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ang3l-v0id-child · 6 months
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I am not lost in the void, I am the void, and I'm severely lost where am I?
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junethechaotictherian · 6 months
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When your having a mental shift but you gotta keep yourself lookin' human so now your inhuman self is slowly chipping away at your sanity:
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holy-hell · 5 months
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ʟɪꜰᴇ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴊᴏᴋᴇ. ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴘᴜɴᴄʜʟɪɴᴇ
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karma/axel/grave
( it/he)
this blog will (hopefully) be used for coining demon/nonehuman terms and maybe flags
also pls go follow our besties!!:
@rabidbatboy
@peterstrahmspen
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lightpinkstuff · 5 months
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// spoilers for danganronpa 1 and 2
One thing that I find very interesting is the difference between the backstories of the cast of dr1 and 2.
Of course there's nuance to each character's backstory and big exceptions to what I'm about to say, but, in broad strokes, a lot more of the dr2 cast had a bad upbringing in comparison to dr1. A few of them grew up really poor. So many of them were victims of abuse, verbal, physical, and sexual. Fyuhiko was raised to behave as a heartless leader, and Peko to think of herself as nonehuman. Sonia has had the pressure of becoming a queen ever since she was born.
It's very interesting to think about since at the end of the game we learn that they were the ones who basically brought the end of the world, and it started with Junko's manipulation of them(dr3 get out of here). It was probably easier for her to manipulate them because they were scared, lonely, unaware of the red flags that her words and actions might show.
But don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to hate on the cast of dr1. I love those little guys too (admittedly some more than others).
Now I'm just getting into headcanons, but it's just so interesting to consider this: why didn't Junko use her own classmates to destroy the world? Aside from meta things about the games, the in-story reason could be that she recognised that they would be harder to manipulate. She needed better targets. Perhaps she heard about the twilight syndrome murder case where two students were killed, and she looked into Fuyuhiko and Mahiru. And through Fuyuhiko, she learned about Peko. And from there, she wormed her way into everyone's head.
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westrentails · 3 years
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This is toaca. He is a clockafaun. He is staraho's best friend.
Note: clockafauns are a race of beings that are human like with Bird legs and long feathered tails and claws. They are guardians of the valley,woods,and lands. They protect those from harm both human, nonehuman,and animal alike. They have healing powers. They are also very powerful and powerfully strong fighters too. They are also very carefree and playful. And they are very kind and compassionate. They would play their silver flutes day and night and their music can be heard miles and miles and very far away. And even sing too. They can also run very fast and are also full of mischief.
They also have a birdlike call that goes like this. Kaaaa kaaa ka ka kaaa!
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sincerity-moi · 3 years
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I’m doing some more work on Viska the fae as a character, and I have a new headcanon to go with some worldbuilding.
In my world fairies have two major forms, they can appear as being super “traditional” in the fairy sense (roughly the size of somebody’s thumb with wings and elf ears), or they can appear as being tall and elegant Tolkien-elven style beings (which are quite a bit taller and more regal than most humans).
It is worth noting that all werewolves (even those born as nonehuman, full-blooded, natural werebeasts belonging to their own species entirely) are generally human-sized with extremely similar builds and body types (werewolves who started human and became werewolves through being bitten are obviously the same in size and shape as they were before being bitten.)
My headcanon: Viska, being a tall-ass-giraffe-ass-slinky-man while in his Tolkien-elf-ish form, frequently just scoops his shorter/much-smaller-in-general werewolf friend up and carries him around like a small child (much to Ricky’s chagrin, because while yes he is technically still a child, thank you very much, he is far too old for this undignified treatment!).
This, of course, begins occurring some time after Ricky and Viska have gotten to know each other (when Ricky’s complex series of complexes about bonding have relaxed just a bit.)
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binaryvixen899 · 6 years
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On The Outside Looking In
Trigger Warning: Chronic pain, species dysphoria, Dissasociation, Depersonalization
My left paw aches.
In the back of my mind I race back and forth, did I sleep on it? Am I drinking too little water? is this because I forgot my CBD dose? Or is this yet another part of my ongoing battle with fibromyalgia, yet another endless symptom caused by a disease that I fight a never ending battle against. What, exactly, has gone wrong this time?
I look down at my paw. It’s wrong. It’s barren. No fur. Bare skin. The claws are too short, mutilated, the digits are wrong, weird, too maneuverable. The size is of. I flip it over. My pawpads, where are my pawpads?
It’s like looking at something out of a horror movie.
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I’ve been to the zoo for the first time in probably four years. Things are different now. A lot different. I’ve taken HRT. I’ve moved out of my parents’ house. I’ve been diagnosed with PTSD and fibromyalgia and DID. I’ve transitioned, I’ve graduated. I have a wonderful community of other nonehuman folks around me. There’s a lot of good things going on in my life. Last time I went to the zoo I had to pay with a credit card because I was going for a school project and things were rough financially at home. This time, I paid with my debit.
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I glance across at the cafe where one of my partners and myself went. She’s the only human I date and, even then I’m not too sure. I have surrounded myself with people like me and who love me. And yet, and yet there is something missing. I am alone.
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I look around me as I get off the bus, fold my ipad, and carry it with me as I go down the escalator. I look at all the people around me. I pass better these days, and in Seattle, That Look People Give When They See A Transgender Person For the First Time and Stare is beginning to dissapear. The cisgenders are getting used to us. I fit in. I am just another person. I pass.
But I am not one of these people. I can never be one of these people. I am not human. I look like one, I walk like one, I am genetically identical to one. But I am not human. That is not me. That is not what I see everyday when I look in the mirror, that is not what I call myself. When it comes to everything important in my life I am not human.
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But I am not a snow leopard either. Not, in the traditional sense of the word. I am not one of those cats that I just saw at the zoo and I do not envy them locked in their enclosures and yet, I do.
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I am caught between two worlds and I belong to neither. I am not human, though I may look it. I am not a snow leopard, though I may identify as it. Is this what it means to be therian, otherkin, alterhuman, were? To be permanently caught in a state inbetween, of both being and not being? What is the context, the lived experience, of being an anthropomorphic snow leopard in an era with no ability to physically transition into such. How do we make our voices heard? To what world do we belong? To the society that raised us, or to the wilds that our species comes from? And, in a world without physical transition being possible what then, what then do we do? What can we do?
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I feel trapped, and I feel conscious of the fact that I am trapped and that feels even worse. The zoo, it turns out, is very good for that sort of thing. There’s something terrifying about standing outside of an enclosure of animals that look like you and yet walk on all fours and wondering, even if you were phyiscally uncia uncia, would you still feel trapped? Would there still be this bridge between the very basis of your identity and the very roots of your existence? And what then, does that say about you?
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I look in the mirror, and I want to see myself, and I know I never will.
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safk-art · 12 years
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myotishia · 12 years
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kin question
My kinside is blind. Are there any other otherkin out there who's kinside has a disability?
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junethechaotictherian · 6 months
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Gotta appreciate feminine caninekin
They're bitches to a spiritual/mental level
(THIS IS A DUMB JOKE I CAME UP WITH ON 2AM ON A SCHOOL NIGHT! I'M NOT TRYING TO OFFEND ANYONE!!!)
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junethechaotictherian · 6 months
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Fuck communicating using human language imma merrp all I want
Also Fuck walking on two legs
Fuck being insulted for wearing gear
And Fuck having to try to hide your shifts
Just fuck society in general,
MEOW I'M OUTTA HERE!!! SEE Y'ALL MEWS IN THE FOREST!!!!!!
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junethechaotictherian · 5 months
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Do y'all ever watch something about an inhuman creature and be like "omg that's SO me"
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Good evening Tumblr, today I was bored in class and drew this silly lil lizard, not my best work because I was bored and didn't really try but they're silly none the less!
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Maybe y'all Can give him a name👀?
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ang3l-v0id-child · 6 months
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I like to remind myself that one day, the great stars will die, the earth will crumble to nothingness and I will return to the G.R.3.A.T_V.0.1.D that I once was.
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junethechaotictherian · 7 months
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To all my humans:
M E O W
And to all my nonehumans:
Hey, so how's life?
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