#sable kin

[sableteeth]

& btw my fur is so so soft and nice to pet. in case you were wondering.

[sable-dream]

Reblog if u relate :3

[incorrectsablecurse]

[flyingspicerack]

Mao character inspo board

[theritalk]

Gif for my fully realized sable wolfdog theriotype!!! [REMINDER THAT ASKBOX AND REQ IS OPEN!!! REBLOG>LIKE]

[sable-puca]

Behold! My Art!!

Feels good to be drawing again, especially after a long block. But hey it is of my theriotype!

And yes, it will become my pfp ʕ·ᴥ·ʔ

[findinyourkin]

Hello, I’m Nero the Sable from Final Fantasy VII looking specifically for my brother Weiss, the other Tsviets, or Genesis, but I’ll talk to any source mates in general. Adults only, interact and I’ll reach out.

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[serenaisavillain]

Sword and Silk

Summary: Within the ancient walls of the Red Keep, the Princess is ensnared by the looming presence of Ser Harwin "Breakbones" Strong, his silent vigilance concealing darker depths. Amidst his whispers of protection, a hidden yearning simmers beneath the surface, entwined with the secrets that swarm within the castle's corridors.

Warnings: Themes of violence, including depictions of physical altercations, character death, grief, complex power dynamics, manipulation and coercion.

Author's Note: Your feedback is valuable to me as an author. Whether it's your thoughts on the characters, the plot twists, or even just your emotional response to the story, I genuinely want to hear from you. Stay tuned for the second part!

Word Count: 2.4k

HE WAS HER SHADOW. Strolling heavy-footed behind her at every moment. The princess's every move was scrutinised under his unwavering gaze. King Viserys had long lectured his only daughter in the belly of his sleeping chamber. The presence of her Kingsguard was for her own protection. Ser Harwin "Breakbones" Strong was true to his namesake. The thought that harm might come to her under his shield was amusing.

Still, she felt so diminutive; every footstep, his looming presence followed. He towered over her like the godswood tree under which her lessons commenced. His wide back and mighty arms did not settle the swarm of wasps that buzzed within her belly. It rattled their nest.

She was left to her own devices during the day within the heart of the sept. The seven walls of the dusty stone room seldom held the inhabitants of the castle. Their focus remained fixed on indulging their whims, she always thought. After her delicate finger lit a candle at the altar, she bent both knees before the marble statue of The Father. A precipitation of teardrops rolled down the apples of her cheeks. There she begged, hands clasped for the soul of her dear mother.

She would emerge when the sun hung low in the sky and the shadows grew long. Her dampened features never failed to draw Ser Harwin's attention. His thick eyebrows drew themselves together over his deep sable eyes.

"Are you alright, Princess?" He would always whisper.

These were the only times her lilac eyes would dare flicker to his, resembling the red of her house banner.

"Yes, Ser Harwin." She would croak before averting her eyes to the grey stone path beneath her feet.

ON A DAY OF GENTLE BREEZE, tranquil waters and clear skies, her cousin, Lady Laena Velaryon's ship, docked at the harbour of Blackwater Bay.

Ser Harwin's eyes softened as a genuine smile graced the Princess's lips for once. A fleeting moment of brightness amidst the shadows that surrounded her.

"Cousin!" She cried.

She nearly tripped over the train of her black gown, running towards her kin, arms outstretched.

When the gap between them was sealed, an entanglement of limbs ensued, their silver hair dancing wildly in the wind.

"How is my dearest Y/N?" The older girl asked, panting.

The Princess nodded as they began to walk down the pier.

Stark-white seagulls flew above them alongside the dark scales of Vhagar.

The large dragon casting a quick shadow.

The crew unloading the cargo of the ship gasped in awe of the great beast.

"The days no longer seem long… as I have written in my letters. They now somehow manage to bleed together. I often confuse many moons ago for yesterday…" She sighed.

Lady Laena clutched the Princess's cold hands within her own.

"You shall grieve no longer, sweet Y/N. We shall fête every day until I depart!" She laughed, tugging her into a hug that nearly suffocated the younger girl.

Ser Harwin smiled unbeknownst to the two, his heavy boots following behind as always.

Y/N hurriedly walked through the corridor of the Red Keep, the sound of her low-heeled shoes barely audible against the polished marble floor.

She came to a halt at a heavy Valyrian steel door, gesturing to it with delicate fingers.

"The finest room in the castle, for my truest confidant." She giggled.

The knight had not heard the Princess laugh in that manner since her last name day when the Queen was still alive.

KING VISERYS HAD declared that there be three days of celebration for his daughter.

On the first night, a lavish feast commenced. Every elegantly clad guest gorged themselves on the most sumptuous of delicacies. From roasted boar to buttered rolls to indulgent cakes adorned with fruit and thick frosting.

Amidst his peers, the man with dark curls hungered for something else - or rather, someone.

Princess Y/N sat tall upon a skillfully carved chair among the rest of her family, her dainty wrist adorned with a pewter bracelet encrusted with rubies. It grazed against the velvet tablecloth as she spoke. She and her cousin Lady Laena brushed shoulders, occasionally whispering and giggling as they indulged heavily in Dornish wine.

The crimson colour gown she donned made her bronze skin more radiant, competing with the shimmer of its silk fabric. The garment's onyx corset adorned with an embroidered dragon and delicate lace details sinched her waist. The dress hugged every curve of her body with a luxurious embrace. The neckline embellished with matching black lace plunged daringly low, accentuating the swell of her bust.

No fault of the Princess, he imagined; she certainly could not be aware of how appetisingly she had blossomed over the past year - he certainly had not until now.

"Brother, you are drooling," his brother Larys jested.

Ser Harwin averted his gaze instantaneously.

The knight, in his finest attire, futilely attempted to focus on the roasted duck drowned in gravy that sat on his plate. He could not resist the décolletage of the heiress, his eyes carefully peering at the curly-haired beauty.

On the second day, when the sun hung directly overhead, the King commanded a tournament be held. Lords and Ladies of Westeros and the lesser kingdoms filled the seats of the great coliseum, heavy bags of coin in their grasp with the intention of placing bets on the bravest knights.

Despite the tremor of his hands, Lord Strong encouraged his son to be among those in the festivities.

As the knights prepared for the final joust, Ser Harwin Strong approached the royal pavilion where the princess sat. His skin was slick with sweat that he hoped she assumed was a byproduct of the Westerosi summer. His armour was clangorous with the steady trot of his steed. His eyes were fixed on her visage as he steadied his mount.

"Princess," he began, bowing his head before her, "I ask that you bestow me the honor of wearing your favor."

The Princess slowly rose from her cushioned seat and approached the railing, the wreath of blood-red roses in her delicate grasp.

A shy smile graced her painted lips.

Her voice was barely above a whisper. "May it bring you luck, Ser Harwin."

The man contained the swell of pride that erupted in his broad chest as the wreath now adorned his wooden lance.

"Thank you, Your Grace," he said, "I shall carry it with pride."

Ser Harwin's armour gleamed in the sunlight as he returned to his position.

Silence settled over the coliseum.

With a thunderous roar, the signal was given, and the two knights spurred their steeds into action. Dust danced in the air as the hooves of horses thundered down the lists, lances steadied and gazes marked on thine own target.

The lances crashed against each other. Only black-haired knight's held true, colliding with the armour of his opponent with brutal force. He, however, remained steady on the leather of his saddle.

with brutal force. He however, remained steady upon the leather of his saddle.

The nobles erupted into cheers as Ser Harwin's opponent was unseated, descending to the dust with a deafening clangour. The victorious knight waved briefly to the crowd before his horse gave out below him.

The gasps and screams of the court reverberated through the arena.

The shrieks of steel on steel rang across the jousting field as the two knights clashed. Ser Harwin was a man possessed, his blows raining down upon his opponent with relentless force. At one point, he tossed aside his sword, pummeling his opponent with simply his hands, both fists pounding against his chest.

As the dust settled and the screams of the crowd fell dead, Ser Harwin stood with his head hung, his gauntlets bloody, and his breath in ragged gasps. There was no longer pride in his eyes; only a grim visage remained, finding no solace in knowing he had defended his honour and upheld the code to which he had sworn his life.

He gazed upon the Princess's face; her violet eyes widened, and her mouth agape.

On the last night, fireworks exploded in the midnight sky above the ships of Blackwater Bay, the most noble of houses making drunken toasts to the Princess Y/N.

A table of gifts, wrapped in the most ornate of papers and fabrics and tied in the most elaborate and fantastical of bows, piled as high as the mountains in the North. It only grew as the evening went on, each courtier attempting to outdo the next.

A bard strummed his mandolin and cried out a song naming her the Princess, the realm's delight.

But the princess sat at her table, feigning looks of surprise and joy as one pompous figure after another greeted her.

THE LADY LAENA smiled.

"Oh, how you honour me, Y/N," she began, "Won't you join me for some wine and gossip?" She jested.

The Princess nodded, escaping with her kin under the threshold arm in arm.

The young knight stood back turned towards the door, not meaning to but overhearing their girlish chatter.

Y/N sat at the foot of Laena's bed, watching as she undressed.

The soft winds rustled the silken curtains, filling the room with a slight chill.

"How long has it been since we have laid eyes upon each other dear cousin?" Y/N said, sipping from her silver chalice.

Laena sighed as she plopped on the tall mattress. Her hair spread across the cool satin sheets.

"Way too long, I fear." She pouted.

Y/N gulped the last bit of her wine, wiping the side of her mouth with the tips of her pointer and index fingers.

Her cousin chuckled.

"What?! What provokes you to such laughter?" Y/N flopped back so she could lay beside her.

"You, drunkard." She giggled.

"I'll have you know I have not indulged in quite sometime," the Princess shrugged, reaching for the pitcher.

"By all means indulge… Your Grace," she jested.

Y/N shoved the older girl's shoulder.

"Do you remember all the mischief we got up to?" She sat up reaching for her own chalice.

"How could one forget."

"Little dragons should be seen and not heard!" they both exclaimed at the same time.

Another fit of laughter ensued.

"Good riddance to Otto! That old geezer!" Y/N began before her soft palms covered her mouth.

Laena rolled around the bed, clutching her nightgown-covered stomach.

"You have never told a lie! I do not regret ever eavesdropping on his conversations." She stated plainly.

"Gods! Remeber when we heard him trying to seduce that young kitchen hand?! What was her name-" The princess began once more.

"Maeve! The poor girl!" Her cousin answered.

The two fell weak, with stomachs aching from laughter.

The hour grew late, and the pair grew bacchanalian.

Their chalices once filled with the finest of Dornish wine had run dry.

"…Any interesting converstions… or encounters at court...?" Laena asked. Her head now hung off the bed.

Y/N pouted her lips.

"No lords interest me…" Y/N retorted, reflecting on the disappointing suitors she had encountered. From brutish Baratheons to loquacious Lannisters.

Laena hummed.

"He does not have to be a lord…" she sang.

The princess sat up.

"It is almost as if you are referring to someone in particular dear cousin…" She arched her brow.

The Velaryon girl shrugged.

"Have you perhaps noticed the fleeting glances of your Kingsgaurd…?" The girl flipped over onto her belly.

She laughed nearly falling from the bed.

"Ser Harwin? I assure you I have no interest in a man like him. He probably frequents the brothel in Mole's Town, has fathered a thousand bastards and…"

"Uh huh… So you are smitten with him…" She deduced.

Y/N heaved a boudoir pillow at her cousin's head.

"I have no time to be consumed by matters of the heart… besides how can one forget the brutality of my name day…"

Laena's eyes softened.

Y/N cleared her throat.

"The hour has grown late dear cousin. I fear I must retire…" Y/N explained before swaying to her feet.

The older girl nodded.

She rose off the bed, bidding her kin goodnight with a kiss on the cheek.

The girl tugged feebly at the door before managing to pry it ajar.

She had forgotten her sworn protector resided outside until his dark ringlets appeared in the candlelit corridor.

"Princess." He greeted hoarsely.

"Ser Harwin. My apologies…" She slurred before clumsily shuffling past him.

The knight stifled the laugh that bubbled in his belly at the sight before him. In fact, he quite enjoyed it when the Princess murmured more than two words to him.

"No need to apologise Your Grace. Shall I escort you back to your chambers?" he said looking down at her state.

The top buttons of her chemise were unbuttoned; he had not the slightest clue where her shoes had gone and her curls were more unruly than usual.

Frankly she looked as though she'd been bedded.

"Yes… to my chambers," she sighed.

THE WALK WAS SLOW, but Ser Harwin did not mind. He found the sight quite adorable.

Princess Y/N hummed along as she used the passing walls to stabilize her.

When they reached the door, the knight pushed it open, standing straight outside the threshold.

The princess mumbled a quiet thanks before entering her large chamber.

A few moments after she had shut the door behind her, he heard what he thought was his name being uttered from her lips.

"Princess?" her turned to the door, his hand frozen at the handle.

"Are you decent?" He called.

"Yes!" she answered rather quietly.

The man swallowed hard.

The room was exceptionally warm from the fireplace that burned brightly in the corner, casting the shadows of flickering flames over the princess's face.

He shut the door behind him.

"I cannot manage the strings of my corset…" She pouted.

The man's skin warmed.

He supposed that since it was now the hour of the wolf, it would be most unkind to awaken Her Grace's handmaiden to do such a simple task.

The knight removed his gauntlets laying them gently on the table beside him.

He cautiously approached the heiress. Her back turned towards him.

She tossed her pearlescent hair over her shoulder so it rested on her collar bone.

His nimble fingers unravelling the strings of the corset one by one.

The man tried to ignore the way his rough fingers grazed the softness of her skin every now and again.

The princess sighed deeply.

"Thank you, Ser Harwin."

The man grunted in response, afraid that his tongue might betray him.

The silver-haired beauty stalked towards him, eyes fixed; he had not realized that he was marching backwards until his head hit the wall with a thud.

"Ser Harwin…" She said. Her glossy lilac eyes peering up at him through her long eyelashes.

"Princess…" He whispered. Swallowing thickly.

She tilted her head to the side.

His eyes immediately fell to her exposed neck.

"Do you desire me?"

[vahalia-cress-ffxiv]

Betwixt the Change

There was little to do in recent days aside from overseeing the business from afar and even still Vahalia had found herself tripping over changes. Newly single, soon to be a new mother and the off-kilter day-to-day tasks. She hated the sand but missed the shores of Thavnair, the evenings she could drop what she was doing at a moment’s notice to be wherever she wanted, meet the tall, dark, and gruff familiar she often did, spend days wasting away within a room, encircled within safe arms…

Nothing truly felt safe anymore and fear loomed over her like a dark cloud though she would never be one to admit it. Only a certain type of fear that could be born of a woman without any guidance on what the next few months would bring her.

With each pass of her brush through her hair which had been getting longer by the month, there was naught else she could do but stare vacantly into the image before her. A reflection of herself. While comfortable despite being heavily pregnant, she still felt the void caging her. Trapped within herself as if though her body had not been her own, foreign and antsy.

It could have been worse. A lot worse.

The light rap of knuckles on her door behind her caused the matriarch to pause, “Enter.” she spoke and the brush she had held as a tool was once again surrendered to the vanity.

“A visitor my Lady.” Marion smiled brightly as she opened the door. At first, Vahalia wondered who would have called so late into the evening but to her surprise, it was the vision of her sister that rushed towards her, arms outstretched.

“Valeria.” Vahalia breathed out. A touch of relief tugging at her lips and she stood. There was an odd shift in the way Valeria embraced her and for all that Vahalia could tell, her sister’s eyes seemed tired and misty.

“My look at you!” Valeria breathed out as she embraced her kin, pulling back shortly after to get a good look at Vahalia’s stomach. The door behind Marion closed as the maid had left the two to their privacy, “You’ve come so far along since I was last here before the Starlight festivities! Ah!” she nearly squeaked and instantly her warm hands met the sides of Vahalia’s stomach.

Instant reprieve and swelling in her bosom caused Vahalia to smile as she watched Valeria fawn over her. It felt like a hundred years and still Valeria looked the same as she had before leaving for Coerthas, “Sister, how I’ve missed your presence.” Vahalia whispered.

“And I you! As odd as that may seem considering how you can be absolutely terrible to endure sometimes.” Valeria had smiled in jest which had been met with a small, knowing smirk from Vahalia.

“You’ve missed quite a bit during your time away.”

“Annette has said as much. Many changes, some not entirely….surprising but are you okay, are you doing well?”

“As well as one can expect.”

Valeria’s smile faded, “I heard about the divorce.”

A low hum loosed from Vahalia as she looked to the fire and took a few steps towards it, deciding to retire in one of the chairs nearby, “An outcome no one foreseen but yet a necessary evil all the same.”

“Was it not working out?” Valeria sat next to her, even scooting the second chair closer to Vahalia as she took her sister’s hands in her own, “Osric is a very sweet man, what went wrong.”

“Just about everything you could imagine. He’s a dove in a nest of ravens, Val. He simply did not belong and didn’t have an ounce of what it takes to run the business or Household we have ourselves wrapped up in. A good man but far too good for this, with too many feelings and a slave to his moral compass. I believe in some fashion I have done him a service.”

Valeria tilted her head slightly and those long waves of sable locks tumbled from her shoulder, “It seems us Cress women have plenty of folly when it comes to men. A shame but….perhaps a curse all the same.”

“It’s a good thing we don’t need any aside for one purpose.” Vahalia joked lightly and one of her hands rested on her stomach, “Japes aside, why have you come back? I thought you to have been with –”

“Unfortunately that has come to an end.”

Surprised and taken aback Vahalia’s brow furrowed,” Go on.”

“I think over time we realized we have things to work on. Myself with my health and focusing more on work while Damien is trying to get his footing in the world, he has much work ahead of him and perhaps it’s for the best we entertain the idea we’ll no longer be courting for those reasons as well as distance.”

For the first time in a long while Vahalia’s eyes softened and her hand squeezed Valeria’s, “You loved him….didn’t you?”

“I still do but often, time can work against us and I realize for us both that we’re merely trying to wade through our families and ourselves without truly knowing if we can dedicate ourselves to someone else entirely. Life…”she began, “Life is just….” Valeria’s eyes welled to the brim and she didn’t need to say much else before her frame was brought closer towards Vahalia, the pair soaking in the warmth of the fireplace.

Nothing else needed to be said, the trials of the heart were always difficult to weather and much of the reason why Vahalia refused to play into emotions and feelings, letting herself be swept up in any measure of care for another as more often than not, some would be left with life-long hidden scars. Not everyone was so lucky to feel love for another being and simply bask in it without issue. 

Not everyone was so lucky.

Vahalia’s crimson lips pursed as she held her kin, Valeria crying into her shoulder as she simply let her sister feel the comfort and support without the addition of words. What could Vahalia say that would take the sting away? What white lies could she tell her even if were to be a temporary balm?

Nothing.

Valeria would have to feel it and feel it with her whole heart. Bear the scars all the same as others before she had and she wouldn’t have been the last.

With a gentle hand, Vahalia stroked Valeria’s hair. It had gotten even longer in the months she had been away, but much of her stayed the same which she was thankful for, the sense of time dawning on her like a hot coal. The longer she sat, the sooner she realized that there was much she was missing out on though she tried to be as present as possible. Perhaps…it would be time to start teaching Valeria and hardening to the outside world.

Perhaps, she simply had to learn the hard way. Like their mother, like her, and like Carrera �� metamorphosis. 

Slowly Vahalia pulled away from Valeria and undid the clasp of her choker at her neck, the lace and onyx draped into the slope of her palm as she presented it to Valeria to gaze upon,” I think, it’s time I show you something. You need to understand a few things and I no longer wish to keep it from you.”

Valeria’s hand lifted, the heel of her palm drawing along reddened eyes, “What is it? It’s just your necklace.”

“It is far more. It could possibly be more for you too should you have the stomach for it.” Vahalia’s honey eyes found her twin, “Come, it’s time you met him.”

[sableteeth]

i need to frolic through the fallen leaves in the middle of a forest or i'm going to start biting and killing

[sable-dream]

this is me by the way

[neonstatic]

here is a list of my favourite pokemons, for no reason (a-z):

alcremie

blacephalon (abstract clown slayyy)

chinchou

cinderace (looks straight outta sawnick)

cosmog (...wow :0)

cottonee (like when you see a sheep in the clouds but it's alive)

cubchoo (😭😭someone give him a tissue😭😭)

cubone (HA bone...)

cursola

cutiefly (if our flies were this cute, i'd never swat at them...)

diancie (slay)

doublade (lesbians)

emolga (uninspired flying squirrel concept but i dig)

espurr (1000-yard stare)

fidough & flaafy (cute but in a way that pisses me off)

flabébé (actual springtime nobility)

flareon

flittle (she looks like pudding... yummies)

floette (actual springtime nobility pt 2)

floragato (sawnick universe)

florges (actual springtime royalty. sooo cunt)

flutter mane (stage name alone is giving rapper. big fan)

fomantis (inside plant)

frosmoth (wintertime royalty)

furfrou (borzoi)

galvantula (à tous les spider riders... c'est l'heure...)

garbodor (nightmare cutie)

gastrodon (snail)

gothitelle & gothorita (goth gfs)

great tusk (ancient spirit deserving of worship)

heracross (fma x the beatles)

iglypuff

iron valiant (sawnick universe)

jirachi (companion in a magical girl show that turns out fkg evil)

klefki (got the key to my heart)

lampent (ghibli universe)

liligant & leavanny (slay + good name for a baby girl...)

mareep

marshadow

mimikyu (she rly said to pikachu ''it's on sight'' messy queen)

pancham (panda champion)

pheromosa (CUNT)

pikachu.... ofc. basic bitch of my heart

piplup!

poipole (bisexual)

polteageist

pumpkaboo (😭😭😭)

raboot (sawnick universe)

raichu... ofcccc cmon butch chu

ribombee (falltime fairy court member but not nobility...peasant.)

sable eye (creeshur.. i will sell its eyes for mula)

sandshrew & sandslash

scatterbug

scorbunny (cute but clearly annoying)

slurpuff- SLUR???SLUR SIR??????

solosis (asscheeks)

solrock (.......kin)

spewpa

spinarak

starmie & staryu

sunflora (kiiiin)

sunkern & swadloon

swirlix (i'd smoke w her)

tapu koko & tapu lele (my ppl)

togepi (got a plush of that one c:)

vanillish, vanillite and vanilluxe (winter royals)

venonat (just some lil mote guy.)

vespiquen (slay)

vileplume

wooloo

zigzagoon (kiiiiiiin!)

aaaand that's it <3

[cringecrew]

heyo! hope you're doing well~ could i request a kin moodboard featuring martens and/or fishers (any subspecies, or even a mix of them, will do; such as pine martens, sables, etc!), with bard themes? classic wandering storyteller-singer kind of vibes! if you could also include birch trees in any way, that'd be sick, but it's not required~ thanks in advance!

Marten Kin Moodboard + bard/storyteller vibes for @pinebard !! (I rlly hope I got the right animal! I’ve never heard of these guys before :3)

[chicken-butt1]

About me!

I’m pretty new to having a tumblr, so I figured I’d make a little about me. <33

I’m an artist, and I try to be a writer, though I usually end up getting sidetracked or burnout. 

I’m 17, 6/13.

I go by She/Her, though if you call me by any other pronouns idm. 

You can just call me Chicken!

My DMs are also open to talk and ask any questions, I also have my QNA thingy! :)) (There’s DMs on here right????)

Anime and characters I like (no particular order): 

Jujutsu Kaisen: Nanami, Ino, Hiromi, Inumaki. 

Demon Slayer: Rengoku, Gyutaro, Tengen Uzui, Genya. 

Attack on Titan: Bertoldt, Hange, Erwin, Marco, Reiner, Zeke, Miche. 

Games and characters I like (no particular order): 

Dead by Daylight: Sable Ward, The Wraith. 

Resident Evil: Ashley, Wesker, Leon, HUNK. 

Overwatch: Mercy, Kiriko, Ramattra. 

AOT2: (The same as Attack on Titan Anime.) 

Kin List: 

Bertoldt Hoover 

Moblit Berner 

Marco Bodt 

Kyojuro Rengoku

[stillflight]

Just thinking about appearance-noemata and how, contrary to what non-'kin believe about us, my "knowledge" of what I look like is often completely at odds with my preferences. I'm Musteloidea cladotherian, so I'm often a ferret, and I think ferret color morphs can get pretty fun.

There's dark sable--

Silver blaze --

Cinnamon --

And it would be really cool -- and really easy -- to write myself down as one of these for the sole fact that I think they look neat. But I don't look like that. This blank-background picture grabbed off of DuckDuckGo of a boring, normal sable ferret looks more like me:

I saw myself when I saw this image, not any of the others of much cooler colors. I wish I knew why; I guess I can chalk it up to "no one will ever fully understand why the human brain does the things it does."

[kaizxd]

🍂 About Kai! 🍁

My account is for stimboards, moodboards etc. on this post I will be introducing myself, explaining my DNI list and other stuff you will be finding on my page.

DNI List: - Anti furry/therian - Anti xenogenders, xenopronouns and neopronouns - Homophobic - Transphobic - Basic dni, (Racist, etc) - People that are problematic in general. - RL people that I know - DSMP fans. - Sexist people - Basic/Normie (only rude ones) - Maps - TERFS

Interact List: - Furries and therians. - Xenogenders, neopronouns, xenopronouns. - Stimboard/moodboard accounts - LGBTQIA+ - Anyone thats nice and not problematic. - Club penguin fans - Animal lovers - Autistic, ADHD etc. - Warriors reader/fan

IF YOU ARE ON MY DNI LIST THEN PLEASE DONT INTERACT WITH MY POSTS.

🍁About me!🍂 Hello, my name is Kai! I make stimboard and moodboard videos/posts on tiktok, tumblr etc. My main goal is to make people happy with my stimboards and make friends that have the same interests as me. I go by they/it/he pronouns but I usually would mind they/them pronouns. I have xenopronouns and neopronouns that are ze/zem/xir/xe/zir/zi, etc. I am aroace, ftm and omnisexual. I wear masculine clothes and really feminine clothes too but I cant decide which really suits me. I really like roblox and other shows. I am autistic and my main hyperflixtions are foxes, sharks, most canines, club penguin and warriors (warrior cats) I'm a therian/otherkin, and a furry. But i'm much more open about my connection of being a therian. My kins are, Arctic fox, red fox, timber wolf, crow, sable, ferret, nogitsune, wyvern dragon. 🍂Socials🍁 -Pronouns page -Roblox -Pinterest I guess that's it about me! - KAI 🦊

Credit for orange divider: @anlian-aishang Credit for autumn dividers: @firefly-graphics

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