#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

[zorosangell]

⛥ﾟ・。 lucky punch: chapter three

chapter synopsis: you play an awesome opening season game despite the hangover, and manage to spot your mystery man in the stands... time to get your apology ready.

cw: high school/college au, violence, underage drinking, parties, mature themes, profanity, sports, reader is on the volleyball team, zoro is in kendo, you and zoro are both seniors and eighteen, etc.

"NEVER IN MY YEARS OF ANNOUNCING HAVE I SEEN A PERFORMANCE SUCH AS THIS! IT SEEMS AS IF (Y/N) IS UNSTOPPABLE TONIGHT!" Mr. Jimbei announced, his shouts of praise followed by the howls of excitement of the entire student body, everyone packed tightly into the gymnasium.

Everyone with a pulse was there, even some from other schools.

Out the corner of your eye, you noticed a spike getting set up on the other side of the court, the opposing team seeming to try and shift formation discreetly.

'Not on my watch...'

Thinking on your feet, you quickly sprinted over to the other side and jumped, your palm meeting the curve of the ball perfectly, blocking the spike and earning yet another point.

The crowd went wild, the gym rattling with whoops and hollers of excitement as your team set up again.

"Nice save!" Koala smiled, giving you a double high-five.

"Thanks," you panted, wiping the sweat on your brow with the hem of your shirt as you headed back to your position. "Let's get another one."

"THANKS TO HER QUICK THINKING, (Y/N) HAS SCORED YET ANOTHER POINT FOR THE SEA KINGS!"

"GO, (Y/N)-SWAAAAAN!" Sanji cheered from the stands, doing his signature, noodle-armed dance.

"Here we go!" Vivi bounced the ball a few times, adjusting her grip before winding up for a serve. "Mach Two! Cobra!"

Tossing it up, she slammed her hand against the leather, sending a perfect float serve to the other side of the net.

Sadly, the opposing team received it well, managing to string together a pass before spiking it back.

"I got!" Conis called, receiving the ball perfectly, sending it Robin's way. "Robin!"

"Got it!" she confirmed, setting it in your direction. "Mach Two! Cobra!"

Running up, you bent your legs, making it look as if you were going to jump.

"Watch number three!" the captain of the other team barked.

Suddenly, Conis joined in, the two of you running in sync, making it impossible to decipher who was going for the ball.

"Number two, too!"

"Block for both!"

They shifted their blockers, preparing thoroughly for both spikes.

"Sike!" Koala laughed, coming out of nowhere and jumping for the ball, bring her hand down and beaming it straight for the ground. "Boosh!"

It slammed in their bounds with a deafening thud, your student section roaring to life at the play, which worked like a charm

"IT LOOKS LIKE THE SEA KINGS USED A TWO PRONGED, FEINT STRATEGY! WITH THEIR SPEED, THIS PLAY REQUIRED NEAR PERFECT COORDINATION! NOT ANYTHING TO SCOFF AT!"

"Nice job, K!" you congratulated, dapping the girl up. "That was clean!"

"Thanks!" she smiled, glancing at the scoreboard.

23-24

The team was in the third set, having won the first set and lost the second by a hair, and the entire room was electric with tension.

"Let's wrap this up, eh, ladies!"

"Sounds good to me," Robin smirked.

"We've got this!" Vivi reassured.

"WITH THE SCORE 23-24, THE SEA KINGS WILL NEED TO PULL THROUGH AND SCORE IN THIS LAST RALLY IN ORDER TO WIN THE MATCH! THE OUTCOME OF THIS GAME WILL DECIDE THE BRACKET ORDER FOR THE REST OF THE SEASON, AND WHETHER OR NOT A TEAM WILL HAVE TO CLAW THEIR WAY TO THE TOP, OR SAVE THEIR STRENGTH FOR MATCHES CLOSER TO THE ALL-LINE SEMIFINALS!"

"You've got this girls! Go get 'em!" Nami cheered from the stands, waving around the pom-pom she brought from home.

The whistle blew, and the other team served the ball, not as strongly as before.

The two sides had been inching points on each other for the near entirety of every match, and it was clear to see that everyone was on their last leg.

Including you.

"You know what to do, Robin," you sighed, cracking your knuckles as you readied yourself for the final play.

"Of course," she nodded, turning to Rebecca's pass and raising her arms, setting the volleyball to you.

"Go ahead, (y/n)," she smiled, encouragingly.

Your eyes narrowed, and a cocky smirk rose to your lips as the ball floated into the perfect position.

'That's game.'

The crowd screamed as you broke into a sprint, bending down into a deep squat and shooting yourself into a high jump.

"COULD IT BE?! FROM WHAT I'VE BEEN TOLD... THIS IS THE SETUP OF (Y/N)'S SIGNATURE SPIKE!" Jimbei gasped, standing up from his announcer's chair. "THE VERY REASON SHE'S BEEN CALLED THE GRAND LINE'S ANGEL! LOOK AT HER TAKE FLIGHT!"

"GO, (Y/N)!" Luffy, Usopp, and Sanji shouted, arms interlocked as they jumped with joy, their faces painted with the school colors and your jersey number.

You arched your back, winding up your arm for one monster slam.

Suddenly, something called your attention to the stands, eyes instantly landing on the green head of hair the belonged to your savior from the night before.

'HE'S HERE?!'

He was smirking, proudly, arms folded over his chest as he watched you soar through the air.

Nami's description didn't do your skills nearly enough justice.

He didn't know the game of volleyball very well, but just based on your movements and the way you carried yourself, it was obvious that your skills were leagues ahead of the other team's

They never stood a chance.

And what irony that your jersey number was his lucky number.

It was almost as if fate was working to bring you both closer together.

Finding your eyes, the man gave you a firm nod, his expression encouraging you to push forward.

That was all the confirmation you needed.

With renewed vigor, you turned to the ball, your mystery man's support turning your drive into pure molten fire.

"LUCKY PUNCH!" you exclaimed, striking down on the ball, executing a perfect spike.

It slammed into the ground with a thunderous crack, the gym going silent before erupting with roars of joy and excitement.

Your teammates rushed you in a giant group hug as you landed, Koala letting out loud whoops and howls of victory.

"(Y/N) HAS JUST SCORED THE GAME WINNING POINT! THIS HAS LANDED THE SEA KINGS CLOSE TO THE TOP OF THEIR BRACKET, AND BROUGHT THEM ONE STEP CLOSER TO THE ALL-LINE SEMI-FINALS!"

Jimbei quickly loosened his tie, slamming his hand down on the table with hope.

"FOLKS, WE COULD BE WATCHING HISTORY IN THE MAKING! IF THE SEA KINGS GO ALL THE WAY, IT COULD BE GRAND-LINE HIGH'S FIRST TIME GOING TO THE SEMI-FINALS IN TWENTY YEARS! WITH THIS POWERHOUSE TEAM, THE DREAM OF RETURNING THE ONE PIECE TROPHY TO ITS RIGHTFUL HALLS MAY FINALLY BECOME A REALITY!"

"That move was killer, (y/n)!" Koala squealed, nearly jumping on your back with excitement. "I could barely see it!"

"We'll have a great standing now!" Vivi cheered, clasping her hands together.

"This season's looking up already!" Conis giggled, giving Robin a high five.

You smiled widely, unable to control your excitement as the gym floor was suddenly rushed with admirers, everyone wishing you congratulations.

Not that you were some ego-maniac... but it made you feel pretty great.

'I think I'm gonna like it here...'

"Awesome game, (y/n)!" Camie waved as the bell rang, rolling past your locker in her wheelchair as a whole sea of people began exiting their classes, filling the hall.

"Good job, (y/n)!"

"You were killer today!"

"You're the best player I've ever seen!"

"You doin' anything Friday night?"

"The other team didn't stand a chance!"

"That last spike was insane! A little higher and you could've jumped over the net!"

"We might actually have a chance to win the finals this year!"

"(Y/N)-SWAAAAAAAAN!" Sanji's voice cut through them all, the crowd dispersing to reveal Nami and her friends.

"(y/n)!" Nami squealed, stepping forward and pulling your body into a huge bear hug. "You did amazing! Everyone was blown away!"

"I must say, it's been a while since I've seen the school riled up like this. Especially for volleyball," Robin smiled, moving to stand next to her. 

"Uh-huh! You guys are a hit!" Usopp confirmed with a wide grin.

"You have to teach me that Lucky Punch thing you did at the end! It was so cool!" Luffy agreed, starry-eyed as he tugged at your arm.

"No way, man!" Usopp denied for you, turning to the boy and smacking him upside the head. "That's her secret move! She can't show you! Stupid sophmore..."

"Hey! You're only a year older than me, jerk!"

"A year goes a long way, Luffy! Besides, I'm way smarter than you!"

"Nuh-uh!"

"Yuh-huh!"

"Nuh-uh!"

"Yuh-huh!"

"Shut up!" Sanji exclaimed, kicking them both in the back of the knee and shutting down their bickering. "Can't you see the ladies are trying to have a conversation?!"

At the scene, you let out a small snicker, amused, before turning back to your orange-haired best friend.

"Thanks," you nodded, the two of you backing out of the hug. "If I'm being honest, I was a little worried about how I was gonna do after last night."

"Yeah, no kidding. You were gone," Usopp nodded, forgetting about Luffy for a moment to turn to you. "I was surprised you were even able to stand this morning, let alone play."

"Ya toughed it out like a champ, though," Franky gave you a firm pat on the back, impressed. 

"And gave a wonderful performance," Brook added, softly. 

Cheeks warming, you flashed a sheepish smile, not used to so much flattery.

"You guys are too kind to me. Especially after all the crap I put you through last night," you turned, smoothly punching in your locker combo. "How about we all go out to eat somewhere? My treat. It's the least I can do."

"That's actually what we came to ask you," Robin chimed, calmly. "We all are going to the Baratie after school, and wanted to ask you to come along."

"The Baratie?"

"A restaurant on the docks," Sanji chirped, proudly. "My old man owns the place, and I work as the sous chef."

"Really? Wow!" you complimented, brows raising with surprise. "You must be really amazing to have such a high position so young."

At your praise, a tinge of pink graced the blonde's cheeks, forcing him to avert his eyes from you.

"Yuh-huh, Sanji's food is the best!" Luffy cheered, jumping onto the cook's shoulder.

"Doesn't even matter what it is! Everything is delicious!" Usopp agreed, joining Luffy on the other side.

"And girls eat free!" Nami cheesed, throwing an arm around your shoulder.

"Still got a few reservations 'bout that last part," Franky sighed, crossing his arms. "Me an' Zoro gonna get stuck footin' the bill again?"

"Nah, it'll be my treat this time," Sanji assured, pulling a cigarette out his uniform jacket, and his lighter out his pocket. "Celebrate (y/n)'s win."

You halted Nami's excitement for a moment, brow perking at the mention of a new name.

"Wait... Zoro?" you asked, intrigued. "Who's that?"

Everyone paused for a moment, before finally remembering.

"Oh, that's right. You were asleep when he carried you home," Brook thought out-loud, resting a finger on his chin.

"He's the guy that picked you up after the party last night," Nami explained, rolling her eyes. "Y'know? Green-hair... perma-scowl... bit of an ass."

Your eyes widened, images of the mystery man from last night suddenly flashing in your mind.

'The hottie?!'

"Hey! Zoro's great!" Luffy defended.

"Whatever!"

"That was him?" you turned to Nami, "Is he coming?"

"Eh, who knows," she shrugged.

"Zoro kinda does his own thing. He shows up when he feels like it," Franky assured, plainly.

"Or when Luffy begs him to," Robin added, her hand rising to cover her small giggle.

"He can catch up," Sanji scoffed, taking a drag of his cigarette before starting down the hall. "We gotta go now. The stupid geezer'll have my ass if I'm late again."

"Yohoho! Can I drive?" Brook asked with a grin, turning to trail him.

"Hell no! Last time you almost crashed the Sunny into a streetlight!" Franky exclaimed, quickly following.

"Food! Food! Food! All for me to eat! Food! Food! Food! Such a tasty treat!" Luffy and Usopp sang, interlocking their arms before skipping down the hallway.

"You coming?" Robin asked, turning to you.

"In a minute," you nodded, opening your locker. "Lemme just grab a few things."

"'Kay. We'll bring the car around front."

With that, the two ladies left, and you opened your locker, reaching for the top shelf to grab your phone and your wallet.

"Looks like I'll get the chance to thank him after all," you sighed, tucking your items in your pockets before pulling out your bag and your jacket.

"Thank who?" Zoro asked, popping out from behind your locker door.

"Fuck!" you gasped, your hand whipping up and slapping him across the face without a second thought.

The sound echoed throughout the empty hallway, horrifying you as your eyes focused on the green-haired man standing before you, a painful, red mark stinging its way onto his tanned cheek.

He wasn't an asshole trying to get a laugh, or some sort of creep trying to scare you.

He was Zoro.

The man who saved you from the cops, and was kind enough to deal with the drunken aftermath.

'Oh, shit!'

"Oh, shit!" you exclaimed, apologetic.

He let out a small grunt, hand coming up to rotate and adjust his jaw in a motion that sent a fluttering warmth radiating through your stomach.

"Think I get why your spikes are so powerful..."

"Oh, my God! I am so sorry! I don't know why I did that!" you blurted, utterly mortified. "I just thought I was the only one left in this part of the school and I didn't expect it to be you and, you know, I'm a girl so—"

"S'alright," he assured, cutting off your spiral and shoving his hands in his pockets. "It was my fault. I shouldn't have snuck up on you like that."

Pausing, your eyes took a moment to rake over him, appreciating the sight before you.

The first two buttons of his white, collared shirt were undone—giving the world a glimpse of what you'd already felt to be an incredibly toned chest—paired with the school's navy blue, uniform jacket, which had its sleeves rolled up to reveal his corded forearms.

That, along with his baggy pants—which were hung low on his waist by a school-issued belt—and the three, gold earrings hanging from his ear, he looked like the poster child for high school bad boy.

And you'd be liar if you said you weren't eating it up.

"Actually, I've been meaning to track you down," you started, shutting your locker and slinging your bag over your shoulder before letting out a small sigh. "I wanted to talk to you about yesterday."

He raised a brow, pulling himself off the lockers as you started down the hallway and toward the exit.

"Look... last night... wasn't me. Not that it's an excuse... but I don't usually drink...and if I do, I definitely don't drink that much."

You took a moment, fighting off the embarrassed glow burning on your cheeks.

It made a faint smile crack on Zoro's lips.

You were adorable.

"Thinking back on it, I was lucky I ran into you when I did, and lucky you didn't toss me out the car for acting so stupid."

His chest rumbled with a small chuckle, the sound sending another flutter of butterflies soaring through your stomach.

"So, I wanted to say thank you... and hopefully start over," you stated, your eyes rising to meet his. "The last thing I want is to start off on the wrong foot with one of Nami's friends. Especially with the one that saved me from possibly being murdered."

"Don't worry about it," he assured, smoothly. "Better me than some creep..."

"Yeah, definitely..." you agreed, shaking away the horrible hypotheticals that had been plaguing your brain all day.

A moment of silence fell over you both, similar thoughts seeming to run through both your minds at the same time.

"So..." Zoro started, attempting to change the subject as he pushed the double doors of the school's entrance, holding it open for you. "How was the hangover? Gotta say I was surprised to see you up and moving so early."

"Oh, trust me. I won't be drinking for a looong time," you scoffed, giving him a quick nod of thanks before exiting. "I don't think you could fathom the migraine I woke up with this morning."

"No, I don't think I can," he stated, cockily, as a small smirk stretched across his lips. "Never been that drunk... or much of a light weight."

"Light weight?!" you snapped your head over to him, brows furrowed, "I drank enough to kill a damn racehorse!"

"And were two shots away from a black out. Sounds pretty light to me."

"I'd like to see you do it!"

"Bring me a couple bottles of sake and I'll show you, tipsy."

"Tipsy?!"

"I think it's fitting."

"How about asshole?"

"Not as catchy."

"I meant for you, asshole!"

BEEP! BEEP!

"Put a move on it, you two! C'mon!" Nami shouted out the window of the Sunny, the colorful Volkswagen van parked at the bottom of the school steps.

Turning from her, you glanced at Zoro once again, stomach turning at the sight of his side profile.

'Goddamn...'

His chin looked chiseled from the Gods.

"You gonna tag along? We're hittin' up the Baratie," you asked, nodding to your new friends.

He paused a moment, eyes flicking from the van to you, taking a quick second to rake over your features.

'Goddamn...'

Your eyes looked like they were glowing in the setting sun.

"Sure," he shrugged, hoping to play off the stutter of his heart.

It was almost embarrassing, the affect you had on him so effortlessly.

He barely even knew you, yet he'd been watching your every move, hanging on your every word.

During the game...

Wading through the crowds...

Shit, at your locker talking to his friends...

Was it a bit stalker-ish? ...Maybe.

 But given you slapped him across the face before he could even open his mouth, he figured that was the universe's way of dishing out his punishment for being such a creep.

"MOSSHEAD, MOVE YOUR ASS! I'M GONNA BE LATE FOR WORK!" Sanji barked from the passenger side.

Snapping himself out of it, Zoro's eyes widened, his head snapping to his side to see that you were gone.

"Over here, asshole!" you called, a cheeky smile gracing your lips from your spot next to Nami in the car.

Turning to the van, he spotted you sticking your head out the window, a crimson flush burning its way up his neck.

'Goddamn it...'

This was going to be a looong school year.

[hwasoup]

Tale As Old As Time

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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!!

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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.

taglist: @cupcakeinat0r , @miguelhugger2099, @mcmiracles, @xxsugarbonesxx,@codenameredkrystalmatrix,@deputy-videogamer,@lxverrings,@miguelzslvtz,@itsameclinicaldepression,,@ricekrisbris,@loser-alert , @thedevax, @uncle-eggy, @corpsebridenightamare, @m4dyy,

[k9offline]

🦴 INTRO

last edited: 22/08/24

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

╰┈➤ KEY:

★ = 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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Pfp by @/sillywolfdogwro3m

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.

they/he

Muscogee-Irish

sfw blog

wolfkin/werewolfkin

wulverkin

dire wolfkin

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!

all therians, otherkin, alterhumans, nonhumans, lycanthropes, endels, extranths, polymorphs, vampires, werekin, paleokin, fictionkin, plantkin, objectkin, conceptkin, voidkin, othervague, hybrids, otherhearted, fictionhearted, furries, and those that are questioning are more than welcome here!

[hisalphabrother]

⌖ meat/bro/dirk 🥩 ♱ 💥 bodily 21, he/it ⌖ DID system | BPD | fucktive | paraphile ⌖ disgusting perv freak, dom top ⌖ pro/dark/comship/dead dove, brocest/brocon luvr ⌖ collared by baby brother ♡

don’t fuckin’ hit on him. he’s mine

⌖ coyote & german shepherd therian. barks n howls ! bro/dirk strider irl ⌖ weed smokr, guitar playr, chronic masturbater, stridercest/brodave enjoyer, nasty (alpha) canine loser

more below the cut .

⌖ my dms aren’t open for anyone but my baby bro. same goes for asks. don’t send me anything sexual, not interested.

💥 Kinks:

Sibcest, dadcon, brocon/brocest, corruption & mindbreaking, cnc, non-con/dub-con/r4peplay, bloodplay, knifeplay, filthy shit (anal, piss, scat, emeto, gas/farting) stalking/kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, size difference, scarification, ownership, intox

i’m into most nasty shit. i have no filter. bold are favs.

🪓 Paras:

Coprophilia, eproctophilia

🩸 Hard limits:

ag3play/dd/lg, z00/k9, feet, detrans, n3cro, cuck

personally i can’t/won’t do these. they disgust me .

no DNI, I block freely.

don’t want minors, ageless accts, antis, pro-contact paras or anti-kink puritans interacting w me. if u got a problem, block me. if i got a problem, i’ll block you. pretty simple.

☢️ BYF:

none of what i enjoy in fiction reflects my reality. all of my posts are concepts, fiction, fantasy n roleplay only. i don’t condone any real abuse.

that bein said, i’m in support of anti-c paras.

i’m just a fuckin’ freak into weird shit. leave me alone abt it cuz i rlly don’t care ♡

🪓 Tags:

#જ⁀➴ ♡ | baby b -> baby bro posting ♡

#. ݁₊💥. ݁˖ | big bro howls -> my original posts

#⋆˚⌖˖ | alpha in rut -> nsfw

#₊˚⊹ 𓄒 | rebarks -> reblogs

#🕹️°˖➴ | dirkcore -> mecore shit— aesthetics, art, etc etc

congrats. you made it to the bottom.

[floralgraveyard]

domesticated, wolf, collar, harness, service dog, howl, chew toy (chew toy!!!1!1!1!), bark

teehee :3

domesticated — how easily do you give into your darling’s desires ? ( bonus : assuming you’d kidnapped them , how much pleading from them would it take for you to let them go ? ) - not much pleading. I'm gonna be honest. if someone doesn't want to be loved by me. I'll let them go. I'm not gonna force them to be mine.

wolf — are you more interested in your darling’s comfort , or your own desires and excitement ? - my darlings comfort!! I love making people happy and often put others happiness over myself and my happiness

collar — what kind of physical ownership would your darling ‘ wear ‘ ? ( a collar , matching necklaces , bruises , etc . ) - a collar, matching necklaces. MAYBE bruises but only consenttually of course !!!!<33

harness — how much control do you want over your darling’s life , body , and mind ,, if any ? - honestly. if I'm being honest I'm really really paranoid so I like to know everything. who their close friends, family, colleagues, pets, etc. but I won't ever strip someone of all their freedom. I will take care of them, though <3. like if they let me take control of their life I'll take care of them and treat them so so well

service dog — how much affection do you give to your darling compared to other people ? - I'm a very affectionate person to pretty much EVERYONE I surround myself with just more so with my darlings !!!

howl — would you ever punish your darling for something ? if so , what would you punish them for and how ? - honestly I don't believe punishment is the right way to handle misbehaviour. I'm not going to hurt or ignore them I don't have the heart for that. the worst thing they can do is hurt themselves to which ill help them feel better or try and escape to which I'll let them go because. if they don't want to be loved by me. I won't force them.

chew toy — do you like to mark your darling ? if so , how ? and if no , why not ? - similar answer to the collar question!!

bark — what’s the absolute worst thought you’ve had about your darling ? - I had a thought about one of my ex darlings once and it involved beating them kicking them to the ground and covering them in bruises just to kiss them and make it all better.

thanks for the ask puppy!!!<3

[closeted-canine]

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Hello, every creature! I realized I have yet to make an introduction post, so here it is!

Si hablan Español, hace clic aquí

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《-[ABOUT ME]-》

Name:

Wolf (English)

Lobo (Spanish)

Nicknames:

Wolfie (English)

Lobito (Spanish)

Pronouns + Gender:

He / Him / It / Its + Canine Neopronouns

Trans Male

Age + Birthday:

18 y/o • 08/25

Sexuality:

Bisexual

Demi-romantic

Nationality:

American (U.S.A)

Ethnicity:

Mexican / American

Located:

California, U.S.A

Languages:

English (Primary, native-speaker)

Spanish (Secondary, Intermediate)

Non-human identity / terms used:

[Domestic Dog]:

German Shepherd / Doberman

[Gray Wolf]:

- - - -

Alaskan Timber Wolf

[Preferred Terms]:

Transspecies (Canine)

Holothere / Physical nonhuman

Non-human

Canine / Dog / Wolf

[Sometimes used, not Preferred]:

Otherkin

Therian

Likes:

Minecraft, taxidermy and vulture culture, Music, MLP;FIM, Bluey, all forms of art (painting, sewing, performance, etc.), nature, books, writing, and drawing, Herbal / natural medicine, paganism, animism, and witchcraft (especially animal and plant magic).

Dislikes:

Overstimulating situations, religious debates, ignorance, hate speech, unnecessary drama... (you get the idea)

Disorders / Conditions:

ADHD + Autism, Anxiety, Depression with psychotic features, PTSD

Disabled - Type 1 Diabetes (insulin dependent)

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《-[BOUNDARIES / DNI]-》

Notice: Purposefully disrespecting my boundaries will result in you being blocked. I will only correct you once, if you continue to disrespect me you will be blocked.

[Boundaries]:

Do not call me human, ever. Just do not call me human.

Do not refer to me as / call me a woman /female.

Do not use She / Her pronouns for me.

Do not refer to me as a therian or otherkin, I sometimes use these terms for myself so folk unfamiliar with terms like Transspecies can understand me easier but I do not identify with these terms.

Do not make sexual comments about me or my Non-humanity.

Please do not interact with me or my blog if you are under 16. If you are 16-17 you can interact with my blog by liking, commenting, following and sending asks. I'd rather you don't DM me but if its for something like an appropriate question about non humanity, go ahead.

(If you are under 18 and come across a NSFW post of mine, do not interact with it. Thank you)

I am okay with direct messages from adults (18 or older)! My DMs are always open, so if you have a question or just want to chat, feel free to send me a message!

I am also okay with folk asking to be friends or asking for my other socials.

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[d0gbite]

hi!! if ur comfortable sharing, I was curious abt how u were able to differentiate being dog and being a wolf? what is specific to you about each that made it clear that you are both and not only a dog or only a wolf? I’m a dog. currently questioning if I was ever a wolf at all or if I’m another canid. I relate more to being dog like and don’t actually share many traits with wolves. I think I just “feel” like one bc of their environment, them being a canine, and bc of exposure/interest. so idk if I should even id as one anymore lol.

hi!! i’m so glad you asked me this because i love talking about it & was thinking about making a post on it anyway

i’ve known i was a wolf for a very long time. since i was a little kid, even, so i don’t entirely remember how i found that out. i just always have been. i’ve always had a huge love of wolves, and felt like deep down i was one of them at heart. i felt like i belonged with them.

it’s only more recently, in the last 3-4 years, that i’ve felt more like a dog. i’ve always been obsessed with dogs (they’re my special interest) but never felt attached to them the way i did with wolves.

to me, the biggest difference is how i experience each of them. i feel as though in my soul, i am a wolf. i have a wolf’s soul in a human body. i relate to them on such a spiritual level. i don’t have many wolf traits, either (so you’re not alone in that), but i know i am one with them and i know deep down there’s a wolf in here. my very being feels longing for the northern/canadian forests. i know i’m a wolf because of how deep in my soul i feel the need for freedom, pack loyalty, wilderness, howling at the moon.

on the other hand, in my mind, i am a dog. i have a dog’s brain in a human body. i relate to them on a more psychological, emotional, mental level. i believe it’s partially from trauma, but definitely not entirely. i started realizing that my dog type is more prominent when i started feeling lots of dog impulses and wanting dog things; barking, chasing things/people, being hopelessly loyal, needing an owner, feeling obedient, etc. it feels much more domestic, more content with my current human-adjacent life. being a wolf feels like yearning, being a dog feels like comfort.

i do feel a lot like you do, where i relate more to being stereotypically doglike. i also often think maybe i just feel like a wolf because i love northern forests and wolves, because i’m not much like wolves. but that doesn’t necessarily mean you aren’t also a wolf. heck, i’m also a cheetah, and i’m nothing like cheetahs lol. sometimes it’s just random.

sometimes when i’m feeling uncertain or insecure about my identities, specifically wolf, i’ll watch documentaries or videos about them. pictures aren’t as helpful for me personally, but looking at them can be useful too. i always know i’m still a wolf because despite the questioning and second-guessing, i can’t help the feelings of belonging, familiarity, kinship, comfort, and yearning i get from watching those documentaries. and even when i watch documentaries about different kinds of wolves (like the vancouver coastal sea wolf), i feel a familial love, but not the same belonging. not the same identity bond.

i hope this helps!!! identity is such an interesting thing, and exploring and figuring them out is so beautiful. even if it takes a while, it’s worth it. you’ve probably heard this a million times, but take your time, and it’s okay to be mistaken :]

[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. :)

[aita-blorbos]

(OC. 👁🐺 <- to find later)

Aita for just being kind of a jackass?

Alright, so, getting straight to the point, I (20+, male) am just A Regular Guy. The thing is, uh, while I'm not exactly a monster per se, where I come from, people are sometimes very weird, so weird shit is basically the norm, and I'm one of the few who are like, exceptionally weird, what with 5 eyes and pitch black fur and some really fucked up anatomy. But I swear there's nothing out of the ordinary with my existence itself.

Anyways, Ma kicked me out from home for being a lazy bum a few years back and, tbh, that's alright. The thing is, I was really lost. I had no job, no place to stay, and not a single shred of money. But that's when I had a BRILLIANT idea.

Remember when I said I'm exceptionally weird? So, turns out I'm weird enough to pass as a mysterious cryptid!

So, I made myself home at this abandoned hospice, and started to "terrorize" this nearby town.

I say "terrorize" with quotations because that's really all I do. I play some pranks, scare people, and steal stuff, mainly food and things like video games, comfy pillows, etc. I turned that hospice into my dream home and lemme tell you, it's GREAT. It's spacious, I don't gotta worry about cleaning, and I don't have to pay taxes!

But you see, the thing is, the town I mess around in, it has an above-average number of missing teenagers, y'know? Lotsa people betweeb 13-18 just vanish every year.

So, a group of like, 5 or 6 teens (idk I didn't count) broke into MY hospice because they thought I was the one responsible for making teenagers disappear! And like, I get it. I'm the local fucked up cryptid! But still, I think they were kinda rude.

Now, I'll be the bigger man here (HA this is funny because I'm taller than all of them! ...Well, except for this one abnormally tall catgirl, but I digress) and admit that I did chase them down while barking and howling and twisting my body in impossible ways, but that was just because one of the girls had taken MY (well, not exactly mine, because I did steal it) console, and was intending to take it with her!

And, I still maintain that they were unreasonably rude to me. Almost as if I WAS, in fact, some teenage eating monster! Now, I DO have a livestream channel, but I'm not nearly popular enough for that kinda controversy!

So yeah, I am kind of a jackass in general, but am I really THAT much of an asshole?

[fandomregression]

perhaps some petre Gunpowder Tim headcanons? Maybe? I’m so insane about him he’s such a little guy

take my hand. we shall be insane together

Pet Regressor Gunpowder Tim Headcanons!

okay, step one. puppy. hims just a silly puppy with a lot of energy

of course tim has basically acquired any and all gear that he could possibly want considering he's in space and has been for who knows how long. he has his favorite ears (the ones i posted before bc those adorable) and a tail to match. he's got a dark blue collar with stars all over it and a lil bone-shaped tag that just says "gunner" on it

tim also loves collecting puppy toys, so he has so many rope toys, so many tennis balls, stuffies, squeaker toys, whatever he can get his hands on. jonny hates this

jonny has threatened many times to disembowel tim's squeaker toys and steal the squeakers, but tim knows he's full of shit. he squeaks his toys even louder just to annoy jonny

i know it can be a little ehhhh in some circles, but i think he'd have a crate. a big crate that he stuffs with a heating mat, a bunch of blankets, those old padded crib guards, etc. he puts string lights along the top, and then he covers the crate with another blanket. sometimes if everything is just too overwhelming and terrible, tim will just crawl into his puppy crate and shut the door as a sign to not bother him

puppy time is one if the few times that they can get fruit or veggies in him. it's easy to say things like "well puppies LOVE blueberries!! it's a treat!!!" and trick him a lil bit into eating healthy stuff

marius even hides meds for him in peanut butter. this amuses him to no end that it WORKS

tim has gotten hold of his guns approx. 3 times while he's been a puppy, and all 3 times resulted in him getting chased around the ship by his crewmates with them fussing for him to drop them. the chaos just makes him wanna do it again but his efforts are always thwarted

jonny is still his main cg i cannot let that go its too cute to me. he cannot fight it when he just has a big ol puppy boy plop down on him and demand cuddles

they don't use a leash on him that would feel weird, and tim has just flat-out said no, but they do have a harness! like a kid harness, it even has a plush puppy on the back of it. they put it on him when they leave the ship just because if he sees a bird or bug he WILL run after it

he still uses a paci sometimes when he's a pup, and he has a clip for it that attaches to his collar so he never loses it (he still loses it sometimes)

world class champion barker right there he can bark. he can yap. he can howl if he so desires. the possibilities are endless and jonny is endlessly holding his head in his hands

do NOT give him a bath he will lose his mind (this is a lie. please give him a bath he's rolled around in mud. no one knows where the mud came from)

[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