to animal form and back again. Spiritual Therianthropy, then, is the ability to mentally transform from the normal human mode of thinking and reacting to an animal one. Each one of us identifies with an animal whose characteristics we feel reflect our own. For example, I feel strongly attracted to both the wolf and the cougar... one is a pack animal, truly comfortable only in a group setting, relying on its packmates for everything. The other is a solitary hunter, only meeting others of its kind to mate. I feel that there are aspects of both animals in my psyche.

Spiritual therianthropy means mental shifting? 🤔

Identifying WITH is the point of otherhearted, when theranthropes identify AS, isn't it THE definition? 🤨

Characteristics reflecting our own. Again, it's about relating to the animal. This example looks like it's picking on personality traits, not exact animalistic experiences. Person is extroverted = relating to pack animals. Introverted = relating to solitary animals. Isn't it an otherhearted moment again? When therians are more on the identifying AS the animal, where it's not important - relate you to the species characteristics or or not. You simply ARE, and you can be different from the characteristics. A wolf therianthrope can be introverted, and don't let anyone to put your mind in a box of stereotypes.

So what would you say? The original therian source AHWW is right? Or the history changed to create new aspects?

source

[jadeeyedwere]

A Short Therian History Lesson

Alt.Horror.Werewolves (AHWW)

The therian community began in 1993 on Alt.Horror.Werewolves (AHWW) which is a online werewolf Usenet discussion group formed on November 16, 1992. Over time its original directive changed and became more of an identity discussion board regarding werewolves and other were creatures. This is the first known appearance of "Therians" online.

Were

A term that was created in 1993 used to describe one who believes to be an animal and has experiences as an animal.

Theta-Delta

The most widely known and accepted symbol used to represent Therianthropy. It was created in 2003 by Jakkal, Crinos, Coyote Osborn and many other members of the community on an early version of The Werelist Forums. The intent was to create a universal Therian Symbol for the entirety of the community so paw and hoof symbols were not used for the reason of diversity. It was suggested by Jakkal to mix a triangle, which stood for "change", and a circle which stood for "equals". Crinos put the circle inside the triangle. Therianthrope was derived from the merging of the two greek words Therio (θηρίον) meaning "beast/wild animal/wild beast" and ánthrōpos (ἄνθρωπος) meaning "human being/man" so Coyote Osborne suggested to make it an official greek "theta-delta". Theta Θ, being a T, represented the word "Therian" and Delta Δ representing "change", as in a shift.

[tenebristhequeen]

Dr. Fable pushes his twin sister towards Tenebris with a sneaky mistletoe hanging above them. He runs to safety before Sable could choke him.

@bellevuesanitarium (Twins)

*The Queen blinks upon seeing the scene, feeling her cheeks get a bit redder as Sable is pushed in front of her.

Despite being quite some time since they had seen each other, Tenebris can't help but feel her heart race.

And THEN, she notices the mistletoe, which makes her hair puff out slightly*

Oh- I...Oh da-darling...

*Babbling a little, she finally manages to point a finger towards the mistletoe, taking a step closer to Sable.*

I.. I'll help you pin him somewhere, but let's bot harm him...just use some pillows.. you're good at it after all~

*The Queen then gently cups her face and gives her a kiss as expected by the tradition.

But oh lord her heart can almost be heard from outside for how much it's beating right now.*

[unetherian]

It's very moving to read this kind of speech, to see the points of view of the first members of the community. I feel so many things while reading this...

I hope you've finally forged deep relationships with people who support you for who you are, you deserve it, and you are valid.

this therian post from 1997… i hope ur doing well now AJ i feel ur pain

[burstbub]

If you listen closely you can hear me sobbing

[f00oou4r]

face reveal^^ dont judge2!!2 UwU/j

[st4rsinthenight]

Send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome <3

★aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-/pos★

[unetherian]

And to think that I have been waiting for this moment since my awakening,

HAPPY THERIANTROPY DAY!

This incredible community deserves to have its history remembered!

These unique experiences should be celebrated!

All members of our community must be accepted and loved!

HAPPY THERIANTROPY DAY!

[3ksdee]

ahww but Miss Tuna is so adorable tho what is up with Lloyd🙄

[alinamghart]

Some Fenris explorations.

Fenris and Hawke are the least favorite of my DA pairings, probably because in my canon they are more of a volatile couple. They have great chemistry but, ahww lawd, they are a ticking bomb.

He's still a hot, broody elf, tho.

[sanspuppet]

Hey! I know your hard hours are currently closed but you can take your time on this request I'll be patient hehe but i need YOU to write this because you're lowkey my favourite writer 🤭 but anyway could I request a san smut where y/n gets horny from reading a sex scene from a book 👀 hehe tanku ;))

San x afab!reader

W/T: lot of dirty talk (yay), kind of daddy kink, pet names (sweetheart, baby, kitten), unprotected sex (👎🏻), breeding kink

A/O: ahww thank you anon! i really appreciate it mwah <33 i hope you can like it!

Your legs shut intensely as soon as the novel you’ve been reading comes to an end. Fuck if it was a masterpiece that book, the chemistry between the two lovers caught your attention until the last sentence of the very last page. Less to say it, you almost forgot your own existence reading the scene when the two got finally to make out, they whispered little dirty things to each other ears, groped every part of their bodies, before having the most romantic and wild sex you could have ever experienced. You closed the book, placing it next to your side. Your legs were crossed and your stare lost in thin air.

“What got you so exited, sweetheart?” San was heading towards you, with a slight smirk growing on his face, his dimples popped out of his cheeks.

“W-What? What are you talking ‘bout?” you looked at him sitting next to you on the couch, lips parted because you were still regaining consciousness from the book.

“Look at you, baby” panic and shame flowed through your veins, as he pointed the dark stain on your gray shorts.

Fuck.

“You must have liked that novel so much, am i right?” his left hand rested on your inner thigh, caressing it gently. He wasn’t really expecting a reply, though. “Was the sex scene better than our personal ones, baby?” he enjoyed teasing you for sure.

Actually, you liked very much having sex with him, but at only the thought of him fucking you the way you just read, you were throbbing. Which he immediately noticed because of your light clothes.

“Tell me how should i fuck you, then.” he got close to your ear, his thumb rubbed against your lower lip. “Do it for me, kitten” he planted a kiss on your burning cheeks.

“Grope me San, please” you didn’t want to sound too much desperate, but the timbre of your voice couldn’t lie to him. San quickly picked you up so easily that you seemed weighting just as much as a feather.

He threw you onto the bed, his hands found their ways under you t-shirt. “Yeah i see, you want me to touch your soft skin, leave bruises and hickeys all over it?” San squeezed your tits, capturing your lips in his. “I can’t wait to be inside you, you’re so wet i can see it.” One of his hands went down your body, once he reached your panties, he slided one finger under them, rubbing it against your sobbing cunt. Pathetic mumbles left your mouth, your nails were already scratching his back.

“I need this pussy so bad, i wanna give you my babies and stuff you full.” The innocence in his voice was (to say the least) out of tune with the actual meaning of his words. San didn’t hesitate much to drag down your lower-half clothes and shove two fingers inside your sloppy hole.

“Fuck! San!” you breathed out, moaning at the feeling of his fingertips swirling inside your pussy. He spanked your hip harshly with his free hand. “You know how to call me”

He left a hickey on your pelvis. “Say you love me, baby” he kept biting on your skin, as he prepared your cunt to take his big cock, pumping in you with his fingers first. “Say you want me to be filled up by my cum.”

“Y-yes daddy, i want that. Want it so bad” you kind of hated how pathetic and needy you sounded, but oh fuck if he knew how to foreplay.

“Good girl. You’re stretched enough, ready to take it?” San pulled out and dragged his boxers down. His dick was extremely hard and you could tell he couldn’t wait any longer.

“Before you’re too fucked out to even speak, any other particular from the book?” he parted your legs to make room for himself.

“Just fuck me dumb, please.”

“Gonna drive you cockdrunk, kitten, i know you like to” San lubricated his tip, rubbing it against your soaking folds, before sliding inside you all at once. His hands pinned your hips down, stopping you from every move as he started to thrust in you with all of his force. His pounds were deep and decisive, searching for your g-spot.

“Fuck fuck fuck! Right there, t-there. Daddy” you whined out as soon as you felt his cockhead kissing your core. He sped up his pace, pounding rougher, making you tearing from pleasure.

“Take it, just like that. You’re tight pussy’s squeezing me so well” he leaned over you to inhale your sweet scent, the perfume you wear every day that he bought for you, he loved smelling it on you. San giggled in the crook of your neck, then he bit on your burning skin to repress a moan. “Fuck baby, it’s so wet that’s so easy to thrust into it, im not gonna last long”

Your hands cupped his cheeks, planting a messy kiss on his lips. “Please, cum with me, i’m so close daddy” He grunted highly in pleasure, his thrusts got faster but also sloppier. The squelching sound made him so fucking horny, your moans were like music to his ears.

“Yeah? You’ close? Then fucking take my cum.”

San did a few last thrust into your soaked cunt, before you could feel his warm seed flowing into you. He didn’t stop though, he kept pounding to spurt it deeper inside you. His hands caressed every inch of your body, as he murmured praises to your ear:

“Did so well for me, always taking it all. Such a good little girl, aren’t you? You’re so pretty like this.” he layed next to you, leaving sweet kisses all over your neck and face.

“Now tell me, was it better than that book?”

[mrsdesade]

Power looks good on you;

Pairing: Homelander x fem!super (I used Ophera as usual) Trope: slow burn, fluff, mutual teasing TW: mention about a shooting and blood, bathroom setting but not so smut, you can find inside a link to another of my one-shot Timeline: The Boys S1 Words count: 2,5k Note: just a self-indulgent one shot that has been in my drafts for too many days, I hope you don't mind reading about a version of Homelander more vulnerable than usual but don't worry, he's always the blonde manipulator we all love

What a very, very particular morning.

During one of your events, a man had jumped out of nowhere and started shooting into the crowd. Anything just to get your attention. The attention of the most desired woman in America.

In a normal situation you would always have chosen a diplomatic path, but you couldn't let him hurt your audience. It wouldn't have been a problem If it weren't for the thousand cameras pointed on you.

After that event, Edgar had called you back to his office, to discuss how impulsive your action had been. And the consequences for Vought's public image. But the real problem was that you didn't feel guilty at all. He deserved it, for interrupting your show, for hurting your fans.

Homelander shrugs nonchalantly at your worried words.

''Come on, Ophera, you're overthinking things. Edgar, what a joke. He can't do a damn thing.''

You reply silently, sighing and taking your gloves off your uniform, your hands are still covered in blood.

''You know, I felt this power coursing through my veins when he begged me, it was intoxicating. I couldn't stop my desire to destroy that man.''

Homelander seems almost intrigued by your words, his eyes shine with a mischievous gleam.

"Ooh yes. I know that feeling, that sense of power. There's something incredibly fulfilling about destroying someone who tries to stand in your way or challenge you.''

You continue to look at your hands stained with dried blood, not knowing whether to feel satisfaction or remorse.

''I don't know what this feeling of brutal vanity is, or where it comes from. I just know that I have a lot of it inside of me.''

"You see, Ophera, it's not just a feeling. It's deeper, it's primal. And beautiful. Some people are just built for it. That bloodlust in you, embrace it. It's a sign of power.'' he approaches you and grasps your hands, inspecting the stained skin with a twisted fascination. He knows what you're experiencing. A cruel and brutal satisfaction.

''A sign of power you say, do you think I'm powerful?''

''Powerful? You possess the skills to conquer anything that comes your way. And that bloodlust, it's the icing on the cake.''

Your smile becomes more amused, almost flattered by his words, a light laugh comes out of your bright red lips.

''Ahww. That's so kind of you. But you're right, I'm actually extraordinary." as usual, you hide anxieties and insecurities behind a facade of vanity and perfection, and you do it very well.

Homelander smiles, amused by your narcissistic facade, but he's not deceived by your act. He approaches and cups his hand under your chin, tilting your head up.

"Oh, I know you're extraordinary. Power looks good on you, Ophera."

''Coming from you it's for sure something else. But you know what else would look good on me now?'' you say letting go of his hand, sliding away from him, and unbuttoning the zip on the back of your suit.

''Enlighten me. What else would look good on you, doll?''

''A long, relaxing, hot bath to remove all this blood I have on me.''

Homelander watches you with a satisfied expression, his eyes lingering on your body as you walk, clearly appreciating what he sees. He follows you towards the bathroom and leans against the door frame watching you.

''A bath, you say? And may I ask, am I included in this relaxing experience?''

''Oh you, of course...'' you leave the sentence hanging while you take off the knee pads and the protections on your forearms, implying that the answer is yes, but then you conclude it with a teasing tone. ''...of course not.''

Homelander raises his eyebrows, somewhat intrigued and annoyed by your teasing response. His eyes still fixed on your body, he lets out a low chuckle, as he can't hide a hint of desire.

''You're playing a dangerous game, Ophera. Toying with the world’s greatest hero's patience.''

''Me? I'm not doing anything at all...'' you mime a gesture with your right hand. Implying that he doesn't have to watch as you take off your uniform. You turn on the water and it begins to fill the tub, meanwhile remove the top part of your uniform.

''Yeah. Nothing at all.'' his tone is dripping with sarcasm.

After a few minutes of silence, you let your uniform fall on the marble floor and enter into the big floor bathtub, showing a satisfied expression for the warmth of the water, from the window a beautiful sunset in the city can be admired. You turn towards him, and you smile kindly at him with unexpected sweetness, almost appreciating the fact that he has contained himself up until that moment.

''So, won't you come and keep me company?''

Homelander's expression softens for a moment, taking in the sight of you immersed in the water, and the beautiful sunset in the background. He can't help but be momentarily charmed by your unexpected sweetness.

"Well. How could I resist such an alluring invitation?"

''Don't make me wait then...'' you immerse yourself in the water up to your shoulders and move to the corner near the window to admire the view.

Of course he's not usually used to people ordering him around, but in this moment, he actually enjoys it. He approaches the tub, removing his suit and dropping it on the floor next to yours. Then he steps into the water with you.

''Look at the colour of the sky, these shades of red are so beautiful...'' you say remaining deep in thoughts.

The peacefulness of the moment allows him to let his guard down and experience a sense of tranquility that he doesn't often allow himself.

''Almost as beautiful as you are.''

Despite the flattery, you are focused on looking at the sky, he can see your bare back, with still some small signs of the fight you had in the morning and some small splashes of blood that the water will soon wash away.

''I want a dress of this exact color for my next show, I like city sunsets.'' you have a thought that is as frivolous as it is spontaneous.

''Ah, a dress as beautiful as this sunset, huh? We'll find the finest dressmakers in the city work on it. You can have anything you desire, you know that Ophera?''

He's well aware that your desires are probably quite expensive, after all he knows that you're not exactly the type of woman that is satisfied with modesty.

''Everything I want you say uh? Then I would like to no longer be afraid of heights, and to be able to get closer to the colors of this sky... maybe one day.'' what a ridicoulous spontaneous answer from you.

Homelander raises an eyebrow in surprise at your response. He wasn't expecting such a sincere and heartfelt reply from you.

''Of course you can have all that you want, you're a super! Maybe I could take you to the tallest skyscraper in the city, take you to the terrace and show that you have nothing to be afraid of.''

You immediately turn and show a slightly sarcastic expression.

''Oh yes? The last time we were on a skyscraper together, you threatened to throw me into the void and then save me at the last minute to see the adrenaline on my face. I don't know if I want to go on the top of the Tower with you really soon.'' you remind him in a playful tone of the event from a few months earlier, which however had truly terrified you.

''Oh come on, doll, don't go holding a grudge. I was only teasing you. Just a bit of fun.''

''Yeah. Yes of course, and I believe you...'' you reply sarcastically again and then you lean close to him.

You allow him to hug you, you lean your back against his chest, sitting between his legs.

He envelops you in a warm embrace, wrapping his arms around you as you lean against him, your back pressed against his chest. The tension of the battle still present on your body, as well as the blood on your hands and your glittery red painted nails.

He rests his chin on your shoulder, a smile playing on his lips as he looks at your stained hands with curiosity.

As he rests his chin on your shoulder, you put your hand back and caress him, letting yourself go into a moment of kindness, trying to understand how complicated and profound his person is.

Homelander feels a sense of contentment as you place your hand on his cheek and caresses him with genuine tenderness. He hadn't expected such a sweet gesture from you, but it fills him with a sense of unexpected warmth.

He closes his eyes for a moment, relishing the moment of connection, as he allows himself to be vulnerable. Behind the strong and arrogant facade, he has a complex and troubled soul, and your touch seems to reach a part of him that rarely experiences such gentle attention.

''You know, I'm not used to this. Being relaxed. Or allowing myself a moment of peace. But when you touch me like this... "

You continue to gently caress his face, and Homelander remains quiet, finding an unusual comfort in this moment of peace and intimacy. But you're still curious to know how he will end up his sentence.

''When I touch you like this...?''

Homelander's voice still carries a hint of his usual arrogance, but there's a sincerity in his words.

"When you touch me like this... I feel a sense of calm. It's like all my doubts and worries momentarily disappear. It's strange, unusual, but it's not so unwelcome."

You listen intently as Homelander, the usually strong and intimidating Homelander, confesses that your touch brings him a rare sense of tranquility. This honesty surprises you, as you didn't expect him to open up so easilly. It's almost too easy. You continue to gently caress his face, and as you speak in soft tone.

"Well If my touch has that effect on you, then maybe we should make these moments more frequent from now on. Until you don't decide to throw me from a building...'' you laughed.

Homelander's heart rate inexplicably begins to increase as he hears your words of comfort. That's... strange. He had expected you to take advantage of this moment, not to comfort him in such a gentle way.

He reaches up and takes your hand in his, holding it, his expression is filled of dubt and sudden distrust, due to the fear of showing himself vulnerable, his tone is calm but it could change to aggressive at any moment.

''Why are you doing this? Why are you being so... caring, so gentle? You've always been so relentless and fierce. Is there something more to you than you've shown me up until now?''

While he holds your hand, you know that one wrong answer would be enough for him to break your wrist.

The truth is that you don't know, that moment of serenity was created spontaneously, and you, who saw him as a tormented man with an enormous ego, decided to indulge and give him a light caress.

''No, of course not. I'm not hiding anything from you...I did it because I wanted to do it. I wanted to make you relax with me. That's all, If you didn't like it just say so, and I'll stop immediately."

He stares into your eyes, trying to find a hint of deception or manipulation, any evidence that you're trying to play games with him. But he sees nothing but sincerity in your gaze.

Then, in a sudden change of tone, he laughed at your expression, his grip on your hand tightening slightly, but not in anger. It's more of a challenge.

"Oh you cheeky little thing. So you think you can just waltz into my life and flip everything upside down, huh?''

''To be honest, you're the one who started being in my life. Wanting me as a fake girlfriend for you interview and then becoming so... clingy.'' you raise an eyebrow, quite amused, but you hear his tone being playful again, so you can resume your usual manners.

''Clingy, huh? Me? Let's be real now. I wasn't the one who decided to turn this arrangement into some sort of twisted romance. You're the one who keeps throwing these mixed signals out. How am I supposed to act?''

''Mixed signal? Oh you're terrible! As if I had a choice!'' you turn around a little with a mix of ridiculous amazement and disbelief.

He's putting the blame on you, how shameless!

He lets out a hearty laugh, a genuine amusement sparkling in his eyes at your indignation.

''Choice? Ophera, dear, you don't have any choice at all against my decision. But well, no one is forcing you to be here, to sit in this tub with me. You invited me. Don't deny it, you get some kind of kick out of our little games, I'm sure. Maybe you even enjoy being around me. Admit it.''

Still continuing this power play between the two of you, you get up from the water, and he remained seated. You turn a little in his direction, showing a sarcastic expression that has always distinguished you.

''Well, no. And you know what? I'm leaving. My decision. It's final.''

Despite his attempt to maintain a serious demeanor, a hint of excitement sneaks its way across his face. But still, he decides to play along with your little game.

''Hey, doll, wait a minute. Did I say you could leave?”

''Oh,I say so.''

Seeing your fearless expression, Homelander can't help but feel a mix of admiration and annoyance. No one else would dare to challenge him like this, but you are a different case.

''So you think you're in charge now?“

''For sure I am.''

Actually you're not at all, but you're having fun, you feel like you're playing with a lion. He could kill you, yes, but then he would miss your attention.

''I must remind you that just a few hours ago...'' you lower yourself a little, bending down to his level, water falling from your body and your black hair.

''...I killed that man without no effort at all? This makes me very dangerous, don't you think?'' you continue to joke with him, knowing well that that comparison doesn't make much sense.

Definitely, he's not a fan of being challenged, but he can't deny the thrilling feeling of your rebelliousness. He looks up at you, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Oh, you're definitely dangerous in more ways than one. But you claim to be a fiery spirit with the power to destroy me? How very interesting.''

Reaching out for you, he grabs your thigh and, remaining seated, he moves closer.

Placing a kiss on your hupper leg his eyes look up at you, glowing red.

''But don't get too cocky. Or I'll have to put you in your place. And believe me, I would do it with great, great, pleasure."

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Hope you enjoyed, feel free to leave a feedback, kisses! <3

[glysraya]

Aggressive hater: Listen here pretty boy-

Alex: Ahww, you think I'm pretty?

Hater: It's an insult you idiot

Alex: You think being pretty is an insult? Oh honey, who hurt you?

*An hour later*

Hater, sobbing: And then my father threw out all my dolls-

Alex, patting his arm: Let it out, let it out

[simvanie]

7 Sins Legacy - generation 5 (gluttony)

Britney: Hi darling! you're probably here for the job interview. Temperance: Oh- Yes! I'm supposed to meet with Sean?

Britney: Right, I haven't seen him yet this morning, but he's probably on his way. You can take a seat here at the bar while you wait for him if you'd like-

-Ah! Goodmorning Chef! This is the lovely lady that's going to have that job interview with Sean for the waitress position, although I have no idea where he is at the moment. Gulshan: 'Morning Britney! And you as well... Temperance? If I remember correctly from your application form.

Temperance: That's me. Gulshan: It's nice to meet you. I'm Gulshan. head chef and owner of this restaurant-

-Well, since Sean isn't here yet, and probably won't be here for another twenty minutes given my experience, would you like if I already start your job interview? I have a little bit of time left before I have to get to the kitchen. Temperance: Yes of course. I won't mind-

Lord Hamlet: Oink! Gulshan: As one would expect you want to say hi too... well, go ahead then. Temperance: Ahww! Hello there little one, what's your name? Britney: Adorable, isn't he?

Gulshan: This is Lord Hamlet. Loves everything he can eat and considers himself the most important part of the staff. Also likes to read Shakespeare in his free time. You can pet him if you want- He loves butt scratches. Temperance: Haha oh? And a lord huh? Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Lord Hamlet.