#faun kin

[pubbywubby]

Werewolf Otherkin Flag!

Faun Otherkin Flag!

Requested by: @wolfatnight

[citizenoftmrrwlnd]

fashion kit for : a satyr/faun with deer aspects in a masc mori kei/woodland goth aesthetic requested by @satyring

gloves | hair clips | ruffle | pants ear cuffs | coat | shirt | shoes (be sure to get some tabi socks, too)

[starscatteredsky]

fashion ideas for a satyr? I mostly dress grunge but anything not fem is good

fashion for a satyr

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i hope you like this! i had so much fun with finding a sort of nature/grunge vibe for this!

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[kitthefoxkin]

Hiii if you don’t want to do it it’s okay, but could I have a moodboard for an angel with weirdcore-dreamcore vibes please ? If you agree and have time, could you also make one for a faun with a fairycore- dark cottagecore aesthetic ? Thank you !

1) angelkin alterhuman moodboard with themes of weirdcore and dreamcore!

2) faun alterhuman moodboard with themes of fairycore and dark cottagecore!

[liminal-therianthropy]

If you have the time could you make a faun otherkin flag with curled horns? I like your flags ^^

Hello hello!! I hope this is what ya ment when ya said curled horns!!

Faun with curled horns kin flag!! I hope ya like it! If ya use this all i ask for is credit ^^

[melabea]

Faun Alterhuman Flags

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Faun Alterhuman, Copinglink, Kin, Nonhuman, Otherhearted, Otherlink, Quoiian, Synpath, & Transspecies Flags

Etymology: faun, alterhuman/copinglink/kin/nonhuman/otherhearted/otherlink/quoiian/synpath/transspecies

for @rabidbatboy!

@radiomogai , @thecoffeecrew404

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[theros]

sharing my satyr playlist this time around. it's in no particular order so feel free to put it on shuffle.

(you can blame a friend for the inclusion of "Rasputin". she was unfortunately correct that it has vibes for my types of satyr.)

[macaw-squawks]

Caribou fawn/faun moodboard, with themes if snow, snowy forests, and the northern lights!

Requested by; @maggie--pie

Hope this works! Wasn't sure if you meant faun or fawn (only realised the difference when I looked on Google for images XD) so I went with both! One caribou faun moodboard, and one extra caribou fawn moodboard under the cut (just in case) :> let me know if you'd like any changes!!

[merdemiboy]

Not me figuring out NOW that I’m Satyr/Faun kin 😭😭😭

[selenophobic-werewolf]

Tutorial part one!

Important! (From desc)

!!You cannot wear these hooves if you cannot stand on tiptoe. You can modify it and attach hooves to shoes but for these specifically to must be able to stand on them!!

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[voideater15]

are there any faunkins active in 2024 anymore (ˊ˘ˋ*)

[sticksnails]

[bitchfitch]

Once upon a time their forest home suffered an endless night. Their great dragon god was punishing them for the theft of something precious to him. No lavish festival nor offering of rich drink or hearty food would water his fury.

The fauns of then thought their home would be lost to his darkness forever, only for one of their to offer himself as tribute.

Tahir, a young shrine attendant, walked into the forest beyond their home to meet the dragon at the entrance of his den. He said to the dragon "If my people's gold and my temple's joy is not enough to sate you, then may my flesh be your cure. My people repent for the crime done to you, but they know not how to repay it. Punish me, kill me, in their stead."

He bowed his head and waited for death. No sweat on his brow nor did his heart race, for Tahir was kind and loved nothing more than his people and the god they worshipped. His death would be just. His life given more purpose than any could have dreamt of for themselves.

The dragon looked at the selfless young man who's beauty and love and kindness were without compare, and he said "I will have you, not as a feast, but as my only equal." for he had fallen deeply in love at the first sight of the man and wanted not his death, but his hand in eternal marriage.

The dragon gave the sun to Tahir, as he was the brightest and warmest source of joy in their forest. It was only right that he be who decided when it should shine. It was a power Tahir never once misused for he loved his people and wanted nothing more than to see them thrive.

The two ruled together for a time, the common man that was Tahir was transformed by the people's worship of him. His kindness grew, his blessings brought love and joy and bountiful families. His husband's adoration of him turned the once ferocious and fickle dragon into an equally doting and benevolent god. Their forest was warm with their love, the trees heavy with fruit made sweet by their joy, the frigid desert beyond their home kept distant by their devotion to each other and to their people.

Though tragedy loomed as such peace could not last when mortal hands carried out deeds best left to the gods.

The prize stolen from the great dragon's hoard was a sword forged by his own kin. It's blade made to slice deep through draconic flesh. It's purpose was always to be his death when he grew tired of the immortality he was born into. A gift to him from peers who had long chosen their own blades over another day.

The priests, the foolish, idiot, priests of yore had stolen the blade with intent to make their god a thing of the past. The dragon was temperamental and cruel when Tahir could not calm his raging storms. How long until their kind, golden god would be victim to the beast? Tahir who loved them all without question would protect them as their king better than he ever could as their dragon god's mate.

They believed in their heart of hearts, that to save themselves, they must liberate their sun from the dragon's clutches.

One struck out from their village on the first evening of truest winter, through their home and to the great dragon's den. At its center the priest found him slumbering in his bed.

Their sun, Tahir, at his side. He begged for his husband's life but the priest was deaf to his pleads. Tahir didn't know what was best for them all, the priest thought as he lunged.

The blade cut deep into softest flesh. Tahir, kind and beautiful, had put himself between the priest and his love. His pained sob was what finally woke the beast from its truest winter sleep.

The priest escaped as the dragon chose to remain by his dying lovers side to the very end. For the dragon never cared about the fauns or their priests, only for their worship, and only then until he had found warmth so much deeper in the embrace of selfless, kind Tahir.

It is said that with Tahir's dying breaths he made his love promise him that he would not snuff the sun again.

Their people so beloved by him were foolish, but they did not deserve such punishment. He was always the one meant to suffer for them, not the one they were to suffer for.

The dragon agreed, and held kind Tahir until his warmth was gone from the forest he had adored so deeply.

Tahir's sun, the one that sat near and gave their home joyful warmth even when the distant sun set behind the horizon for months at a time, dimmed and shone as it always had under his care. The dragon, fickle as he was, would never betray a promise made to his husband.

Though, the fauns of the forest never saw it's glow again. The storms brewed with Tahir's dying breaths. The dragon cloaked his sun in thick storm clouds to selfishly hide it's light. He would not snuff it, but his sun, Tahir, had been taken from him, and he would not let another know the sun's warmth until his own was returned.

The storms had raged across the whole forest ever since.

Tahir knew the legend well. It was his story after all.

The thick mud sucked his aching legs down with every step, the heavy rain beat against his back, the winds tangled his loose and wild hair about his wedding dress's skirts. The ice of the storm was beat out by his burning fury.

The Distant Sun would soon rise for the first time in months. It's meager light wouldn't cut through the storm or the twisted boughs of the trees, but it's return was chosen to be the symbol of his union to the monster at the heart of this forest.

Tahir was dead. He had been for so long that not a single soul remembered what the Near Sun felt like.

Tahir was new and alive. A supposed reincarnation meant to be given as offering and apology to the Great Dragon.

He marched onward, the sword that killed the Sun gripped in his hands. It's heavy blade dragged in the soil. His shoulders burned from the effort of pulling it's massive weight.

The dragon had slayed each and every one of the brides sent to replace his Sun. Their bodies desecrated by his carnivorous teeth before their remains were dropped at the feet of Tahir's shrine. The blood still stained the grout when Tahir of the Rising Sun was raised into being their god.

He remembered asking the priests about the stains when he was just a boy. They said they were a sign of his husband's love for him. That the other brides were given to him as offerings so their blood may make him strong for his duty at his husband's side.

The clearing around the dragons den yawned before him, the eye of the storm a thick splotch of suffocated light as the concealed sun struggled to shine through the whirlpool clouds.

He would not be another rejected bride.

"Daeodon!" he called his husband's true name. He'd been hip height when the word was whispered into his ear for the first time. His hair had been braided with flowers, the barely there nubs of his horns painted, his robes decorated in so many beads he had trouble standing under their weight, before he was left in the dragon's shrine alone for a week of isolated prayer.

He called the name again, his mouth still open to demand the beast face him when the storm above ruptured.

The earth shook with the thunder of the great dragon god's landing. His mighty wings blotted the hidden sun's meager light. his tusks and horns glowed with lightning, his very breath fogged the rain saturated air with light.

His eyes, pinpricks of silver against the thick black hide of his mighty countenance, landed on Tahir and the storm froze. It's howling winds stilling like they're been caught by their necks. The constant rumble of rain went silent.

"Tahir -" His voice sounded like a bass drum. It was felt more than heard. His head lowered, his wings folded, he took a step forward and on his animal face there was hope. "My Sunlight -"

Tahir had had his everyday decided for him from the moment he was born. His every second accounted for so that he may perfectly fill a dead man's place in a monster's bed. He had never known hope.

He swung the blade. The beast recoiled as a gash of dripping crimson cracked the side of his face.

"Speak that name again!" Tahir demanded, his throat already raw from screaming "See if your prayers are what will make him stop his rotting!"

He had never so much as twirled a staff, but his rage proved to be equal to any amount strength built through action. Again the sword cut the air between them. Again the idiot beast recoiled instead of ran. Those animal eyes filled with shock as though he had never once thought the man who preyed his hatred of him every morning would dare raise a weapon instead of just accepting his death.

The blade was heavier than anything he had ever been allowed to attempt to carry. It's tip failed to raise when Tahir tried once more to cut through the monsters neck. His every muscle burned. The weight of it pulled him to his knees in the disgusting mud.

Daeodon stepped to pin the sword that would be his death into the soil. His thick hoof bleeding where it cut into him as he leaned to close the space between them. His marred snout twisted in a snarl.

"What kind of beast are you?" he growled before finally charging.

The breath was beat from Tahir's chest, Daeodon's thick nose colliding with his ribs as the monster ripped him from the earth with nothing but the strength of his stout neck. His tusks pressed into Tahir's sides, panic made him scramble to dig his dulled nails into the wounds across Daeodon's face only for his efforts to be ignored like a fly on an elephants back in the seconds it took for Daeodon to pick a tree to charge.

Tahir had never felt the thorns of the plants that grew within the gardens dedicated to him. He felt the agony of his back colliding with the trunk of an ancient tree. It shocked through him. His every bone shook in its place as his ribs threatened to crack under the impact. His abdomen screamed with what would be dark bruising. His life saved from being crushed out of him only by merit of the monster's tusks becoming ensnared in the twisting wood. Daeodon thrashed to get free, his teeth grinding deep against the soft of Tahir's gut.

"Your tears will not work- What Are you!?" He demanded. He kicked at the tree, uncaring if he caught one of Tahir's legs beneath his hooves. "How Dare you use his face- How dare you cry with his voice."

Finally he ripped free, leaving Tahir to collapse once more. He couldn't breathe through his sobbing. He had wanted to die valorous, but he hadn't wanted this agony to accompany it. He could barely stand laying in the mud, his every inch ached like his bones would be ripping through his skin if he dared to look.

"Stop!" Daeodon demanded his hoof coming down close enough to Tahir's head for it to catch and yank in his hair.

He didn't mean to scream, he didn't know what else to do when all that came was more and more pain.

"I said Stop. Stop. Whatever prize you came her for you may have it just stop-" he tried to nose at Tahir's side, an animal attempt at defusing a situation neither of them were equipped to handle, only to react to Tahir flinching away from him in fear like it was another sword swing. "Please stop. I can't stand that sound. Cry with anyone else's voice. Please."

"I only have the one voice!" Tahir screamed at him, his fading strength being put into shoving away from the beast.

"It's not your voice-" he was shut up by a weak kick at his jaw, as though it had had a fraction of the force behind it that Daeodon had used to bodily throw him. "Please, just stop-"

He nuzzled Tahir's side where the bruising was already darkest. The press was agony, Tahir grabbed him by his tusks as he attempted escape only for one of those mighty hooves to come to pin his legs.

"Hold still, just hold still, please let me heal you. You know I can't stand the sound of your crying." Daeodon's might wavered in his tone, like he too was on the verge of collapse from their one sided battle.

"Just fucking kill me-"

"No. No. Tahir, never. Please just be quiet." he groveled like he didn't know who he was talking to anymore. "Please it will be all alright. You will be ok. Please just stop crying.

Tahir's response was lost to the bright shock that erupted through his chest. His battle for consciousness being lost along side it.

[darkside-creats]

The Kin are your people. The children of Earth, the steppe people that work here day and night.

Mask by @blahberry-pancake

[snuffedcat]

Requested by anon! I lost the ask somehow?? But hopefully I remember it correctly.. “adult sapphic fem, hyper fixated on nature / space”? It was something along those lines! Thank you Anon for your request!! :D this is right up my valley, and hopefully it’s up to expectations.

︵ ₊ Name :: Nova , Nebula , Lyra , Solara , Juno , Mercury , Willow , Fern , Cedar , Ivy , Ember , abyss , altair , astra , comette , knox , stella , stardust , jupiter , skye , pluto , milkyway, verta, clover, honey, oak , cedar , river , fawn

︵ ₊ pronouns :: she/zir/em/faer/space/planet/universe/nebula/star/shine/heat/void/cosmo/nova/astro/supernova/glow/abyss/antenna/scurry/fossil/dino/alien/spaceships/ufo/moon/ring/🌍/🌙/🪐/👽/bug/beetle/moth/deer/faun/doe/wild/leave/rain/dawn/garden/florence/flora/grass/moss/nature

︵ ₊ terms :: prn who shines in the night, prn of stars, the cosmos, bathed in the glow, dancing through saturn's rings. the star gazer, shooting star, the orbiter, prn who comes from the woods, prn who sings with birds

︵ ₊ genders :: all of the following have feminine twist to them! Stariverusa, lumicattic, lavendercosmic, multivercous, universpacic, rainynightgender, stargrapegender, spacecatdoggender, moongender, starmarked, fidgetcubic, snowstarthing, swirllstaremojigender, lumigender, consentellunyx, nocturlance, earthic, stormcomifc, purplestaric, galaxic, bloomgirl, sungirl, sproutgender, stonerthing, stargirl, biolumistarric, vinegender, pillbuggender, froggender, leafdripsoundic, foremizzlen, goblincoric, genderuttumna, dandedappline, foreststaric, forestcoric, naturegender, plantgender, floragender, komorebian, floradeeric, forestgender, naturebodiment, mossgender, naturecomfic, dreamgender, rainsleepic, hangingstaric, shakergender, rainydream,

︵ ₊ Presentation :: fem presenting. Presents as adult, snail, and alien.

︵ ₊ cisIDs :: Snail, ADHD, writer, artist, painter, harmless, kind

︵ ₊ transIDs :: autismseverity (worse), fully non-human, wheelchair user, forearm crutches user, service dog, biology researcher, biology major, Asian, time traveler, astronaut, alien, minus weight, cryptic, cryptozoologist, historian, warmbodytemp, transsummer, leafshaped pupil, planet shaped pupil, childhood, drooling, college grad, DPD, Schizotypal

︵ ₊ otherIDs :: tris autism, permahydrated, permacozy, perma living in forest, permaharmless, permaunharmed, permaadult, permaessa, sapphic

︵ ₊ ageID :: perma27

︵ ₊ physical age :: 27

︵ ₊ age requirements :: treat as adult

︵ ₊ species ID :: snail, alien, beetle, cryptic

︵ ₊ physical species :: snail, human

︵ ₊ disorders / MUDs :: DPD, Schizotypal, MAA, GDS, CNSD, has a condition similar to GDS but with nature, adhd, autism

︵ ₊ symptoms that stand out :: Very hyperactive and manic when it becomes nighttime- will often try to stay awake only at night, misses big events in life due to space/nature, has a delusion that one of her stuffies is her child, has delusion that her ESSA talks to her

︵ ₊ paras :: 🍯🐾⚾️���� 📚🌱🌧️

︵ ₊ functions :: interest holder, happiness holder, obliviousness holder, academic productivity

︵ ₊ sources :: N/A

︵ ₊ kins :: willow from TOH, shelly from DW

︵ ₊ aesthetics :: goblincore, cottagecore, aliennature, twillightcore, art academia, art nouveau, bloomcore, fantasy astronomy, green academia, whimsigothic

︵ ₊ likes :: all things Space, all things Nature, books, painting, earths history, bugs, journaling, learning

︵ ₊ dislikes :: ppl who are mean to bugs, debates, loud noises, misinformation, beef jerky, ham

︵ ₊ music :: crane wives, the oh hellos, the amazing devil, comso sheldrake, the paper kites, hozier, florence + the machine. folk music

︵ ₊ boundaries :: no loud noises, do not talk negative about interest, no reality checking unless trusted, be careful with touch, dont correct her during rants

︵ ₊ notable traits :: she is very bad at understanding social situations, cares deeply about those around her but sometimes cant express it right, often has a flat tone of voice

︵ ₊ appearance :: darker skin with freckles, long green hair that's commonly put up into a ponytail/pigtails/braid/two braids, snail like antennas, snail shell backpack, dresses in earthy clothes with a gothic twist, sometimes dresses whimsigoth

︵ ₊ typing quirks :: h🌿ll🪐 h🪐w are 🌱🪐u?

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︵ ₊ hex codes :: 9b7ba7 84a77b 3e423d dcc3e7 719593

︵ ₊ sign offs :: 🍃⛅️🏞️🌱🌿 🧺🐌🚀🪐🌕🌑☄️🛸

︵ ₊ other notes :: she's overall a very sweet and caring gal!!

[kthecritter]

May we have a faun (deer) kin wallpaper for our tablet! No pressure, and absolutely not forced.

-Ford

here you go, I hope you enjoy! did soft cottagecore themes since you didn’t mention a theme