Do You Miss All Your Old Selves?

涼を求めて

Therians, Otherkin, & Alterhumans: I am BEGGING you to credit artists when you use their work for memes, moodboards, stimboards, icons, banners etc. (anything)

It is the minimum we should be doing when I know most of us aren’t even checking to see if the artists are even ok with using their works in this way.

I promise you it doesn’t actually take that long to find the creator most of the time, and if you cant find it- maybe someone else can or maybe don’t use it. “Couldnt find the creator” “credit to artist” etc, is NOT viable

夜明けの細い月

unhinged thirty days of otherkin challenge, day 17: are you bitey?

i was going to say no, but...

i've been jokingly referring to my masks as muzzles for a while now. when i get irritated with customers at work i imagine biting them rather than, like. hitting them. i offer to bite people for my coworkers and friends.

i think it's safe to say i'm bitey.

i need to rb more non-mammals. there's a serious mammal bias on this blog

Psychological therian not as in "this one circumstance from my childhood made me this one species" but as in "millions of tiny things over the course of my entire life from birth to well into adulthood added up to create a nonhuman identity that likely continues to evolve as my psyche changes, some of which I can identify but many of which will get lost as memories of unremarkable life events seemingly unrelated to my nonhumanity"

unhinged thirty days of otherkin challenge, day 6: does your kintype migrate?

no migrating. i think we go into dormancy with the forest in the colder months. i wish i could go into dormancy in this human shape... big nap.

day 7: sleepy or awakey?

in the hottest and coldest times of the year i am. sleepy. when the weather is milder, i am awakey!

unhinged thirty days of otherkin challenge, days 4 and 5: do you like sticks? do you like leaves?

you can do so much with sticks. you can stack sticks into a pile, create art pieces, break them into pieces to hear that satisfying snap, play swords... the possibilities are endless.

you have to admire the variety of shapes, textures, and colors that leaves come in. the canopy up above casts such lovely dappled shadows on the forest floor and allows only the sweetest rays of sunlight through. effervescent.

and if you find a stick with leaves on? pick that thing up and shake it around. the weight and sound of it is delightful.

The Daily Advertiser, Lafayette, Louisiana, February 27, 1918