My Eyes Sparkle And Tear Up With The Soul Of The Stars My Hair Is A Vast, Expansive Nebula My Arms Reach

I keep worrying that I won’t be therian forever. Keep worrying that I’ll “grow out of it” or something like that.

Even though for me it’s an identity and not a phase and it’s really important to me so I don’t wanna lose it especially since discovering I am a therian and discovering my theriotype

Sometimes I also worry that I’m not therian enough but that’s not true

Guys i finally opened up to my bestfriend about my theriotype and kintypes. He actually accept me!! I feel better because before that, I just feel a really deep existential crisis because im a part of the universe stuck in a flesh with meat and bones. After I opened up, I feel better and refreshing as if something inside me just lightened up. I realised being an otherkin/therian isnt easy, but it feels wonderful sometimes <3

Every once in a while, I have this fantasy where suddenly, magically, every single person in the world is made into their exact, idealized form.

For the majority of people, itd be small changes. Maybe thinner, maybe larger, taller, shorter, curvier, ect.

For some folks, it'd be as simple as an instant gender change.

But then, for probably a larger group than you'd expect, things would get wild. There would be giants and tinies, anthro animal folk, kaiju, slimes, robots, plushes, mythical creatures, ect.

And I specifically think about that point, where everyone in the world realizes that they're seeing each other's "true" forms, no matter how strange or subtle. And I think about the understanding between everyone, where they'd know that even if you've become a completely different creature, you're happy. And it's you.

I'd like to think that everyone would respect each other's new forms. That feels hopeful, but I'd want it to be true.

Then I imagine the feeling of being myself. A short, roundish, fluffy pigeon. I can probably still talk, but making coos is much more comfortable. Maybe I still have hands at the ends of my wings, maybe i use my feet for things.

But people would look at me, and no matter how strange i seem, they'd know it was truly, actually me.

Loafin’

i’m so fucking tired of being told i’m not an animal

THIS FLESH IS MADE OF CHAINS AND TETHERS ME TO THIS DECAYING EARTH

I WANT TO GO HOME

mrrow!! *paws at you* *paws at you* *paws at you* *paws at you* *paws at you* *bites you* *paws at you* *paws at you* *paws at you* *paws at you* *paws at you* *paws at you* *paws at you* *paws at you* *paws at you* *paws at you*

Okay so today's rain is really dense that the power went out for a while.

While the rest of my family kept calm, I growled, felt my (phantom) ears twitch, and grit my teeth. I thought something is after me so I became cautious and ready to bite. Yea, I look calm, but my soul feels threatened, aware of a danger that probably doesnt exist.

I probably had a mental shift for a while, but then the power just went on a few minutes later

This sounds so basic but this is the first time I genuinely acknowledge my behaviours after a while sooo

Heart of Pluto