watcherwingedcat

[watcherwingedcat]

Niche kin appreciation 8! Write a poem or a drabble!

You are stronger than you think

You are your eyes, your wings, your magic

Your won't let anyone take it away

You are braver than you think

You are yourself, through hardships, through pain, through regection

You are your feathers, your cape, your energy

You are destined to do something great

Don't let anyone take it away from you

Bark, hiss, bite, run. You are strong, you are brave, you are great

[watcherwingedcat]

Someone stole my pelt.

It wasn't a man that took it from me to steal me as his bride like a traditional selkie story.

It wasn't my mother or my father, trying to hide the truth from me because I came into the world wearing an animal skin.

It wasn't even the doctor who delivered me, trying to make me live a human life because I was some "abomination".

I should have had a pelt, but it never came. My blood, my bones, my very soul seem to cry out for a life I never got the opportunity to live. Born for a pelt I would never wear. A body I could never change into. Something I could only imagine by watching others of my kind, sitting on the docks in communal groups in comfort while I'm "other". The furless, bipedal creature that can't enter the water like they can, watching them with my tiny eyes and hair that sprouts from my head and wearing my funny clothes.

To me, I am them.

To them, I am human.

This fact never killed my instincts. Since I could move, I have wanted to be near water. My infant hands would play with cubes of ice and reach for videos on the old TV screen of oceans and pools and water spraying from broken pipes with a smile on my face. I couldn't keep my hands out of the duck ponds and city fountains once I was able to walk. Then, when I could swim, seemingly no one could take me out of the pool. Even a near drowning experience only made me frustrated, wanting to learn how to swim better so I could go under the water next time.

One year, I found the show H2O: Just Add Water, and I was mesmerized. The idea of being able to visit some magical moon pool and suddenly be able to stay in the sea, swimming effortlessly with a tail I could conjure up at any time was a dream come true. My unrestricted internet access led me down the wormhole of "real spells online", and I was wearing a necklace everyday blessed under some full moon and drinking salty water from a jar every day. I could cry and cry and cry all day when I never developed a single scale, never got a selkie pelt, and couldn't go under the water the way I wanted to.

I can't explain it. I don't know why I am the way I am, but clearly something about me was misplaced when I was born. My wiring, my soul, something innate is meant to be off the land. My hands feel webbed and like they're missing claws. My teeth feel too short compared to what I seem to know they should be. I always want salmon and tuna and trout, yet will never be able to take a bite of any of them. I was born in a dry place, as if trying to keep me away on purpose. I don't know anyone in my life who doesn't think of me as some sort of water being, comparing me often to seals, otters, mermaids, water birds, and yet I feel so much like a selkie who has been forcibly trapped in a house, being told to forget who I am, to not look for the pelt, to not dip my toes in the tides.

It's unfair. I was robbed. Someone took my pelt, and there's nothing I can do about that. But it will never stop me from trying to get as close as possible to living how I was meant to. It won't stop me from walking into the freezing waters at the marina. From digging through sand with my bare hands. From eating every shellfish that crosses my path. From immersing myself, clothes and all, into the running river hidden away behind the trees. From walking the halls with a fur blanket draped around my shoulders, dragging along the artifical floors while I pretend they're sand and rock. From visiting my kind in the wild, even if they look back at me and cannot see what I feel. I'll be waiting forever to get in the water, but I have done what I can by moving towards the coast and out of the mountainous alpine desert.

Nothing will take my spirit from me, even when everything else has been stripped away.

A selkie is a selkie, even without her pelt.

[watcherwingedcat]

fuck it, I’ve been wondering what the fuck “of no clan” means and what a clan of dragons looks like for literal years. I’m making it up and no one can stop me. fuck canon getting hung up on “verifying” past life memories, my city now

[watcherwingedcat]

Literally

weird rules, social expectations and Being A Woman

you know, something that really pisses me off about Society (tm) is how normativity is just so mindlessly, happily rewarded, even by the most tolerant of people. specifically (but not exclusively) regarding to gender expression.

i am a woman. i was born a woman, i live as a woman, i am perceived as a woman, and i even identify as a woman. ill admit i also have some gender fuckery going on in here, but my internal identity is, frankly, nobodys business; im happy to be assumed a woman, because i honestly dont care how others perceive me in this regard. but. this doesnt mean that i am happy to do the whole nonsense routine that is required to be considered a Real Woman by almost everyone in this god darn planet. i dont do makeup, i dont like to style my hair, i mostly stopped shaving, and you couldnt pay me to care about clothes.

my mother is always telling me about how pretty i am. growing up, i heard it all the time. you have such beautiful curls, if i had hair like yours i would let it grow a lot longer (thanks, i like it shorter tho). im so jealous of your eyes, they are so blue! (haha yeah, i was born with them). i bet this dress would look so pretty on you, why do you never wear skirts? (they just make me uncomfortable, i like my own clothes anyways). if you wore makeup more often you would look so much more beautiful (i like how my face looks, thanks). you should shave your legs, they look bad like that (you never tell [brother] to shave his legs).

it is infuriating. i hate it so, so much. i am a woman, not a doll to play dress up with. and if i have to pretend to be a human, the least that society could do is to just let me exist in peace! it drives me crazy that all this is even expected. worst part, it is fucking Everywhere.

this christmas one of my cousins got me a new pencil case. it is pink and green, and has some cats and snakes and bugs and moons drawn on it. it is beautiful, and although i wasnt too thrilled about the color, i figured it was cool so i began using it. one of my friends saw me take it out during class, said oooo [name], thats so pretty! and gave me a Look. i dont know how to explain it without sounding crazy, but i swear it was like she was saying, so now you like Woman Stuff! you know what Look im talking about, right? when you finally cave in and do the feminine thing, and its like everyone is so happy that youre finally filling your expected role in life. it is weird as hell. i dont like it.

but like, this is my friend, who supports me being aroace and autistic and IS BISEXUAL HERSELF! something something, leftism leaving peoples bodies when a gender non-conforming person does something that is stereotypically associated with their gender. idk, its a bit like dog training when you think about it for a second. in animal training (and i mean proper animal training, not beating your dog until it stops barking), good behavior should be rewarded, while bad behavior is supposed to be ignored so the animal learns to only do the good behavior. you do the feminine thing, and you get smiles and compliments; you stop doing it, then suddenly gender presentation doesnt matter. and this... training behavior is, of course, mostly unconscious, with its perpetrators unaware that theyre even doing it. if i asked my friend what she meant by that, she would say that she didnt mean anything, she just liked the case. if i asked my mother why do i have to shave while my brother doesnt, she would say that its just how things are.

its just how things are. its how it always has been. its how it always will be. so just shut up, smile, and pretend it isnt happening. pretend youre not being trained like a dog to salivate at the sound of a bell. it doesnt matter, it isnt happening, so why bother thinking about it? dont think about it. stop thinking about it.

[watcherwingedcat]

putting this on main actually;

it annoys me to death when folks say stuff like “i’m not a therian, im a [xyz animal]”

because hey that’s what a therian is!

to say you don’t identify as a therian because you just ARE that animal is to say that therians AREN’T really the animal they claim to be. which is so wrong. to say you don’t like the term therian because it’s ‘too human’ is so insensitive.

therians are not necessarily human! someone calling themself a therian in no way makes them human! equating therians with humans is weird!

stop treating us like we are human, stop trying to separate ‘really being an animal’ from being a therian. they are the same thing. you’re not superior or different to us because you “really are that animal”. we all are.

[watcherwingedcat]

Humans are a horrible species that destroy the planet and controll eachother through government/hierarchy. They are also incredibly weak and helpless; having to rely on technology for everything.

Of course there are plenty of great humans out there, but as a whole they kinda suck.

Really, why would anyone want to call themselves human?

[watcherwingedcat]

(Sorry Talon, this turned into a bit of a rant/vent because of what happened this weekend, if you don't want to read it just don't)

I hate normativity. I hate that is so heavily praised. I hate that everyone does it, I hate that it is expected to you to do it. I hate that deviating even a little bit from it is seen as a crime, is wrong and horrible and bad.

Sometimes I hate being trans. Sometimes I love it. My gender is weird, is mostly masculine but also neutral at the same time but also, I'm a boy in the way a dog is a boy. That kind of shit. I'm not harming anyone. I didn't choose this. I wish I was born a woman, I wish I wasn't trans. But I am, and others (specifically my family, my mother) seem to take is an attack?? Like, hello, I didn't choose this. You act as if I say I'm a boy to piss you off. To make you mad. It's not my fault. I'm like this and your job as a mother, as family, is to support me, to accept me at bare minimum.

I hate how specifically, when women want to go to a family event or a formal event or whatever, they have to wear their best clothes, a dress, their best make-up! To look nice for other people. And men just. They wear a shirt and that's it. No-one bats an eye. No-one cares. But I don't want to wear a dress and I don't want to wear a skirt and I want to wear a shirt and suddenly "I don't look pretty on that"?? You just complimented my brother, who wears a shirt too. You called him handsome. Why I'm not handsome to you??? What do I have to do??

My mother acts like I'm a horrible person because, in her own point of view, I should care for my appearance. I should look nice to everyone, like I'm some kind of fucking doll or something. I'm not a doll. I'm not a woman. I'm a boy, I'm an animal. And if I don't want to dress up to abide to your standards? That's my decision.

We talk so much about how society has changed, how much progress we've made. But if my own family wants to put me in a neat box just because I was born with a pussy instead of a penis, they have another thing coming. I'm too nice to say anything, for now. You poke the dog until it snaps. So brace yourself, because this dog one day will be angry. And angry dogs bite.

weird rules, social expectations and Being A Woman

you know, something that really pisses me off about Society (tm) is how normativity is just so mindlessly, happily rewarded, even by the most tolerant of people. specifically (but not exclusively) regarding to gender expression.

i am a woman. i was born a woman, i live as a woman, i am perceived as a woman, and i even identify as a woman. ill admit i also have some gender fuckery going on in here, but my internal identity is, frankly, nobodys business; im happy to be assumed a woman, because i honestly dont care how others perceive me in this regard. but. this doesnt mean that i am happy to do the whole nonsense routine that is required to be considered a Real Woman by almost everyone in this god darn planet. i dont do makeup, i dont like to style my hair, i mostly stopped shaving, and you couldnt pay me to care about clothes.

my mother is always telling me about how pretty i am. growing up, i heard it all the time. you have such beautiful curls, if i had hair like yours i would let it grow a lot longer (thanks, i like it shorter tho). im so jealous of your eyes, they are so blue! (haha yeah, i was born with them). i bet this dress would look so pretty on you, why do you never wear skirts? (they just make me uncomfortable, i like my own clothes anyways). if you wore makeup more often you would look so much more beautiful (i like how my face looks, thanks). you should shave your legs, they look bad like that (you never tell [brother] to shave his legs).

it is infuriating. i hate it so, so much. i am a woman, not a doll to play dress up with. and if i have to pretend to be a human, the least that society could do is to just let me exist in peace! it drives me crazy that all this is even expected. worst part, it is fucking Everywhere.

this christmas one of my cousins got me a new pencil case. it is pink and green, and has some cats and snakes and bugs and moons drawn on it. it is beautiful, and although i wasnt too thrilled about the color, i figured it was cool so i began using it. one of my friends saw me take it out during class, said oooo [name], thats so pretty! and gave me a Look. i dont know how to explain it without sounding crazy, but i swear it was like she was saying, so now you like Woman Stuff! you know what Look im talking about, right? when you finally cave in and do the feminine thing, and its like everyone is so happy that youre finally filling your expected role in life. it is weird as hell. i dont like it.

but like, this is my friend, who supports me being aroace and autistic and IS BISEXUAL HERSELF! something something, leftism leaving peoples bodies when a gender non-conforming person does something that is stereotypically associated with their gender. idk, its a bit like dog training when you think about it for a second. in animal training (and i mean proper animal training, not beating your dog until it stops barking), good behavior should be rewarded, while bad behavior is supposed to be ignored so the animal learns to only do the good behavior. you do the feminine thing, and you get smiles and compliments; you stop doing it, then suddenly gender presentation doesnt matter. and this... training behavior is, of course, mostly unconscious, with its perpetrators unaware that theyre even doing it. if i asked my friend what she meant by that, she would say that she didnt mean anything, she just liked the case. if i asked my mother why do i have to shave while my brother doesnt, she would say that its just how things are.

its just how things are. its how it always has been. its how it always will be. so just shut up, smile, and pretend it isnt happening. pretend youre not being trained like a dog to salivate at the sound of a bell. it doesnt matter, it isnt happening, so why bother thinking about it? dont think about it. stop thinking about it.

[watcherwingedcat]

yall... some friends of mine lowkey hate furries and therians. but they're so great in all other aspects.... covering my ears and eyes with my paws rn.

[watcherwingedcat]

Niche kin appreciation 7! Share your favourite aspects of your kin!

I love that this kin is up to fan interpretation! This is both a blessing and a curse, because that means that I can morph into whatever I am! I can create my own aspect, my own abilities and instincts. But also is bad because to me it may feel at times that I'm not "valid" enough...

I love my wings. I love the fact that we're protectors. I love how free we are. I love our dimension, I love how strong we are.

[watcherwingedcat]

Exotrauma - Trauma stemming from events that did not happen in this reality/universe/to your current physical body.

Exomemories - Memories that did not happen in this reality/universe.

Psuedo-PTSD - A simulated version of PTSD caused by exotrauma.

[watcherwingedcat]

If I were to create a new headmate voluntarily, even though I'm traumagenic, how much would anti-endos whine about such an idea? Where would they even place me, categorically? Would it break their brains or would they decide I've lost my traumagenic status? I need to know what goes on in their heads.

[watcherwingedcat]

SALMON !!! SALMON AHHSHAHAHCH

i feel so euphoric whenever I get to eat salmon it's my fave food and its one of my kintypes' faves too!!

Hehehehe wolp

[watcherwingedcat]

I'm a therian and have identified with that label for a few years now, but I don't really tell people or wear gear or do anything where other people actually KNOW that I'm a therian (atleast, most of my irls don't know.) And that's not a problem, but it DOES mean that sometimes my friends bring up things that feel like they are trying to hint that THEYRE a therian.

and then I'm put in this awkward situation of like... I'm autistic and i may be critically misreading this situation. And i don't want to have to tell you I'm a dog if that means i have to sit here and spend half an hour explaining to you how and why I'm a dog. But I also want you to feel completely safe to tell me if YOURE a dog, because that would be fucking epic, do you want to play fetch and such things

[watcherwingedcat]

Shout out to that time I accidentally came out as Otherkin to my main without knowing I was Otherkin

[watcherwingedcat]

Nonhumans of Tumblr, what kind of stories about nonhumans do you prefer?

A) Realistic stories which focus on 'slice of life' and modern therian/nonhuman culture (e.g. a story about a young therian wearing a mask and doing quads with their therian friends)

B) Realistic stories with less focus on modern therian culture and more focus on the experience of being therian/nonhuman (e.g. a story in which the focus of the narrative is the MCs therianthropy or other such nonhuman identity and how that impacts other things in their life)

C) Semi-realistic with wish fulfillment elements that can become fantastical (e.g. a story in which being nonhuman is fully accepted by society and integrated into it and/or there are scientfic procedures that can transition you into your 'type etc)

D) Unrealistic stories about 'humans' learning they're not actually human and being able to do something about it because of magic or extremely sci-fictionlike reasons, including stories about shapeshifters etc whether they use terms like 'nonhuman' and 'therian' or not.

E) Stories that aren't technically about nonhumans, but have certain vibes to them that you relate to.

F) Some combo of the above/all

G) I don't like stories about nonhumanity

[watcherwingedcat]

Downloaded tiktok again... Now I'm making it my full time job to yell at stupid mfs.

Also this is hilarious vv

Anyways I might eventually post on tiktok so follow me if you want @ hushedhowls

[watcherwingedcat]

Completely forgot I had the option to post this but beast moment