vulpenthefox

[vulpenthefox]

I know I have followers and moots across many time zones or that are insomniacs.

I know it’s late for me, but my DMs are open for a bit, and I would love someone to talk to if they’re fine with me potentially dropping off randomly because it is very late here.

[vulpenthefox]

Species dysphoria suuuuuucks.

I need. Something. I dunno, my normal stuff isn’t working.

Why does this fox still need to go to classes, y’all?

(NOTE: this is not me advocating for skipping classes. They are important, but like, ugh.)

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I've found that players tend to self-moniter. If one player does something particularly mean or bad, it starts a war. Which can be fun, sure, but also runs the risk of all the others ganging up on you.

minecraft servers with your friends are WILD like I stole the first edition yuri bible and they didn't find out it was me for like two weeks

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True, Anarchy servers *can* be like that, but not always. Personally, I think 2B2T gives them a bad rep. Ours is a modded lifesteal/origins/skill tree server.

minecraft servers with your friends are WILD like I stole the first edition yuri bible and they didn't find out it was me for like two weeks

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Me when my friends make an anarchy server, and nothing goes unnoticed for more than 12 hours

minecraft servers with your friends are WILD like I stole the first edition yuri bible and they didn't find out it was me for like two weeks

[vulpenthefox]

Me when trick or treat asks are always welcome :)

BTW feel free to send in trick or treat asks!!

[vulpenthefox]

A modified version of the Therian Icon Template for a new PFP. Thank you!

blank therian, constelic and alterhuman icon templates

feel free to use, credit is appreciated but not required :-]

[vulpenthefox]

(Sirencore)

Speak to me as if I am the source of your love- not its recipiant, its source. I am the feeling of longing in your heart, overpowering in my song. I lure you out to sea and off your ship, to prey upon your crew with my flock. Speak to me like the magnificent monster I know I am, and the source of love and fear. (Foxcore)

Speak to me as if I am a beloved animal, as if i was curled up in your lap. Speak to me so I know I am cared for, beloved, so I may return it in kind. For I am skiddish, but offer great rewards to those I feel care for me. So speak to me, speak to me so I know I am safe, so I know I am loved, and so I know I am able to simply be.

(Both)

I am no human, defined by your gender binary. I am a beast, clwed and fanged but kind. I am not He, nor She- I am all that is in between, and all that is not. I am simply It.

I think people underestimate how much I want them to use it/it's for me. Like talk about me like a scary cryptid you found in your backyard. Or a weird bug in your shower. Or a strange fossil of a species you just discovered.

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Awww yeah.

I found a picrew that just feels perfect for me. Stylized a bit, obviously (I don't have the ears lol), but very euphoric and feels like it looks like me. Highly reccomnd giving it a shot!

Link: https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/1895151/complete?cd=ElHBBMN20z#google_vignette

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@talon-dragonbeast I was going through some old posts- It's hard to believe this was over a year ago.

okay so last week, the amazing @vulpenthefox made me a meditation guide for enderman shifts (you can find it here!). it's so, so good. ive lost track of how many times ive listened to it in the past few days. something about the background sound, the feelings it evoked in me, the memories. oh god, the memories. ive even written a piece about it, something small. its about my hearthome, the things i remember. so here it is! i hope you guys like it.

The End is cold. Everything is. The stone, pale and hard, with a thin layer of yellow-white dust that sticks to your paw pads and is almost impossible to remove. The air is always dry, still, almost completely devoid of oxygen. For some of us, the ones born in the Nether or raised in the Overwold, it's almost unbearable. You take a breath, your lungs expand with the movement, you feel the air moving through your body, yet there's no relief in the action. You're always a little out of breath, no matter what you do.

The Endborn, they call us wanderers (or at least, in their heads they do. The Endermen are slightly telepathic, the remnants of a human race that evolved from the dark void and the pale stone and the chorus fruit and the cold, dry air). They don't remember, what we used to look like, what we used to be. But we do. We explore, and we travel, and we watch. We are never still, we never stay in one place. Solitary, but always accompanied; the beings we observe, our unknowing companions.

The Warped Forest will always be my home, one that I miss every day. The air is always warm and the ground is always soft, covered by beautiful cyan grass and warm shroomlights. Nothing like the coldness and the stillness and the silence of the End. But even though it's my home, there's something about the End that I will always long for. Is it the void that calls me? Is it my people? Maybe all Endermen belong to the End. Maybe it is our home, even if we try to leave it. That, I don't know.

[vulpenthefox]

Everyone.

Give this critter some love.

They need it, they deserve it, and they are perfect.

My dear friend, I understand your pain- and I do not use that term lightly. But you must remember, no medical procedure will ever define you, although it may bring you euphoria.

Would it feel good? Yes. Would it make your daily life easier? Probably. But would it make you more you?

Never. Not in the history of the world and back again.

Because you are not your body. You are not your blood, your bone, or your pain. You are what you do. You are the mark you leave on this world, the perception you leave behind.

And you are amazing- procedure or no.

i'll never get bottom will I.

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My dear pup, lend me your ears as I calmly stroke your fur.

Shame is such a unique emotion. It is similar in many ways to sadness, but is one of the few emotions that we only rarely make ourselves feel, rather than one others impress upon us.

I know it is hard. I know it takes time. But always remember, you are living your life for yourself- do not let others dictate how you feel.

And while you learn this skill, one that takes a lot of time, remember that you are always welcome in my den- you always have been, and always will be. This fox guards all his kits with ferocity, and that includes you. All you need to do is ask.

So come- curl up next to me as I wrap my white, vulpine tail around your form. Feel as I nuzzle you playfully with my snout, encouraging you to feel comfortable in my den. For you are yourself, perfect just the way you are.

ever since I was a pup i've had this deep sense of shame.

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Memories

Memories are not always pleasant.

Sometimes a storm may remind you of days with one you loved passed. One maybe not human, but loved more than any other creature you know. Days you spend comforting them through a storm.

Then perhaps sometimes, most of the time even, you remember the day she was outside when the storm started. How she vaults over the fence, running, panicked through the neighborhood. How your panic mirrors hers, yours in fear of losing your beloved companion, she who goes everywhere with you.

I've mentioned this before. I used to have a service animal, who recently passed. But recently, it has been difficult. I was eight when I got her, and scarcely remember life before. But I do remember comforting her through every storm. I remember holding her in my bed, stroking her fur, trying to lull her to sleep with a siren song.

I remember being filled with panic at the storms, the thought of losing her. the thought of her in fear, running into traffic, and me not seeing her alive again.

But that's not a worry now, is it?

No. but another trauma replaced it in storms. An evil so vile I would wish it upon no one, no matter how petty I was feeling. The evil of Memory.

The evil of reliving her death in every strike of thunder. The evil of reliving those panicked moments of my own when she was missing. The evil of the memories burned into your head. the evil of March 6th, 2024 at 12:06 PM.

The personal evil, and my personal hell.

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A Fox's Story

Let me tell you a story. A story that may feel familiar, may feel like your own. 

Once upon a time, there was a young human man. One who thought he knew his place is the world, who thought his journey was nearing its end. Who thought he had passed all the trials and tribulations, who thought that the world wouldn’t- no, couldn’t- throw anything else his way. 

But he was wrong. In more ways than one. 

All it takes to change a life is one word, they say. And his? His was alterhuman. 

You see, the man had never fit in. He was always outcast, always feeling as though he never was among peers. He always felt like he was isolated, but laughed and partied along with the ones he called friends, despite not feeling like he belonged- that is, outside of Sanctuary. 

Sanctuary, he called it. A small nature path, where he finally felt at peace. Where he would be surrounded by animals he quickly made friends with- crows, deer, and others. But most of all, the foxes. 

He felt like he truly understood the foxes on a fundamental level. Like they did him, as well. Like he was more fox than man. Like they were more family than his blood. 

So when he heard the word that changed his life? He adopted it as a part of his identity. Of who he was, who he is. 

But he was in pain. For he knew, no matter how hard he tried, his body would never become that of what he knew himself to be. 

That is, until one day, years later, when he met another. Or rather, they met him. 

They held conversation long into the hours of the night. They talked of alterhumanity, of his experiences, of his grief for not being him. Then, they made him an offer. 

You see, they were a hypnotist. They were able to manipulate and trick his brain, for just mere moments, into truly believing he was a fox. Into feeling it, into acting it. Even into believing that finally, he had the body of it. 

A euphoric, affirming hypnosis. Who was he to decline?

And so they did. They set up a time, and though he remembered little of the hypnosis itself, there was a remainder- a way to remember the sensations, feel them once more, at any time. A way to be true to himself. A way to be him, never before offered. 

And so, the fox’s story continues, but now with a truer version of himself- and with another by his side, outcast nevermore.

[vulpenthefox]

Yes.

do you think if people had wings we'd just

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Let’s broaden this to what it is.

You are valid.

DING DING DING DING‼️

Reminder!:

Not all Alterhumans are nonhuman

Not all Alterhumans are fully nonhuman

Some Alterhumans are partially nonhuman

Some Alterhumans are human

Otherheartedness is a deep rooted identity, just as otherkinity is

Otherlinks are valid

P-shifters, biological Therians and delusional Therians are valid

Therianthropy is the experience of identifying as an animal in ANY way

Alterhumanity is an umbrella term for all beings who aren't fully human in any way

Alterhumanity isn't just Therians, otherkins and otherhearteds

Therianthropy is not masks and tails and quadrobics

Edit: [the label otherpaw isn't actually harmful]

Quadrobics does not make you a therian

Some nonhumans don't like the label therian

Physical Therians and biological Therians do not make the community look bad

Alot 'therians' on yt and TikTok are just misinformed kids who do not deserve hate for a mistake

YOUR EXPERIENCE IS VALID‼️

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Everyone send this creature support!

Guys I'm really sorry for complaining on here so much. I feel like all I ever post is things complaining about my life. I need to get back to posting positive things