#i sometimes like to knead my pillow or blanket as a stim

[we-are-other]

My identity as a feline impacts my day-to-day life in many ways.

I'm autistic, and many of my stims involve doing catlike things such as meowing.

I love meat (especially fish and shrimp) and often get cravings for it. Sushi is one of my favorite foods. My mother made a delicious ham for Christmas this year, and I ate a lot of it. I often feel sad that I can't eat most meats raw, and I wonder what they would taste like.

Speaking of food, I'm fictionkin, and my fictotype (Sydney Sargent from Camp Here & There) is cursed to only be able to eat buttered bread, so sometimes I find myself craving buttered bread too.

My shifts tend to get more intense around the full moon, since I'm a werecat.

I like to make a den out of blankets and pillows, especially in the wintertime. I also like sitting in boxes, and enclosed spaces in general.

I love being stroked and gently scratched on my head and back, though I only let people do this if I'm very close with them.

I feel dysphoric almost all the time. I miss my tail, my fur, my whiskers, my claws... I wish that this body reflected what I really am. Wearing a tail eases the dysphoria somewhat, but at the same time makes it worse because it can't move of my own will or feel sensations.

My fictotype loves mushrooms, so whenever I see a mushroom I stop to admire it. They make me happy.

Being called a cat or being compared to a cat is incredibly euphoric for me.

I like to make jokes about my fictotype and being fictionkin, and it's really affirming when people joke about it back to me.

Many times, I forget that I don't have wings, or that I can't jump as high as cats are supposed to. I get the urge to fly, or to jump onto a surface I definitely can't jump to, and when I remember that I can't, it makes me sad.

When I get angry, I wave my arm back and forth because I don't have a tail to lash.

I rub my face on my plushies, like a cat scent marking things. I like to make them smell like me, even if I can't smell my own scent in the way that another cat could.

I miss people from my source, even though many of them didn't treat me well.

I like to knead on my blankets and pillows. It helps me feel calm.

Overall, there are good sides and bad sides to being nonhuman and fictionkin, but it's part of who I am, and I'm proud of that.

--Sydney/Simon; he/it; werecat, Sydney Sargent fictionkin, and winged shapeshifting cat; minor

We are other

[aswallowimprisoned]

Restless far from a Wine Dark sea - Alt prompt Broken Bones

The vampiric merman has a particular craving for an unusal food, but he requests it politely, and is very happy to recieve it.

Tw captivity, injury mention, restraints, Dead Dove Jewish vampiric whumpee

Coming to the end of @medwhumpmay!

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“Dr Freid… I was talking to Mr Logan about what I can eat, and while it’s true that, being vampiric, only human blood can really sustain me, but I… sometimes get cravings for other stuff and it is not absolutely necessary but…” The merman stuttered. Elias let him get his words out with an encouraging expression. “But, you know how I broke my arm?”

“Your arm got broken before you came here, yes…” Elias wondered where this was going.

“Before. Yes. Well, mer need human blood because blood is the life force of the body. And blood has all the nutrients we need to replace damage to muscles, because muscles are made out of a kind of blood… “ Fogal watched Elias carefully for his reaction, and Elias kept his face friendly neutral. It seemed like faulty medicine, but the merman knew how to look after himself even if the medical theory behind it didn’t make sense.

"As I need to regrow bone, I need to eat some bone” the merman finished, “Not human bone! Just any bone. I usually use fishbone. Not that I do this very often.” He rambled.

Elias was willing to let him try it if he wanted. Fishbone was unlikely to be harmful, and it would be interesting to see if it actually worked.

“That seems like a reasonable request Fogal, thank you for telling me that's what you need…”

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“So, as you requested, we ground up the fishbone and added a bit of water…” Elias tipped the bowl to let the merman see the crushed fishbone. Fogals’s eyes were as big as coins as he gazed longingly at the strange paste. Wow. He must really want it.

“We have to keep you restrained unfortunately, so I will use this long handled spoon to give it to you…” Elias showed the merman the rubber coated spoon, then dug a small amount of the paste out of the bowl.

The merman looked sideways at the spoonful of paste, but his posture was less suspicious and more like a chicken sizing up a delicious morsel. It was a refreshing change of pace to see the normally deeply-repressed merman engage in almost playful behaviour.

Elias brought it towards him, and the sea monster slowly leaned forwards to accept the mouthful. He leaned back, chewing ferociously considering the paste was near smooth. He was probably gaining a sensory experience.

“Does it… taste good?”

“No.” Fogal answered, “But the merbrain wants it.”

“That makes sense. Do you want another spoon?”

“Yes please, Dr Freid.” Fogal seemed to remember his self-enforced propriety.

Elias held the spoon out again. Fogal slid half the paste off the spoon with his teeth, leaving the bowl of the spoon still filled with bone paste, but quickly returned to swipe the last of the paste up. He seemed happy and focused on his task, tongue flicking out slightly to lick his teeth.

At the third spoon, Fogal bit the rubber-coated spoon gently to investigate the texture, rhythmically balling his hands up into his sheet like a cat kneading a blanket.

“Peaceful.” Elais’ co-anthropologist commented through the comms, “As with when we washed him, I wonder if eating is tapping into a part of the brain where he feels safer to stim. You should encourage it more in your therapeutic sessions.”

Elias gave the nearest camera a tiny nod, and smiled as the merman took half of a fourth spoon, licked the remainder, then sat back against his pillows.

“Done.” He said simply.

“That’s all you want for now?” Elias confirmed.

“Done. No more, thank you.”

“Very well Fogal, I’ll let you get to sleep in that case…”

a/n adding to the 'cute whump' tag. Like this kind of thing is cute, but also fucked up? He's being looked after and having a moment of happiness, but he is still very much in captivity. idk I like it

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[i-have-the-zoomies]

cringe culture is dead I use neopronouns when I was 14 I would pretend to have a cat ears and tail that slowly became a coping mechanism and now I usually subconsciously feel phantom cat ears especially when stressful things r happening . Can literally feel them lay flat against my head when something bad happens . Sometimes when I get super happy I pretend I can purr. Sometimes I knead or bite my blanket. I have big stim bursts that consist of me flailing around in my bed and making weird noises. Usually it's full body stimming like I wiggle I'll kick my legs I'll flail my arms I'll headbutt my pillow etc . cats r based I too would run around and chase little balls that jingle . I'm so neurodivergent its insane