There's something really cool yet weird about having friends who really like your stories and characters. Like, for example, my brother has a cute fox plush he lovingly named Reaper after my eldritch horror of a character. And while that's super freaking cool, it's also crazy to think about. Like a tiny private fandom. My stories live in my brain, but sometimes these two random people think about them, and I go a little insane.
It gets a little colder, and suddenly, I can see everything, I can smell everything. I can feel the wind trying to get me to come back to it. It practically screams for me to run and to keep running until I feel how I used to. I think winter grieves me. It dug a hole in the backyard that I never chose to lay down in, and now it has to watch as I try to comprehend what it knows I can't. I don't look how I'm supposed to anymore, I've changed, and it doesn't know what to do with me anymore.
Being a crowhearted wolf ^^^. I wanna share my trinkets with people.
am i a crow or am i just longing to be close to them because of our symbiotic relationships
Babeee, babe wake upppp. It's cold outside we gotta go stand ominously in a foggy morning field babeeee
Me when mm cold.
When you live in a normally hot climate, but the weather is starting to noticeably get cooler
If you can't tell, I'm having a grand time
You know, after realizing I'm a wolf, the deep yearning every winter to be running through snowy wilderness with only my paws to limit how far I go suddenly makes a lot more sense.
I'm going to start barking at the next person who tries to make me sit down and do my work.
Iโm so tired of emails. Iโm a dog
I consider myself something of an academic weapon B] (I have ADHD but will cry till I throw up if I make anything below a B)
"I got that dog in me" I say as a tiny dog presses buttons in my brain by violently wagging it's tail.
If I just keep acting delusional and telling myself that shits going great then I've convinced myself it's going to get better. I'm kinda just yapping at the wind here. Freeballing to an insane degree.
I miss my pack. We saw eachother just last weekend but I miss them. I wanna sleep in a dog pile and rough house and make noise with them. This sucks.
How the hell am I supposed to explain to people that when I imagine my dog form it's just some of the dogs from fucking Chernobyl TwT
Crypt
19 (minors pls don't dm me. Interacting with my account is fine)
They/them
polytherian and crowhearted. ๐พ
Certified feral animal
Apocalypse dog โข๏ธ
Shape-shifter
You can spam boop the hell out of me btw
Theriotypes:
- Wolf
- Coyote
- Livestock protector dog
- Chernobyl dog
- Raccoon
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Heart Homes
- Minecraft (specifically Para Sanar) - side blog: @dandelions-crossing
- Apocalypse World - side blog: @apocalypse-dog
- Far Harbor (fallout 4)
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I mostly just post about my journey with therianthropy since this is the only site I can actively express it. Come say hi :]
Ask... Ask me about my heart homes, please...๐
PLEASE
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DNI:
Racists, homophobic, transphobic, ablist, anti-alterhuman, zoophiles, pedophiles, pro-shippers, etc.
I don't want any issues. I'm just here to chill out and post what I want. I'm not going to entertain anyone who decides to disrupt my peace, and I will block freely.
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Extra stuffs:
- neurodivergent
- Pet Regressor
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Current hyperfixations:
- Gorillaz
- Eddsworld
- Fallout 4