#clem barks

[doginthevoid]

To me, being a therian is being a weird little girl stealing off into the forest, making potions, running on all fours, getting in trouble for getting your clothes dirty, getting sap in your fingers and twigs in your hair.

To me, it’s screaming, it’s screaming when you’re told you’re supposed to shave your body hair, screaming when you’re told to play nice, screaming when it’s dark, when you can feel the moon and the shadows and spirits all around you, wishing you could join them.

To me, it’s learning a human is an animal too, and suddenly it makes sense, but nobody else seems relieved by the news, and you can feel it chewing at your seams, and you can feel your blood and your heart and your hands and you forget how to hold yourself.

It’s hiding and it’s screaming and it’s biting and every moment I am alive I become more entangled and it becomes clearer on my skin.

[weirdplushie]

Plushie whose fur is soooo soft you just can’t help but pet them. Maybe your hands wander a bit and suddenly they’re blushing and trying to hide their soft moans, but what does that matter? Cute little toys have soft fur to be pet don’t they?

[doginthevoid]

Couple things on my mind about this. Firstly, I totally understand where you are coming from. I feel really similarly about animals & it’s part of why I chose to volunteer at my local shelter.

Humans care a lot about animals. I think even without being nonhuman or alterhuman, one can have a very deep connection with animals. I know for me, beyond my nonhumanity, part of my connection with animals comes from autism. Autistic people often feel more connection to animals because we find them easier to understand, which can lead to lifelong special interests in them. Some humans even without being autistic or anything like that just grow up with pets in their house and become very attached to them, and it can develop into wishing to be a force to help them.

I don’t want to talk down to you, because I’m sure you know about all this, but it’s important to maybe be reminded of and keep in mind that there’s many reasons a human could have a connection to animals that matches your own, without alterhumanity.

Also, I wouldn’t be so hasty. There are more nonhumans out there than you realize, and I bet there could very likely be some studying in the same school or have studied there before. Perhaps you feel you have a completely unique perspective, but I guarantee you are not alone.

I’m not sure if any of that is helpful, and I apologize again if it seems like I’m patronizing you. Best of luck in your studies!

sometimes i find myself thinking about why i want to work with animals, and i do think it's related to my nonhumanity.

i want to teach people on how to understand them/us better. i deeply respect all forms of life but i also respect their place on the food chain, because nature is all-knowing. i have been blessed with a rare bond with the animal kingdom and it should be (literally) my job to be this bridge.

now, i dont like it that sometimes it gives me a sense of superiority. i dont want to think my reasons for going to vet school are the purest and im better than everyone else, because thats such an important occupation for anyone to have. but its hard not to drift into these thoughts when i simply cannot comprehend what makes regular people want to pursue this career.

any advice? i really really need to talk about this with other alterhumans.

[spacedlexi]

so often i see people try to downplay violet and minervas relationship like it wasnt Real enough or was some Inferior Romance that her relationship with clementine could Never compare to, and i find it so annoying and boring

she LOVED minerva!! and its okay that she did!! she was her first love!! childhood best friends turned girlfriends!! seeing her being so heartbroken and miserable about what happened to minnie, how deeply and desperately she missed her, hugging that bed frame so pathetically. but clementine makes her CARE again. makes her LOVE again. slowly violet becomes comfortable with the idea of opening her heart up to people again, after trying so hard not to because the pain of losing people she cared about was too much to bear (especially when she blamed herself for them being gone)

then she learns minnie didnt die. shes falling in love with clem while grappling with the fact that minnie might still be out there??

then she meets minnie in the woods. but minnie has changed just like she has. theyre both different people now. and slowly violet is forced to come to terms with the fact that the person she loved so deeply isnt that person anymore??

violet at the beginning mourning minerva and blaming herself, to shooting her to save clems life. she LOVED minerva once, but she doesnt like the person she is now. and shes not gonna let her hurt anyone else she cares about. shes done mourning her by the time they get to the bridge, only crying out for tenn

like idk i just find their relationship evolution to be so interesting and sad as shit. the fact that they once loved each other so much and it has now come to this?? but violet makes her choice and she Chooses clementine, because she admires and loves clementine, probably similar to the way she used to admire and love minerva if the way she talked about her is any indication

i just think "i never thought i would ever feel this way again" is way more interesting than "wow minnie Never made me feel like This"

[mwagneto]

every day i turn on the ps4 just to then sit there on my phone listening to the homescreen music for 3 hours and not play anything and then go to bed

[mcybree]

Gimme 68

68 | The Garden - The Crane Wives

Okay this one is embarassing SIIIIGH im a fork in the kitchen fork in the kitchen……. I actually have very little to say on this one, I dont even remember when I started listening to it? its a good song I just have NOTHING to say… does anyone want to talk about divine loser by clem turner instead

[doginthevoid]

Hi! :3 I’m a dog mainly but I’m also an Angel & various robots. I also consider myself to be alienhearted <3 I’m totally open to chatting! My main blog is @macaronichewtoyz

Searching for otherkin mutuals and buds to talk

hi! i am ro! my blog is new and i need more otherkin, therian and alterhuman mutuals.

I am Ro, body age 21. NB. Any pronouns really. Preferring she/it. Neurodivergent, BPD and sligtly psychotic. (I get therapy!)

I am:

An angelkin! Awakened long time ago. I looked like a wingless angel, humanoid in form. Probably short black hair. I was monochrome. I could fly without my wings. Wings were a sign of status and I was just a common angel with the task of doing simple work. I observed human life so the more suitable look was humanoid.

I am also a new awakened robotkin!

I was a humanoid looking like robot. Still figuring out.

I am looking for following:

- Buds to talk!! If you have a discord server I'll gladly join

- Angels

- Demons

- Robots, machines, AIs

- Aliens

- Elves

- Dragons

- Therians

- Any alterhuman, otherkin really!

[verdemoun]

Don't know if you've already talked about bill but how is he coping with modern times? I always imagined a modern bill becoming a car mechanic, or something adjacent, maybe even becoming a small influencer where he posts abt trucks and such (and also his dog. I just know that man gets a dog in any type of modern au)

i have not spoken about bill because bill as a character just makes me so sad fam like was he doomed to be the power hungry bastard of toxic masculinity we see in rdr1 or did the events of rdr2 actively make him that way why was everyone so mean to him like you can see the way people treats him chipping away at him it makes me want to scream but back to timewarp au

therapy. my otp is bill and therapy. man needs anger management and to unpack that emotional baggage. it would take a while but once bill made the connection sometimes when he feels angry and acts out he's actually feeling sad/upset he'd start to develop as a person really quickly.

he would be so conflicted about seeing the gang again. why does no one talk about what happened to bill in the gap between rdr1 and 2?? dutch fucking left him behind bill would've followed dutch to the ends of the earth and been the perfect obedient loyal son he always wanted and dutch just threw him away because hunting down arthur and john for betraying him was more important!!

the new main gang would've picked him up because they knew he was going to be timewarped but it would be so uncomfortable.

poor kieran would've been so terrified he had to stay with annabelle and grimshaw until bill left. he usually regresses a little whenever someone timewarps because he has obvious reason to be nervous about the gang but it would've been a full breakdown just knowing bill was coming back. bill would've felt bad about it too because he never made the connection between how the gang's teasing made him feel vs what his bullying was doing to kieran.

the rest of the gang would've gone straight back to teasing bill because that was the dynamic last time they were all together. he would've hated it and lashed out a lot. he became something after they died they better respect it but of course they just don't. bill would've barely understood modern era before he bounced.

happy stuff now i promise. he ended up hitchhiking for a bit and learning about the modern world from truckers. he would love going to bars and truck stops and dodgy mom and pop diners along the highway.

he ends up getting a job on a ranch (ironically the modern day MacFarlane which became a massive multimillion dollar operation) and still gets to ride horses almost every day. he picks up herding super quickly and gets all the validation and care he deserves. the owners love him and are really supportive and patient when it comes to dealing with his temper.

he gets a little power trip out of learning to drive the semi-truck and unlike most of the hands is always super excited and happy to go on cross-country road trips delivering things to processing facilities. his favorite thing though would be the combine harvester he will work 14 hour shifts without complaint harvesting grain.

bill loves dogs almost more than he loves his horses he cannot drive past a sign that says puppies for sale without at least stopping to look. this habit has resulted in him having five dogs and they are his new gang. his first dog was a stray he picked up on the side of the road it's a wire-haired gundog mutt just called Mutt. he also has two cattle dogs (Clem and Roanoke), a long hair shepherd called Mercer and finally a catahoula called Abel. they are all working dogs and he does not go anywhere without all of them. they all sleep on his bed and are just as happy to go on cross country road trips in the semi as he is.

he can control all of them with a whistle or non verbal commands and they are insanely well trained. Micah fucking hates him sure Baymax can bark and growl and look scary on command but the second one of Bill's dogs curls up its lips Baymax is hiding behind Micah terrified and Bill is so fucking smug about it.

through therapy and having his ideals challenged bill starts making an effort to be less racist and sexist and actually confronting some of the gang about the way they treated him in 1899 and mending those relationships because look yeah he went off the deep end after the VDLs but he does still care about them and wants to have good relationships with them he's just got to work through a lot of issues go bill i believe in you

and most importantly he finally got over the internalized homophobia and admitted to himself he's a bit/lot gay. he's not wearing beads at pride levels of comfortable with it yet but he is a classic bear who will protect the gaybies from violence with violence.

it's like a many, many years slow burn but him and alden get together because charlybird's art is one of the only reasons i gave bill a chance as a character and i am a better person for it

[walkeetalkee]

short story abt being tortured by clem amen

this is extremely self-indulgent but you can imagine yourself in it if you so please

"Ouch."

𓄧

Searing pain shot up my body as I slowly regained consciousness. It was hard to assess my surroundings as my eyes adjusted to the light due to a prolonged amount of drowse, but everything soon came back to me all at once when I went to move. In an attempt to rub my throbbing head, it appeared my arms were wound tight to what looked like a school chair desk. I struggled against my restaurants as best I could in my condition, but to no avail. Suddenly, I heard the sound of a metal latch opening and then closing; craning my head up, my gaze locked onto a girl who looked about my age and a boy no older than ten. 

A tense beat of silence passed before the girl walked up to me, a fierce scowl painted on her face. Spitting some blood out of my mouth, I matched her attitude, my expression wearing an unmistakable scowl. Glancing at the boy who walked in for a split second, it seemed he had pulled out a revolver in the short time I was staring down his guardian. His eyes never left me either as he began to play with the cylinder of his gun, clicking it out and then clicking in back again. Just then, I felt like a caged animal. Trapped.

“Who are you?” The girl barked, slamming her palm on the hardwood desk. “Why did you attack us?”

I tilted my head at that. Attack? I hardly knew these fucking people, and I only shot back because they shot first.

“Attack you? Please,” I scoffed, trying to hide the pain I was feeling behind an incredulous tone, “Your people shot first.” 

She didn’t seem to believe that and opted to punch me directly in the stomach. I doubled over, sputtering out blood as I desperately attempted to get my lungs to work right again. It hurt to even sit up straight, but I wouldn’t be caught dead pleading for them to stop. 

“Bullshit.” She hissed. I growled, lunging (or trying to) at them. “It’s the truth. You think I got a habit of walking around looking like this?” I said, in reference to my disheveled state. For a moment, her expression turned from one of anger to one of confusion and then concern. Not for me, I guessed. She put a hand on her hip and, after a moment, opened her mouth to speak,

“The people you say attacked you, what did they look like?” Her voice was noticeably softer this time, making a shiver crawl up my spine.

“White lady and white guy– the guy had different colored eyes, like me– and the lady she,” I got cut off by a terrible coughing fit, blood beginning to run down my nose in concerning amounts.

“...Fuck.” I murmured to myself. 

I threw my head back against the cold wall of–whatever I was in– the cool bricks helping the mind-numbing headache I had die down. I was about to open my mouth to give a more in-depth description but quickly stopped when I felt the tape restraints on my wrist getting pulled off. Tilting my head down slightly (as it still hurt to move anything), I saw the girl with the tape in her hand. 

“What–” I went to say, but she cut me off.

“That’s all I needed to hear,” She said, offering a hand to me. My legs felt like jello, and I would undoubtedly fall if I attempted to stand up. So, instead, I just rubbed my sore wrists.

“I can’t, just–just could you do me a favor?” I queried pitifully. If I could reach inside my pockets, I would, but my nervous system chastised me every time I moved more than an inch. She didn’t say no but raised an eyebrow, waiting for me to finish my sentence.

“Could you, uh, dig in my pockets and grab my lighter and smokes for me?” She still said nothing. After a few seconds, it started to become awkward. If my parents taught me one thing, though, it was always be respectable. Bashfully, I cast my eyes to the side, murmuring a hardly audible, “Please?”

Luckily, she heard me and swiftly pulled out the items from my jeans pocket, handing them to me. I gave her a quiet “thank you” and took a cigarette from the pack, capturing it in my lips. When it came to the lighter, I fumbled with it for a moment before accidentally dropping it on the table. It looked like my strength had also completely diminished, along with all of my basic motor functions. Shit.

I went to pick it back up, but a tan, scarred hand beat me to it. The girl clicked open the lighter and sparked the flame, bringing it to my lips and lighting the cigarette. We had to wait a second for the cig to light fully, and subconsciously, my eyes wandered to her. She looked surprisingly beautiful under the flickering orange flame of the lighter. And her eyes–her eyes were a mesmerizing shade of brown; her gaze stern yet alluring. In a way, it looked like she was staring directly at my lips–technically, she was, but you get my meaning. Who was this girl?

A wave of relief washed over me as I took one long drag of the smoke. I wanted to thank her for her generosity but opted not to in case the cigarette fell from my mouth. I did not want to have to ask for her assistance. So, instead, I gave her an appreciative nod, letting my eyes fall from her to the concrete floor.

She still hadn’t moved from in front of me, and neither had her kid, yet I could feel her gaze burning through the side of my head. I figured she was trying to make out what to do with me. Only when she went to leave did I realize we hadn't properly introduced ourselves. Capturing the smoke in my teeth, ensuring it wouldn’t fall out when I opened my mouth,

“...Say, I never caught your name,” I called out. She stopped in her tracks but didn’t turn to face me,

“Clementine.” She replied. “I’ll have Ruby come down and look at you.” 

That was all she wrote as she began to walk back into the distance, leaving me, myself, and I to our designated solitude once more.

[twdg-and-stuff]

hi!! could you do reader formerly apart of the motel group that was presumed dead (maybe lost in the bandit raid?) settling in at ericsons’s eventually a few years after and reuniting with clem in s4? it’s random and oddly specific but I hope you find it interesting enough to pursue! thanks :)

A/N: Hello!! I’d be happy to, I hope you like it!:) This kinda reminded me of Michonne and Jocelyn in TWD (minus the kidnapping kids part…) because I was rewatching S9 lol

Warnings: Assumption of death, Usual TWDG stuff

Clementine x Reader

If she was being honest, Clementine had completely forgotten about you. Maybe not completely, if someone randomly said your name she’d remember-but still, not a lot. You were a memory she’d shoved in the back of her head, forgotten but still there. She thought you’d died a long time ago.

You on the other hand, never stopped thinking a bout her. Not just Clementine, but the whole group. You forgot some people’s names, but remembered Clem’s because of how unique it was.

You’d been through countless groups since then, most had either died or just split up slowly. You made many friends along the way but none you remembered as well as Clementine.

One day, Clem was playing war with Louis and Violet.

“Alright, I get to ask Clem now.” Louis said.

He coughed before speaking.

“Someone you remember from an old group?”

Clem thought about it for a bit. They all knew about Lee, Kenny, and now obviously Lilly. She kept thinking, almost like sifting through files in her mind. She’d told them stories about basically everybody-then she remembered you.

“Hm, well there was this person in my first group. They were my friend. I miss them, they died during a raid from bandits that I told you guys about earlier.”

The table went silent.

Then, it was broken by yelling. Rosie began barking.

The three shot up and ran towards the gate.

Clem could make out 3 shadows. Two of which she knew was Aasim and Mitch. The other stood hunkered down between the two.

“We found Them Right outside the old safe zone.”

Clem walked farther towards them.

Her eyes widened when she realized.

It was you.

“Y/N?”

“Clementine?”

You both ran to hug each other, memories instantly flooding back.

“I thought you were dead.”

“I thought you were, too.”

The high of seeing an old friend quickly warned off when you both noticed your best friends, parental figures even, weren’t with either of you. You both assumed the worst.

-

You and Clem spent hours that night catching up.

Clem told you about Christa and Omid, The cabin group, Carver, Arvo, The new frontier, Javi and Gabe, Finding A.J.

You told her about the groups and people you’d met, bad people you’d run into before, anything you could remember.

Clementine was happy to have you back. To have someone who understood the first few months of the apocalypse for her was like.

[doginthevoid]

Firstly anon, there is no one true experience of being an angel / divinity, and while many of us to wax poetic about missing "home", some of us, myself included, feel differently. I think its just part of the awakening experience for many in that they realize they used to live in a different world and they long to re-experience it.

It sounds to me that you are just as angelic as the rest of us, and I personally would welcome you as an angel.

At the end of the day, it's your identity, not anyone elses, that matters.

I'm a questioning angelkin and feel so lost. I see so many angels speak of missing home, but I feel right at home here. I feel like everything is divine, and I'm a part of that. The entire cosmos is my Heaven. This body, while not ideal, is beautiful and godly. When I die, my divine form will change once again, and I'll be just as at home as before.

It makes me wonder if I'm actually angelkin.

🌌

[doginthevoid]

To those new to the therian community (& the otherkin/alterhuman community as a whole, honestly), if you're trying to figure out your kintype and you're struggling I have an insider secret for you.

Just pick one. Just pick a label that feels good enough and run with it. Nobody is gunna challenge you and ask you, well how do you KNOW? and if they do, they're a fuckin weirdo and you can tell em to fuck off. You don't need to be 100% sure. You can actually just do what you want, forever. Maybe you'll realize it isnt for you and move on. Maybe you won't. Fuck it

[weirdplushie]

Head so full of stuffing, poor little plush puppy can’t even think. Just knows how to be soft and touchable and to let their owner handle them as they please.

[theodoradevlin]

Clem once again found herself in the Shrub Club greenhouse, but not because the door was left open by anyone. Absolutely not.

With her tail proudly swaying in the air, she trotted up the row of vegetable plots; a little crop inspection, if you will. She took her duties very seriously, after all. But then — Clementine’s head snapped, then tilted in bamboozled curiosity at a squirming plant that suddenly began dancing at her.

A low, warning bark left Clem’s throat. How dare this wriggling green offender taunt her! Naturally, she attacked in the best way she knew how:

Upon walking into the greenhouse, Theo thinks she hears a very familiar bark....(which means their secret signal had worked).

She calls out hopefully, "Clem? Is that you girl?!" As she does, she sees that Clem is indeed busy.

Theo watches in anticipation as Clem is in a stand off with their new Can-Can Cactus. They hadn't quite figured out a use for yet, besides maybe also teaching it the cha-cha, but a dog toy seemed a pretty good use as any!

She stifles a laugh as Clem bravely uses her snoot to defeat the evil shrubbery!!! Theo runs over, getting on her knees to tackle the good gorl. She gives her many generous head pats to congratulate her on her victory! And, naturally, Theo can't help but also sneak in a little cheek squish between words of admiration, "Well done, Clem!!! Who's a brave, strong girl?!?! Such a good guard dog conquering that nasty plant!!!"

She made a note to find something even tastier than Meech's cabbages to reward her with. And maybe also hide the dancing plants from now on....

[adallegra]

Clem, Clem, Clementine, where are you? Come here, girl! I have a job for you in exchange for a snack! You have a veeeeery good nose, right? You do! Yes, you do! Who's a good girl! Want to help me find some smelly cheese? I got a tasty tasty scooby doggy snack right here if you help me!"

Clementine was snoozing with her golden head resting between her paws. An ear pricked up. Was that her name? Her eyes snapped open, and she lifted her head. Strange. It sounded like that red-headed boy who liked to talk a lot. Heaving herself languidly off the rug, Clem stretched her hind legs and then her front, dipping her back before she gave herself a little shake to sling off any remaining sleepiness. As soon as she nudged the door open her tail immediately started swishing on its own accord. It was the prefect!  

She trotted up to him and nudged his hand for pets as the wizard rambled on as usual. Clementine was listening, though, so she barked once to show that she understood and with eager pants, followed the prefect into Nosy’s room. 

In her own opinion, Clementine had been a very good girl. The castle smelt delicious this whole time but she knew better than to eat anything that was not hers. But now. Now she had permission! She burst into the room and instantly got to work, nose down, wagging bottom in the air. It was too easy. She let out an enthusiastic bark and vaulted onto the prefect’s bed, snout snuffling and teeth tearing. Feathers exploded into the air and rained down the room as Clementine viciously tore at the bedding and pillows, blurred white thrashing around her body like a maelstrom. 

And finally! A clump of whatever smelt so incredible fell out and Clem was on it in a flash. Before the prefect could commend her on a job well done, she was already monching happily amidst the pool of destroyed sheets, untroubled by the feathers that were still gently floating around her. She woofed again. 

Was she not the bestest girl?

[alpenglw]

Friday Night Music Tag Except It's Not Friday Anymore SORRYYYYY

tagged by @birgdets!!! the rules are to put your spotify "on repeat" playlist on shuffle and write down the first 10 songs that come on. and then tag 10 people!!!

oh how fun... it is just like 2009 deviantart... ough the old days of journals and chains etc.... YIPPEE

You Come Down - Marika Hackman // this is my song for imagining lesbian nuns kissing to. drives me CRAAAZYYYYYY!!!! blood??? thorny crowns???? cannibalism mention???? daffodils mention???? "but you could always make me hurt"??????? AAAUUUUGHHHH

Two Time - Jack Stauber // sorry. sorry. sorry. it's just a fun song okay. i'll have you know i did NOT find it on tiktok, i found it through FURRY ANIMATIONS

Out Like a Light 2 - The Honeysticks, Ricky Montgomery // ough o-|-< ever since roo sent me this as a birdie song i've been obsessed with it. thank you roo. it is such a lovely song

Mother Mother - Tracy Bonham // this one is 100% because of luci. i had barely ever listened to this song until like last week

Show You a Body - Haley Heynderickx // ough o-|-< this song makes me feel some sort of way. sends shivers down my spine. absolutely haunting song. man

Cannibal - Marika Hackman // um sorry i like marika hackman's cannibal themed music a lot. anyway this one is berhta's psychosis song

Mt. St. Helens - Mirah // i love this song... ough. reminds me of so many ocs and i also just think it's a nice fun song. reminds me a little bit of hop along's music. idk mirah's sexuality but this song is about yuri to me

Divine Loser - Clem Turner // YIPPEE this song is very slow but the rhythm is very soothing to me... huge fan of this one. i like it a lot

Grim Reaper - Suzi Wu // GRRRR BARK BARK BARK SUZI WUUU UGH THIS SONG MAKES ME MAD. huge warlock song for me.

rises the moon - Liana Flores // ugh this song makes me nostalgic for summer. and kind of just nostalgic in general. man. makes me think of growing up in socal o-|-<

this list ended up being very soft and indie leaning but i'll let you know that It's Not A Fashion Statement, It's A Fucking Deathwish by My Chemical Romance was song number 11. so whatever

idk if i know enough people on this website to tag 10 of them. @wingedog @rookruffs @mosasaura @ti-me-lo-rd @starleafsun @silver-falling-star @bori-cha @s4lmonsk1n @leafo-supreme @pmd3