#they have me howling barking etc etc

[hellcatsandcars]

i'm so sorry about the unholy, unspeakable things alex's hair makes me want to do to him...

[zoppa682]

For any nonhumans struggling with species dysphoria, I want to help you all as much as I can. I've been experiencing it all week. It can be quite exhausting and put you in a lot of distress, in my case. X(

Here are some tips I'd recommend to help:

1. Mimic the diet of your kintype/theriotype. You are a shark? Eat seafood. A dragon? Maybe try to burn some food a little (or turn it black like my own preference if you want). You kin a character from [Insert source]? Try recreating foods/dishes from their world or dimension.

2. Listen to relatable music. I'd recommend making a playlist of any songs that feel species affirming/euphoric, or even echo that dysphoria further, therefore turning it relatable. (Few of my favorites are Bones by Imagine Dragons, Control by Halsey, Ancient Dreams in a Modern Land by MARINA, Momento Mori by Fish in a Birdcage, among other songs that feel therian coded to me).

3. Do vocals. Howling, barking, screeching, or roaring are very relieving if you are in the correct space to do them! If you are in a quite space or do not want to out yourself to anyone, try purring, growling, hissing, or other unnoticeable sounds. You have an object kintype? Mimic the sounds of the object, like beeping, clicking, etc. (I personally make microwave sounds just because it is fun). Recite voice lines of your kintype from the source they are in. Mimic their voice and volume to match.

4. Move and physically act like your kintype/theriotype. Quadrobics, mimic the flapping of wings, walk bidepedally, whatever you do, turn your mannerisms and motion to reflect your kintype/theriotype.

5. Dress like your kintype/theriotype. Is your kintype a character? Cosplay them, or mimic their clothing style, clothing color, hairstyle, etc. If they have tattoos, scars, or patterns on their body, copy them on your physical form with paint or pens. (PLEASE USE NON TOXIC MATERIALS. STUFF SAFE FOR YOUR HUMAN SKIN.) Are you a species of animal(s)? Dress in your species' colors, or, once again, paint or color yourself like it/them. Are you perhaps any other form of creature or object? You can use the same tips as the others, and another idea that works for all is that you can buy costume pieces of your kintype/theriotype. Masks, headbands, just normal clothing in general, the options really are infinite.

6. Express your dysphoria through artwork. I love doing art when I am heavily species dysphoric. Drawing, crafting masks, origami, painting, collages, all are forms of art. If you are skilled in music, then you could even create some songs of your own!

7. Go out and explore nature. This one is mainly targeted towards therians, whose types are grounded on the life on earth rather than other dimensions or universes, but just like the other methods, it can be universally used by any types of nonhumans. Collecting things is my favorite way of exploring nature. Collect rocks, shells, sticks, leaves, bugs, plants, anything that makes you feel more comfortable in your own (unfortunate) physical body. Stay grounded in the world around you and you may find the dysphoria slips away. Hiking and going on short walks can also help, building a den, smelling the scents of the outdoors. All great ideas that I personally recommend.

8. Write about your feelings. Whether you are good at expressing yourself through poetry, you keep a diary/journal, or you can project onto OCs for new backstory lore like I do, writing can truly help with any dysphoria. Not only that, but it is sometimes refreshing to come back later and read about what you were feeling before. It can serve as a great reminder that you are a powerful being and you will always overcome the feelings if you try.

9. Research about your kintype/theriotype. It does not matter if you are an animal, concept, or object from earth, a being from fantasy, or a character from the greatest book or show, you learn something new every day. So why not learn about yourself? Read books or watch animal documentaries of your theriotype(s), same thing for you otherkins and your fantasy species. Fictionkins can look up facts about themself as a character, their book, show, game, etc.

10. Talk and interact with other alterhumans/nonhumans. Remember, we are a community, and while you are experiencing horrible episodes of species dysphoria, there are many other beings going through the exact same thing at the exact same time. So why not talk to them about it? Share your experiences, help eachother cope, you may even connect with more individuals that way, building more relationships with others and meeting new beings.

11. Past life meditation. If you are a nonhuman who has a past life/lives, you may find comfort in meditation, where you can truly tap into what you once were, and still are in this life as well. Look to the forgotten, and turn in to remembered. Open up your past and live over again.

12. Listen to sounds. Nature sounds, voices of other characters you know from your world, vocals or sound effects of your kintype. These are all good options to turn to if you want to feel at ease with yourself.

13. Let your emotions out. Sometimes this is all you really need to do when species dysphoria hits hard. Cry, bite things, claw at pillows, LET IT OUT. There is absolutely no problem in being yourself and expressing your heavy emotions in your own, unique, nonhuman way. You may find you feel much better after.

That's all I've got, but I hope whoever/whatever reads this far has an amazing day/night. You are an amazing being, thank you for embracing yourself and living authentically. <3

[hwasoup]

Tale As Old As Time

Playlist to read along with !!

songs used for inspo: No Matter What (reprise), Wolf Chase, etc...

art credit goes to Marbipa

ooh lord, my back hurts from so much from all the typing I swear once I start writing I don't stop until it's done, any whoop I hope you enjoy this chapter as well!! Try guessing who our new characters are, they'll be introduced soon!!

like always let me know if you’d like to be tagged !

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warnings: enchanted items, fear, slight harassment, slight misogyny

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Chapter 2: The Castle

A week after departing from the village….

Mauricio happily hums a tune to himself as he directs Felipe where to go. “Ahh Felipe, can’t you taste it?? First place at the contest, I mean this contraption is very nifty, I’m sure I'll win a prize” He holds onto the reins a bit tighter as he looks around the dark woods. “Well…isn’t this lovely…if only I could recognize which woods I'm in” he says. After a while he reaches a fork in the road. He didn’t know whether to go left or to go right “well…this...is…something” he thinks for a while and looks in both directions “well then Felipe, let's go left, shall we? Let's try to get somewhere before-” Thunder rumbles in the distance..."before the storm hits.” he says while directing the horse to go on the path.

After a while the woods slowly became more spiritless, the trees started looking more shriveled, and the vegetation slowly started disappearing. The wind has picked up a bit and the thunder rumbled louder than before. Mauricio looks around a bit more and says “well where did you take us Felipe? This can’t be right?” he says blaming his decision on the poor horse. Then Howling is heard in the distance. Felipe backed up a bit looking around anxiously as he nickered some more “We should turn back around” Mauricio says.

Suddenly out of the blue he sees a wolf behind him and immediately yells “GO FELIPE GO” The Horse neighs loudly and starts galloping, Rain has started falling and lightning crackles in the sky. Mauricio didn’t even bother to look behind him as he could hear the pattering of feet and snarls behind him. He was being chased by a pack of wolves. The path in the woods slowly started disappearing and the trees became larger and thicker, the rainfall seemingly to become harder and stronger. The roots protruded in the path as the pair ran away. A branch that was in the way makes Felipe trip and fall, the wagon unlatching itself to the horse as it runs. Mauricio fell down and looked at his wagon, all of his supplies scattered, and his dear invention destroyed, but there was no time to think about that. 

He then heard a deep growl behind him and saw the wolf, he got up and ran as fast as his feet could take him and ran to the edge of a small cliff. He looked down and saw the rest of the wolves snarling at him, ready for him to jump so they could pounce at him. He sees Felipe in the distance and yells “FELIPE POR ACA, VENGA!” The horse whinnies and runs towards him, allowing Mauricio to jump and perfectly land on the horse’s back. He looks behind as he sees the pack chase him and his grip tightens on the horse’s reins. He turns back around to see a gate. “TO THE GATE FELIPE” he cries out. The horse runs as fast as its hooves can take him and the gates open allowing the pair to quickly escape and immediately closes as soon as they enter, leaving the hungry pack of wolves barking and snarling outside.

Felipe gallops until it becomes a trot as he could see a stable where he could stay. Mauricio wipes his face in relief and then gets off the horse and brings him to the stable “well let’s get you settled, at least you have some food and water…now, let me go up and uhm…” He looks up at the grandeur castle that is before him. “Greet our host...” he says in awe of the castle. As he walks up the stairs to the entrance, he wonders why can’t seem to remember this place existing or even why there was a castle here in the first place. His thoughts are replaced by the thunder booming as he needs to get inside to stay dry from the storm. 

Mauricio then arrives at the door and looks around, he can see all the lamps lit up, but nobody outside. He knocks on the door and the door creaks and opens. “Thank you, Thank-” he looks next to him and sees nobody by the door. He looks behind him as he sees the door closing on its own. Confused, he slowly walks inside the castle, he sees beside him a fireplace with a lovely chair. “Hello?” He walks a bit more and looks up and sees the intricate designs of the castle “I’m just a traveler…seeking shelter from the storm.” he says, a bit defeated. His words echo in the seemingly empty castle “Perdon por molestar…anyone home?” he says as he takes off his coat and hangs it on the coat rack. The coat rack then discreetly looks behind him and shakes off some of the water off the coat to release some weight. However, in a corner at a small table a clock and candelabra stare at Mauricio. “Damn...he must have gotten lost in the woods…” The clock smacks him quickly “shut up you idiot” she whispers.

Mauricio then turns around confused, making the two stop moving. “Excuse me?”

He then slowly walks towards the table and looks at the clock. “Oh how beautiful…” He then peeks at the candelabra and picks it up “oh how extraordinary.” Music from a piano starts playing, which makes Mauricio turn around and gently place the candelabra back down on the table. Mauricio then fixes himself and walks towards the music.

“Ooh he got some taste.” 

“Relax, he was talking about me.”

Mauricio then approaches the room where the piano was and sees it playing on its own. “Oop-” the piano says as it stops playing. Mauricio looks at the piano in awe and confusion and stutters a bit over his words. He turns back around to where he originally was and goes to approach the chair by the fireplace. “Well now, wherever you are…I’m just going to sit down and warm myself by the fire. 

In the distance there was some clattering which caught Mauricio’s ear. He quickly walks towards the noise as well to find himself in a dining room that had food by a chair. “Oh, muchas gracias…I couldn’t thank you enough.” he immediately sits down and starts eating, savoring the foods and flavors in his mouth. Then as he ate, he saw a cup on a small plate slowly approach him and he looked at it in utter awe, shock, and fear. “Daddy says I wasn’t supposed to move because it's scary…..sorry” says the cup in a little girl’s voice.

Mauricio’s eyes bulged out in shock as he quickly replied “its…it's alright…” 

He then bolted out of his seat, walking as quickly as he could to the entrance “I…uh. Cannot humbly thank you for…for your hospitality” he says while taking his coat and putting it back on. “But uh it seems to me that I…uh well. Bid you...adieu…” he says with a bow while opening the door. “And uhh…good night.” He slams the door walking as fast as he could, not knowing that someone was watching the whole time. Outside, the storm has stopped, and Mauricio quickly goes to Felipe and mounts him. With a quick thwip from the reins, Felipe galloped into the gardens. “No wait, stop, stop, stop.” The horse stops and Mauricio gets off “Roses…I nearly forgot...” He approaches the rose garden and notices that they were all white, “I promised mi niñita a rose...” Mauricio walks into the garden scoping a perfect rose for Y/N unaware of the owner lurking…watching him as he walks in the rose garden. The host quietly moves from one place to another as he sees Mauricio get closer to a rose. The horse starts nickering and whinnying in anxiousness, hoping that his owner would see his warning.

Mauricio then takes a look at one rose and smiles thinking about Y/N and brings his hands up to pluck the rose, but instead pricks his thumb with a thorn. The host growls as he sees Mauricio reach in again trying to pick out the rose. Finally, Mauricio with a smile plucks the rose for Y/N but instead hears a loud thud and a roar to see the figure in front of him. Scaring him nearly half dead and making him fall on his back. He whimpers in shock and tries to back up in utter fear “HOW DARE YOU STEAL FROM ME, I GIVE YOU SHELTER AND THIS IS WHAT I GET ?!”

Mauricio pleads to the monster in front of him. “N-no p-please, it was only a g-gift for my d-dau-daughter” he says while staring at him. “WHAT ARE YOU STARING AT?” Mauricio stutters some more. “OH, I SEE...WE’VE COME TO STARE AT THE BEAST, HAVE WE?” Mauricio looks at him and stammers some more “n-no I didn't mean to offend. I-” A low emanating growl comes from the beast as he approaches him “CALLATE, YOU’VE DONE PLENTY…NOW YOU’RE COMING WITH ME” He takes Mauricio and drags him back inside the castle. Felipe whinnies and bucks his hind legs as he tries to get the reins off of him, eventually succeeding and running off back to the village.

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A few days later…

Ben is looking through a bush where some of the leaves have started goldening and falling off, while staring at y/n’s house. “...y/n is sure to get the shock of her life...” Ben nods at Eddie and looks at himself at the puddle next to him. “Oh yes Eddie, this is definitely her lucky day!” He looks away from the bush and turns around to see everything perfectly set up. He then clears his throat to catch everyone’s attention “I would like to thank all of you for coming to my wedding, your contributions are greatly appreciated…but now I gotta go in there and well” he clears out his throat once more “propose to the girl” he says with a chuckle. The guests chuckle and laugh as well unlike the 3 women in the corner who are weeping.

“Now you Eddie, have the most important job, when I come out the door with y/n...” 

“Yea I know, I’ll strike up the band” he says a bit disinterested. As he looks at the band and makes them quickly rehearse the wedding march. 

Back in y/n’s home however, she’s sitting on a chair happily reading her book until she hears a knock on her door. She approaches it and using her father’s invention to see outside, she notices it's Ben and she groans loudly to herself. “Ok…you can do this” she says to herself in a whisper as she opens the door. “Oh, why Ben... que sorpresa...” she says with a feigned voice of interest. 

“Why isn’t it, I'm always full of surprises,” Ben added. “You know y/n there isn’t a single woman in town who would be aching to be you right now.” Y/N backs up a bit “Oh uh…pero como?” Ben chuckles “Well, this is the day your dreams come true my dear...” he saunters his way more to get closer to her. “What do you know about my dreams, Ben?” He chuckled once more “Oh plenty, now here picture this.” He sits down on a chair and places his muddied shoes on the table. “A rustic hunting lodge, my latest kill...roasting on the fire, while my pretty little wife massages my aching feet, while the little ones play on the floor with the dogs” he says while looking at her with a smoldering look. “We’ll have six or seven...”

Y/N grimaces at his words and thinks at how unbelievably daring this man is right now. “Perros?” she asks with a pained smile. “No Y/N, strong boys like me!” Y/N rolls her eyes “you...don't say...” she says now looking for some sort of exit from this situation. “Now Y/N, who do you think that little wife will be?” Y/N’s eyes widen in horror and says “erm... Uhh.. let me think…” Ben interrupts her with a grin “Why, YOU Y/N.” Y/N turns away from him quickly and backs up to the door. “Ay pero, Ben I- I’m speechless..I.. well really don’t know what to say” she says as Ben approaches her with a determined look. 

Then, by using both of his arms, Ben pins her to the door with a winning smirk “say you’ll marry me then” he says as he leans in closer to Y/N. “Perdon Ben pero…I’m uh..I just...” Ben has leaned in close enough to kiss her. In a quick attempt, Y/N uses her hand to find the door handle and opens it, quickly moving out of the way, making Ben surprised and fall into a puddle of mud. 

Eddie on the other hand only hears the door open and signals for the band to start playing. He then directs the band for a bit and then hears something moving. He turns around to see Ben completely covered in mud “soo uh…Imma take that as a no...” Ben, enraged, looks into Eddie’s eyes and mutters to him “I WILL have Y/N as my wife, make no mistake about that” he states, as he begrudgingly walks away in embarrassment from the rejection, he just took in front of his wedding guests. 

After the commotion dies down, Y/N peeks out of her front door and looks around “Is he gone ??” She looks down to confirm that Ben is gone and walks outside to feed her chickens “I can’t believe him, ME? To be the wife of that headstrong, boorish, conceited man.” She grabs the chicken feed and throws it everywhere in annoyance “imagínate, señorita riley, just imagine, his little wife.” She throws the bucket of chicken feed to the ground. “I need some place to scream.” 

A few minutes later she ran on top of a hill and layed in the field of dandelions. “My dreams? What does he know about my dreams… I want adventure, I want it so much that I can’t imagine someone else imagining it.” She quietly lays in the grass for a while longer and plucks a dandelion and blows it, watching the seeds spread in the wind. “I want so much more than this tiny village,” she says to herself. “If only someone could understand...” She sighs and closes her eyes, taking in the air from her surroundings. She inhales once again but then stops as she hears whinnying in the distance. She turns around and gets up as she spots Felipe in the distance. 

“Felipe, I- what's wrong?” She looks around to see that there was no wagon and especially her father. “Dónde está papá ?” she says as she tries to calm down the horse. "Where is he Felipe, what happened?!”. 

She took hold of his reins and frantically responded “Please, we must go find him, Take me to him !!” She takes Felipe back home quickly to grab her cloak and to replace the horse’s broken reins. Once she does, she mounts Felipe and takes control as she rides out to the woods to find her father.

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[k9offline]

🦴 INTRO

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Welcome to my kin blog! Heres some stuff to get to know me, my identity & my blog. I'd prefer if you read this before following me, but im not ur dad. Just know i block freely.

ABOUT ME

🍁 You can call me Red! Or my real name, if you know it. Im an autistic 16 year old guy (he/it) and i identify mostly as a canine cladotherian— But i have other identities. Im also goth & scenemo, which isnt important but i wanted to say it lmao

🍁 I am brazilian american (1st generation) but ive never been to the USA despite this, and i am self taught in english so im sorry if i fuck up 💀 im also learning french though i heavily dislike it.

🍁 I have a mate and he is the goat (hes a cat actually) and he does not post at all but you should still follow him @vampiresvanity

🍁 I love getting new mutuals!! please ask to be my mutual i probably will never say no. and feel free to dm me as long as youre under 25

🍁 i follow from @120red

MORE

fandoms: homestuck, warrior cats, furry, scott pilgrim, pokemon, etc

games: wolfquest, planet zoo, the wolf among us, rdr2, transformice, stardew valley, brawl stars

books: dracula, frankenstein, owls of ga'hoole, wings of fire, watership down

music: my chemical romance, modern baseball, lapfox trax, pierce the veil, insane clown posse, korn, the cure, scary bitches, s3rl, yaelokre, sublime, etc

movies & shows: wolfwalkers, how to train your dragon, wolfblood, MTV downtown, invader zim, the lion king, oliver & company, bunnicula, animaniacs, sweet tooth, etc

collectibles: littlest pet shop, charlie bears, plushies, feathers, crystals, model horses, random ass trinkets

IDENTITY

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★ = spiritual

☆ = psychological

✮ = physical

𖤐 = all of the above

✦ = heartype

✰ = copinglink

? = still figuring it out

🥩 Dhole (Cuon Alpinus) 𖤐

🥩 Wolf (Canis Lupus) 𖤐?

↳ 🦴 Sea Wolf

↳ 🦴 Yellowstone Wolf

🥩 Wolfdog (Canis Lupus x Canis Lupus Familiaris) ☆✮

🥩 Werewolf ☆✮

🥩 American Crow (Corvus brachyrhynchos) ✦

🥩 Dog (Canis Lupus Familiaris) ?

↳ 🦴 English Cocker Spaniel ✦

↳ 🦴 Border Collie 𖤐

🥩 Black Flying Fox (Pteropus alecto) ✰

Im also dave strider from homestuck and fan from inanimate insanity but i do not talk about it much here

BLOG

this blog is where i post mostly about alterhumanity! this may be my experiences, tips for others, aesthetic shit and bla bla bla. its mostly just a space for me to be open about it.

WILL BLOCK: antikin, anti agere/petre, proshippers & comshippers, zoos, kink/nsfw accounts

THIN ICE: kin-for-fun, non alterhumans in general

BYF: i curse a lot. i change my pfp based on the 'type i feel most connected with. thats practically it lol

TAGS

#info :: information about me/my blog

#favs :: favorite posts

#asks :: answering asks

#howls :: stuff about alterhumanity

#barks :: random unimportant posts

#wags :: stuff that made me happy

#wholewolf-reblogs :: reblogs

#my art :: drawings i make

#stuffs :: misc things i make

#moodboards :: moodboards. duh

#home :: hearthomes & nature pics

#me if u even care :: 'type pics lol

pixel gifs by @bugsb1te

[fluffywolfboyy]

Introduction!!!

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Hihihi!!

You can call me Andrew or Lucky and I use he/him pronouns. I'm 18 and will mostly use this blog for therian/otherkin things. Asks are always open I love talking to people through them /gen :3

I'm gay, trans, disabled, neurodivergent and pagan and will probably rb posts related to these things. Tone indicators appreciated :)

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Tags:

#lucky howling - stuff related to wolf

#lucky barking - stuff related to dog

#lucky galumphing - stuff related to seal

#lucky yapping - stuff related to all or general unrelated

#pack shenanigans - stuff related to pack <333

#thom - stuff related to thom (plush seal)

#river time - stuff related to river (plush wolf)

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Links to my other blogs (tumblr wont let me tag):

My pagan/witchy blog

My seal blog (literally just reblogs)

My shark blog (literally just reblogs)

My other pagan blog - @nothoughtsgayboy

My DND oc rp blog(s) - @dalgenb0yy2, @wulferrrr

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Theriotypes, rules for requests and DNI below the cut

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My theriotypes -

Eurasian wolf :3

THIS IS A RIBBON SEAL BUT-

I'm a seal cladiotherian so my theriotypes extend to all seals (not sea lions, walruses etc.)

Golden retriever

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Requests:

- I do moodboards and stimboards

- alterhuman moodboards + stimboards

- Greek mythology moodboards

- if you want to request please send me an ask :)

- keep in mind my dni when requesting please <3

- if you want a greek mythology thing you can send an ask here or at @nothoughtsgayboy, unless u specify otherwise I will probably post it on @nothoughtsgayboy - up to you wether u want to be tagged on that acc <3

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DNI:

- the usual shitty bigots

- people who blog about being anti-theistic (i respect ur opinons but as a religious person it makes me uncomfy)

- ed/sh blogs

- blogs for the sole purpose of venting

- nsfw blogs

- anti self dx

- radqueers

- pjo fandom blogs (nothing against u - just personal preference <3)

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Thanks for reading my intro - if u have any questions send an ask! I'll be happy to clarify /gen

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Apollo userbox by @/messywitch

'Can and will bite' userbox by @/oxceen

[lupi-usque-ad-finem]

✦☾ welcome home, cubs! ☾✦

pleased to have you! i’m Yré, your favorite wulver this side of the river :)

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info ab me!

i have been a part of this community/kinning for over a decade now, hence i created this blog to give help, advice, encouragement, and support to any of those who need it! my inbox & messages are always open to help with any kind of kin related matters. this space is for my kintype and will be filled with caninekin adjacent posts if that is up your alley.

Therianthopy and it’s components have been a huge part of me as long as I’ve been alive. It’s an essential part of explaining how I behave put into language, as the feelings and experiences of how I feel inwardly cannot be fully communicated verbally, but can be spoken about in common level and specific terms to guide to a general understanding. I learned early on that I always acted more animalistic than others—especially as a child. I favoured running on all fours, yipping and barking when I became happy or excited, howling as a greeting or whistling for communicating over long distances (creds to dad for that one), growling, biting, or clawing as a means of displaying anger, annoyance, or rage, learning how to climb before I could walk, etc. These behaviours have been a part of me as long as I can remember, and will continue to be as long as I live. Though years of bullying put me in shame about it, I could not nor would not ignore how it always felt natural to communicate and behave this way, and luckily my family and friends have always been accepting and accommodating of my behavior, never forbidding me from how I express myself as they understand I am most comfortable through it. I’ve learned I can exist happily this way.

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Growing up I never understood gender rules or stereotypes. All the “rules” felt so convoluted and made up as I never felt I identified with either side of the gender binary. I always felt the body I have is just one I happen to inhabit. I understood the concept of ‘social gender’ as learned behaviour and displays, one that I nor my family cared much for obeying. I was raised in thought of modern day femininity and masculinity to not be a personal necessity, but that it was simply a social aspect of adherence. Instead, the individuality of masculinity and femininity became important in my development of forming an inward balance between the two, grappling with how the world taught me to be and how I knew I truly was, and my parents had the very same sense. They had far more important things to worry about than socially gendering their little ones, they were busy raising us cubs! With this in mind, my family instead taught us to embrace ourselves and everything we entail. I remember watching my mother’s uncanny ability to be a whisperer to every animal taught me true empathy, to understand the everything has a soul, feelings, and heart. My father’s unwavering love for his lifemate and cubs taught us to love our inner children and gave me the ability to understand myself, knowing I would have support from them. When I discovered how I felt inside had words to it, it felt like my eyes were opened for the first time, and knowing they would accept my innermost self has been all I need to know. My relationship towards my physical form and my emotions have become deeper and more spiritual as I grow, but the word ‘therian’ is as close as I can get to identifying my inner state verbally. It is outside ‘human’. *kinning is not always inherently related to one’s spiritual journey/gender identity, but can be for many. my kinship and two spirituality are separate whilst being shared through language expression. free to ask any questions!

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[chdarling]

I can count on one hand when snape has lost his cool in canon . in poa when harry saved sirius , in OOTP when sirius vs snape , when harry saw his memories . In hbp when harry called him a coward . And that's about it . While majority of time he is composed , confident and insults people with coolness and sass . The list is too long . Like he has coolly sassed Bellatrix , peter , sirius , harry , Ron , hermione , james , lockhart etc .

I love and deeply appreciate your talent but imo snape's behaviour is reversed in TLE , he is just too angry here to think coherently let alone insult or attempt at sarcasm .

I mean Remus has more sarcasm and wit than he has in canon and i have no complain there as i am a sucker for wity banter and humor , but it feels like injustice to Snape's personality to me .

I’m sorry you feel that way! I emphatically (and amicably) disagree.

I think for me it comes down to the fact that I am not trying to replicate the characters exactly as they were in the books. TLE is a prequel, and thus for all the characters — but especially Snape because he actually survives — this is a story of becoming. They’re not meant to be perfectly reflected versions of who they were in the '90s, but rather versions of themselves that could feasibly grow into the characters we see in canon.

The Snape in canon is a 35ish year old man who has survived a war and had years and years to master his emotions and become a top-notch spy who, as you say, sasses the likes of Bellatrix, not to mention lies to Voldemort's face. The Snape I’m writing in TLE is a 17-year-old boy who has done none of that yet but is raw and bitter and wrathful enough to be convinced joining a fascist hate group is a really swell idea.

To me, the moments you point out when Snape loses his cool in canon are the entire point of his characterization, not an occasional aberration, and these scenes were crucial to me when building his character. Rage is crucial to his character. It’s notable, I think, that almost all of these moments are related to the Marauders/Lily in some way. It’s the moment the mask slips and the wounded teenager comes out.

A few examples, just for fun (emphasis mine).

(This got a little long, but I was distracting myself during some severe weather that was stressing me, so I hope you’ll take this in the spirit of fun discussion, and not anything else. 🙂)

From POA, after Sirius escapes:

“THEY HELPED HIM ESCAPE, I KNOW IT!” Snape howled, pointing at Harry and Hermione. His face was twisted; spit was flying from his mouth. “Calm down, man!” Fudge barked. “You’re talking nonsense!” “YOU DON’T KNOW POTTER!” shrieked Snape. “HE DID IT, I KNOW HE DID IT—!”

“Fellow seems quite unbalanced,” said Fudge, staring after him. “I’d watch out for him if I were you, Dumbledore.” “Oh, he’s not unbalanced,” said Dumbledore quietly. “He’s just suffered a severe disappointment.”

From OOTP after Harry sees his worst memory:

“So,” said Snape, gripping Harry’s arm so tightly Harry’s hand was starting to feel numb. “So…been enjoying yourself, Potter?” “N-no…” said Harry, trying to free his arm. It was scary: Snape’s lips were shaking, his face was white, his teeth were bared. “Amusing man, your father, wasn’t he?” Said Snape, shaking Harry so hard that his glasses slipped down his nose. “I—didn’t—“ Snape threw Harry from him with all his might. Harry fell hard on to the dungeon floor.

From Half-Blood Prince, after Harry calls him a coward:

“DON’T—” screamed Snape, and his face was suddenly demented, inhuman, as though he was in as much pain as the yelping, howling dog stuck in the burning house behind them— “CALL ME COWARD!”

These are all such extreme reactions that, rare as they might be, they definitely suggest an undercurrent of deep rage and, I might add, a pattern of losing control when provoked with certain memories.

And then, of course, there are the flashbacks in which we actually DO get glimpses of young Snape:

“Tuney!” said Lily, surprise and welcome in her voice, but Snape had jumped to his feet. “Who’s spying now?” he shouted. What d’you want?”

(Interesting, I think, that his first instinct is to shout. Petunia hasn't said anything yet.)

There was a crack: A branch over Petunia’s head had fallen. Lily screamed: The branch caught Petunia on the shoulder, and she staggered backward and burst into tears. “Tuney!” But Petunia was running away. Lily rounded on Snape. “Did you make that happen?” “No.” He looked both defiant and scared. “You did!” She was backing away from him. “You did! You hurt her!” “No — no I didn’t!” But the lie did not convince Lily: After one last burning look, she ran from the little thicket, off after her sister, and Snape looked miserable and confused…

Snape’s whole face contorted and he spluttered, “Saved? Saved? You think he was playing the hero? He was saving his neck and his friends’ too! You’re not going to — I won’t let you —“ “Let me? Let me?” Lily’s bright green eyes were slits. Snape backtracked at once. “I didn’t mean — I just won’t want to see you made a fool of — He fancies you, James Potter fancies you!” The words seemed wrenched from him against his will. “And he’s not…everyone thinks…big Quidditch hero—“ Snape’s bitterness and dislike were rendering him incoherent, and Lily’s eyebrows were traveling farther and farther up her forehead.

He opened his mouth, but closed it without speaking. “I can’t pretend anymore. You’ve chosen your way, I’ve chosen mine.” “No—listen, I didn’t mean—“ “—to call me Mudblood? But you call everyone of my birth Mudblood, Severus. Why should I be any different?” He struggled on the verge of speech, but with a contemptuous look she turned and climbed back through the portrait hole…

This to me does not read as a composed, confident boy. This is (in my opinion) an extremely angry, troubled boy who is buffeted around by his emotions, who hasn’t yet learned to articulate them fully, let alone control them. Learning to conquer these emotions and be the cool, calm, and collected double-agent-man we see in canon is a big part of his journey, but it's certainly not something he's mastered yet at 17.

.......But, at the end of the day, this is just a fanfic and everyone has different interpretations of these characters. Which is fine and fun! TLE Snape has always been somewhat polarizing, but I'm pretty set in my interpretation of him. I'm looking forward to exploring more of his journey as he grows into book Snape. He's just not there yet. :)

[questionableratatouille00]

Basements and other HYDRA Bullshit

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: All was going well until your Boyfriend’s past comes back to haunt him.

Note: Day five of @ailesswhumptober2023! (Hostage/Kidnapping/Held at gunpoint.)

Warnings: Cursing, guns, knives, violence, blood, injuries, Winter Soldier topics. (Torture, murder, etc.)

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The room felt like it was spinning as you felt warm blood drip down the side of your face. The knife slash to your temple had seemed more of a minor inconvenience at the time, but you now wished you’d stopped to at least quickly bandage it.

“So, you think you can take away the words and you’ll be free? Hm?” The accent of the man speaking was strong, and you knew he was addressing Bucky rather than you.

“The Winter Soldier is gone.” You hissed, not even sparing a glance at Bucky. You couldn’t handle it and you knew it, too.

“The words were only one way to activate HYDRA’s greatest weapon. We have others.” The man grinned devilishly, and it made your stomach flip.

“You’re gonna leave him alone.” Growling as you said this, you tried to force yourself forward. The chains around your wrists bound you to the walls of the dark, cold, and unwelcoming cell you were in.

“You are not in control here!” He rushed out the words as he barked them. He completed his sentence by raising his hand, ready to backhand you across the face. “I am!” He sounded erratic, and absolutely deranged.

“Don’t touch her.” Bucky’s voice was low, and dark.

“Or what?” The man spat, grinning. “What are you going to do about it?” He pulled a small red book from his pocket.

You couldn’t really recognize what the book was, but you knew it was significant. It matched the description of a book Bucky had told you about, the one that haunted him in his dreams and in his flashbacks.

“I’ll fucking kill you.” Bucky glared at the man defiantly, and you attempted to copy his expression.

“You can try. But you are a dog, and this is your leash!” He waved the book in front of Bucky’s face, taunting him.

“Who the hell are you?” You asked finally.

“You should ask your companion this. Tell me, Soldat, do you remember her? Do you remember my daughter?” He barked.

You could feel your own heart sink, and with one glance at Bucky, you knew he was feeling the same thing. “Buck, who is this?”

“Victor Rostov.” He stated. “His daughter’s name is—“

“Was. Her name was Alina! She was eight. Eight years old, and you shot her in the head! You’re nothing but a monster! A monster!” Rostov howled as he raged.

“It wasn’t his fault!” You shouted at him. You didn’t want Bucky to have to hear any of this.

“She died at his hands!”

“HYDRA called for no survivors, right? They wouldn’t target a child.” You tried to reason. You didn’t want to think about how they totally would target a child.

“She’d be twenty eight! My daughter, my little girl, will never be able to live. And he can’t even fucking remember her?” Rostov’s voice was filled with pain, and you could tell that she meant a lot to him.

“I remember all of them.” Bucky admitted grimly.

“You deserve to die, monster. And so you shall.” He clicked a gun in his pocket, raising it to Bucky’s forehead.

“Hey! Hey, let’s talk about this.” You gasped, ready to beg. Rostov could hurt you all he wanted, but not Bucky. He couldn’t take Bucky from you.

You panted as blood dripped from your temple onto the ground, making a tiny little puddle. It made you feel sick, just seeing it.

“Why shouldn’t I—“ A loud gunshot rang out through the cell, or really the small basement you were being kept in. You shrieked, tears immediately rushing to your eyes as you screamed.

“Bucky! Bucky! Bucky, no! No!” You sobbed, as Rostov fell to the floor.

“It’s us! It’s us!” A few familiar voices shouted. Natasha, Steve, and Tony.

“It’s not me! It’s not me!” Bucky reassured you at the same time as you wailed.

“Oh my God. Oh my God.” You sobbed. “I thought you got shot. I thought you got shot.” You couldn’t seem to get enough air into your lungs, making your words, which were already mostly sobs, seem a bit breathy.

Steve and Natasha immediately rushed to the to of you, unchaining you from the walls. Tony stayed back in case anybody else was around.

“Not shot there.” Bucky tried to make you feel better, but the truth was that Rostov had shot him in the thigh before he’d died. The two of you were safe, and that was all that mattered.

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“What he said..about the monster thing. It’s not true.” You said as you got to work on patching up Bucky’s thigh.

“Not so sure about that, dollface.”

“It’s not.” You glanced up at him, before looking back down at his thigh. “Promise.”

“If you say so.” He sighed, accepting defeat here. You nodded once, getting ready to bandage the wound.

“I do say so.” After a long pause, you continued. “You gonna be okay?”

“I’ve been through worse. I’ll live.”

“I didn’t ask if you’ll live. I asked if you’ll be okay.”

“I will be okay.” He laughed every so lightly, and you smiled.

He would be okay. And so would you.

[coyotechicken]

Animal that I've become...

I don't know if I fully understand what it means to be therian/otherkin/alterhuman/etc., but it's definitely something that's been a part of me my whole life.

I've been intrigued ever since I discovered otherkin cringe compilations on YouTube, and as much as half of me was, "heehee hoohoo cringey", I was also "this is so cool". I was 12 or 13 around the time I learned about it, and the friends I had liked to make fun, so I put myself in that box and made fun as well. I had 1 or 2 friends I could have probably talked to about it, but I was pretty locked in the mindset of judgement, so I didn't want to actually talk seriously about it with anyone.

Since then, it's always been in the back of my mind.

Growing up, the feeling of difference was apparent to me. I'd considered having adhd or autism. I haven't been tested and I don't think I ever will be; and I'm content with that.

I daydreamed a lot. A LOT. I dreamed about creatures, freedom from humanity, flight, anything that I couldn't have. So badly I wanted to just transform into an animal and run away into the woods. To grow a pair of feathered wings from my back and fly far above the clouds. I watched countless videos on YouTube about spells and tutorials on how to transform into a wolf/dog, how to shapeshift, and how to grow wings. Honestly, that was probably an earlier introduction to otherkin. I had to be like... 9? 10? Before that, I knew I wanted to be an animal. And that was certainly always.

I had my moments as a kid/teen, walking on fours, growling, listening in on noises and feeling my "ears" flicking and moving towards the sounds, a "tail" wagging behind me, laying with the dog like I was one, digging with my "paws" but being sad I didn't have the claws to really DIG. A multitude of things that I think of being normal kid things, but do all kids feel that way? Even so, do they still? I've pushed a lot of those thoughts and feelings aside, and I stopped acting like an animal when it would be obvious to people. I am very shy and embarrassed when it comes to this. I still have these feelings, but I'm just afraid to be open with them. The most I do is snarl when I'm touched sometimes. I also like to mimic the noises of creatures I come across; dogs, cats, birds, bugs, whatever, I like to respond and think they understand me in some weird way. I've also figured out hyena whoops, and am so happy inside when I do them. These things definitely get me thinking...

A couple years ago I started getting into psychedelics, and trying shrooms definitely opened a door for me. It was as if a barrier in my mind had fallen, and I could finally be myself: a creature. A creature that was so undoubtedly me, it was alive, rattling in my bones and biting at my flesh. A creature that slinks about in the shadows, piercing eyes glowing through the darkness. A creature that rolls around in the dirt and grass, covering itself in a layer of Earth. A creature that huffs, snarls, purrs, barks, caws, bleats, whoops, screeches, and howls. A creature that I am. I've only done them around someone else though, so in reality I'm only pawing at the floor and pouncing at one spot and making my noises. Not too out of the ordinary for a shroom trip I suppose. How silly.

I think I've yapped about this long enough. I made this account with the intention of freedom of expression, and this is included in that. I hope to explore this part of myself more and learn to be more open with it. Yippee

[jackalopescruff]

have you made a post or anything talking about being a therian and like, how you came to realize it and stuff? im questioning myself and was hoping maybe, as a longtime follower of yours, your experience (any amount of it really) could help me out. no need to push urself to explain or anything of course!! i appreciate you being open about it in general ❤️

I never made a generalized post about it really since I'm very much a private introspective person (usually bounce things off my wife and my closest friends) and of course sought out input from Therian pals to help unpack my feelings but! with the disclosure that I'm still relatively new to this whole thing, and am by no means an expert I can offer a little insight to some of the stuff but I'll be brief. (Other Therian folks who are following me feel free to reblog and add your own insight for anon I wont mind at all!)

My realization definitely stemmed a lot in part I believe from not only my own journey and struggle with my Trans identity which had its own ups and downs, how even after feeling comfortable in a certain gender expression and identity there was still some itching piece that was not falling into place. Because while I felt very happy with being a "woman of my own making" (pat on my back because that was my rawest line from my own gender journey while i was working my ass off in a warehouse talking to my wife on the sly on my earbuds) I knew something else was there nagging at me beyond being a Non Binary Trans Woman.

With having Autism there is already that feeling of out of place that you get with being separate from society and its standards as a whole and at first a lot of my feelings on non-humanism I chalked up to the dehumanizing that autistic folks face as part of society expecting us to mold to the standards they practice and demand so it went left unexplored for some time because I just figured "yeah I'm autistic of course I feel out of place in 'normal' society" (again the language here not implying its wrong to be me or autistic obviously) But once around friends and people I trusted who didn't other me for my transness or my autism that itch still persisted.

My being a furry helped me explore more animal mannerisms and behaviors just out of the fact that its furry community we get sillay. But the more I acted on certain things (barking, meowing, various other noises) as well as more referential to myself not as a human but as a Dragon, Bear, Dog etc just a change of language as part of the fun I started noticing those same warm feelings as I did when I started new pronouns or names, the social feelings of being referred to with things that otherwise I wouldn't normally experience. My fascination with nature, my love of the outdoors beyond just the joy of fresh air the actual genuine peace that I'd feel in the woods away from society as a large, listening to all the other animals in the trees feeling the sun and wind on my face how it deeply went into me in some spot inside me that I never really knew was there at least never knew how to acknowledge how it felt like each breath filled my body with this new life I hadn't known.

My wife knew she was Therian first, and through her I explored myself and began to realize that I probably was too. With insight from other pals who also were Therian and just a general fact that I am not afraid to just sit down and look myself in the mirror in a sense and unpack shit when I need to I really just had this sudden explosion of "oh wow this is what it was, this is that itchy piece" I am beyond happy with where the journey has already taken me and I do not feel shame to be that which I am. My wife, my friends, plenty of people around me encouraged, nurtured, and embraced who I was.

So now yeah, my wife and I spend a lot of time speaking with body language and make little barks and reh's and howls and noises at each other instead of words because its freeing to be able to talk with your body and eyes and be understood, especially with autism, being able to be non verbal but still communicate brought such peace and joy. Being able to escape life in society and build a bedroom den and hang vines up in our bathroom and build our own burrow with moss and leaves and just curl up and feel cozy and safe is so comforting and warm.

I know its not a thing everyone gets, and I know its a stigma because "you are bound by your flesh" but much like being trans the flesh is only a small part of what makes us, Us and our soul is much brighter and deeper than anything that our exterior can show. So I may be constrained by limited avenues of external physical expression but that shouldn't stop me from letting my soul soar and be as bright and passionate as it can be.

[d0gbite]

I'm just a curious entity asking what you think is something that seems like it would be a behaviour of someone who is a therian

hi entity! not entiiiiirely sure what you mean, like examples of therian behaviour? (if that isn’t what you meant feel free to ask again lol)

for me, what gives away that i’m a therian is just general not-subtle-at-all animalistic behaviour i’m constantly doing. vocals like barking, whining, purring, growling, howling, etc are just part of my daily communication. i shake and tilt my head like a dog, and rub my face on people and roll around in the grass like a dog would.

i think things like this are pretty common of the therians i’ve seen in the community, too. vocals, shifts, eating like your type, moving like your type (whether that means quadrobics, walking on your tip toes, bouncing your leg like a tail, or anything else) seem like normal therian behaviours. i also think it’s pretty common for therians to have what others would say is a strange/intense interest in their type. i’m obsessed with dogs, for example.

(disclaimer not every therian does these things and there’s definitely other behaviours they can do that are related/due to their therianthropy! these are just some examples)

[jumpywhumpywriter]

Captured -- wild humans hunted and captured to be used as servants part 22

Warnings: captivity, starvation, starvation whump, cruel whumper, painful recovery, torture, etc.

Corbin had never seen Kazimir look more rattled than now as his friend's face paled with alarm. "You're saying someone betrayed us?" He hissed.

The woman nodded, still breathing hard.

Corbin could practically see the gears in Kazimir's mind at work, until finally...

"...We'll have to fight them head-on, then," he growled. "It's not the preferred outcome, but now that we've lost the element of surprise, it's the only choice we have. We need to lure the army over the heart of the city where we will stage the attack. Humans, you will take the streets and dispatch any enemy soldiers that hit the ground. Bird-folk, take the skies and don't hold back. Give them everything you've got. If we go down, we go down fighting!"

Bellowing roars and howls of support rang through the air at his words, a thunderous chorus of sound as a hundred pairs of wings beat, and a hundred warriors lifted into the air in a giant cloud of dust, winging away toward the heart of the city with Rhysand in the lead.

"Humans, with me!" Kazimir shouted, and all the armed humans fell in line with him as he strode briskly toward where the bird-warriors were already heading.

Corbin trotted anxiously at his side, goosebumps of fear erupting in his skin as he glanced over the horizon to see a distant cloud of black approaching.

The royal army was coming, closing in fast. And there were a lot of them.

"Do you think we really stand a chance?" Corbin whispered under his breath.

"I hope so," Kazimir answered grimly, never breaking stride. "Our original plan may no longer be effective... but we can still surprise them. We can adapt."

They reached the heart of the city, and Corbin realized what he meant. It was quiet... so unnaturally quiet. He could see all the winged Rebellion fighters were on the ground or holding on to the sides of buildings, tense and ready with hands on their weapons.

"Everyone find a place to hunker down," Kazimir barked. "Do not show yourself until I say so."

The army of humans under his command scurried off in every direction, lingering in dark alleys and taking shelter in empty shops to keep themselves hidden.

"We're going to ambush them?" Corbin blurted.

"You bet we are." Kazimir had a feral grin on his face, fangs showing, as he pulled Corbin into the shadow of a large building, shielding him with a black wing so that he blended in with the darkness.

Corbin felt light and invisible here, safe... even if he knew the feeling wouldn't last long.

And then a long, treacherous silence descended over the city, heavy with dreadful apprehension. Corbin could see both humans and bird-folk waiting patiently, and the unnatural quiet was disconcerting.

Until the silence was broken up by distant wingbeats, steadily growing closer with every heartbeat.

Corbin's heartbeat quickened as adrenaline flooded his senses, pounding through his veins.

And that's when he spotted the first shadow flicker over the ground, followed by more. He glanced up to see bird-folk with royal armor gliding over the city, heading straight for where they thought the Rebellion was. But ohhh how wrong they were.

Corbin jumped in terror as the Rebellion fighters suddenly exploded upward with raging battle cries, attacking the army from below as they launched out of hiding.

Panicked, startled screeches and shouts rang out as the royal army broke formation, wheeling around in confusion at the unexpected attack. And that was exactly the advantage the Rebellion needed.

Ear-splitting shrieks and screams of agony shattered the air, the sound of weapons clashing as the two sides met in battle. And then... bodies started falling, crashing to the ground like fallen comets, streaming blood in their wakes.

The humans rushed out of hiding a second later, raising their weapons and howling their anger as they charged forward toward the wounded soldiers raining down.

It was awful. Corbin recognized several of the humans as the ones abandoned by their masters, the very ones he'd helped recruit, hungry for revenge. They rushed forward with bloodthirsty rage, descending on the weak and injured enemy soldiers that had fallen from the sky. The bird-folk never stood a chance as the humans overran them, brutally killing them one by one.

Blood stained the stone streets of the city, and Corbin tried not to gag in horror at all the death and carnage.

"Kazi--" he turned to find that Kazimir was no longer at his side, and he scanned the increasingly chaotic battlefield, finally spotting the familiar raven-black wings of his friend as Kazimir fought against three downed soldiers at once.

Kazimir was a hurricane of elite power as he fought, whirling and slashing and dodging effortlessly around his opponents with enviable agility, a tantalizing display of skill.

But Corbin's attention was drawn away by a shout of pain, and he turned to see Matilda squaring off on her own against a bird-man twice her size, with an obviously broken wing. Matilda was clutching her side, blood streaking her palm as she wielded a short blade in her free hand.

"Be brave," Corbin whispered to himself, then charged into the fight, drawing the dagger Kazimir had gifted him as he sprinted to Matilda's side to help her.

Together, the two of them attacked the enemy soldier, driving him back until he stumbled and collapsed to the ground. And Matilda pounced on the opportunity to slit the man's throat before he could rise, and the soldier gurgled weakly, choking on blood with his eyes wide before going limp with a shudder.

"Thanks for the assist," Matilda said gratefully, flipping her hair over a shoulder that revealed the blood smeared on her cheek.

"No problem," Corbin answered shakily. He had been trained as a hunter in his human village from a young age, and he was a decent fighter as he got used to the flow of the battle, landing blows with his blade and battling alongside other fellow humans.

Until suddenly a large shadow fell over Corbin, and he didn't have time to duck as a bird-man in full armor slammed into him from above, barreling him over. He let out a startled yelp as he was smashed into the ground, a split-second before blinding pain speared through his left leg, making him cry out.

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@scoundrelwithboba

[fox-beyond-the-veil]

This user is a kitsune🐾

Hi! Intro post. A very shitty one too :3 (I never claimed to be good at tumblr)

My name's kasper, kaz for short. pronouns he/him + it/its, 21y/o. I'm a kitsune nonhuman + lynette (genshin) fictionhearted, a trans man, asexual, arospec (quoiromantic), and gay.

Additionally, i'm an anarchist/antifascist, punk/emo menace, voidpunk, artist, furry, and generally quite obsessed with death, the macabre, and the aesthetics of such, with a side of cyberpunk and traditional japanese!

Rest of The Stuff (TM) below the break!

I'm not in many fandoms truth be told. Genshin impact, honkai: star rail, dnd, six of crows and the rest of the grishaverse to a lesser extent (rip s3), ōkami (the video game. high-key my favorite game of all time) and the soulsborne games. I also play most soulslikes and most action games with japanese aesthetics for nonhuman reasons :3

Genshin mains are albedo, thoma, childe, wrio, heizou, scara, lynette (duh), freminet, and lyney my beloved. Honourable mentions go to ayato, tighnari and miko. On my main account, that is, my alt has a separate collection! Because i am indecisive ig!

HSR mains are luka (break build before it was cool), moze, aventurine, and jing yuan, though i'll definitely be collecting more pretty boys down the line. And i have gepard now, so ice dps shieldy boy in the works.

This blog is largely miscellaneous. I don't have nearly enough brain cells for more than one, haha, barring my nonhumanity sideblog @kitsune-bones. I do have a tag system though!

- Kaz growls: anything political or discourse-y

- Kaz yips: nonhuman/otherkin/therian related posts, including voidpunk stuff

- Kaz plays: anything video game related

- Kaz draws: original art

- Kaz barks: pride posts

- Kaz howls: anything spooky or macabre :D

- Fox's Crow posting: six of crows tag bc I keep reblogging SoC stuff and tagging myself as kaz on them is. Awkward lol (not that I don't love brekker he's my favourite menace <3)

- Kaz's miscellaneous bone pile: whatever else i happen to reblog or post.

DNI list isn't super specific. DNI if you're a zoo/pedo or supporter of; trans- and/or homophobic, of any kind (including terfs, truscum/transmeds, aphobic, biphobic, etc.); racist/ableist/any other kind of bigot; anti-otherkin/therian/nonhuman/alterhuman or anti-furry; a fascist (obviously); or if you're just looking to pick a fight. I WILL bite you. I also won't hesitate to block.

That's about it from me! I'm not sure why you read all this exactly but thanks! <•w•>

[big-coyote]

Hi! I've been relating more and more to the experiences I've seen from therians and was wondering how you realized you were a therian/otherkin? And do you know any good resources for researching them? Thank you!!!

Hello! I’m so glad you found my page and asked! I am sorry for how long it took me to reply.

I’ve always been very drawn to animals and nature since I was a little kid. I was lucky enough to be raised near plenty of wildlife and having the opportunity to learn about all kinds of animals. I’d run around through the woods and beaches for hours just howling and barking. To be completely honest, I didn’t know what therianthropy or being otherkin was when I was younger, I just thought I was a weird little guy.

When I was older I ended up finding the Therian side of YouTube in the early 2010’s, though at the time it was much more niece and mostly just AMVs from popular shows and movies. But regardless I related a lot to the Therians on there and I did plenty of my own research, self reflection, questioning, etc till eventually I came to the conclusion: I’m not human. What a shock.

I’ve identified as nonhuman for almost 12 years now, and truthfully I wouldn’t have it any other way. As for my actual identity as a species, that is always a mystery! Pin pointing an exact species or type has never been a super big focus for me, I tend to say “I’m a therian” as an all encompassing identity rather then a specific species. I am a coyote and werewolf, but perhaps that might change! I might realize I’m wrong or my identity might grow!

As for resources, talking directly to other nonhumans is a great start! It’s good to met new friends and understanding other’s identity’s, they can give you insight or even help you discover who you are. The best website I’ve found that has information has been Therian Guide, they have a full dictionary and a forum board where other therians and otherkin talk. Though I do warn that some of the boards can get overwhelming and some people on there like to stir up trouble. As for YouTubers I recommend Therian Territory, they post a lot of informational videos as well as good introduction to the culture and identity. I’d also recommend PD! PinkDolphin, they’re a Swiss Therian who has been in the community for a while and I used to enjoy their content back in the day. There’s plenty of therians on tiktok as well as a r/Therian and r/otherkin subreddit, though I haven’t directly interacted with either community before. My advice is to always double check your sources and make sure you keep yourself safe in the online community, some individuals can spread a lot of misinformation or be incredibly dangerous.

I hope some of this information can help and I’ll add more websites or sources in the future. If you have any further questions or need someone to talk to, my DMs are always open! Thanks again!

[grimmwolf]

Hello again- 😳

So, here we go…

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The reason why I am considering being Mother Nature / Mother Earth / Gaia etc. kin, is because I feel myself in everything. I feel myself in the people around me, the animals I hear and see, the trees growing just outside my house, as well as the flora and fauna all around the world.

I feel everything. I feel when pollen is spread, I feel when seeds are planted, I feel when animals are brought into this world, and when they pass. I feel the grass and how it sways, i feel the dirt and how it provides growth to all flowers and plants and shelter for worms and insects. I feel when the clouds form, it is soft, yet stern. I feel when the storms conjure and the drops it lets free to fall against my skin, and when the lightning strikes it just as fondly. I feel the dust and sand in the East, and how it moves and whips up. The jungles in the south, how humid they are, and how full of life they can be.

I feel the people’s feet tip tapping over every surface. I feel the deer when they walk on my meadows. The wolves when they howl. The marine life when they swim. The birds when they fly. The farm animals when they graze and work on the fields. The climbers on my trees. The diggers when they burrow and find peace and shelter in my dirt and mounds. The snow when the sky freezes. The thunder when it growls. I feel the wool of my sheep, and the mane of my lion. The peace, and the chaos.

I can’t not feel everything. I am physically, emotionally, mentally etc. unable to not see and hear and feel all goings on, on my earthly body. I am present all throughout the world, I am everywhere at all times. In the wood in furniture, that is my bark. The bricks in the pavement, that is my clay. The concrete that you walk on, that is my stone. All things made, were made from me, because of me. Because I provide, and I grow, and I nurture, and I protect, and I love. That is my purpose, my passion.

I am subconsciously within everything and everyone, and I see and feel all life, and even the presence of the once living. I am on this Planet Earth, yet it is my heart and soul and mind and body. I feel the pain, as well. Of fires. Of deforestation. Of poaching. Of pollution. All chaos. I feel it all, and it burns me so. It hurts like no one can believe. I thrive on peace and growth, how am I still alive, when bad things keep happening on my beautiful, burning body and self?

I hear my trees and grass and land. The trees, they are not happy. The grass, they do not rejoice. The land, it quakes, and it rots, and it burns. My seas witness this harsh world, they do not dance as they have before. They echo and tremble, they feel the pain, too. My animals hold the least, yet the most, of understanding in how the world is to this day. They see it, live it, perceive it, even when they cannot see it, or even see.

I want to love and protect all of my life, let it thrive and know peace. But I cannot, in this foul, useless vessel… All life feels pain. I wish to reshape this world out of this mess, and give it its strength and glory back. Oh, why does the world hate itself so much? Why does it hate me so?

Agh, anyway. This was supposed to be a quick little thing, like on my Instagram, but then I kept feeling, and I couldn’t stop. But now I must, I am tired. I’ll see you all in another 3 or so ish months :]

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[rubykgrant]

can we see your pitbull 🥺🥺🥺

Here he is! (I had to wait for somebody to visit who actually has a phone that takes pictures). His name is Zeya (sounds like "Isiah" without the I). I also call him "My precious, pitiful, pretty-ful pitbull"~ He's about 13 now, but we got him right before he turned 2. He lived with my step-brother's family, but they were moving to a place where they couldn't keep pets, so we took him in, and feel in love with him~ He was raised around a baby and a toddler, so he's very friendly and tolerant with little kids and other small animals. If you play with him, and he accidentally bumps you too hard or something, as soon as he hears "Ow", he stops, and shows you his belly as an apology.

We also found kittens that a stray cat had under the house, and we still have one (she's about 10), and they love each other. Sometimes the kitty steals his bed, and he doesn't do anything about, he just lays on the floor (so I pick her up like a pizza and plop her into her own kitty-bed. she just keeps purring). They both know the word "walk", and will stay with me when I take them outside, or stroll through the woods behind the house. He knows a lot of other words too, including "bath". I tease him sometimes, asking- "Do you want a BATH? What if I give you a BATH?", and he does this wiggle-worm routine to tell me NO... but if I take his collar off, he knows it is real (and he still comes a long for the bath, he's just all slow about it. he LOVES when we're done, because then I towel him off, and he's SO HAPPY). The kitty watches every time, fascinated and uncertain why he gets this strange "water ritual" haha.

He loves having his collar; he treats it like a grand honor. When he get him a new one, he gets all EXCITED, doing his little tap-dance as he waits for it. He have his license on it, and also some old keys (that don't go to anything), so we can hear the jingle noise as he runs around (if I let him out at night to pee, and call for him, I can hear the keys jingle before I even see him, so I know he's listening and is coming back).

He has a very specific little "howling" sound he makes, where he goes- "AWOOO-woo-woo-woo-wooooooo!", which is his way to communicate- "I am very happy! Be happy with me!", and it makes us laugh, so he knows we're happy too. He also does a specific thing when he wants to let people know- "I have bone! Don't try to take it from me!" when he wants you to actually get it and throw it; he brings the bone over in his mouth, and makes this muffled warble noise (I've heard him actually bark like normal with a stick or bone in his mouth, so I know this noise is on purpose). I play "where's your bone?" by asking him to go get one of his chew bones, and after he brings it to me, I hide it somewhere in the house. He remembers the "usual" hiding places and checks those first, but will eventually sniff-out the new hiding spot. Sometimes the kitty will be up on the couch or a chair while he looks, and when he walks by, she baps at him with her paws.

He takes his job as Guard Dog very seriously, so if he thinks something Bad is Outside, he wants to bark and go chase it. In general, we don't really care if there are raccoons or whatever out there, and just tell him to hush (he has no sense of self-preservation if he thinks he is "defending" us, and we would rather he NOT get his face scratched up by some wild critter). While he likes to let everybody know "This is MY property!", once he gets done barking, he loves having visitors and making friends. We doesn't need to walk on a leash at the house, but I've trained him to walk with me at my pace when I take him other places, and he understands usual commands like sit/stay (plus all the tricks like shake/speak/etc), and for vet visits I've taught "Hold still" and "Let me see" so he's very good at being looked-over. People have marveled at how "polite" he is when he gently takes a treat from their hands.

He's such a sweet boy, with so many funny little habits and quirks. He loves attention, and while he usually has a lot of excited energy, he's very cute when he's all calm... a few times, I have let him cuddle with me on the couch, and when he falls asleep, he has dreams that make him twitch and yip (which is VERY funny to feel when the dog is sprawled across your chest and tummy). Oh, he also knows the word "medicine", which applies to anything he either has to take (like a pill), or the whole process of disinfecting a scratch/getting bandaged (he doesn't understand what it all means, but he trusts me to take care of him, and knows I must be trying to help). We're making sure he has a nice long, happy life! We love him so much~