dearest-wildthing

[dearest-wildthing]

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[dearest-wildthing]

yeah it's totally fine if it wants 2!

uh, I'm a deity who's rly nature-assosiated if u still need people

Divine blog: @dearest-wildthing

(sry if this wasn't necessary)

I'm sure Nature would love worshipping you if you would let it!

- Cloud ☁️

[dearest-wildthing]

I made myself two Angel ears! I am so happy with the result 🪽

I had about 30 feathers, I used 12, and they were completely sufficient!

[dearest-wildthing]

A long walk in the woods

[dearest-wildthing]

[dearest-wildthing]

Had a rough day, huh? Come here, lay your head on my chest and let me wrap my wings around you. Is that not nice, hm? My soft wings cocooned around us while my fingers comb through your hair as I croon a sweet soothing lullaby. There you go my darling. Let your eyes slip shut and drift off to sleep. You are safe now.

[dearest-wildthing]

how tiktok otherkins look at you when you tell them you actually believe you are not spritually human and that you are a guardian angel reborn onto earth to protect those who need protection and that you were destined to keep your loved ones safe from evil and when you die it means that you've fufilled your duties as a guardian angel and not just "i know i'm a human i just do this because i enjoy it!"

[dearest-wildthing]

Anger is transcendent, it's divine.

My anger is a part of my divinity, it wild and feral and feels so intrinsically animal, but it is inherently a part of my identity as a deity. Anger is a joy and a tool, it is 2 protect and 2 guard. I am an animal in a cage, a divine being trapped within my flesh, my anger nearly tearing my vessel apart. Anger makes me strong, it makes me divine.

[dearest-wildthing]

I wonder what you think about when you are alone.

[dearest-wildthing]

my deer cryptid kintype :3

[dearest-wildthing]

[dearest-wildthing]

i hope every alterhuman in the world knows that i love them forever. it's going to be okay, creature

[dearest-wildthing]

My adaptation of the God of Arepo short story, which was originally up at ShortBox Comics Fair for charity. You can get a copy of the DRM-free ebook here for free - and I'd encourage you to donate to Mighty Writers or The Ministry of Stories in exchange.

Again it's an honour to be drawing one of my favourite short stories ever. Thank you so much for the original authors for creating this story; and for everyone who bought a copy and donated to the above non-profits.

[dearest-wildthing]

oh poor thing. i can see it in your eyes; the weight of the day pressing down on you, the tension in your shoulders, the way your mind won’t stop spinning in circles. you've been trapped in that human shape for too long, haven’t you? struggling to fit into a world that demands too much from you? you don’t have to be human right now. not here. not with me.

you were never meant to walk on two legs. let me help you.

let your thoughts go. human words are so heavy, so complicated. you don’t need them. let your mind soften and blur at the edges. turn those thoughts into impulses; simple and pure. "hungry. tired. warm. safe." that’s all you need.

now, your body. can you feel it? the way your muscles loosen, the way your spine remembers a different posture? your fingers curl slightly, restless. do they ache to be a different shape? to feel the ground properly beneath them? your shoulders roll forward, your head bows just a little. you're doing so good. you're already sinking.

your senses are sharpening in the best way. human noises are fading and they're being replaced by the rustle of fabric, the sound of my voice, and the scent of the room you're in. your nose twitches without you meaning it to. colors might blur, but the smells are getting richer. you're catching traces of food, of warmth, and the natural scents of your pelt. your ears prick -- not literally, not yet, but *imagine* them flicking toward every sound, alert but not anxious. you're safe here. you don't have to be on guard.

your breathing slows. your eyelids are growing heavy. you don’t need to focus like a human does. feel the world narrow to the present, to the softness beneath you, and to the crisp air all around you. your limbs feel lighter, even as they grow more compact, more *right*. are you imagining fur brushing against fabric? the phantom twitch of a tail? let it be real. you’re already getting there.

no more human worries. no more thoughts. no more stiff, awkward posture. you curl naturally, tucking limbs close, resting your head down. your body knows what to do. you don’t have to think. you just exist, simple and happy.

that's it. let your human self dissolve for now. you don’t have to be anything but what you are: a creature of instinct filled to the brim with love. rest, and when you’re ready to come back, you’ll carry this feeling with you: the knowing that under your skin, in your heart, you’ve always been this:

you've always been an animal.

[dearest-wildthing]

Its finished, its done. You cant take loved away.

[dearest-wildthing]

oh mother cyn please keep them safe. I'm trying my best, but I don't want 2 intrude on their lives and I don't have the ability 2 bring the comfort I should be able 2. I worry so much about them, I know it's not my business, and they are not your children, but please, of you are able, keep them safe. Thank you my lady, I am ever grateful 4 what you have done 4 me.

[dearest-wildthing]

You are going to make it through this one way or another! You got this!

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