27, He/Him, Theriomythic / Otherkin, Pagan ✨Alterhuman Old Guard✨
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Feeling more and more lately like my whole community and identity was just. Overwritten. Pulled out from underneath me. I know things change but, i can't help but grieve what we are losing a bit
The therian community is honestly a bit of a shitshow now. Inundated with children with no regard for our history.
Masks were really NOT a ~thing~ until like. Barely 5 years ago? Same thing with quads and whatnot.
In my early days the Vast majority of folks were NOT polytherian. Figuring out your theriotype (singular!) often took years of journaling and inner work. Now idk if i can recall the last time i saw someone's blog list only one theriotype or kintype
The mental gymnastics happening with the folks who are bringing ~physical shifting/physical therian~ back make me honestly nauseous to think about. Words mean things.
If they cared to learn the history, they'd know the p-shift concept has caused harm.
Feels like this thing that has always been about your deepest innermost truth, the very core of someone's soul has been turned into just, performance and aesthetic for content.
I am still here, I am not going anywhere.
For 17+ years I've known what I am. I don't need validation. If i see one more post about how ~valid~ someone is im gonna go postal
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Bröther ,
Why beg for scraps when I've got t h i s
i remember my ex sending me a playlist with autumn j in it because they knew i was a therian and trying to figure out a way of politely saying i thought it sucked and would not want to listen to more i wish there was more therian artists and more variety but ive also seen some songs that were extremely therian coded even if the person didnt know what therians are (including someone singing about having the soul of an animal and being meant to be born in a nonhuman body) so like idk sometimes you can find those songs even if the singer isnt (openly) part of specifically the therian community
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Hello! ✨
Was just reading your ToS,
What if I don't have an insta? Do you have an alternative that might work for messaging?
Thank you!

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It never really took off but i still really jive with the term Otherborn
I've been like this my entire life. I never 'awoke' this is just Me.
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Hello - shapeshifter here
I'm literally a Phooka, a shapeshifting fae.
My forms are all animal-shaped, so i also consider myself theriomythic
My forms change, but i don't consider myself to have multiple kintypes. Im always phooka.
I have very strong, near constant astral/phantom shifts. I can feel my wings, ears, tail, fur, teeth, everything.
Typical forms are canine, feline, sometimes something between a satyr and a jersey devil, sometimes even something more draconic/reptillian/saurid (usually when im in a new environment or stressed)
Other forms are possible and i can control it to a degree if i focus
Hi hi! Hello! I have a weird question (about otherkin!)
So I’ve been seeing a lot of people identify as Shapeshifters! I’m a little confused on what that is? My current guess is they’re people who have many cameo shifts or the like.
No pressure to explain if you don’t want to :)
I'm honestly honored that you came to me of all people with this question, thank you so much!!
I think it can have multiple definitions-- The most common one I've seen is someone whose kintype changes frequently. But I'm sure the label could also apply to those with shapeshifting kintypes (werewolves and other creatures that can change form). Hope that helps ^^
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This is the best therian playlist,
you're welcome
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Skinned Hound
Concept art for The Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion
Shivering Isles DLC
Art by Adam Adamowicz
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The moon is for all of us
social media and store You are not allowed to use, copy or trace my art. Thank you.
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When the blackberries hang swollen in the woods, in the brambles nobody owns, I spend all day among the high branches, reaching my ripped arms, thinking of nothing, cramming the black honey of summer into my mouth; all day my body accepts what it is. In the dark creeks that run by there is this thick paw of my life darting among the black bells, the leaves; there is this happy tongue.
Mary Oliver, from "August" in Devotions
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