#im not good at like identifying species or anything but i know some of the common ones here

[roturo]

BITE ME

summary: being a vampire hunter wasn't easy, and it became rougher when you encountered a cute tall white-haired vampire that would change up your opinions about them

warnings: smut, blood, vampire!gojo x vampire hunter!reader, sub!gojo, dacryphilia, gojo cries during sex lmao, kinda rushed, piv, unprotected sex, overstimulation, kinda fucked dumb tbh, blood lust, like it was love at first sight yass, no one is in their right mind, just horny tbh, loved this idea, maybe oc gojo idk, bc he's such a cutie pie here, aghdhsagbdy this is cute that im even surprised, never wrote for sub!gojo but idk, enjoy.

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Since little you were taught many things, but the most important one is to always hate vampires.

Living in a community divided by unnatural human beings and well, humans, made society enter into a conflict if both kinds of communities should mix. 

Your family was a well known vampire hunter, you lived in a forest far away from the city where most of the vampires usually exist between humans. Being a medical student made you learn a lot about the species that killed your dad. So being a recognized ‘vampire hunter’ wasn’t such a good thing.

Maybe that’s why you couldn’t stand being near them, nor living with them. That’s why when you had a vampire as a patient (who are most of the time the ½ vampires) you made sure of learning all about them, learning how to defend yourself from them, and even might kill them.

You have a specific freezer for human blood and some samples of whatever type of blood vampires have. Spending most of the time examining the different types of cells and differences from the human blood.

And that’s the thing. Having human blood and being alone in the middle of nowhere is not the safest option to avoid vampires.

Gojo Satoru is a well respected young vampire, not by his ancestors though, since he decided to live more of a ‘pacific lifestyle.’ Humans had this thing where vampires couldn’t feed themselves with human blood. At this rate he doesn’t know if the new generations are good for everyone or just for humans, and do not even dare to talk about animal blood, that’s disgusting. 

But when he has the chance of drinking human blood, I'm telling you, this man becomes insatiable. Maybe that’s why society invented other types of supplements for vampires. But coming from a lofty clan, he couldn’t live from those disgusting things human called ‘’food’’

And well... when he saw this cute lady coming out from the hospital with a case full of blood bags (thanks to his supernatural power to identify the delectable human blood on his own) he couldn’t resist himself from following you until you got home.

Please let it be possible that vampires can be knocked out, you thought. You couldn't believe a vampire was standing right infront of your freezer looking for something. With all of the strength you could muster up, you swung the pan down right on his head, no doubt strong enough to give anyone a major concussion. Immediately, he fell to the ground, as lifeless as he wouldn’t be if he wasn’t a vampire.

“Holy shit…” You breathed out, shoulders high and tense. Looking down at him, you noticed how young he looked, and in all honesty, he didn’t look threatening at all. You felt a tinge of worry, wondering if he wasn’t a vampire after all, and you might’ve just killed him.

So that’s how you find yourself here and how you might met the love of your life.

Edging closer to the man, you bent down to see if he was breathing. He was completely still. That didn’t tell you much, though, as he could be dead or…the undead.

Thank god you had a basement here, especially if anything like this happened. I guess following your dad's steps really helped you out. Which was why it was the best place to drag the vampire into. Maybe you could keep him in there and question him on how the hell he got into your house, and at the same time, you could keep him at a safe distance from yourself.

He was much heavier than you thought he was, but you guessed that came from his height. He was still unconscious but you guessed that it wouldn’t be for long. Suddenly, two large hands grabbed the rusted metal bars from inside of the room and you screamed as his face had come into view like a jump scare.

“Get me out.”

You backed up from the window as far as you could, going to the other side of the room. You didn’t know why you were so scared, mainly because he was behind a locked door. You guessed that despite whatever vampire strength he had, he couldn’t get himself out.

Maybe it’s the hit on his head still playing games? The metal bars your dad gave you for this?

“What are you doing? Let me out!” He frowned. “Why did you put me in here?”

“W-why are you in my house?” You asked him. He didn’t say anything for a second.

‘’Ah.. shit.’’ Right, the blood bags. “Bitch, I was hungry!” He yelled back, making you recoil. Did he just call you a bitch? “That’s why I’m here, because I was hungry and I thought that maybe I could steal some of the blood bags you have.’’

‘‘Have you been stalking me?!’’ How does this vampire know about the blood bags?!

‘‘Uh-... no?... Yes.’’

You sighed. “Do you have anywhere else to go?”

“No…not really.” He said as if he was embarrassed. “I decided to drop out of college when I turned, so I can’t go back on campus.”

 “You can stay here if you want.” You didn’t exactly feel sure about him staying here, but he might help you with your research. He’s still a vampire after all… he’s a threat. But fuck it, that's how you learn new things. You asked for his name after you told yours.

‘‘Okay… Gojo Satoru. But you have to stay in there for a while, until I trust you.’’

“What about when I’m hungry?” He asked.

“I’ll figure that out’’

“What about when I’m lonely?”

“...’’

The faint sound of Gojo calling in your name woke you up. 

“What the fuck…?” You frowned, squinted eyes getting used to the sunlight. “Oh my fucking gosh.” You quickly got up from your bed, putting on your slippers, and stumbling out of your room, barely able to walk in a straight line. You stomped your way down two flights of stairs until you were met with Gojo holding on to the bars again. “What?!”

“Hi.” He greeted you. “It’s tomorrow, right? I can’t really tell since I’ve been locked in a basement of a dungeon with no light. But if it’s tomorrow, can I have a blood bag? It’s been weeks since I’ve eaten.’’

‘‘And why haven’t you eaten? There’s literal stores for you, vampires!’’

‘‘Ah.. well… I don’t like those.’’

‘‘What?...’’ You looked at him in disbelief for a few seconds. “You woke me up at 7 in the morning for a blood bag?”

“In my defense, I didn’t know it was 7.” He shrugged. You opened up the door of the cell, walking up the stairs, still tired from waking up only ten minutes ago. You heard him follow you, steps surprisingly light for someone as tall as he was.

He started looking around your house, kinda creepy for a vampire if you keep looking at weapons for them.

‘‘Um.. Are you a vampire hunter?’’

‘‘Yes.’’

He chuckled at your answer and sat on top of the table. ‘Why? Weren’t they banned like years ago? Humans even live with vampires, that’s silly from you.’’

‘‘Maybe I wouldn’t be silly if your kind didn’t killed my dad.’’

.... Shit. Maybe you shouldn't have said that.

‘‘Oh... I’m sorry.’’

You sighed, he didn’t mean it in a bad way, he shouldn’t receive this type of behavior from you.

‘‘It 's… okay. I’m not a vampire hunter like it, i’m more like a vampire examinator?’’ Well, you didn’t even think about that one before, if you didn’t want to kill vampires why are you doing this?

You handed him a blood bag from the freezer, watching his eyes light up made you slightly smile, he’s kinda cute. You woke up from your trance and slightly shook your head away from those thoughts.

“Remember not to rip it open and spill it.” You said. “Especially not on these old floors, it’ll soak right in.”

“Oh…right.” He said, twisting open the nozzle and drinking from there. You watched him down it in less than thirty seconds, his brows furrowed in concentration. After he was done, he set it down on the counter.

‘‘Uh.. Can I stay again tonight?... I can sleep on the floor again!’’

....

One night turned into two nights, and two nights turned into a week, and a week, turned into a month.

You found yourself smiling at him, not noticing how used to him you’ve gotten. He was very peculiar in the least, but you guessed that was mainly because of him being a vampire. You found yourself wondering what he was like when he was a human. It was weird to know that the two of you were always in such close proximity without knowing it. Maybe it was fate. You snapped back into reality once he smiled at you, and you didn’t even think to return the smile. Instead, you looked down at your hands, picking at your nails as if you were busy. Honestly, you were embarrassed to get caught looking at the handsome vampire with boyish charm.

“Y'know…you’ve been holding out really well, so far.” You told him. “You have even helped me with my researches, nothing that I didn’t knew about, but still helped me confirm me”

He turned to look at you. “Really?” He asked, eyes brightening up a little.

“Really.” You nodded with a smile, and he lazily smiled back. “So, I’ve decided to give you a little present.”

“A present? What is it?” He asked curiously, words muffled by the fact that he was still entranced by the tv and some vampire supplement you bought for him 

“Guess.” You told him, feeling a bit mischievous. “I’ll give you a hint. It’s almost like…Why did we meet in the first place.”

“Hm?” He tilted his head to the side. “I’ve never hit you with a pan though? Or have I?” He furrowed his eyebrows in thought.

You rolled your eyes. “Don’t think too hard, you even called me bitch for it’’

“But I really can’t think of anything?” He said. “Can you just give me it? I’m not good at this guessing game…”

“Satoru…” You sighed, something was happening to you, on him... leaned towards him, softly caressing his cheek and giving him a small peck. That wasn’t the surprise, and you were as surprised as him when you did that. It’s just that his eyes looked so beautiful, his messy hair covering his forehead, and his cheeky smile while watching some shitty show on the tv... He froze in surprise, enough to not be able to kiss you back. 

“Oh…” He chuckled nervously, and you swore something on him changed the moment he looked right into your eyes again. “Can you maybe do it again?” He asked.

You responded with another kiss, one that he had returned this time, except for more fervor. It was like he was waiting to kiss you, dreaming about your lips on his. Did this mean…that you felt the same? Were you as infatuated with him as he was to you? He doubted that it was possible. All without you knowing, he might’ve fallen in love. Falling in love with a vampire, what they trained you hate most...  It only had to be fate that brought you two together.

“I really like you.” Gojo blurted out once you two parted.

“Do you mean that?” You asked him, slight insecurity peeking out from your otherwise hard shell. “I doubt you’ve met very many people in your life.”

‘‘Oh I have, but no one could compare to you sugar.’’ His lips attached to yours again, it’s like he was waiting for this moment his whole life.

¨S-satoru, wait!¨ He immediately stopped his actions, looking worried and for any kind of threat in you.

‘‘That wasn’t the surprise, you can try human blood again.’’

‘‘You got new blood bags? That’s amazing!’’ He was about to stand up from the couch when you stopped him sitting down on his lap, which made him froze.

‘‘I mean it's like… human, human. You can try my blood.’’

‘‘What?'' Silence passed.

''Are you sure? You’re not going to kill me or something right? I’ve seen those knifes you have in the basement and that could sure even kill Dracula.’’ You nodded and laughed at what he said.

He gulped, dark red eyes honing into the beating vein on the left side of your neck. He hesitantly bent down, nose to your neck as he took a big whiff of your sweet blood. He shut his eyes, fighting off the instinct to groan at just how good you smelled.

You chuckled at his reaction, ‘‘I mean it Satoru, this is me saying I like you too. I trust you.’’ With one more second of hesitation, he bit into your neck with his sharp fangs, and you felt a sharp pain. Your grip on his shoulders got tighter as you tried to distract yourself from the pain.

He couldn’t stop the moans of satisfaction at the magnificent taste of your blood, and you gradually noticed that something felt weird. You still felt the pain on the bite, but Gojo’s demeanor changed. It was almost as if he was enjoying it too much. His hands were grabby, not only on your hips, but in your waist and your bottom, and you gasped in surprise.

You started to notice what was going on when you felt how hard he was, his bulge pushing into your stomach.

¨’Toru…?’’ You breathed out, feeling light headed. He moaned, suddenly grinding his lower half into you. He then retracted his fangs, looking at you with wide, lust blown eyes, your blood dribbling down his chin.

“I’m s-sorry-“ He whined, placing you on the counter and rutting himself into you. “I’m so sorry, I-I don’t mean, to, I can’t help it-“ He broke out into an erotic moan, and despite how lightheaded and out of it you were, it aroused you to no end.

You assured him it was okay, looking into his eyes, you could find lust, but mostly embarrassment from it. You didn’t know that he could get this worked up from his own bloodlust, but you weren’t complaining. The only thing you had a problem with was the fact that there were too many clothes separating the both of you, but you didn’t think neither of you were in the right minds to seperate and take each article off.

“Can I be inside of you?” Gojo asked in between harsh breaths. “Please, please, please, I want to so bad-“ It was almost as if he was in pain, rutting into you so hard that you bounced on top of his lap each time. You nodded your head aggressively, opening your legs so you were caging his. You were wearing black leggings, and you thought that they’d be quick and easy to take off, but Gojo instead decided to rip them down the middle, doing so with ease.

“Satoru…!”

“Sorry! It’s just… I can’t take it any more baby..” He apologized over and over again, even as he released his cock from its confines, holding the thick base in between a shaky fist. He moved your panties to the side and slid in with one thrust. The both of you whined loudly at that, and he couldn’t wait any further before he started pounding into you with fervor. You heard the sound of your wet heat, but you didn’t care, mouth agape in a silent scream as he pounded into you with no remorse.

Well…some remorse. He couldn’t stop apologizing as he fucked into you, begging for you to forgive him for being so dirty and succumbing uncontrollable urges.

You yelped as he picked you up from the back of the couch, holding you in his arms as he dropped you on his cock over and over.

“Fuck!” You cursed. “M-more, more-“ You chanted, feeling his cock deep inside of you. You saw tears start to slide down his cheeks and he cried with pleasure. You clenched around him, wanting to see him unravel even more, which made him fuck you on his cock even faster, using you like a rag doll. His vampire strength had kicked in once he drank your sweet blood, something that he was afraid he’d get addicted on since he tasted you for the first time.

He was addicted to your warmth, your lips, your blood, and especially the way your pussy just sucked him in, holding tight and never letting go

“F-fuck, ‘toru, I’m cumming!” You moaned, your pussy convulsing around his cock and making him go crazy. You came around him, eyes rolling to the back of your head. He nearly slammed you into a wall, fucking you roughly, the slick from your cum making it easier to slide in and out of you.

You were extremely overstimulated, your abused pussy needing a break, but Gojo couldn’t stop. He let out nearly pornographic moans as he fucked you through yet another orgasm, not even noticing exactly what you were going through.

You just had to sit there, his cock inside of you, moaning his name again and again., taking just what he needed to give you.

“Oh fuck, (Y/N)-“ He whined, more tears spilling out of his eyes. You were out of it, dazed and cock drunk. “I’m gonna cum— ah!” He mewled out as he finally came, stilling inside of you as he filled you up. His legs shook as he shut his eyes tightly in pleasure.

After he finally calmed down, it was as if he returned to his senses. He quickly pulled out, immediately apologizing as you winced. He gently put you down, but your knees buckled, almost dropping to the floor, yet he caught you.

“(Y/N), I’m so sorry-“ He said, putting his softening member back in his pants. “I can’t believe I just did that to you, I really didn’t mean to, are you okay?“

“‘Toru, I’m fine.” You said to him, holding onto him tightly so you wouldn’t fall. You were still a bit lightheaded, but you were able to reassure him. “I didn’t expect it, but I’m really okay.”

“You shouldn’t have let me drink from you.” He said, tears still falling. “I’ve ruined everything, how could I get so out of-“

You interrupted him with a kiss to shut him up.

“Listen, ‘toru…” You said softly, the nickname making him calm down a bit. “You did nothing wrong. At all. I am more than fine. In fact…I really liked it.”

You watched as his ears got red. “Y-you liked…that? Did I not hurt you?”

You shook your head with a chuckle. “No. In fact…you made me feel really…really good.” You smiled, making him get even more flustered. “I’m just kind of tired. As good as you made me feel, you wore me the hell out.”

“I can carry you to your bed.” Gojo said, quick to pick you up. she then noticed your ripped leggings and destroyed panties. He gulped, feeling even more sorry. “And I can help you change into clothes that aren’t ripped…”

¨What if I tell you I want another round?¨

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[onenicebugperday]

Do you have any tips/fun facts that could help me be less wary around wasps? They come around our yard a lot, and I'm always so afraid to cross their path or get in their way at all for fear of being stung 😓

But so many people love them, so surely they're not that mean? If my overcautious respect is warranted that would also be good to know.

I'd say being overcautious is not warranted in most cases.

Firstly, though, it depends on the type of wasps you're seeing. Not all wasps sting. Most wasps are solitary and will almost never sting unless trapped against your skin. Some entire species and all males aren't even capable of stinging. And of the ones who do sting (mostly social wasps like yellowjackets, hornets, and paper wasps), some are more aggressive than others, but as a general rule, they're only aggressive when they're defending themselves or their nest.

So how concerned you should be is situational. If you're just in your backyard and there isn't a nest there, it's very unlikely they'll do anything if you just ignore them. Most likely they're looking for nectar to feed on themselves or food to bring back to their nest for their larvae, and they have no reason to attack you.

I would say find out which species you'd find in your area. Learn how to identify them and which ones can and can't sting or are the most likely to sting.

If you don't know where to start going about this, feel free to IM me with your location, and I'll point you in the right direction.

In my experience, fear is fueled by the unknown, and learning about something you're afraid of almost always makes it much less scary.

Also - most wasp stings don't hurt that much! Assuming you're not very allergic, it does hurt, but not horrifically, and the pain doesn't last particularly long.

#pandsiebo #the more you know #bug fear #wasp

[notmyprey]

Have you told us anything about your character Jay yet?

Im going to assume you're talking about the sea dragon, seeing thats the only one I specified their name to be Jay. (I have a bad memory when it comes to names, so normally, I default to the names Jay and Lilly for my oc's)

Ive not talked too much abt them, but I can definitely give some more info!! (After the cut)

2 things to remember:

The world they live in does have magic.

The thing is, is that magic normally comes in the form of enchanted objects and is rarely able to be used directly by a creature.

To start basic info:

Jay is a sea dragon who does possess a special illusion magic that allows them to not only show visual illustrations but also audible and sensory. That means that they are effectively able to create a human illusion version of themselves that can interact normally with the world. That illusion can allow Jay to see through the illusions eyes, but it does not allow them to feel what its feeling. They also are not able to simultaneously move in their normal form and their illusion form.

Also, due specifically to their species, they can control if they have stomach acid or not.

Background about the world:

Humans were forced to live in underwater dome like places due to the lack of land to live on. The domes are just a little air bubble that's held together with magic.

Storyline:

Jay met their friends because their now friend Dave, who had inherited a sub from his late dad (ooo foreshadowing, is the dead dad important lol?), gathered a bunch of his friends to all go kinda "monster hunting," aka trying to find new sea creatures. The problem is that none of them know shit about sea creatures. That's where Jay comes in. Jay may not know the names of the creatures, but they will tell you whatever you need to know about it besides that. Jay ends up finding them through a little flier that the group posted asking for assistance in identifying sea creatures.

Eventually, Jay gets close to the group and eventually becomes really good friends with all of em.

To get food while also helping their friends, Jay keeps their mouth open at the entrance to their home so that fish get caught so they had an easy meal.

One day, while out exploring, Jay realized a little too late that they were horriblely close to where their home is. (They didn't notice cause in their normal form they are absoluntly fricking ginormous, and the landmarks they see at their normal size are harder to see when tiny) they are not able to keep up the illusion and move their physical body at the same time, so ofc they try to stear their friend away, but being curious little shits they keep going anyway.

They find the entrance to Jays home and end up going a decent way down Jays throat before Jay just opts to drop their illusion.

Jay coughes to push their friends out of their throat and slinks away from their friends and back into their home.

After gaining their footing again, the friends are like, where tf did Jay go??? It's an enclosed sub??? Huh??? They end up following the tunnel where "the strange creature," aka Jay, went.

They get into this really big ass cave with light flowing in from many small holes in the roof, allowing sunlight in. They then see a poor sobbing Jay, just absolutely devastated, believing their friends hate them and are afraid of them now.

Their fiends dont know its Jay, and they excitedly start to chatter among themselves and grab their cameras.

Jay hears the noise and move to look at it, and upon seeing its their friends the press themselves as far against the wall as they can. Jays friends, however, freeze, unsure how to know if this new creature is friendly.

Still trembling, Jay quietly apologies, tears starting to fall from their eyes again.

Finally, at hearing Jay speak, their friends finally figure out its them and go to comfort them.

A couple of "Filler Episodes" Lol:

1. The group is exploring (after knowing Jay is not human), and they run into a large creature. Jay tries to fight off the creature, but it is difficult since they also have to protect their friends. After the other creature almost hurts the submarine Jay's friends were in, they decide 'fuck it' and just swallow their friends, sub and all.

2. Jays friends go on a mini field trip down Jays throat and to their stomach.

3. Jay has not been able to taste most food since its such a small amount that their tastebuds dont detect it. Once Jays friends find that out, they set out to buy a heck ton of stuff so Jay can taste some good food. They end up making enough soup to fill a 2 story house to the brim, and fortunately, it was enough for Jay to get one bite of soup.

#safe vore #sfw vore #soft vore

[bilbobagginsomebabez]

i can be described as nothing less than ruthlessly principled. it's a dangerous quality in a person but i think i may be the one in a million who happened upon some good principles according to reviews so i will share. i was abused as a child by people who suffered psychosis which gave me both an obsessive attention towards harm and an obsessive need for proof before I act, and i love to read. well. it turns out we have an absolute fuckton of data about things that hurt people especially regarding abuse. because people are typically fucking begging you to listen to what hurts them.

and it's like. yeah there's a data threshold. it first has to echo what we know of abuse. all of the -isms and phobias are culturally normalized interpersonal abuses towards a member of a particular group of people. the big abuses of an entire group over another group are built on millions upon millions of the tiny constantly reinforced interpersonal abuses of one human to another human and our collective deafening silence in the face of it.

when a white person does something racist and then gets sad and upset that a person of color was hurt, it's literally fucking classic DARVO. Deny, Attack, Reverse Victim and Offender.

Deny: no i couldn't have been racist i would never be racist im a good person Attack: you're the mean person because you thought i was being racist and failed to provide me with enough benefit of the doubt to know i was always being a good person Reverse Victim and Offender: i can't believe that someone would think so poorly of me i'm so nice and so kind and so good i would never be racist or hurt someone else you hurt me by accusing me of being a bad person and i deserve an apology for being taken in bad faith.

like think about it. for real. think about how your bosses treat you and if you would tolerate it in an acquaintance. think of yourself as a human, a full human with a body and needs and a family and a home life and emotions and an extremely social and intelligent animal who figured out that living in groups makes it easier to survive and take care of our loved ones. then think of every single other organism in the species classification "homo" that exact same way.

you know you're safer in a bigger group that cares for you. if you're american, think about how what you're gonna do if you need to crowdfund a fucking medical bill. think about how much we need each other for every aspect of our lives. how many guys it took to cut and harvest the wood that builds every single one of your buildings and the guys that delivered it and the guys that assembled it into your house and the plumbing and electrical guys and more and more and more who make your house possible. think about the people in the factories who do the dangerous work of making the screws of every size and shape that hold every single one of your devices you couldn't live without together. how many people does your life rely on? and don't they deserve to live well? and doesn't living well necessarily mean freedom from abuse? your boss can scream at you and you probably can't do anything about it. why are we in a human group where it's okay for one member to abuse another.

we are a culture that permits abuse. it's that simple. we say that it's okay to abuse someone in certain ways based on certain characteristics. if you refuse to allow any level of interpersonal abuse in your presence, things get a lot more clear and easy to navigate. verbal denigration is verbal denigration. gaslighting is gaslighting. your culture will tell you that there are types of "good" power imbalances, "necessary" checks to autonomy, verbal denigration that is deserved, or types of gaslighting that are required. it's always a lie. interpersonal abuse of any kind is always violent, always cruel, always controlling. there is no variety that is acceptable. structural power imbalances are obvious and abusive behaviors are consistent if you're brave enough to accurately identify them and recognize them for the harm they are everywhere they are.

#this is not evaluated for ways it can be taken wrong. #people have a right to defend themselves defensive action isnt the same as abuse. raising your voice doesn't mean verbal abuse. idfk. #this post feels cursed. it got rbs too fast.

[foxdraakkin]

On my gender, theriotype, and sexuality

going to steer slightly into nsf/w topics as well (though this isnt meant to be a horny post its just relevant to identity here)

Recently, I have been identifying primarily as my fox theriotype, sort of lumping together my experiences as a normal fox and as an einfeild (Possibly the same kin life, starting as a normal fox and becoming an einfeild through modification in a lab. im not sure if this is actually true or just a narrative i enjoy to link these two types together).

 Something I have been coming to terms with recently, as a transmasc afab person, is that I think as a fox, I may be female, or a vixen. I could just be like ‘meh’ and say its another assigned sex, like my human body being ‘female’ is, but i dont *physically have* a fox body, and yet it being female is part of my experience, so it is part of my identity.

However, I dont in any way identify as ‘girl’ or a ‘woman’, and I don’t fit in with any human gender roles, especially not as a girl. I may honestly have been just as against being seen as a boy if i was AMAB and forced into a ‘boy’ human gender role as a child, but since it was never forced on me it feels like a safe place to express my gender, and doesnt give me (gender) dysphoria while being seen as a ‘girl’ or ‘woman’ does give me (gender) dysphoria. Though I could be wrong and maybe being AMAB wouldnt have given me that situation, but who knows.

But anyways, it makes sense that even if part of my core identity is ‘female’ i would get gender dysphoria (or mis identified species dysphoria?) about the role i would be forced into as an AFAB human, because the gender roles for a human and for a fox are VERY different. Like for me, one of the primary indicators that I am female is i feel the need to Scream when I am horny, to call for a mate. Female foxes are more likely to stay in one territory, will dig more (to make burrows large enough for kits), are generally more dominant in a group hierarchy but less aggressive at defending territory. Absolutely none of that has anything to do with a human concept of womanhood, and some of it is even directly contradicting to what human women are ‘supposed’ to act like under patriarchy (since they are not ‘supposed’ to be dominate.) Also, pronoun wise, people tend to be more likely, in english at least, to call an animal they dont know the sex of ‘he/him’ than she/her or even it/its. And I did always identify with he/him more in a creature way than in a man way. Like if you see a Creature and you gasp and say ‘look at him go...’

However, there is more to gender than gender roles, and pleanty of people are still women without subscribing to the role human women are given by society. So if I am a ‘girl fox’ does this mean i am a ‘girl’? Do I regret medical transition to be more ‘boy’/’male’?

No, for me at least, there are definatly more aspects to it than the social role of women, and im not ‘detrans’ or regretting any of my medical transition. A big thing for me, is as soon as I went on testosterone, I started to feel better about my gender dysphoria, and my brain felt less terrible over all, so it shows clearly that my horomones were not balanced how they should be. Additionally, top surgery has been awesome for me. One thing I *might* regret is hysto, since sometimes I want to be able to get pregnant and carry my own children. However, that had to happen because I had endometriosis, and was not because I am transgender so I dont want anyone using my experience as an example of trans people regretting surgery or whatever. im not even sure me having babies is a good idea anyways, its just kind of a primal urge i have (which is not a good reason to have children).

And this makes sense when you think about it, even if we want to look at my gender as being entirely vixen and not considering separate gender dysphoria (which is still possible). A female fox is chemically different than a female human, since a human is a species that can get pregnant year round while a fox has heat cycles and can only get pregnant three days a year. This means that most of the year, a female fox horomonally should not have as high estrogen compared to testosterone as a human cis woman. Also interestingly, after having been on testosterone for a while and after having my ovaries removed I went off testosterone and am perfectly happy with my horomones of both levels being low, and having a sort of somewhat feminine and somewhat masculine body and voice. Also, my breasts were the largest source of my physical dysphoria, and large fatty breasts is NOT something a fox ever has, especially one that has never been pregnant. So i am still VERY happy with their removal, even if i do end up identifying as a ‘girl’ in a fox way.

all of this leaves me a little uncertain on how to label myself in the end? If I call myself just a vixen, which is what i WANT to do, it wont communicate what it needs to and people will think I just mean it in the adjective for a woman way and not in literally a female fox way. Anything that has the word ‘female’ in it makes me look terfy or detrans which i dont want, especially terfy or coming off as detrans in a transphobic way. Identifying as a woman or girl would also not really work for me, since the gender cannot be separated from its species context and still make any sense or read properly. I may want something like foxgender, but unsure if I should include something like ‘girl’ in there, since there are usually boy and girl versions of animal genders, but idk if it will be read right as specifically a female fox, and not really identifying with human girl things. ... Though, I also like human girl things? I like dresses and make up, but also I had to transition first before i could enjoy these things, i had to be a boy so I could like them in the context of not being a girl, and could approach them in my own way, and Im wondering if i will lose that and feel dysphoria again if i add any sort of ‘girl’ back into my identity.

I am also thinking about like, my real gender and what gender I present seperately like. what gender will I wear out? lol. Like im not sure if I want to be seen as a girl or not when people are looking at my human body. Sometimes I want to and feel a sort of bad feeling of not being girl enough or like being found out and having transphobic violence done to me if people like find out i had top surgery or something. Idk why im hanging out with transphobic ppl in my mind but idk. I feel like it could happen if i go out and meet new people and dont know all their stuff yet, especially if there is a guy who is attracted to me, he might feel betrayed and get violent if i am not girl enough for him at any point. but i shouldnt let fear of judgement get in the way of how i do my gender, but its hard not to a lot of the time.

I have been dressing more visibly fox like, and im planning to try to convert my whole wardrobe into kin evoking clothes or cool aesthetic stuff like goth or scene. I could just say ‘I am a fox!’ and refuse to answer any questions about gender??

Im not really sure, so sorry for the lack of conclusion, but if any one has thoughts on that or a similar experience, PLEASE let me know!! I want to spark a discussion!

#gender #alterhuman #therian #essay #otherkin essay #foxgender

[cios-correct-opinions]

so you’ve never spoken to a radfem in your life

im only answering this as a way to make this info publicly available btw any other asks within this vein will be deleted. just so yall know ahead of time

anyway

i actually have spoken to an unfortunate number of radfems in my lifetime, sadly. on varying levels of the indoctrination scale. all of these experiences have been largely negative based solely on the fact alone that their "goal" was to "save" me or w/e and "show me the error of my transgender ways". as if that's ever in good faith when used in any other argument w any other minority esp within the queer community ever lmfao. so understandably, they were quite distressing, especially when i was a kid.

here's the thing.

even if i weren't trans. even if i weren't nonbinary or a trans man, or in some alternate universe where i am AMAB, a trans woman/transfem. i'm still black. i know bioessentialist bullshit, where it comes from, and where it leads, intimately.

there is a reason why, even if individual radfems themselves deny this and/or aren't willing to engage in this behavior, largely, groups/organizations/whatever tf terms they're using to mask the fact that they're a violent hate group radfems use which are founded by and/or primarily made up of radfems self-identified or otherwise, are often seen or discovered to be in cahoots w white supremacist/n-zi/fascist/other racial "superiority" based regime fundamentalist/traditionalist groups. there is a reason. and it is not hard to see.

radfems are almost word for word in some cases simply re-packaging n-zi/white supremacist/KKK/race essentialist/facist/etc groups' ideology/"science"/teachings/misc. assorted bullshit under the sparkly guise of "feminism" and "female liberation" or "lesbian separatism" etc etc

it surprises me exactly not at all that radfems either dont care or arent aware or arent willing to address this issue. i expected that from those sad losers who are intent on blaming everyone but themselves for their problems, who insist that they aren't at all in any way responsible for feeding into the systemic oppression that is the patriarchy in reality, who insist that everyone BUT themselves examine their behavior/beliefs/etc.

who believe that the patriarchy would magically disappear if all those "Evil Male Penis-Havers" (heavy sarcasm) were simply systemically slaughtered(*) because it is easier for humans, historically as a species, to pick one group of people to call the Other, the "Them", and blame their problems on Them, and "if we just got rid of Them (code for: queers, black ppl, jewish ppl, native american ppl/indigenous ppl worldwide/disabled ppl/mentally ill ppl, etc etc the list goes on and on and fucking on), all of our problems would go away too!"

i expected this from them. cool. fine. they're easy to block bc they make it obvious who they are from their incredibly visually unappealing and often straight up inaccessible, but nonetheless telling, blogs.

i'm just disappointed in the supposedly anti-radfem crowd, esp my fellow trans and nonbinary folk n other queers, who blindly follow the radfem ideology, and then when it is pointed out to them, regardless of how kindly it is done or how nicely or privately etc, unfortunately often react defensively instead of being willing to listen. that's what upsets me and makes me sad more than anything.

like yeah radfems also upset me and make me sad at times, esp when i get unwillingly exposed to their bullshit bc it makes my head hurt with how stupid it all is. but im far more upset n hurt when ppl who should be by all means on my side, are more willing to side w the ppl they claim to hate rather than listen to me when i talk abt yknow. my life experiences.

(*)(i mean. that alone, no matter how you package it, is genocidal. the fact that they want AMAB/people they label as AMAB whether theyre "technically correct" or not, folks to be subjugated in ways which ultimately lead to their eventual "eradication" so as to "liberate" the poor suffering AFABs who can't fight back any other way (again heavy sarcasm), is, no matter what the reason, genocidal. they want a genocide)

any terfs and/or radfems of any kind who interact w this post will simply be blocked on sight. im not about to waste my precious time and energy debating w yall. just do me a favor n stay away from trans folk irl and online, yall hating us does not mean abuse towards us is justified esp when the ppl ur harassing are strangers to u. like cmon man. if someone specific in ur life is causing u grief maybe talk to them abt it personally, dont do that shit where u bother random trans folk or harass them for some strange reason for "daring" to exist while trans (heavy sarcasm, we r clearly not in the wrong here but yknow, these ppl are apparently already unable to understand this so -shrug emoji-)

#radfem #radical feminist #radical feminism #radical feminists #radfems #terf #terfs #me #my voice #my identity #discourse #transmisogyny #transandrophobia #terfs radfems n anyone who agrees w them eat shit challenge

[scarsmood]

Therapy and Otherkinity

Hello all I usually don’t make any life updates or blog posts or what have you besides poems but I thought this was an interesting topic and tragic for me to learn. I thought id pass on the wisdom. So I have DID this is an aspect of my life I don’t talk about here at all and this blog is only dedicated to one alter. however our entire system is otherkin and it’s much weirder when we have a human alter. we’ve been going to therapy for DID for about 4 years now and just got out of an intensive outpaitent program geared towards DID as a betta tester to help research on therapy for people with DID. the outpatient program was essentially 4 therapy sessions in one day every day mon-fri for two weeks. it was about 40 hours of therapy condensed into 2 weeks. it was all about trauma work and everything that comes with DID. it was great! it was exhausting and one of the hardest things i’ve ever done but you definitely jump hurdles faster than you do in individual. it was a fucking roller coaster from start to finish. well something interesting I had to learn in that time of intense growing was as otherkin regular therapy doesn’t fully work for me because therapists assume my perspective from a human stand point. an example that happened was we had an amazing therapist who I explained to what otherkin was, how it effected me, and how it is me. she was the first therapist I had ever met who used that information to see me at an inhuman level. I would casually mention things like when i got my wisdom teeth removed I had to work the trauma out of my body for 3 days after because it was traumatic to me even though i was unconscious the entire time. she suggested that it may have been traumatic because I am a giant animal that relies on its teeth to hunt. so it would be traumatic because it’s something so vital to me. In the wild my teeth are going to be how I survive. To take those away takes away being able to survive. and I cried. cause it all finally clicked for me. this brought me to a new perspective I had never previously considered before. my entire time being in therapy I tell therapists im otherkin and it basically means I get analogies about wolves instead of people “you need to bond with your pack” instead of “you need to bond with your family”. it had never been anything deeper than that. it had never been a perspective to consider how it effects me forming traumas or how i need to love that aspect of myself. I am always told to care for a human child in EMDR. i am never told to care for a puppy. even though i was one. because i have always seen myself as an animal. Don’t even get me started on how I would be celebrated to making changes from Female to Male because im trans but ignored when i made any identity changes that revolved around me being otherkin. My dysphoria for my gender is not to strong but enough to bug me and make me miserable. my dysphoria for my species regularly sends me into suicidal ideation and is so fucking rough for me waking up knowing im in the wrong body. my collar is just as important as my testosterone. Hell, i’d even argue i like taking T because it gives me stronger animal aspects over just it makes me male. it gives me gender and species euphoria. a deeper voice, more hair, thicker sharper nails, darker thicker hair, harder thicker skin, all things i appreciate but the Otherkin aspects i love much more than simply presenting as male. My therapist would celebrate taking T for becoming a man not becoming an animal. It doesn’t sit right with me. Everytime I would talk about getting ears or wearing stilts it wasn’t taken seriously because it was seen more as some kind of “hobby”. So because of this prejudice I have now seriously repressed huge parts of myself for years because I was taught to. I also notice an interesting pattern in my therapy where we would usually steer away from inhuman experiences effecting trauma or because im inhuman it could not cause trauma. my first therapist told me i was simply sensitive about the wisdom teeth trauma. yet she knew i identify as an animal. she never considered how it effected me. unfortunately otherkinity is more understudied than DID. To get anyone to take me seriously about this feels hopeless. I felt my first therapist was progressive and accepting for just using analogies. Until I realized I have been neglecting a huge part of myself from healing because it simply wasnt recognized as anything more than a “skin” or “dlc” aspect of myself. Something surface level not something deep. another thing I noticed was most of my animalistic behaviors were slowly repressed more and more. the longer i was in therapy the more i would not pay attention to them and ignore them since my therapist ignored them. I would have suicidal bouts where i wanted to die but didn’t understand why. because i was shoving back 50% of myself all the time. my therapist would tell me she took otherkinity seriously but this is what happens when someone doesn’t fully understand. it makes you minimize it. it’s seriously upsetting and deeply concerning to me because I am already at a disadvantage for having DID to find a good therapist. now i have to find one that understands otherkinity to a level where i don't feel like i’m being neglected. If you go to therapy and notice the same push back I would urge you to be firm with your otherkinity. be an advocate for yourself. I know I will have to be one now. i’d like to open the floor to discussion. have you ever experienced this? i’d like to know.

#otherkin #otherkin community #Otherkinity #original species #species dysphoria #therian #therianthropy #alterhuman #discourse

[moved-to-darkplanets]

13, 14, 15, 17?

13. What makes you feel most “at home”? What types of sights, sounds, smells, etc. remind you of your kintype and put you at ease?

During even weak shifts the dark soothes rather than unnerves me. I am part of it, an extension of it contemplating itself. Standing in a darkened gym with no lights but the faint glow of security cameras is an incredibly zen feeling.

And I've said this before, it's a bit silly, but haunted houses are MASSIVE shift triggers. Dark, prowling halls where I am but one creature of the night among others are bliss, one of the easiest ways to feel like "myself" again. I go to as many as I can afford during spooky season.

I've also always had a strong connection to the waters that isn't always in the foreground depending on what form I've taken, but when it is, being near bodies of water, especially the ocean. The creature wants nothing more than to slither into the depths and to the ruins beneath, never to return.

14. On the flipside, what environments would make your kintype on edge? Do any of your fears now connect to things experienced/feared by your kintypes?

Loud, bright crowded places full of humans I can't get away from, such as shopping malls, are no good at all. I'm well aware that this is a kintype 🤝 ADHD thing, but still, the lens I filter it through is very much that of a creature outside of an environment where it's safe and comfortable rather than as an overstimulated human.

Another thing is as a creature of the dark in every sense of the word, a specific aesthetic of bright, "holy" things and Christian angel imagery makes my skin crawl for reasons I cannot find the words to articulate. Seeing as this kintype is psychological and has a definite component of religious trauma in its formation, this is also really not a surprise to me.

15. What was your first reaction to/opinion of your kintype? How has your opinion changed upon realizing that they, or at least a version of them, are you?

I read a lot of Cthulhu Mythos as a kid, and I always felt a strong sense empathy and fascination for the creatures within rather than fear. Particularly in the writings of Lovecraft himself and those with similar worldviews, where the horror is supposed to come in thier being repulsive and strange to human sensibilities rather than the danger they pose. My reaction was very much always "but why though?"

To be honest, when I discovered my kintype I was mostly relieved to have a label that clicked and the knowledge that there's no need to narrow it down to one specific form identifiable as "me" to still be otherkin. But with that settled it just made so much glorious sense. As someone rejected and othered by human society for not being wired like them and always drawn to things that were too, monsters feared more for disrupting people's delicate view of "normalcy" than anything, of course I had factored this into my self-image in a non-trivial way, to the degree that to be rid of it (if it would be even possible) would leave me a completely different, emptier being.

17. If you could, would you want to be your kintype? What would be some pros and cons of that if that were possible?

Yes, but only if I was not living on Earth. For one, I'm pretty sure I'm not made of regular matter and who knows what effects that would have on the planet. And the more pressing issue is that my kintype is solitary and aggressive as fuck. The bite-tear-kill thoughts in response to annoyance/feeling cornered/etc are very real and would lead to a body count if the creature was out mingling with the public on a daily basis.

The pros if Im in a different dimension are very real though. My species dysphoria would be gone is a pretty fucking big one. No more chronic pain and brain fog either. I would also be in more of a position to understand the true nature of my shapeshifting, no longer the incomprehensible trying to understand itself through a meaty human substrate. I would also a hell of a lot more intimidating so that would also be nice, heh...

#Otherkin #eldritchkin #monsterkin #Alterhuman #Ask game #Anon ask #Anon response

[thatyanderecritic]

i really like the yandere dynamic but i dont openly post or reblog about it anymore cuz i've had people give me a hard time over it being problematic. and i get told im terrible, get called a freak... idk. do you have any advice for dealing with this...?

Hey anon, sorry for not getting to you sooner. We have a lot of questioned queued up to be answered but I decided to put you first since this is a pretty big issue. 

To be a yandere fan, we’re in a rather precarious position. Like any fandom, we are plagued with bad apples that end up painting the community’s face as a whole. You know the type of bad apples that all fandoms have: the overzealous stans that either attack those outside the community for not sharing a view or catering to our fandom. We also suffer from infighting/bullying between yandere fans because not everyone shares the same views on what a yandere is or even for something as stupid as a yandere headcanon for a character that never was a yandere, to begin with. But unlike most fandoms, the works that we support tend to go against us at times. That is to say... since we’re a bit of an under “funded” (e.g. don’t have enough yandere media. Especially for male yanderes) fandom, people tend to quickly put CrAzY characters on a pedestal without question. And this hurts our credibility, ALOT.  Having group within the fandom worshipping some non-yandere, psychotic girl as a yandere just because she’s kawaii while the more “sane” fans try to explain, “No, we swear yandere’s aren’t like that” doesn’t look good for our case. 

Is there anything we can do about people attacking us for our preference? Not exactly, I’m sorry to say. The moment humans gained self-awareness and free will, universal mental unity became a myth. There will always be a disconnect, even on concepts that all humans should be in agreement on. Would you believe me if I say that some people don’t believe that people should be allowed to have a livable wage? Of course, people will have their reasons as to why they think a certain way regardless if it sounds logical or not. Just because they have a reason doesn’t mean it’s reasonable but in a world where emotions is king, logical will never win.

People who attack you for liking yanderes most likely were victims of abuse and went through some sort of trauma that yanderes are usually identified/linked with. If they weren’t direct victims then they know someone who is a victim. And if it isn’t either of these two, then they’re most likely a bleeding heart with a “higher than thou” sense of morality. Regardless of the reasoning, they all have their hearts in the right places but rigid in their perspective of the world. Already, the decision is cemented and may never change. To most, we’re as egregious as pedophiles and incest-lovers just because we like villains. After all: “How in the world could anyone remotely ‘like’ such awful people?! Clearly, there is something wrong with THEM.” Of course, we have our reasons for liking yanderes but most people close their ears and eyes since they already judged us based on our interest. For those who were victims of abuse or know someone, I understand that they’re reaching out to attack those who seem to defend characters that may or may not be similar to their assailant/abuser. They attack, they defend invisible victims, and in a way, looking for purpose... looking at how they can turn their trauma into a positive. But most of the time, they overstep their boundaries and try to enforce their authority in something they don’t understand. 

The only way we can approach these types of people is to send an open invitation for a diplomatic talk in trying to reach a middle ground. While a change of opinion would be nice, it would be nearly impossible since a lot of people are grounded in their personal moral compass. If they are open for a conversation, then all hope is not lost. Ideally, if a conversation is open then the most important thing is to validate their emotions invested in this situation. 9 out of time 10, people are stubborn in an argument because they feel like they’re getting personally targeted either by their identity, their pride, or their emotions. Therefore, they double down and become louder in their argument, not because of their view but because they believe they are defending themselves. From there, once the other recognize that you aren’t attacking them, you shift the conversation onto yourself and point out how they were making you feel the same away but they were actively attacking you; not only that, treating you as less than human just because you prefer villainous FICTIONAL characters. Ideally, at this point, the other recognizes their hypocrisy and you both agree in staying in your own lanes. If by some miracle they’re open of a different perspective, then you’re given a platform to say why you like yanderes... typical reasons being the idea of unconditional love or coping. 

But this is all hypothetical and the most desirable outcome. But more than often, people are more than comfortable at screaming at you every time you try to open your mouth... most likely something they learned because someone shut them down in such a way. Not only that, they most likely formed their own counter-arguments already since a lot of yandere fans have the same reasons as to why they like yanderes: unconditional love or coping. The counter-argument can usually be boiled down to two reasons: unethical and risking future victims seeking a “yandere” partner. Ethicality... this is a low hanging fruit to argue. Everyone (well the majority of people, again it’s universally impossible to be on the same page) would agree that it’s bad to stalk a person. Even a yandere fan would say never to stalk a person IRL. But because of this, they think they got you in an “ethical checkmate”. It’s a cheap argument and they’re just trying to make you feel like a monster for your preferences in fictional characters. Funny enough, this is a tactic that abusers would use to shame their victim into compliance... hm...

The second counter-argument people use is “think of the youths!” Let’s be real... it’s scientifically proven that kids and teens are easily impressionable because of their underdeveloped brains and lack of experience. Not only the concerns of the younger members of society, they fear that by allowing us to enjoy our media, we are “normalizing” abusive relationships in society. Considering the state of the United State’s government, I understand where the fear is coming from. But they’re barking up the wrong tree and especially using the wrong method in preventing this dystopian future. I always see these people bring up the ‘Jaws’ case as to why there should be no yanderes and no support for them. You know, the case where there was a sudden increase in shark hunting due to public fear which pushed certain shark species into endangerment. It’s always this argument, I swear... anyways, they always toss this without never diving in deeper as to why this happened. 

Before Jaws, people didn’t know anything about sharks in general. There just wasn’t any interest in sharks because we humans just didn’t find time interesting at the time. They were there and we can’t really eat sharks. But, there were already tales about sharks being “man-eaters” from those stranded out at sea or curious citizens. The stereotype was already there. But Jaws brought sharks to the forefront of public scrutiny and shark hunting competitions came up because “what’s the harm? Sharks are man-eaters”. This dropped the shark population, but because of this there was an interest in sharks, funding to research them suddenly increased. Scientist turned their attention on sharks while later on fed to informing the public, making them educated and less scared of shark attacks. Jaws came out in 1975... Shark Week on the discovery channel came out in 1988... there’s a reason, folks. People became interested in sharks. Yes, Jaws hurt the shark population but it’s slowly been going up. Damage takes time to repair. But it also brought about awareness. While the stereotype isn’t dead (that’s just humans at this point and it’s always been a stereotype ever since man was on a boat), it opened a conversation. And that’s the key point here. (Here’s a link. But you can go even further if you research)

Abusive relationships, manipulative people, toxic actions... these are nothing new. “Getting rid” of yandere fans will not solve this issue, just like telling your kid “there are kids starving in Africa” will not end world hunger. For the Jaws example, I point to the argument that politicians make about how video games create violent people. We know that it’s nonsense, you know it’s nonsense. But there is a fear of the “unknown”. People back then thought that cartoons like Tom and Jerry would cause kids to grow up violent. And even further back, people thought that reading books created lazy people. The fear on what’s on TV is a fear people had since the beginning of time. People aren’t as soft as they believe they are but they can lack information... Instead of shutting down people and censor what goes on TV, use it as a stepping stone for the bigger conversation. It’s a lack of knowledge and fear of the unknown that killed the sharks but it is knowledge that is now protecting them. 

This is especially important for our younger peers. Raise of hands, who actually changed their minds as a teenager after someone called you stupid or told you “no” with giving a logical reason besides “because I say so.” I’m going to guess we got an empty room here. Attacking our younger peers or those who are older just because they like a character trope IS NOT HELPING THEM AND ESPECIALLY NOT MAKING THE ATTACKERS LOOK LIKE HEROES. THEY LOOK LIKE JACKASSES. Fuck man, the younger ones want acceptance and looking a supportive group by joining a fandom. Calling them toxic just pushes them to the edge these people never wanted them to be. The same applying to the older ones. We all got our issues and y’all never know what it is. That’s why I hate seeing people in our fandom gatekeep against our younger peers. They’re going to come in even though you say crap like “Lmaooo, my blog/game is 18+! Okay, byeeeee!” If you want to protect them then be their fucking guide, my dudes. You can have a mature conversation with them and explain the difference between fiction and reality and what’s wrong and right. “Yanderes are pretty cool, ay sport? But notice how that guy gaslighted the girl? That is a common tactic people do IRL. Be sure to recognize it as a red flag.” Fuck, is that so fucking hard for everyone? Some people act like they never grew on the internet during the early 2000s.Y’all were a teenager once. If what you’re doing wouldn’t help teenage you in the past, then you’re doing it wrong. Smh. 

Finally, I do want to make a point for those who use coping reasons. While I do understand where you’re coming from, you guys are our most vulnerable to these attacks but also the reason for the attacks as well. It’s the mindset of “How could you support something like this?! You must be a horrible person.” I know a lot of people aren’t like that but also, we got bad apples... people who take this for coping reasons way too far. To them, I ask them to come back from the edge and let’s look for help together. Using yanderes to embrace “yandere tendencies” or rationalizing your abuse as normal isn’t the way. Use it to help you breathe and help you feel grounded but don’t let it define you... especially don’t make it a lifeline. As for those who know the difference and can separate fiction from reality, I applaud you but you got some work in helping those who are too deep. I’ve seen some of the yandere Tumblr group chats on the app. I’ll be real... YIKES. It’s a bit of an echo chamber. I ended up having to message a user on a side since I saw red flags in the group chat when I was lurking. People were trying to give the wrong help by encouraging their actions. Just... don’t do this y’all. I get you relate but don’t get your homie in jail or a court date for a restraining order. 

Anyways, I’m sorry anon for pulling farther and farther away from you specifically since this is a big issue that everyone tackles and I’m also sorry that I can’t give you an “end all” answer. First, you can try having a civil conversation with these people. Try for the middle ground and if you feel like you can push further, then try to do a change of mind. But I know this is hard, especially when tensions build and emotions get heated. But it’s important to never explode that anger... or at least direct that anger into a logical response. The moment you explode and made an error of judgment, you will lose and suffer publically. If a conversation isn’t possible, then encourage these people to stay in their lane and unfollow you. Why the fuck are they following you if they hate the things you reblog? Sounds unhealthy... suggest some hobbies or blogs to follow instead. From there, if they try to continue the hate, just block them and delete the messages. As they say, don’t feed the trolls. Y’all may think you’ve seen all the hate anons we get but we get a lot more than what we answer. We just delete them because they’re typically incoherent or stupid. They don’t come back lol. 

From there, anon, surround yourself with people who you find agreeable and who you relate to. A lot of yandere blogs are down for a talk, I’ll be real. Just be sure you open up that you want to be friends lol. So... yeah. I’m sorry this isn’t perfect, but I hope it helps. Don’t be afraid of being yourself!

#anon #yandere #male yandere #female yandere #feel free to reblog or share it with people #post it where ever you want #we aren't afraid of responses #Anonymous

[starr-fall-knight-rise]

Humans are Space Orcs “Incarceration.”

This is the part two to behind bars. WARNING VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

I don’t think there is anything really bad in this one, so I leave i up to your guys to decide weather to read it. you don’t need to have read the first part to read this one if you don’t want. 

He hadn’t been wrong when he said things could only get worse, Sitting there in the back of the, technically unlicensed police vehicle Krill watched from between the bars as the city passed below them. Neon lights roared past in streaks of light as they were ushered through Noctopolis’s complicated system of airways, marked by hundreds of glowing orange traffic buies. Commander Vir lay awkwardly on one shoulder muzzled and silent.

Krill was left alone to assume the worst without any words of encouragement from his usually upbeat human friend. Noctopolis was a lawless backwater, they both knew that, so what was to come was sure to be the worst of what mild anarchy had to offer. They knew from reports that humanity, while always on the verge of anarchy, refused the idea on principal, so someone somewhere had set up a policing system, now, who that was, and how they were being paid off remained a mystery.

The vehicle was pulled right and angled downwards giving Krill a view through the plexiglass separator and out the front windshield. What he saw, he didn’t like. The structure was a behemoth of steel, concrete, and iron surrounded on all sides by miles and miles of electrified chain linked topped in cruelly twisting barbed wire. A network of floating cameras spanned the sky over the building intermittently bathing the ground in a horrifically bright spotlight. When mechanical methods weren’t enough, men in dark uniforms paced the perimeter with vicious black dogs cradling human lethality in mat black contraptions fueled by gunpowder thousands of years of death engineering.

He glanced over at the Commander, but the look on the man’s face…. Well it was…. Not encouraging. His eyes had gone wide, and not the good kind of wide, the very very bad kind. The human was scared.

As they sat there, he began frantically kicking at the seat in front of him.

The officer in the driver’s seat turned his head sideways, “KNOCK IT OFF!”

The commander didn’t let up kicking harder. The second officer turned around, “You don’t want to know what happens if you keep resisting. We can tell he prisoners inside whatever we want about you.”

The commander paused eyes unsure before jerking his head. The guard finally sighed, pressing a button on a small device allowing the volume on the commander’s speech, “Where the hell are you taking us….”

The man turned back to the front and snorted, “Don’t you know . I thought the Turma Supermax Corrections Facility was famous.”

“First of all isn't Turma just the word for prison in Russian, and second of all, famous for being a deathtrap, like the gulag, Alcatraz, San Quenton, Hell? You haven't proven that I’ve done anything wrong, we should be going to jail, not prison, maybe to court, but this, this is insane.”

The guards didn’t even look at them, “Surprisingly educated little bugger aren't you.This isn’t earth kid, this is Noctopolis, and the UN doesn't decide what goes on here, at least not yet. And since we don’t have a jail, guess you'll have to spend some time in the hole.”

Krill watched the man go pale, not just a little, but grey pale, corpse pale, and if the human was scared…. He was scared.

Krill leaned closer to the human as the vehicle dropped low onto the entrance road stopping before the scanning equipment. “What is going on?”

The commander leaned over whispering, “Remember that time we ended up in a rundi prison.”

“Yeah?”

“Well think like that but…. Like a thousand times worse.”

Krill wondered how hard it would be to fling himself out the window. The human leaned closer, “This facility is famous because of it’s practically medieval incarceration practices, we haven't used systems like this in over a thousand years. Men kept in sells out can almost spread your arms to touch both sides in, no privacy, no protection. To survive the aliens and the humans have formed gangs on the inside. When you get in you HAVE to join a gang, or you die. Since the prison was started there have been ten major riots hundreds of deaths. You’ll get shanked, beaten to death, or worse if you don’t comply to gang rule. You have to pay them do jobs and you WILL be inducted weather you like it or not.” Krill felt his body going cold, “Horrible food terrible conditions rampant drug use that the guards don’t care about… This facility is…. It’s human sociality gone wrong, the Stanford prison experiment in practice…. It’s every monster under the bed and every deep dark secret we try to hide from ourselves. This is… humanity uncensored.” “Way to sugar coat it.” Krill squeaked

“I did.”

The two of them went silent as the vehicle stopped by the guard towers scanned and the gates opened. A prisoner transport bus drove in beside the, and form the window, krill could seem massive hulking shadows hunched behind those windows. He shivered at the thought of what they could be.

“So, this isn’t normal.”

“Not even close, on earth your may go to jail, like a mini prison much nicer probably smells like shit but no big deal, to actually get here you have to be sentenced by a judge. They have to PROVE you really did what they are accusing you of, and then they have to decide your sentence. You get bail, a lawyer, correspondence, and if you cooperate, generally not flogged over the head.” 

They were waved through and up to the doors. The commander grimace, “Get ready, this is going to be… horrific.”

The door to their side opened,and the two of them were dragged from the car. Krill was practically ignored, but the commander was bodily manhandled towards the doors as the bus came to a stop next to them. Krill watched in horror as the doors opened, and the biggest, meanest, scariest looking humans he had ever seen stepped from the doors, They were massive some of them at least four inches taller than the commander with a least fifty pounds of muscle on him their arms and chests swollen like balloons, of course they came in all shapes and sizes some smaller some with hair some without, some heavily covered in tattoos while others were clean of them. Dark ink in the shape of teardrops touched some of their faces, he saw plenty of spiderwebs, many words. And it wasn’t just humans, it was hulking drev and seedy looking tesraki all clustered together in an amalgamation of shifty eyes and glares.

They were shoved through the open doors into a massive intake room and up towards the desk. A pair of guards stood at each station with even more over to the side.

Krill was pulled up to one counter.

“Name, Species, and charges.” 

One of the officers answered for him, “Says its name is Krill, Vrul, charged with aiding and intent to sell.”

He was pulled to the side, and a strange contraption was held up to his neck. There was a sharp hiss, a thud, and he squealed in pain as the fluorescent dye was injected into his skin. He was shoved to the side into another holding room, and Commander Vir was pushed up to the counter.

“Name, date of birth, charges.”

“COMMANDER Adam Vir of the UNSC.” One of the guards snorted.

The lady raised an eyebrow looking him over, “Hmmm and I’m the president of Mars. Please place your hand on the scanner.” The human did as told, but in changed red and blinked negative, the woman clicked her tongue and ran a quick wand over his arm, “Sorry Mr. John Doe, military ID is required for all UNSC officers and soldiers, and you don’t appear to have one, plus your prints aren't in the system, now date of birth?”

The human sighed, “July 13, 3998, and im innocent.”

Behind him the guard snorted, “Possession of illegal substance, intent to sell, failure to identify, unlawful possession of a firearm, and resisting arrest.”

“I did identify myself, and the drugs you found on me weren’t mine. I was-”

“Ah that age old shtick, these aren’t my pants officer, I swear.” She motioned him forward, and before he could react the device came up. He cursed as the dye was injected into his skin leaving the fluorescent purple number visible on its surface. He was pushed forward into the holding cell with krill, and from there they were funneled into two lines, humans and nonhumans.

Stepping up to the counter, they were ordered to surrender ALL personal Items.

Commander Vir was momentarily uncuffed under the eyes of at least five guards pulling off his belt, watch, and shoes placing the in the container. The man behind the desk waited, “ALL personal items.”

“Everything.”

The man grunted, “Can't exactly cavity search you if we can’t get to all the cavities, now get to it.” 

Krill felt very sorry for the humans just then, he may not have understood it, but he did understand the invasion of personal privacy. The commander eventually dropped his last item of clothing into the box looking very, very uncomfortable. The shiny metal of his cheap prosthetic glittered in the fluorescent lights, “Ask me to give up the leg, and we are going to have a RIOT.” He snarled.

“No, but we will need he eyepatch.”

The human tried to protest, but that wasn’t an option, and eventually he pulled it off and tossed it angrily onto the pile. From there they were cuffed and brought into another long-white room where they were all sat side by side in two long rows. The commander scooted closer to Krill as he eyed the man next to him, almost as tall as Sunny.

Krill glanced over at the human and, “I thought you just had the one tatoo.”

The human glowered at him, “Dude, no… we are not talking about that here. Not like this.” That was when they were all unceremoniously blasted with a deluge of water. Coughing sputtering and dripping they were lead out a set of doors and over a series of grates blowing freezing cold air. The human;’s skin had turned purple and he was shivering.

“Fuck this.” he moaned then paused, “Never-mind, don’t think to deeply into that.”

Krill was mercilessly led off to another containment unit while the humans were led into another area. 

A single guard was snapping pictures of the incoming tattoos and cataloging them along with the ID number. The commander turned around to show the largest tattoo he had  about fist sized on his right shoulder-blade. It was the earth encircled by a pair of wings and the banner for his flight unit.

“Which gang is this one for.” The man asked

He sighed, “‘No gang, it's an air-force thing.” The man grunted, “Any others.” With a sigh the Commander turned to the side exposing the second tattoo on the side of his leg just under his hip. 

“The hell is that supposed to be.”

He looked almost offended, “Marvin the Martian.” He received only a blank stare, “you know weird voice little alien character from the looney tunes…. Look I was drunk when I got it but that’s still no reason you shouldn't know who he is and before you ask NO it is not gang affiliated.”

When Krill was finally united with the commander, the man looked… very flustered, though he had been given a steel grey long-sleeve jumpsuit to wear. “I ... hate…. Everything.” Krill glanced nervously towards the opposite doors. 

“You need to talk to the GA ad the UNSC about this… this is barbaric.”

The human grumbled, “Tell me about it, we invented imaging machines for a reason.”

Krill had a feeling they were talking about two different things, but kept silent. The two of them were grabbed by a pair of guards and then led towards the doors, “Alright you two a couple of rules before you go in, play nice with the other kids, the first three digits of your ID number match that of your cell. When the bell rings you will return to your cell, if you don’t you will be administered an electric shock until you comply.” The doors ahead of them opened, and they were shoved out into general population.

The room was absolutely massive rising at least seven stories up with steel catwalks and safety glass at all seven levels. The center of the room was crowded with tables and chairs, a TV hung from one corner of the room, and the sound was absolutely deafening, the echoing cascade of a hundred voices. They noticed pretty quickly the species based segregation going on inside. The drev had claimed the TV while the humans congregated at the center of the room. The Tesraki were cowering under the stairs, and a couple other odds and ends hung on to that group.

There were no visible Vrul.

Together they cautiously stepped onto the floor. Commander Vir’s teeth were gritted, and he kept absently adjusting the grey gauze strip that now made for an eyepatch.

“We are going to die.” Krill whispered.

The captain didn’t respond.

Together they found themselves a table away from all three groups and tried to vanish into the shadows. Commander Vir was desperately muttering to himself trying to figure out a way to contact someone on the outside, or at least get out a message. Krill was hiding himself under the table rocking back and forth wishing for the sweet release of death. 

“Krill, Krill maybe we can talk to one of the guards, maybe we can convince them to help us.” He stood from his seat nodding to himself not waiting for Krill to give his opinion turned and ran face first into the chest of an absolutely behemoth prisoner. He WAS as tall as sunny for sure with a chest measurement almost twice that of Vir. His huge arms where the circumference of the commander’s head. 

Slowly the Commander lifted his eyes upwards mouth hanging slightly open eyes wide coming to a rather large, round face with a well trimmed goatee, no hair and angrily slanted eyebrows. It was then he noticed the four other humans standing behind him. One was tall and surprisingly handsome with thick curly hair going down to his shoulders while the other two were short wiry, balding and appeared to be twins. To their right was a man just a little shorter than the first dark hair dark skin and an unusually friendly expression considering the circumstances.

The man just in front of Vir stepped forward placing them chest to chest with Vir craning his neck upwards, “Why don’t you take a seat, friend.” He took another step forward and Vir staggered back catching his knees on the bench and forcibly sitting down. As soon as he did the dark friendly-face man, and one of the twins came to sit next to him sandwiching him in between them in what might have been a friendly gesture, accept for it wasn’t.

The first man loomed over him arms crossed over his chest, “Do you know what the first rule of the yard is?”

Commander Vir stammered and pressed himself back into the table, “Uh… don’t be a dick?”

The men around the table chuckled, without any humor, “Ah, I see we have a funny guy here, and when I say funny guy I mean a guy who is funny because he's clearly never been in the hoe before and learned everything he knows from movies…. Am I wrong?” 

Vir shook his head, though if Krill were in his position he wouldn't have disagreed either.

“First rule of the yard is that gang rules. It's the humans against the beetles and the bats, you get a chance to screw them over, you take it. But before that, Allen over there-” The handsome human raised his hand, “Is going to check your record, and if we see anything we don’t like…. Well you can imagine fom there.”

“S-something you don’t like? Like what.”

The small man to his side piped up, “Like if you're some kind of Cho-mo.”

Vir frowned, “A what/”

THe skinny  guy beside him spat on the floor, “ You know, A cho-mo, a kiddy fiddler,.”

Vir’s eyes widened, “Woah, whoah, hold on, I’m not that's… disgusting. I like kids…. Hold on that came out wrong. I mean I would never never ever touch or hurt a kid.” He took a deep breath, calming himself, “I am not a child molester and the kind of people that do that kind of thing deserve to die.” He locked eyes with the man above him and held it.

The frown split into a grin, “Good, just what we like to hear because if you turn out to be lying to us we’re gonna beat you to within an inch of your life,” He smiled openly “now just gotta make sure you aren't a snitch.” 

He was slapped heavily on the back by the darker human beside him lurching forward teeth gritted eyes wide. Before he could do anything the handsome man stepped forward, grabbed him by the hair, and ran some sort of scanning device over his number. He yelped in pain,but was pushed back before he could do anything. The man looked down at the device eyes scanning quickly over the words. The entire group went very still for a moment leaning in closer towards the commander with narrowed eyes.

“ John Doe, 25, 210, 6’2 Caucasian, Green Eye, prosthetic leg, tattoos of unknown origin, right shoulder right hip.” he looked up from his device, and sneered before looking down at his notes. “Possession of illegal substance, intent to sell, failure to identify, unlawful possession of a firearm, and resisting arrest.” There was a mutter around the group Krill thought he saw a few of the humans nodding.

“That's what they SAY I did, but I didn’t”

“Sure we’re all innocent here. Anyway John, what’s your real name?”

Adam shifted uncomfortably from where he was pinned between two strangers, “Adam, my name is Adam, and I told them that.”

“Uh huh, sure.”

Krill heard something from behind him as suddenly he was dragged into the air by a vice-like hand on his shoulder. He squealed and thrashed in desperation and fear as the other twin dragged him from under the table and held him up to the light, “And who is your friend here, a bug, don’t see many of those around here.”

Before any of the men could move, the commander was out of his seat and face to face with the small man. His single green eye once wide and afraid had narrowed, he stood tall back straight chest out teeth locked into a snarl, “Put him down or your fist goes down your throat.” His voice was like ice on steel.

Surprisingly the small man stepped back in shock. The entire group murmured, the small man looked towards his leader who finally waved a hand. Krill was dropped to the floor and skittered over to hide behind Adam who stood defensively against a group of five men, two of them taller than he was, “If you want to hurt him, then this ENTIRE prison is going to have to go through me.”

The big man cocked his head staring down at Adam like a great dane looks at a cockroach, “And what is the bug to you.”

“Someone I’m not willing to let get hurt, and if any of you disrespect him again I will go THROUGH you.” He was toe to toe with the big man now unmoving. Kril covered his eyes.

The big man leaned back a bit in contemplation, “You’re not one of those ... Disgusting Extrrials are you, getting freaky with the bug there.”

He didn’t break his stance, “We’re friends, and I owe him my life a million times over.”

The big man tapped his fingers against his arm for a contemplative moment, “Alright, I can respect that, just keep him in line, and he’s your responsibility.” Adam was clapped heavily on the shoulder and his eyes joggled around in his head with the force of it. The tense circle that had been around them before broke into into relaxation smiling and laughing, “Welcome to the hole.”

Krill kept at his heels as the two of them were dragged across the room to join the humans at their tables.

Only Krill saw the light tremor in the captain’s hand as they moved off.

[vndic-a]

aka the plot hole where they were like here’s some shit called the black oil / black cancer and it’s legit for alien colonization and mul.der was infected in it and the show talked about it like one valid time and then used it as a plot device to say he’s not only fine but incredibly medically healthy !!!!  and that’s bananas so now i’m here. im just gonna ramble off the series of events that took place and the overall effect, with a simplified summary at the very bottom if you don’t wanna read this whole spiel.  the first few paragraphs are literally just going to be a timeline and recounting.  

in earlier seasons mu lder was seen having what was known as ‘ black oil ’  ( or the black cancer or purity )  poured into his face, an alien virus that was chillin in some deposits in the earth after a meteorite struck tunguska in 1908  (  the meteor actually happened google it  ). in the show they displayed some wild russian gulag where random individuals were having it tested on them trying to find an immunity and mul.der got wrapped up into it. obviously, a lot of prisoners began to die due to it, but mul der eventually managed to fight his way and break free with no evident initial side effects or any influence until season 6.

the black oil is an alien virus used to infect other species in order to overtake them;  essentially, it enters the body and can have a multitude of effects, including taking over full control and having the body do the aliens’ bidding as they choose. it’s an organic mind control. the entire purpose of it is to reproduce and conquer other species.

three years later, upon finding an artifact that provided proof that humanity may have been created by aliens  ( gotta love txf ), mu lder falls into a crippling state as the artifact re-activates the black oil. while the reactivation doesn’t serve its initial purpose  (  he’s not being controlled by anything  ), the alien dna activates in a part of his brain. agent mul der begins to feel severe migraines by the first episode, but before long falls into an extremely manic state and displays abnormal brain activity, eventually deteriorating so far as being admitted to a mental hospital in a padded cell where he’s unable to communicate and is extremely violent.

our good pal kritschgau ends up helping along as well, a former character who knows about these experiments with the alien virus on humans and injects mul der with medication to slow down his brain activity. they test mul der to find he has the ability to read minds, and that he  /  his brain is essentially frying from all the activity and over-stimulus and etc. he is dying. he also falls in and out of a catatonic state throughout the episode, as well as falling into a seizure from the various medications he’s injected with, etc.

eventually, mul der is kidnapped by csm and diana to undergo a surgery to remove this portion of his brain. later on in the show as well,  after muld.er’s eventual abduction,  mul.der is said to have been dying from a brain tumor,  as further indication the the oil may have done more damage while it existed.  the tumor was going to take his life in less than a year by that point.  returning from his abduction he died,  but scu.lly had found evidence in other abductee’s bodies also exposed to the oil, that the black oil was resurrecting them to turn them into alien hybrids for colonization. they were able to save and revive mul.der with no lasting impact of the colonization.

 that being said, everything after this point is going to be headcanon, everything above was just canon retellings :

fox for sure still has moderate influence from the alien dna. viruses that target specific areas of the body can absolutely cause a long term impact and scarring,  and there’s no reason to expect that a virus attacking his brain and trying to change the way his body works and even beginning to succeed slowly would simply recover without a hitch. while it was said to have only effected a portion of his brain in the temporal lobe, the resiliency of the brain and its tendency to rewire and reconfigure itself based on need seems like it would be impractical if all of his issues went away because this random human brain surgeon was like i can probably just take this out and we’ll be gucci, and then later when it’s proven to still be there because of his resurrection, that anti-virals and temperature control would manage to kill it and his body could heal perfectly. that ain’t it chief.

i wouldn’t go so far as to say he’s maintained the ability to read minds explicitly, but it’s definitely tied in further with his natural intuition. as is, fox has an incredible ability to understand situations and people in realms beyond logic and science and he’s almost always right. he can set himself into different perspectives masterfully. to tack onto that  :   since the events of the alien dna in his brain, some of the capacity to tap into the extraterrestrial side remains, unknown to him. he isn’t aware that he can work himself harder into perceiving things greater than him, touching on reading minds or experiencing strange explainable sensations and leads from nothing again. he doesn’t even know some of the alien dna still left irreparable damage, and it may be no guarantee medical examination would be able to show the results of something that’s so unique. a medical examination may identify damage but not what. what was before a bit of uncanny luck and coincidence due to his intuitive nature is now extremely so on the occasions that he heavily exerts himself, unknowing he’s pushing himself to the limits of heightened brain activity and beginning to utilize the minimal remnants of his reworked mind. he’s grazing read minds and emotions in such a way he isn’t even realizing it, but gaining feelings, sensations, sometimes even pictures or clues or colors in ways he never has before and sometimes in manners that don’t even make sense. it’s like seeing his emotional victims/suspects/etc, finding a dead end, feeling that frustration and analyzing all the information over and over and it may be even the slightest suggestion, the image of something in his brain like an old memory he’s about to forget and all of a sudden so much makes sense but he could never explain the leap it took to get there. he often keeps these findings to himself until they make sense, but he does go out of his way to look for them and make the pieces connect as they have reliably in the past.

the temporal lobe also has dealings in memory, that is facial recognition, language  /  speech recognition, etc. fox has always had a fairly keen memory and a spectacular attention to detail  — i would say it’s only sharpened it vaguely, in such a manner that it was surprising before, it’s not much more surprising now. scu lly would truly be one of the few people to notice any of these differences in mul der, and even then, they’re so wildly minute and specific he hardly even notices them. this is mostly important as well due to all of the concussions and knocks he’s had, a risk to his mind / memory i won’t go too deep into, but having that heightened resiliency is insurance he won’t begin to lose it or face complications in the near future in that regard.

a side effect of these heightened abilities is overworking  —   he can’t quite strain himself in the way he used to. the more he forces, the more he tries to focus on, the more likely he’s going to burn out and a severe migraine will begin to form like those he had initially gained from the alien artifact. he’s known to push himself for over 24 hours sometimes on some cases, and for it to be an unconventional chase where he’s going entirely off of a hunch and then some, a lot of that strain and searching for a small detail, a literal needle in a haystack, can be so painfully infuriating. bright lights begin to bother, etc.

#.☄ ° ゜ as you claw the thin ice . ⇢ fact. #.☄ ° ゜ jon “jovi” bon bon bon bovi . ⇢ ooc. #look what... i rewrote #i added more abt his post-abduction era as well #bc prior i only had it abt the s6 finale portion #i haven't added more to his long-term problems bc like #i didn't wanna make it crazy #he's just a dude ass dude he's not william #but there certainly is a lot and the brain is powerful #and i'd love verses to explore it deeper bc i've rarely gotten to #but this is the gist of it

[shadowfae]

Hi im pretty sure I'm kin but I have doubts and shit because I have multiple kintypes. How do you know you're kin?

Okay, I’m home, time to jump right in. So, we’re gonna do this in two parts like we did the first guide I did on this. Part one: What Is Otherkinity, What’s Related To It: A Crash Course To Terminology. This is gonna be so we’re clear from the getgo on things. Part two: A Few Methods That May or May Not Work To Figuring Shit Out. This is some of the ways I know - but your experience will be deeply personal and unique, so don’t worry if you don’t stick to any one method, and it’s not about following the method so much as it is finding the answers and being satisfied with what you know.

This guide, however, will not go over most community things, like history and culture. That requires [groaning noises] sourcing things, and I hate doing homework. That you can hunt down from folks who have been here much longer than me. It also isn’t a comprehensive guide on experiences, because trying to mention everything would quite possibly kill me and requires a lot more teamwork and surveys and interviews and chasing down books that are no longer in print. So yeah, don’t expect everything.

I could just link the first guide I made, but it’s good to make a new one a few years later. Under the readmore, but let’s go!

Part One: Otherkinity, Related Experiences, and A Quick Guide To Terminology.

Side note - this is not a comprehensive guide of the terminology, there’s far too many terms and I am literally writing this entirely off the top of my head. If I forget stuff, don’t @ me unless it’s a glaring issue. :p 

Otherkinity: An ontological experience in which a person identifies wholly or partially as a nonhuman or fictional entity, on a nonphysical, involuntary, and profound level. Every one of those words is important. It is not necessarily spiritual or psychological, though it can be. You ID as the thing, not with it. It is you. You are the thing. It can be nonhuman or fictional or both, but not neither because that just leaves humanity. Some identify partially, and some identify wholly as nunhuman/fictional. I don’t ID entirely as nonhuman, but I do identify wholly as fictional, for example. (I’ll get into that later). It’s nonphysical, you can’t physically shapeshift, obviously. It’s involuntary, you don’t choose it. This isn’t a roleplay, this is identity at its base. It can be changed, but not easily, and not really voluntarily. It is also profound. It is a part of you, it’s never going away, you aren’t exactly who you are without it.

Therianthrope: An ontological experience in which a person identifies wholly or partially as a nonhuman, physically real Earth-based animal, on a nonphysical, involuntary, and profound level. Otherkin, but for Earth animals, like dogs or dinosaurs or bugs. 

Fictionkin(d):An ontological experience in which a person identifies wholly or partially as a fictional entity, on a nonphysical, involuntary, and profound level. Often considered the other side of the Venn diagram to therianthropy. This is where you’re a fictional character or entity or member of a fictional species. Harry Potter or a Pikachu, it’s all fictionkin. 

Fictionkind is a bit of an older term, and there has been a push to use it more as ‘fictionkin’ has seen more use amongst those who think it’s a form of roleplay, trading cards, or who have figured out that they can misuse community terms into their purity cults in order to control others. As well, otherkind was one of our first terms, but you’ll rarely see it used. They both share an ending of -kin, which is not from ‘kin as in your blood family’ but -kind, as in mankind, elvenkind, so thus otherkind, fictionkind. It’s not a relating to, it’s a being of.

Theriomythic:An ontological experience in which a person identifies wholly or partially as a mythical nonhuman animal, on a nonphysical, involuntary, and profound level. This is for those of us who are unicorns, griffons, dragons, etc, all the nonhuman animals that do not physically exist but are not necessarily under what’s considered fiction. It’s one of the prettiest words we have, in my opinion. 

Phytanthrope: An ontological experience in which a person identifies wholly or partially as a plant-based lifeform, on a nonphysical, involuntary, and profound level. Otherkin, but you’re a plant. I’m including it here because it’s a very pretty-sounding word, and although not as common, certainly real and not something you might recognize. It’s completely interchangeable with ‘plantkin’, but it sounds cool, so.

Otherhearted: An ontological experience in which a person identifies wholly or partially with a nonhuman or fictional entity, on a nonphysical, involuntary, and profound level. Like otherkin, but you are not the thing, you ID with the thing. It is close to you, it is what you’d be if you weren’t what you are. The difference, to put it in layman’s terms, otherkin is #me and otherhearted is #god i wish that were me. But like, way more profound. Are you the thing, or is it just incredibly close to you? Both are a part of your identity, just slightly different. 

Synpath: Like otherhearted, and was made by someone who didn’t know the word for otherhearted. It caught on and the difference is mostly accepted as linguistic: if it’s a general noun it’s a hearttype, if it’s a proper noun and thus is a name or requires a capital, it’s a synpath. Tl;dr: you can be unicornhearted, but you’re a Harry Potter synpath.

Otherlink: An ontological experience in which a person identifies wholly or partially with a nonhuman or fictional entity, on a nonphysical and voluntary level. This one’s a little more recent. It is like a kintype, but it is voluntary, you can choose it, and it doesn’t necessarily have to be a Big Thing like otherkinity. You will also see ‘copinglink’, which actually came first - that one’s an otherlink made to cope with something. (Both terms were made by @/who-is-page, aka a person you Need to be following if you’re gonna be on the tumblr community with us.) Otherlink and copinglink are incredibly handy terms, and when you need ‘em, you’re glad they’re there.

Shifting: An experience in which something ‘shifts’ in the mental or emotional shape to a different state of being, related to otherkinity and/or any related experiences. This one is such a common term, and hard to properly define without going into nuances. Mental shifts are when your mental state shifts to align better with a kintype, aura shifts are when your aura does that, shadow shifts are some sort of astral projection, astral shifts involve the astral realm, berserk shifts are extreme mental shifts that typically involve violence or loss of reason, etc, etc. Most of the time, if someone says they’re in an X shift, they mean mental shift. 

Multiplicity: An ontological experience in which a person is not alone in their body. Before someone @s me, I know it’s badly worded here. This is DID, OSDD-1, and endogenic systems, alongside a few other things. A kintype is you, a multiple is not you but also in your body. I won’t be going over this much as I am not multiple, but it’s good to know about. It’s not otherkinity, nor really related, but if you’re gonna learn about otherkinity, it helps to know about multiplicity. Also see soulbonding and tulpamancy.

Alterhumanity: An overarching community term for all those who do not feel completely, 100% human; or rather those who feel an altered version of humanity. Basically, someone got really tired of saying ‘otherkin, otherhearted, otherlinks, OSDD-1 and DID, endogenic systems, etc etc’ and made a term for everyone. It’s controversial on just who it defines as it also includes transhumanists (those who wish to physically become nonhuman, even if they ID as human) and many other things in a gray area, but as someone who’s gonna be typing otherkin, otherhearted, otherlinks, systems, etc etc a whole lot in this post? It’s handy. 

Phantom Limbs: An experience in which a brain maps out limbs that do not physically exist. This is originally a medical term, but it’s also incredibly useful. It refers to all limbs that don’t exist but you’re still pretty sure are there. Amputees experience this, and you know the rubber hand experiment where they hide your arm and trick your brain into thinking a plastic arm is your arm, and then hit the plastic arm and you feel pain? Yeah, phantom limbs. There’s also supernumerary phantom limbs, which is the Extra Bits like fangs and wings and horns and tails. Astral limbs, however, refer to the astral realm, and that’s a magic and spirit work thing, not an otherkin thing.

Paratype: An identity that is related to one’s alterhumanity but does not precisely adhere to any known definition. This was made by @/aestherians as a ‘fuck it you’re related and I don’t really know how but you’re worth mentioning’. It’s a ‘misc’ term, when you’re not sure if it’s a hearttype or something else but is important to your identity. It doesn’t always mean you’re questioning it, but it’s there. It’s new and does need to catch on, but it’s pretty handy.

ID: Short for ‘identity’ or ‘identify’. Occasionally used as shorthand. Be wary of someone who insists that an ID is ‘more you’ than a kintype. A kintype is an ID. So is a hearttype, or a linktype, or anything else. ‘ID’ is just an umbrella term that has been occasionally misused.

Kintype / Theriotype / Fictotype / Hearttype / Linktype: The noun versions of being otherkin, therianthrope, fictionkin, otherhearted, and otherlink/copinglink respectively. You are otherkin, you have a kintype, you are fictionkin, you have a fictotype, etc. If I catch you using ‘kins’ after this I will eat you.

Awakening / Questioning / Kinfirmation: A few terms to describe one’s journey through understanding their alterhumanity / otherkinity. Awakening is generally the moment you start feeling alterhuman or otherkin. For some of us, we’ve always been like this, for others, we just suddenly notice it. Questioning is whole journey from awakening to understanding and being sure of things. You’re never really done questioning, but when you’re happy with it, technically you’re done. Kinfirmation is a controversial term, sure. It’s otherkin + confirmation. Basically it means the opposite of awakening - the moment you’re sure, you’re done questioning, you’ve confirmed that this is a kintype. Awakening is how you start questioning, kinfirmation is how you finish. It’s controversial because it sounds stupid. But I like puns, so I’m keeping it. (You can slap ‘kin’ into any word and make it hilarious. That’s why I use a ‘kinformation’ tag. :p )

Banned / False Terms: kinning, kins, kinnies, etc - just don’t. Please, just don’t. This is how you make sure nobody takes you seriously and you get dismissed as a troll. ‘Kinning’ as a verb implies that otherkinity is a choice, which is prevalent and dangerous misinformation, and most of the community says burn it with fire - and for good reason. ‘Kins’ is just what people say when they don’t know the word ‘kintypes’, and implies you know very little about this. ‘Kinnies’ is a term made by antikin that’s quite controversial. On one hand, it’s hilarious to use to spit back at them, on the other hand it’s rude, on one foot like ‘kins’ it makes you look stupid, and on the other foot for a fair amount of folks it looks too much like ‘tr*nnies’ to give anything but a gut reaction of horror. (‘Kinnie’ is not a slur and does not hold the same societal weight, but as a gut reaction if you’ve had ‘tr*nny’ thrown at you, ‘kinnie’ isn’t going to make you feel all that great either.)

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Part Two: A Few Methods That May or May Not Work To Questioning Kintypes and Related Alterhumanity.

So we’ve learned terms, and now there should be little confusion in what we’re talking about here. If you were expecting a step-by-step list, you will absolutely never get one, not from me or from anyone else.

Your journey through awakening, questioning, and ‘kinfirmation will be your own. It will be unique. You will never start in the same place as someone else, you will never finish in exactly the same way. The questions you ask will not be the questions I will ask. You do not need to justify it to me. You only need justify it to yourself. A second opinion always helps, sure, in case you missed something, but it’s not my job to tell you what you are. That’s yours.

So let’s take a look. At this point, one should hope you’ve awakened. It has occurred to you that you’re not quite human, you’re not quite what you physically are. You are aware that this is not a common experience. There are lots of things that could draw you to this. Homesickness is the big one. Memories, sometimes. Habits you shouldn’t have. Methods of thinking that don’t have a reason that makes sense. A feeling of belonging, of hiraeth. Your identity is not entirely your experiences in this life, this moment. Shifts are also a pretty big indicator. And so, so much more that I can’t possibly put a name to.

You know you’ve got Stuff going on here, but you don’t know what, it may be multiple things, it may be one thing. You said it may be multiple things, and fuck, it sure might be. It is for me, and lemme tell you, when those things like combining that makes it harder to sort them out. But you kind of have to, if you’re here and asking these questions.

You’re done questioning when you’re happy. You don’t need to know everything, and tbh you never will know everything. That’s okay. You just need to be happy with what you’re sure of. 

So you’re not entirely human, or you think you might be fictional. Shit happens. But you’ve got to figure out what you are, if you’re not that. For some of us, it’s obvious. For some, not so much. I’m the sort of ‘stare it in the face and not recognize it’ person, because I’m stupid, but that’s a way to do it. 

Your first step, of course, should be to take every sign you’ve got of this, every indicator that makes you think the craziest thing of all, ‘oh shit I’m not human’ / ‘oh shit I’m fictional’. Because kid, this isn’t a conclusion you immediately come to. Think about it, for a moment. If you’re actually here, with this conclusion in mind, there’s a reason you think that this is it. So gather all the reasons you’ve got, notice a few more and grab those too, and stick them in a box. Or write them down. Just put them somewhere and take a look at what you’ve got.

Now figure out if X habit here is related to Y homesickness of Z aesthetic, if that’s a Normal Human Thing or a Odd Alterhuman Thing. The lines will blur. You will have something that’s a Normal Human Thing, but in context is possibly an Odd Alterhuman Thing. Note that it’s both depending on perspective, and continue.

Try not to define stuff too much. Before you say you’ve got wings as supernumerary limbs - do you have wings, or just a weight on your back? Because those ‘wings’ might be wires, or a saddle, or gods know what else. Note that it’s a weight, check to see if it’s not a normal human thing medical issue, that you think it’s wings, what it feels like other than a weight, if it’s just there like clothes or if you can feel through it like your hands, and whatever else you’ve got.

You should probably figure out what you’re working with before you start putting it together. If you’re sorting by colour or by shape, essentially. Question things. Do you know it’s this because that’s just your first reaction, or do you know because that’s what it is and you’re not arguing the sky is blue? 

Do not, and I repeat, do not overkill it. Keep questioning to a quiet thing, if you must sit down and dedicate time, do not do more than an hour or two. Brains do confirmation bias. You’ll see shit that isn’t there, or make things up to fit the puzzle you think you just solved. When you do sit down to question, write down exactly how you got from point A to point D. Take some time away after, and revisit it, see if point C still holds up on its own.

Try not to question too little and assume things, try not to question too much and make yourself full of doubt. Some things just are, okay? You don’t have to convince yourself it’s not That, that you aren’t sure, that it can’t possibly be. Sometimes it’s just like That, and that’s okay. It’s all right to accept the impossible. If it wasn’t, you wouldn’t be here. If it wasn’t, you’d be dismissing me. Don’t take things at face value, but sometimes, what they are inside is exactly what it says on the tin.

This is going to be long, and great at times, and sucky at times, and downright confusing. If you turn to divination like tarot and pendulums, ensure they work before using them on this, and like all things, take with a grain of salt. Tarot that someone else does on you? Yeah, okay, it’ll work. Asking someone on the internet to use a pendulum for you? No. Do not. That is not going to give you a good answer on anything.

If you can do it for a different part of your identity, you can do it for this - as a decent rule of thumb. 

You may want to ask why you’re like this, if it’s spiritual or psychological or how it happened. Key word may. A lot of us do ask why, and sometimes find answers, but if you’re “Idk, I’m just an elf, don’t ask me,” then that is also completely fine! So long as you’re happy with that answer. 

Multiple kintypes can make questioning an utter nightmare. Tackle them one at a time, use elimination methods, check if X is a symptom of Y kintype or Z hearttype or gods know what else. Don’t be afraid to admit you don’t effin’ know, and deal with it later. You won’t get this overnight. You’ll be questioning for at least a month. Anything less and ehhh, you sure, buddy? You might be right, but under a month and you might’ve missed something critical - it just isn’t enough time to be absolutely sure. Like marrying someone, this takes time to understand and learn. Bad example, but it works.

You may be questioning for years. Happens to the best of us. My friend Gryph spent five years asking ‘is this a hearttype or a kintype’ and was only sure after I used the ‘#god i wish that were me versus #me’ comparison and it made enough sense that they figured it out on the spot. That was like, three years ago. It was actually kind of funny considering Gryph was like, twice my age at the time. 

Point is, this takes time, sometimes you just know, sometimes you really don’t. It’s weird, it’s unique, it’s personal, it’s an adventure and if you’re here you’ll probably be glad to go through it. Some of us are actually not happy with being otherkin, and would trade it away if they could. This is also normal. Not as well-spoken about, for obvious reasons, but it happens.

The key is introspection. It’s not divination, it’s not what someone else says - though that can help. It’s introspection. It’s about you, it’s what you are. It’s what’s right, what is true to your story. It’s a truth of the world, something you understand a split second before it defines itself, something that really just doesn’t give itself easily over to words.

There’s no step by step guide to otherkinity, to alterhumanity. Nobody could make one. But if you’re sure that this rings true, that this is the key to a part of you, then to you I say only two things.

Welcome to our subculture. I hope you find what you’re looking for.

Luteia 💚

#otherkin #fictionkin #alterhuman #luteia laments #kinformation #idk what other tags i need? #lmk if i forgot something important lmao #i wrote this in two hours in one go #Anonymous

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aka the plot hole where they were like here’s some shit called the black oil / black cancer and it’s legit for alien colonization and mul.der was infected in it and the show talked about it like one valid time and then used it as a plot device to say he’s not only fine but incredibly medically healthy !!!!  and that’s bananas so now i’m here. im just gonna ramble off the series of events that took place and the overall effect, with a simplified summary at the very bottom if you don’t wanna read this whole spiel.  the first few paragraphs are literally just going to be a timeline and recounting.  

in earlier seasons mu lder was seen having what was known as ‘ black oil ’  ( or the black cancer or purity )  poured into his face, an alien virus that was chillin in some deposits in the earth after a meteorite struck tunguska in 1908  (  the meteor actually happened google it  ). in the show they displayed some wild russian gulag where random individuals were having it tested on them trying to find an immunity and mul.der got wrapped up into it. obviously, a lot of prisoners began to die due to it, but mul der eventually managed to fight his way and break free with no evident initial side effects or any influence until season 6.

the black oil is an alien virus used to infect other species in order to overtake them;  essentially, it enters the body and can have a multitude of effects, including taking over full control and having the body do the aliens’ bidding as they choose. it’s an organic mind control. the entire purpose of it is to reproduce and conquer other species.

three years later, upon finding an artifact that provided proof that humanity may have been created by aliens  ( gotta love txf ), mu lder falls into a crippling state as the artifact re-activates the black oil. while the reactivation doesn’t serve its initial purpose  (  he’s not being controlled by anything  ), the alien dna activates in a part of his brain. agent mul der begins to feel severe migraines by the first episode, but before long falls into an extremely manic state and displays abnormal brain activity, eventually deteriorating so far as being admitted to a mental hospital in a padded cell where he’s unable to communicate and is extremely violent.

our good pal kritschgau ends up helping along as well, a former character who knows about these experiments with the alien virus on humans and injects mul der with medication to slow down his brain activity. they test mul der to find he has the ability to read minds, and that he  /  his brain is essentially frying from all the activity and over-stimulus and etc. he is dying. he also falls in and out of a catatonic state throughout the episode, as well as falling into a seizure from the various medications he’s injected with, etc.

eventually, mul der is kidnapped by csm and diana to undergo a surgery to remove this portion of his brain. later on in the show as well,  after muld.er’s eventual abduction,  mul.der is said to have been dying from a brain tumor,  as further indication the the oil may have done more damage while it existed.  the tumor was going to take his life in less than a year by that point.  returning from his abduction he died,  but scu.lly had found evidence in other abductee’s bodies also exposed to the oil, that the black oil was resurrecting them to turn them into alien hybrids for colonization. they were able to save and revive mul.der with no lasting impact of the colonization.

that being said, everything after this point is going to be headcanon, everything above was just canon retellings :

fox for sure still has moderate influence from the alien dna. viruses that target specific areas of the body can absolutely cause a long term impact and scarring,  and there’s no reason to expect that a virus attacking his brain and trying to change the way his body works and even beginning to succeed slowly would simply recover without a hitch. while it was said to have only effected a portion of his brain in the temporal lobe, the resiliency of the brain and its tendency to rewire and reconfigure itself based on need seems like it would be impractical if all of his issues went away because this random human brain surgeon was like i can probably just take this out and we’ll be gucci, and then later when it’s proven to still be there because of his resurrection, that anti-virals and temperature control would manage to kill it and his body could heal perfectly. that ain’t it chief.

i wouldn’t go so far as to say he’s maintained the ability to read minds explicitly, but it’s definitely tied in further with his natural intuition. as is, fox has an incredible ability to understand situations and people in realms beyond logic and science and he’s almost always right. he can set himself into different perspectives masterfully. to tack onto that  :   since the events of the alien dna in his brain, some of the capacity to tap into the extraterrestrial side remains, unknown to him. he isn’t aware that he can work himself harder into perceiving things greater than him, touching on reading minds or experiencing strange explainable sensations and leads from nothing again. he doesn’t even know some of the alien dna still left irreparable damage, and it may be no guarantee medical examination would be able to show the results of something that’s so unique. a medical examination may identify damage but not what. what was before a bit of uncanny luck and coincidence due to his intuitive nature is now extremely so on the occasions that he heavily exerts himself, unknowing he’s pushing himself to the limits of heightened brain activity and beginning to utilize the minimal remnants of his reworked mind. he’s grazing read minds and emotions in such a way he isn’t even realizing it, but gaining feelings, sensations, sometimes even pictures or clues or colors in ways he never has before and sometimes in manners that don’t even make sense. it’s like seeing his emotional victims/suspects/etc, finding a dead end, feeling that frustration and analyzing all the information over and over and it may be even the slightest suggestion, the image of something in his brain like an old memory he’s about to forget and all of a sudden so much makes sense but he could never explain the leap it took to get there. he often keeps these findings to himself until they make sense, but he does go out of his way to look for them and make the pieces connect as they have reliably in the past.

the temporal lobe also has dealings in memory, that is facial recognition, language  /  speech recognition, etc. fox has always had a fairly keen memory and a spectacular attention to detail  — i would say it’s only sharpened it vaguely, in such a manner that it was surprising before, it’s not much more surprising now. scu lly would truly be one of the few people to notice any of these differences in mul der, and even then, they’re so wildly minute and specific he hardly even notices them. this is mostly important as well due to all of the concussions and knocks he’s had, a risk to his mind / memory i won’t go too deep into, but having that heightened resiliency is insurance he won’t begin to lose it or face complications in the near future in that regard.

a side effect of these heightened abilities is overworking  —   he can’t quite strain himself in the way he used to. the more he forces, the more he tries to focus on, the more likely he’s going to burn out and a severe migraine will begin to form like those he had initially gained from the alien artifact. he’s known to push himself for over 24 hours sometimes on some cases, and for it to be an unconventional chase where he’s going entirely off of a hunch and then some, a lot of that strain and searching for a small detail, a literal needle in a haystack, can be so painfully infuriating. bright lights begin to bother, etc.

#.☄ ° ゜ as you claw the thin ice . ⇢ fact. #i added more to the post-abduction era and etc. #not many of the long-term effects are on there but

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🧣 Kazuo/Masashi (imagine owl prints kshxjsjx iM KIDDING) 🍪 Kiyoko/Manami

From the Fall-Themed Starters

Sorry for the wait ; 7 ; Hope you will like them

Kazuo/Masashi - Send 🧣 to knit a scarf with my muse

“It’s getting colder again. Mother always says that once it gets colder, we should put on a scarf or else we’ll be getting sick. Mother always tells Shigeo in particular, because somehow Shigeo thinks he doesn’t need to put a scarf on. Absolutely unbelievable!” Masashi’s hand movements were just as aggressive as his voice as he knitted a black scarf and ranted about his younger brother in the meantime. “He says they don’t go well with his outfits, what does that even mean? And now he tells me this morning, he lost his scarf??!”

For a moment, Kazuo, who had been peacefully knitting beside Masashi the entire time, considered telling Masashi that Shigeo most likely lied about loosing his scarf but then decided against it, figuring it would only make Masashi angrier.

“I can’t believe this. Mother would be disappointed. I should tell her about it once I call her.” He huffed. “Well, I will make him a new one.” He lifted his knitting work a little and looked at it with furrowed brows, as if the incomplete scarf was at fault for any of his anger. “Here I even made it black, like most of his clothes.”

“You’re very considerate.” Kazuo stated, stoic as always. “I hope Shigeo-kun will appreciate.” Another huff. “He better will!”

For few seconds or so, silence prevailed. But Masashi Eizan, when irritated, was usually not silent for all too long, given that there was hardly anyone in the world who would tell him to shut up, most out of fear but there were also a slim number of people like Kazuo who actually were interested in what he said.

“My younger siblings can be so terribly unruly!” Masashi grumbled on. “You have it much easier in that regard, Kuga.”

Kazuo gave an instant, quick nod. Everyone and their grandmother knew how much he loved his siblings, so his fast reaction was no surprise. “My siblings are truly wonderful.”

“Hm..” Masashi’s initial hassle about Shigeo’s refusal to wear a scarf seemed to calm down a little, as he thought about one particular sibling of Kazuo’s. “Surely your little sister will be very happy about the gloves you’re knitting for her.” “Oh I am already done.”

With a mild surprise in his red eyes, Masashi looked up from his knitting work. “Huh?”

Without moving a face muscle, Kazuo took a halt to his current knitting and quickly held up a pair of small, pink gloves with a happy-looking cat print on them up in the air, before continuing his current, new work.

Masashi squinted and raised an eyebrow. He lowered his still unfinished scarf and stopped moving his hands. “Then what are you working on right now?”

Kazuo looked up, expression as emotionless as usual. “Oh, just a scarf for you.”

“For me?!” Masashi called out, almost more confused than before.

Instead of giving an answer, Kazuo only wordlessly held up what he had been working on and revealed a nearly-finished light-brown scarf. Under closer inspection, Masashi noted that the scarf had many small owls on it.

“Why are there birds on it?” Were the first words Masashi spoke after moments of silence. “Why not?” Was the lacklustre reply he received.

A few more moments of silence, before Masashi talked again. “You had no obligation to do this.” Kazuo only blinked and answered. “But I wanted to. You considers scarves important, so I am sure it’s a good thing for you to have more than one.” Before Masashi could say anything, he already mused while continuing his work. “Maybe I should make one for Shigeo-kun as well, since he seems to like to loose it. Considering that, I should make him more than one. On one of them, I will place bats and on the other one will have anacondas.”

Kiyoko/Manami - Send 🍪 to bake with my muse

A grouping of particularly, nasty students of Totsuki had met up to stroll together to one of their favorite activities: Check out the kitchen where Manami Kuga was known to cook a lot in and taunt the little, pure girl for no valid reason whatsoever. As mentioned, we’re dealing with absolutely nasty excuses of the human species in this small story.

Already several meters before the door that lead to the particular kitchen they were aiming for, the group noted an alluring fragrance in the air. They identified cinnamon, fresh apples and other bewitching aromas and couldn’t help but to feel an intense craving of tasting the delicacy that emitted this enchanting fragrance.

After a few moments they shook off the feeling and only gave each other menacing, cruel grins that silently told each other they got what they wanted as their target was definitely over in the kitchen baking.

And once they took a look through the half-opened door, they saw the little brown-haired girl, happily stirring something in a bowl.

Before they could put a step in however; another person appeared in their vision and the group felt their breaths getting stuck in their throats.

The person stepping beside Manami was no other than Kiyoko Saito, daughter of the very authority of sweets-making, 2nd Seat in her universe’s Elite Ten, known for outstanding talent and delicacies as well as her closeness to some of the most vicious personas that ever walked the hallways of Totsuki.

Her presence was…..unsettling.

“Wonderful work so far, Manami-chan! I am certain everyone will love the apple-tarts we’re making. It’s such a joy to work with someone who’s so well-versed in that area for once.” Kiyoko gushed and clapped her hands together. Manami turned her head to her and beamed. “You think so?”

Kiyoko bobbed her head three times. “But of course, of course. Wait, let me get the marzipan! We should add some to them, just trust me.” Manami tilted her head a bit at that suggestion and let out an “Oh?” before Kiyoko could turn away.

“Hm?” Kiyoko blinked, trying to signalise that if there was a question Manami should not fear to ask. “I…” Manami stopped stirring and seemed a bit unsure, before she finally asked. “How much marzipan do we have?”

Once again, Kiyoko’s long eyelashes fluttered close for a second before she tilted her head lightly to the side and answered. “We have quite many. Why are you asking?”

Manami looked at her bowl. “I just thought…..it would be a nice idea to form everyone’s favorite animals out of Marzipan and put them on the tarts. Only if we have enough, of course!” The last sentence she added very hectically and turned back to Kiyoko who looked at her with an unreadable expression.

After a moment of silence, Kiyoko clapped her hands together once again and her face lightened up as she squealed. “What a lovely idea, Manami-chan! But of course, of course! I’ll make sure to leave some marzipan for you to use.”

Manami’s eyes began radiating. “You think it’s a lovely idea?”

The reply she received was Kiyoko eagerly patting her head a bit and smiling. “Precisely. I won’t ever take back my words, that you’ll make it far. Now hold on, I will get the marzipan, my dear.”

And so she turned away. Before she walked out of the vision of the group watching them from the doorframe however, she suddenly took a knife from the counter and looked right at the group, sending a wave of shock through them.

Kiyoko was still smiling, but her face darkened and her eyes had something knowing and dangerous gleaming in them. The smile did not feel friendly, it felt like a menacing warning.

The knife in her hands did certainly not help to make her feel less threatening in that moment.

And so the group of bullies felt the shivers run down their spines and their life being sucked out of their lungs, making them turn around instantly and run away in fear.

#Other's OCs #Masashi Eizan #Kiyoko Saito #Lea is writing #Crossoversss

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Fallane and Eliza Fate, please

Alright, these two are from different ‘verses just fyi. so any supernatural elements are very, very different, as well as social situations.

WARNING: Fallane’s contains reference to some things that might be triggering. nothing in-detail, but please be advised.

Full Name: Fallane

Gender and Sexuality:

 male-ish but with a rising intonation and a hand-wiggly gesture. sexuality is definitely just a hand-wiggly gesture, we think he has a slight preference for men but tbh no one cares

Pronouns:

 he/him. if you used other ones he probably wouldn’t object but if you asked he’d say ‘he/him’

Ethnicity/Species:

 Egyptian. and he’s like,,, vaguely a demon but not actually. he’s

supposed

 to be one of the generals/servants/sextoys/whatever of AN ASSHOLE who reincarnates every 30 years or so, possesses a young girl, and makes everyone’s life hell but he said ‘nope that’ and (mostly) left. so he’s not actually a demon but that’s what his kind got characterized as by various mortals and usually he doesn’t correct people

Birthplace and Birthdate:

 like literal ancient egypt in like 2,700 bc or smth

Guilty Pleasures:

 I don’t think he’s guilty about any of his pleasures.

that came out way more sexual than I intended

I just meant that he likes things and he’s not ashamed of it

Phobias:

 ahhhh this ‘verse is so dark help. I’d say sexual assault is pretty high on the list. I think he’s also a bit claustrophobic. more than a bit. he’s very claustrophobic he just doesn’t get into many situations like that

What They Would Be Famous For:

 he could be a model? like actually. he wouldn’t but he

could

. he’s got a wicked fashion sense and is really good at makeup. ooh he could model makeup too

What They Would Get Arrested For:

 can u get arrested for smoking indoors? he would. or shoplifting. he likes petty crime because either a) ‘this shouldn’t be privately owned and private ownership is just a social construct’ or b) ‘haha what are u gonna do, catch me?’

OC You Ship Them With:

 Sam!! Sam Reeve x Fallane is best ship. you could also ship him with Kai but Sam is most perfectest. I made a ship name for them but it’s lame and I’m not sharing unless u dm me. I also ship Fallane with a healthy lifestyle but that’s never gonna be canon so

OC Most Likely To Murder Them:

 does Nara canonically murdering him count? there r a lot of ppl who want to murder Fallane so I feel like this is an unfair question. Kai genuinely hates him for a large part of the story. ahaha Kai canonically kills him too jesus christ Fallane you’ve been killed three times you gotta chill. but I think Nara would be more likely to succeed than Kai so. the answer I pick is Nara. in a sarcastic way tho it’d be Mista, who is so done with his shit and she’s the type to say ‘im going to murder you’ when he like, puts his feet on the table or something

Favorite Movie/Book Genre:

 mystery? anything he can sarcastically criticize the plot of, tbh. maybe horror

Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche:

 if he’s a horror fan, then it’d be where any time someone says ‘dont do this’ the person does it and dies. I think he definitely dislikes the ‘aliens are always technological experts’ cliche like what if the explorers are anthropologists with no clue how their ship works?? did you ever think of that?? no you didn’t

Talents and/or Powers:

 his main talent is sarcasm. he’s very gifted with picking up languages and accents, and he has a high appreciation for all forms of art. in the supernatural realm, he’s got a lot. he’s a natural low-level empath, and then he got powers on top of that, which made him nigh immortal, gave him rly cool wings, and magical charisma (which is like subconscious suggestion, except,, magic) which he mostly uses to convince people he’s paid for shit he

hasn’t

 paid for. in the name of disabling capitalism, of course, and not because he just wants the pillow. then he’s also got some extradimensional abilities which are often interpreted as a kind of telekinesis but isn’t technically. and his empathic abilities get turned up to eleven until he can project so hard he can accidentally (or purposefully) kill someone

Why Someone Might Love Them:

 if you’re about grey moralities, ambiguity, and anti-heroes, you’ll probably love Fallane. he’s also very protective, and a single dad of energetic twins so there’s no shortage of relatability, either. but I think a lot of his charm comes from his interactions with other characters, because he feels very strongly and brings many things other characters are afraid to say. there’s a weighty sense of honesty with him, and a real desire to do right by the world and help the downtrodden. he also struggles with trauma and mental illness and he’s really, really messed up but he

tries

 and sometimes he fails and I think people will find a surprising amount to identify with. Fallane is my ultimate walking contradiction, but I think it works.

Why Someone Might Hate Them:

 I feel like he’s a character people would be just indifferent toward UNTIL people started being apologists and saying he does nothing wrong and then he’d be one of those characters that the fandom just splits on, as polarizing ends get increasingly more argumentative. he can be manipulative too and I think people might take issue with things like that, but I feel like most people who would actively hate him would be misinterpreting him. he’s not supposed to be a paragon of good morality

How They Change:

 in the first few waves of this ‘verse Fallane was a definite villain, if a hero-aiding anti-villain. then I decided villains were overrated and now there’s no villains, just a complicated mess of varying degrees of grey morality. in canon, this is reflected. he goes from a certain ‘I can’t do anything substantial about it so I just won’t bother’ to someone who

acts

 on his desire to combat discrimination and abuse. he also gets his family back, and gains a little sister, and he’s constantly learning how to love (in every way) and how to

live

.

Why You Love Them:

honestly?

because

 he’s learning how to live. much of Fallane’s backstory (and his role-switch from anti-villain to anti-hero) came from when I got over being suicidal, so he’s sometimes a comfort character. ngl, I also love his aesthetic. I’m also a bit biased because he has ocd and I have ocd and that’s relatable too and it makes his aesthetic

extra

 relatable. he’s also incredibly emotional and that’s always an adventure to write. I really love Fallane guys.

also this ao3 tag is like the greatest descriptor of him:

Full Name: Eliza Fate

Gender and Sexuality:

female, bisexual

Pronouns

: She/Her

Ethnicity/Species:

English. and she’s a vampire so uh yea

Birthplace and Birthdate:

England and uh….. like…. idk….. a long time ago

Guilty Pleasures:

both slow and fast jazz music. also she’s surprisingly good with children - I like to think that sometimes, she volunteers at daycare-like-places in the shadier parts of town where there’s too many kids and not enough workers and she just helps out these toddlers and teaches them to jazz dance, the way you teach little kids anything, which is hold them and pretend they’re following anything you’re saying

Phobias:

I don’t think she’s phobic of anything, but she’s afraid of losing her family. they’re very important to her and I think her deepest fear is that someday she’s going to wake up completely alone. she’s not afraid of any one person leaving (obviously she’d be upset), it’s just the idea that

everyone

 could disappear

What They Would Be Famous For:

she’s kind of famous within the criminal underworld because she’s like a mob boss, and she’s mostly famous for having a very large family, and for being independent. she went almost two centuries without a right-hand man/woman/etc which, especially as a woman, was quite unique

What They Would Get Arrested For:

I mean she already murders ppl and runs a mafia so that

could

 get her arrested, but if she ever got caught it’d probably be something like she murdered a child abuser or something really,

really

 violently and not well-planned

OC You Ship Them With:

 Itsuki, who’s her canon boyfriend, and Andrea, who’s her canon girlfriend. she’s poly and her relationships are usually open relationships, including with those two. I also ship her hardcore with Katsumi, although that’s a very different dynamic (1960s lots of drugs and alcohol and free sex and it’s about pushing each other further and further and not always healthy but they know that and it’s okay). I feel like Eliza would be really great for romance fanfic because you can go with many time periods!

OC Most Likely To Murder Them:

 Rin. boi Rin has wanted to murder her since he met her probably, he just hated her on principle and then Eliza went and decided she liked Itsuki so Rin hated that and

then

 she started dating Katsumi too and so she’s in love with both his roommates and that pisses Rin off. it’s funny.

actually it’s often really depressing because they end up blaming each other for Katsumi’s death and just about everything else and I think Rin might actually wish she had never existed but

usually it’s a sarcastic ‘I would murder you right now Eliza I swear’

Favorite Movie/Book Genre:

 slice of life. I think she likes the variety and the normalcy of it all, and she usually thinks the couples are cute. her least favorite genre is probably mystery

Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche:

 love triangles. they’re way, way overdone. also they invalidate the possibility of poly or open relationships. on a less serious note, she hates any mystery story that ends with like ‘the detective was the culprit all along!’ there’s not really a reason why she hates that but. she does. I made her I make the rules

Talents and/or Powers:

 powers: well, she’s a vampire. talents: charisma. she is very good at getting people to understand her viewpoint, when she puts her foot down on something, which is rare. she’s also good at dancing. and very good at sex too apparently. she’s good with children too! but only really smol ones, once they get above like 5 they’re usually assholes

Why Someone Might Love Them:

 she’s strong, and independent, and I think she’s over all a good person. she doesn’t take shit from people, but she doesn’t assume that people

are

 giving her shit. she’s quite easy-going, all-in-all. she’s also really loving to her family, and in many ways she fulfills feminine roles, but the way she does them and the way she thinks about them are empowering, I think

Why Someone Might Hate Them:

 when Eliza was first conceptualized in mid high school, I was terrified that people would see her as bad representation because she’s not morally straight

and

 I worried that making her bi and poly would make people angry. but I think I’ve mostly gotten past that? idk. but I definitely think people might dislike her for her constant relationships - she doesn’t do well if she doesn’t have at least one datemate, and people might see that as too dependent or needy. she sometimes comes across as needy, so there’s that. I think there’d definitely be Eliza Fate stans and Eliza Fate haters

How They Change:

 you get to see her progression from the civil rights era to present day, and she does change a bit, but overall she’s one of the most stable characters in this ‘verse. she really learns to accept rejection, and since she adopts a literal child (Nayeli) into her family and doesn’t raise Nayeli with any expectations of her joining the Family, I think she learns to work with people during their formative adolescent years, too

Why You Love Them:

Eliza is a character from the second wave of this ‘verse, so she’s quite old to have changed so little. I also love how she can differ depending on the time, so her roles change depending on the context. her personality doesn’t really change between any of them, but she’s a very complex character (a side effect of having been in my head for at least 5 years) and you can actually

see

 all her facets. also she’s a mob boss mom??? like that’s cool idk she’s super suave and i’m gay

#ocs #eliza fate #fallane

[hikari-ni-naritai]

Why do you hate politics?

answering this would require me to talk about politics.

nah jk im just sick of feeling like i should be angry all the time and getting into fights with people i care about over what some lying beaurocrat in dc said on the news last week. none of these people care about you or me. its all a big con game. they pick sides on issues that they think will resonate with the highest number of people and try to gain power in that way. america has the resources and manpower to end world hunger and our homelessness problem, but what do they do instead? institute rules against giving people food for free, put caps on the amount of food farmers are allowed to sell and force them to destroy the leftovers, that kind of stuff. like obviously a lot of stuff on the republican platform is awful, but the democratic platform is better in name only. they’ll be like ‘hey our opponents hate poor people bc they want to cut welfare’ but literally who is campaigning against the unjust laws preventing us from feeding our own people? not conservatives, but not liberals either. its nobody. its the same as when you see like some huge company like nestle say “we’re giving 5 cents of every purchase of Nestle Crunch Bars towards Habitat for Humanity.” like yeah that sounds good on paper but its nothing more than a marketing scheme. they’ve got enough money to build houses for every homeless person in new york city at the very least. 

look i dont like having trump as president any more than the next guy. but like if you’ve looked at anything hillary clinton’s done since the election, she literally sounds like some kind of election robot that doesn’t know what to do when it doesn’t win. its really really weird and its making me want to buy into a bunch of ‘the world is ruled by x species disguised as humans’ conspiracy theories. 

my point is that politicians dont care about solving any problems. they dont care about changing anybody’s mind for the better. all they care about is money and power. 

and not to mention the fact that former child sex slaves have identified numerous US politicians from both parties who’ve taken part in sex trafficking. 

anyway that’s all ive got to say on the matter. i will not answer any more asks about politics or my political views. im not running for freakin president over here. im just a guy tryna post cute anime and complain about kancolle. im getting too old for this sort of thing.

#Anonymous