#nonhuman pregnancy

[swelling-ftm-belly]

My Werewolf & Me

You took me raw and quick a few months ago, for the first time. I’ve known you for a while in your human form, you used to stalk and hang around the diner where I worked shifts, you used to sit behind a table and pretend to not watch me from afar, while I knew your stare was resting heavily on my body. You watched me, so intent, I walked by you many times and caught a glimpse of you staring at my butt, so hungrily. 

I thought you were a creep but couldn't help being weirdly drawn to you. Your intense, brownish eyes sent goosebumps down my spine, and the way you licked your lips when our eyes met. You had red flags all over you.

But here I was, on my back, legs wrapped around you, you massive cock buried deep inside me. You growled in my ear how you have been celibate for ages, for ages didn’t get to release your seed. I was too horny to pay attention to the way your body transformed, how you grew a full coat of fur, while you were above me pressing my body with your weight, thrusting into me, the tip of your cock breaking into my cervix. It was too late when I realised I was having sex with a big, hairy, horny werewolf.

Your cock was stretching my tight hole to the max, and I was eager to take you all in - I was a prude before I met you, it was as if you had awakened a deep desire within me, to be filled with your cock. You looked deeply into my eyes while you were mounting me, your face was totally a wolf’s, except your eyes which I recognised, I was moaning, my moans got so high that you put your clawed, furry hands over my mouth, while increasing the pace of your thrusts as if you were on a mission. You pressed me hard as if afraid I’d leave, and I wouldn’t.

You were as surprised as me of how eagerly, hungrily I was taking you inside, I wrapped my legs tighter around you to gesture my willingness, so you deepened your thrusts, your shaft going all the way out then all the way in with great rigor, I let out muffled screams, my tight and small belly being taken over by your enormous, lustful member. I felt it twitch and pulsate, and I knew what was coming.

I was being creampied by a werewolf. I felt your hot thick load fill my womb and expand it, you kept ejaculating ropes of hot semen, I was glad to take all that warmth. It was a warmth that my cold, empty womb longed for. 

I felt my lower belly expand, filling up with your semen, and when I thought you’d pull out and let it all spill, you knotted me. 

For the next few days I walked around carrying your semen inside me, my lower belly already showing a slight bump. When I didn't see you at the diner for multiple days, I began to worry that you might have abandoned me.

On my way back home one of those nights, I heard a low growl and I knew it was you. In the dark I felt your strong, big hairy arms carry my body so swiftly, you held me securely and ran taking me into the deep, dark woods.

I found myself on all four being pounded again by your massive cock. You put multiple loads in me that night. And in the morning, you took me back to town. 

I realized that you have become a full werewolf, and that you can never go back to your human life, or your human form. Just about the time that my symptoms started. I started waking up nauseous, and when I skipped work for multiple days, they let me go. And you came to find me. 

You came knocking my windows at night. You offered to take me away, but once I go with you, there won’t be going back to the human world. 

I was aware of my pregnancy. It was just so soon, it didn’t take you long to knock me up, massively. My human womb was so eager to carry and grow your pups. I just knew then that it didn’t make sense for me to live in the human world when I was carrying my werewolf’s litter in my belly.

You carried me as you did the other night to your hiding place in the woods. I found that you already prepared it for me, for a human to feel comfortable and satisfied. Once I settled in, you provided me with food. We started fucking.

Over the coming days, my nausea would subside and the pregnancy hormones would drive me even more crazy for your cock. And you were quite pleased with it. You kept me safe, cared for and well fed, while taking me raw and breeding me whenever you wanted. My belly was swelling with multiples, and it didn’t take long to be so massively pregnant that I could barely move.

I delivered your 4 pups that summer, and once mh belly was empty, you kept breeding me until I swelled again, and so soon, with another litter. I knew then that my werewolf was going to keep me pregnant, giving him as many pups as he wanted. 

[a-twistedheartslonging]

Monster boys being happy when yuu's period is late thinking they successfully impregnated them, but no. Yuu has been steadily swelling up because their diet has been delaying their period. The moment they lay off the vinegars and lemon juice everything is back to normal. Cue the boys being disappointed but finding new determination for next time.

I know certain animals can smell when you're pregnant and it's why some pets will get all sniff sniffy and protective of their pregnant owners' belly.

But I'm thinking of a beasty boy dramatically falling to the floor, ears drooping, and tail between his legs as he starts whining.

[gummysharksafterdark]

Need alien f/o to mate with me….. need him to fill me with his clutch….

[pregnantbfdiyuri]

bfb flower if she went into labor unexpectedly, having to push by herself I think...

[asqadia-banthen]

we love having pregnancy scares 🥰

[otherkin-confessional]

ive been getting this weird feeling and i dont know what else to do with it, so i found this blog and im just gonna say it

im afab and ive known since i was a little girl that i never ever wanted to get pregnant or have kids, to this day pregnancy seriously terrifies me. but after realizing im a therian/otherkin and meeting the stray cat mom my grandma was taking care of, i had a thought.

i kept thinking i had some kind of maternal instincts/feelings for the kittens, especially after their mother disappeared and it was just my grandma taking care of them. and i realized that if i was a cat, i would be a lot more comfortable with childbirth/having offspring, and would probably enjoy motherhood a lot more.

when i thought about being a mom as a human is was horrible and scary and i would never want to go through that, but as a cat i think i wouldve loved to. i could be a good cat mom.

idk if thats weird or if anyone else has experienced this? im still very young (only 15 as of writing this) ive never seen anyone else talk about something like this. idk.

the kittens are long gone now but i was just thinking about it yknow

🔮

[starsailor-kinthepast]

I really want to write a piece on my relationship with pregnancy/offspring as... whatever I am... but I feel so caught in the perfectionism and "it has to be good for the community" prospects of it all... does anyone have any suggestions on how to deal with that?

[roundrabbit]

some stuff from between 2021 and 2022, including two requests from Patreon and @ruhrohreoh 's OC Opal.

[seerschaos]

i’ve seen a lot on the topic of nonhuman packers and sexual wellness the last couple of days, but what about reproductive wellness as a whole?

any other nonhumans crave pups? to have children with another partner of the same species?

and by that i mean another consenting human with the same nonhuman type.

cause oh hell, i do. i already have a packer from my own species, so i’m well off in that area. but pups? i would die to have a litter of my own. opinions on this? on wanting to nurture children the same way your species would? about pregnancy and birth as a nonhuman? about partnership? i think these are also important opinions and thoughts to spread around as well, within adult alterhuman spaces

this is something I've personally been struggling with. i’ve seen many people, even other nonhumans calling these odd or wrong thoughts to be having, about not wanting human kids unless they’re actually your pups.

i think it’s a normal thing to want, as a nonhuman. as long as everyone is consenting and comfortable. what do y’all think? is it wrong to want to have a nonhuman partner? the same nonhuman type as you? and to want to reproduce with that consenting partner?

i’m genuinely also asking for therian’s opinions on this. i have a more humanoid type (orc/werewolf mix), so i can’t speak for nonhumans with full animal types. genuinely curious to hear other thoughts on this. (and anytime i talk about nonhuman reproduction in this post, i’m specifically talking about humans who identify as nonhumans, not actual animals, obviously.)

[hush-writes-preg]

Spooky Season Day #22

Summary: [Dominant AFAB reader] A classic werewolf attack (and breeding) with a twist-- sometimes even a werewolf will bite off more than it can chew. Wordcount: 1,760

Themes: Werewolf breeding, werewolf pregnancy, nonhuman pregnancy, outdoor sex, dominant pregnant individual

You started your day searching for wood, but apparently the universe had a weird sense of humor, because it gave you something else entirely.

The forest just outside your tiny village held plenty of firewood, but few dared to venture far into its dark, imposing depths. Hushed stories spoke of faeries and monsters and all sorts of fantastical beasts just waiting to snap up a distracted traveler. Even hunters shied away from it, no matter how lean times got, unwilling to risk their lives to the unknown.

You, however, didn't care much for such campfire stories. You could handle yourself. You might be short and wiry, but the years you'd spent working the farm with your father and brothers had honed the feminine form you'd been born with into one just as rugged and masculine as theirs. You'd proven yourself through many a rough-and-tumble brawl with the other village boys, too. Nobody would guess from a simple glance that your clothing hid secrets.  

And you preferred it that way.  

You'd gathered half a load of wood when you heard the crunch of a twig snapping somewhere behind you. You didn't react, for you'd been listening to whatever-it-was for some time. Something dogged your heels, something quick and quiet and following you with the ruthless persistence of a predator, but you didn't feel fear. If anything, the prospect of a good fight left your nerves humming with anticipation.

Leaves shifted. The faint chitter of birdsong quieted.  

Your fingers tightened around your axe as you subtly shifted your weight, ready for whatever might come.  

The first blow came at your right shoulder, but your stalker hadn't expected you to be prepared when it finally pounced. 

The two of you tumbled across the forest floor, grappling for dominance in a heated dance that could mean the difference between life and death. Claws tore at your clothes, and wicked teeth snapped inches from your fragile human skin, but you gave as good as you received, blocking the worst of its attacks with the haft of your axe and landing a few blows of your own.

In retrospect, you probably shouldn't have won that fight. The creature stood over a head taller than you, its body heavily corded with muscle, but you moved with an agility that it couldn't hope to match. So when the blade of your axe somehow found the vulnerable curve of its throat, it had no choice but to freeze.

Straddling the beast's hips, you stared down at the creature beneath you, your panting breaths meeting its faint growls in a harsh melody. The burning heat of its curse-twisted form leeched into your thighs. You could feel it flex its powerful body, testing your weight and the sharpness of your weapon. It was large and furry, and reeked of a unique combination of fresh sweat and musk that made something jolt in your gut.

A werewolf.

You've subdued a freaking werewolf.

You should have been terrified, yet you couldn't draw your eyes away from the fearsome creature.

The werewolf stared back, its dark gaze fathomless above a long, furred snout. Its black nose twitched with an obvious inhale.

Then its eyes narrowed.

"What, didn't think you could be bettered, pup?" you sneered, leaning more of your weight against your blade. "Just because you're a little fuzzy doesn't mean I'm gonna take one look at you and run off like a spooked fawn."

A curious shudder vibrated through the creature's body even as it snarled, its dagger-like teeth bared in obvious threat.

No, not it. He.

For the furry sheath pressed intimately against your groin began to twitch and swell as you watched, revealing a hint of something red at the tip.

Your breath caught in your throat. The feral masculinity of the creature at your mercy sparked a strange heat in your belly, a kind you couldn't recall ever feeling before. Your mouth practically watered at the sight of your attacker's arousal, and you didn't think that was normal. "Like that, did you?" You impulsively rocked your hips, rubbing yourself teasingly against him. "It's always the big, bad boys who secretly wanna be pinned down."

The werewolf's lips curled back, venom in its gaze, but the shaft nudging against your crotch jerked. 

Fuck, the friction felt good.  

You shouldn't want it, but the thought of taking that thick, alien cock inside of you left sent a surge of liquid heat through your core. 

Your trousers were already torn from the earlier scuffle, and it wouldn't take much effort at all to shift the homespun fabric a little to the side and– 

"Fertile." A single word somehow forced its way from a jaw not intended for speech, low and gravely and barely intelligible. The werewolf's long tongue lapped at its lips before it inhaled again, a whine rising from its throat.  

Fertile. 

You glanced down at the flat plane of your belly, towards the womb hidden just out of sight. Could the werewolf smell the arousal heating your blood? Or did it scent something else?  

"Smell something you like, pup?" You rubbed yourself against him again, not bothering to hide the smirk on your face as you took advantage of his helplessness. "What makes you think you can just ambush someone in the woods and take what you want without asking? Maybe you need a taste of your own medicine."

The werewolf growled again, a line of drool glistening on its muzzle. Those dark eyes remained narrowed in anger, but something feral burned there, too, something that threatened to engulf you. A fur-covered Adam's apple bobbed in its throat while the engorged shaft between its legs rose to full, glorious mast.  

Gods above and below. It wanted this as much as you did!

"Tell you what. You lay there nice and still like a good boy, and I'll take what I want. And maybe you'll get your rocks off along the way. Deal?"

That long tongue slipped out again, as much a nervous tic as it was a sign of anticipation, just before your subdued monster gave the very faintest of nods.

One hand continued holding the head of the axe to its throat while the other groped blindly between your legs, shifting just enough fabric aside to clear the way to your dripping hole. You weren't about to risk removing your trousers for this. Besides, the thought of mounting it mostly clothed only made your lust burn hotter. You unwaveringly held the werewolf's gaze as you guided the bright red head to your entrance, your breath hitching at the first nudge. "Stay," you ordered.

And just like that, you sank down.  

Oh fuck.

Oh fuck oh fuck.  

You've had a few lovers in your time, but none of them filled you as thoroughly as this bad-tempered beast. The work-toned muscles of your powerful thighs flexed like steel rope every time you lifted yourself almost free, only to impale yourself again with a pleasured grunt. 

But the werewolf wasn't a lover– no, it was nothing but a toy in this moment, and a hell of one at that.  

The thick, inhuman shaft stretching you out nearly made your eyes roll back in your head. Already the juices of your need ran slick between your thighs and dampened the creature's fur. For its part, the werewolf remained mostly still, though its clawed fingers flexed and dug deep furrows in the earth beneath it every time you ground down on its cock. Gasping, cursing, groaning, you rode your deadly plaything into the damp fall leaves, never taking your eyes off him.

"Damn, you feel good," you muttered, tossing the hair out of your eyes. "Got a nice cock for a monster. Bet you didn't expect this to happen when you jumped me, did you?"

The werewolf's hips jolted up in spite of the threat at its neck, driving it roughly into your eager body. "Smelled you," it rasped, the sound edged in a whine. "Needed it."

It smelled you? 

What was that supposed to mean?

You shoved your axe even harder against the creature's neck, slicing away fur and pressing metal to bare skin. "Shut up," you huffed, clenching your hole around it. "Don't wanna hear you while I'm getting off, you mangy mutt."

And surprisingly, it obeyed. Fur lay thick and coarse beneath your fingers as you exploited your attacker's lust for your own benefit, roughly pounding your greedy hole with its rock-hard shaft. It felt like you couldn't get enough, like you might just expire if you couldn't reach your peak. Something about the feel of the werewolf, the scent of it, the danger of its teeth and claws-- it all wound your desire tighter and tighter, like an overcoiled spring.  

It was too much. You couldn't hold back your sounds of pleasure any longer.

"Fuck, I need more," you hissed, your grip on the axe faltering and your bound chest heaving as you bared your human teeth at the werewolf. "Make me come, you flea-bitten cur!"

Maybe it was luck. Maybe it was fate. Or maybe you'd truly made the werewolf your bitch. But instead of taking advantage of your faltering attention, the creature began snapping its pelvis forward with punishing force. A strange bulge at the base of its cock, one that you'd only just noticed, demanded entrance. You weren't sure you could take it, but your hole seemed eager enough to try and swallow it up.

Your voice rose to the sky, filled with a fierce, wordless hunger that ached to be sated.  

An unearthly howl answered from the beast between your legs.

And suddenly, the knot forced its way inside of you, and your entire world shattered.

You eventually made it home that day with your firewood, a sore groin, and a belly full of werewolf seed.  

Its knot kept you tied up a bit longer than expected, but in time, you managed to pull free, unleashing a torrent of warm, sticky fluid down the inside of your trousers. The two of you scrambled apart afterward in an uneasy, unspoken truce, sharing a heated look that spoke volumes before the werewolf bounded back into the forest.  

Months passed, yet you never forgot that day, nor the feel of that deadly predator moving between your thighs. Especially once you finally realized what the beast had meant when growling about you being 'fertile'.

The next time you entered the forest, your tunic stretched over a belly swollen with werewolf pups. And the 'wood' you craved wouldn't come from any tree.

(A Spooky Season story.)

Tip Jar ✨ My Pregnancy Writing ✨ Commissions

[alteredinstincts]

TW: Sexual, mentions of pregnancy

I feel like my sexual desire is heavily tied to my nonhumanity, my kinks are part of my therianthropy.

Like yes, I’m attracted to humans, and the thought of someone breeding me is insanely hot.

But. I don’t want any human kids, get those children away from me. I want to be stuffed with a litter of pups, I want a nice big pack with the person I love.

I want a collar and a muzzle and someone to tell me how good I’m doing. I want a nice knot, both in the give and taking sense(depending on the day).

I don’t think that’s too much to ask.

[year-of-whump-tropes]

Possible weekly themes

Living Weapon Whump

Carewhumper/nice handler

Defiant Whumpee

For the greater good

Dehumanization

emotion removal/repression

Orders and obedience

Intimate Whumper

Touch/physically affectionate whumper

Yandere whumper

Emotional manipulation

demanding behaviors/reciprocation from Whumpee

Creepy whumper

Abusive partner

Love confession/breakup

Pregnancy/miscarriage

Mind control/Possession Whump

Drugs

Hypnosis

Telepathy/Mind-control powers

Tech-based mind control

Parasitic possession

Supernatural possession

Guilt

Sickfic

Flu

Fever

Poison

Sick while with Whumper

Care/treatment

Various illnesses/afflictions (i.e. the week can have a different sickness as each day's theme)

Conditioning/Brainwashing

Trigger/activation words

Punishments

Indoctrination

Conditioned whumpee with Caretaker

Process of conditioning/getting conditioned

Post-conditioning/fully conditioned/brainwashed

Deconditioning

Recovery

Nightmares

Triggers

Regression

Bedrest

Relearning/reclaiming things

trust & safety

Caretaking/comfort

Captivity

Tied up/restraints

Sensory deprivation/restriction

Basement whump

Possessive whumper

torture/abuse

non-physical restraints/control

Imprisonment

Hero/Villain Whump

On the run

Stuck together

"reformation"

Overworked/pushed too hard

Alliances & enemies

disproportionate retribution

Superpower whump

Pet Whump

Collars

Caged

Institutionalized pet whump

"training"

Taking pet whumpee places/showing them off

gilded cage

dehumanization

Team Whump

Separation

Bound/trapped together

Self-sacrifice

betrayal/abandonment

Hiding wounds

Ransom/bait

Unhealthy/harmful team dynamics

Magic Whump

Curses

Nonhuman whumpee/whumper

Magical whumper

Magic with side effects

Immortal whump

Used for their magic

Tiny whump

Magical/supernatural deprivation

magic with a price

Role Changes

Whumper-turned-whumpee

Whumpee-turned-whumper

Whumpee-turned-caretaker

Caretaker-turned-whumper

Whumper-turned-caretaker

caretaker-turned-whumpee

Submit ideas in the askbox! (Or anyplace where I'll be sure to see it.) I will update this as suggestions come in, so make sure you're looking at the root post to see the most recent version of the list.

[whereserpentswalk]

We need more single sex human civilizations in sci fi and fantasy. If people have super advanced tech or magic, at least a few of them are going to augment reproduction in weird ways.

Like imagine being in the far future and going to a planet where humans have used artifical sperm for pregnancies for so long until the point where they don't really have amab people anymore. What would that even look like? What would the people there think of amab humans?

Or being in a fantasy world and going to some far northern kingdom where vast armies are produced by magic of exclusively amab warriors, and the practice is so ingrained that's the entire population now. They don't even really know what afab people and child are, when they see them they just think of them as another nonhuman race.

Idk. Just having thoughts.

[swallowedburningcoals]

★ HELLO !

you can call me SEREN. i am an adult genderqueer lesbian who uses he/she/it pronouns. i am also a writer and an artist. this is my whump sideblog! i torture my ocs and my faves here :)

MY FAVORITE TROPES: gore, torture, captivity, sadism/masochism, lab whump, medical whump, tough whumpee, nonhuman whump, recovery, hurt/comfort, trauma, lady whump, creepy whumper, and so, so much else. i like to dabble in almost everything!

MY DISLIKES: vomit, pregnancy, familial dynamics, anything involving children. the first two are triggers. i will also not write explicit nsft content here, however, i will write suggestive content.

i don't have a DNI, i'm accepting of all (nice) people! however, YOU'RE gonna wanna avoid me if gore and/or torture upset you. that's basically all i do here. additionally, i block ALL emeto-focused accounts for my own safety. i'm also okay with k!nk/nsft-focused accounts interacting/following, even if i don't post that sort of stuff myself.

ALWAYS LOOKING FOR MUTUALS! ASKS/DMS ALWAYS OPEN! I follow back from @/sen.nam.ybelo.ved (which is a se.lf.shi.p blog, don't judge me) (MASTERLISTS CAN BE FOUND BELOW THE CUT!)

my prompts.

tba.

[virgin-martyr]

More often than not, the kitchen has been designated as a feminine space. Kitchen appliances, in turn, are often seen as extensions of the female body to which a range of temperatures and climatic conditions (ice cold, frigid, smoking hot, wet, dry, etc.) are disproportionately attributed. The colloquial expression for pregnancy “to have a bun in the oven,” though not complimentary insofar as it equates a pregnant woman with a household appliance, provides a telling example of a long-standing link between procreation, gestation, and kitchen technology. The phrase imagines the womb as an oven and, by the same logic, the oven as a womb, similar to “The Gingerbread Man” and other folktales of high-carb homunculi cooked up by women in the kitchen. Andrzej Zulawski’s Possession (1981), “a fairytale for grown-ups” according to the director, falls within that tradition, although instead of a bun in the oven, the story features a body in the refrigerator, and instead of piping-hot runaway baked goods, the woman of the house prepares a tentacular, glutinous golem through a miscarriage of groceries and bodily secretions expelled in the tunnels of the Berlin U-Bahn during an ecstatic trance. The aberrant offspring of a body in crisis disrupts a marriage, an affair, and two kitchens. When considered in relation to perishable food distribution, refrigerator-related household duties, and the desire of a woman to say “I” for herself, the miscarriage-birth emerges as an abject expression of identities both human and nonhuman, of a woman who runs hot and cold, and of refrigerators and their unspeakable contents.

Marc Oliver, excerpt from Household Horror: Cinematic Fear and the Secret Life of Everyday Objects

[whumpy-wyrms]

Whump intro post!

hi whumpblr! i'm Jay (he/it/xe) and i've been lurking in the whump community for over a year now and finally decided to make my own whump blog! i plan start posting some of my writing and art soon. i've liked whump all my life, but didn't find the word or community since may 2022. i'm also interested in giant/tiny and might reblog or draw that stuff too (might make a side blog for g/t specifically, idk). i'm a minor (17) so there will never be any nsfw here.

(EDIT: i’m now an adult (my birthday is march 12) but there still won’t be any nsfw here, and i will tag anything related to gore/body horror. i also now have a g/t sideblog which is @tiny-wyrms!)

i have a whole whump series i've been planning for over a year and just finished writing the first chapter of (and posted a few chapters!!) Also, i hate unhappy endings so everything i write i will try to give a satisfying ending. i've never shown my writing or ocs to anyone before, so i'm super nervous but also excited! here's a little synopsis of what i have planned :P

The Last Lab Rat: Dew's relatively normal and boring life changed when he was kidnapped by a mad scientist named Anton, who planned to use Dew as his new human test subject for experiments. Dew, who is scared out of his mind, now has to try gaining his captor’s trust while he slowly plans his escape, all while enduring experiments that make him not quite human anymore.

There's also a whumpee-turned-caretaker, Max, who shows up later but i'm not gonna talk about them just yet to avoid spoilers :)

general content warnings for TLLR: lab whump, wing whump, eye whump, mind control, captivity, torture, experimentation, immortality, clones, ghosts, carewhumper, transgender whumpee

also there's a little doodle of Dew i made :))

here’s some of my favorite whump blogs: @whumpsday @jordanstrophe @avvail-whumps @whumpwillow @painsandconfusion @suspicious-whumping-egg @oddsconvert @shywhumpauthor @wolfeyedwitch @whump-me-all-night-long

favorite tropes: carewhumpers (whumpers who caretake)!! fear, begging, manhandling, kidnapping, captivity, drugging, restraints, gags, mind control, nonhuman characters (alien, vampires, werewolves, ghosts, fae etc.), whumper turned caretaker, sadistic whumpers, defiant whumpees, fearfully compliant whumpees, immoral characters, lab whump, tiny whump, sci-fi and fantasy whump, nightmares, hurt/comfort, happy endings, curruption and redemption arcs, gore, cannibalism, pet whump

dislikes/meh (things i probably won't write or read about, but there can always be exceptions) (aka things that usually don’t give me whumperflies): made to watch/hurt, broken/conditioned whumpees, conditioning, dehumanization, major character deaths, religious whump, stoic whumpees, unhappy endings, sickfics, hurt/no comfort, BBU, institutionalized pet whump or slavery, whump without whumpers, parental/family member whumpers or caretakers

squicks (things i will never interact with): extreme animal abuse or child abuse, pregnancy whump, forced infantilization, bigoted characters (transphobic or ableist whumpers specifically), explicit nsfw whump/noncon/dubcon (i’m fine with reading it if it’s just mentioned or not described in detail), anything in my dni

really excited to finally start being part of the community! :D