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If you think it isn’t okay to reblog I’m going to bite you and turn you into a fox like yes. Reblog. I’m happy to make fellow alterhumans happy. Please write stuff like that too. I’d love it. You’re an amazing little creature.

It’s raining.

It’s raining and I can feel the tiny spots of water gathering on my fur, weighting it down.

The canopy protects me from the worst of the rain, but I still receive a few drops on my muzzle.

I call my kits out of the den. It hasn’t rained in moons, and the freshness the weather brings is entirely welcome to us whose fur doesn’t forgive during hot-and-dry moons.

The forest is finally breathing again, the leaves and grass long dried by the sun finally softening. They no longer crisp under my every step.

My ears perk up, taking in the surrounding noises.

I was not the only one who thought about going out to take in the colder weather, to find some puddles of rainwater. All around us, I can hear the tap tap sound of tiny paws on the forest floor.

It has been long since I have last heard that sound during the day. During hot-and-dry moons, we can only hunt at night. The heat is unbearable when the sun is up, and no prey is senseless enough to come out then, either.

If I weren’t enjoying that respite in our hot routine, I might be tempted to try and catch some preys for my kits and I.

But the rain feels so good on my fur, and it has been so long since I have been able to relax like this, so I prefer to enjoy it while it lasts.

Next to me, my kits imitate me, closing their eyes and raising their heads to the sky to feel the water on their muzzles. One even tried to catch a few drops in their mouth, and it makes me yelp in amusement as my tail softly twitches where it rests on the damp ground.

It is in those moments that I do not regret staying to live in the forest I was born in, instead of following the steps of my litter mates.

I am where I am supposed to be.

I’m happy.

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It’s raining.

It’s raining and I can feel the tiny spots of water gathering on my fur, weighting it down.

The canopy protects me from the worst of the rain, but I still receive a few drops on my muzzle.

I call my kits out of the den. It hasn���t rained in moons, and the freshness the weather brings is entirely welcome to us whose fur doesn’t forgive during hot-and-dry moons.

The forest is finally breathing again, the leaves and grass long dried by the sun finally softening. They no longer crisp under my every step.

My ears perk up, taking in the surrounding noises.

I was not the only one who thought about going out to take in the colder weather, to find some puddles of rainwater. All around us, I can hear the tap tap sound of tiny paws on the forest floor.

It has been long since I have last heard that sound during the day. During hot-and-dry moons, we can only hunt at night. The heat is unbearable when the sun is up, and no prey is senseless enough to come out then, either.

If I weren’t enjoying that respite in our hot routine, I might be tempted to try and catch some preys for my kits and I.

But the rain feels so good on my fur, and it has been so long since I have been able to relax like this, so I prefer to enjoy it while it lasts.

Next to me, my kits imitate me, closing their eyes and raising their heads to the sky to feel the water on their muzzles. One even tried to catch a few drops in their mouth, and it makes me yelp in amusement as my tail softly twitches where it rests on the damp ground.

It is in those moments that I do not regret staying to live in the forest I was born in, instead of following the steps of my litter mates.

I am where I am supposed to be.

I’m happy.

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I can not believe that I’ve been struggling to fall asleep for weeks now because I felt really unsettled and it took me daydreaming about building a nest in my friend’s living room to realize that that was what I craved.

And the moment I built a makeshift nest, perfumed it with a safe scent and organized a few of my plushies as if they were my kits, I finally felt serene and fell asleep in like…5 minutes.

I keep forgetting to listen to my instincts, but when I do my life suddenly gets much easier.

Who would have thought that one source of my anxiety would be to not have a nest and kits in the période of the year foxes have their kits.

It would also explain why I’ve recently started to feel protective of my friends and feel the deep need to take care of them, provide for them and make sure they are well fed, well rested and taken care of. Like sure I usually do want what’s best for my loved ones, but I usually don’t feel as much instinctively driven to do it all myself, watch over them as they sleep and cook for them. I’ve even surprised myself calling them my babies in my mind.

Well…that’s always interesting to find out ? But yeah I should definitely listen to my instincts more instead of trying to repress my nature.

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My cat keeps looking out the window, then at me, then back outside with an accusatory look, as if it is my fault if it’s raining, like girl no I don’t control the weather, stop looking at me like that you’re scaring me

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Well...it was like a sandwich ?

I knew from when I was a little child that I had that animalistic part about myself. I always identified more as animals, would only roleplay as a nonhuman with my friend (ranging from cat and horse to elf or dragon), I used to get pretty intense shifts already back then, and I hated to be perceived as a human. There are a ton more to it but this isn't a checklist, I won't give every details. Overall, all the signs were here ; and that made me "the crazy one" at school (even though I didn't realize it until far later because it all felt normal to me).

I discovered the community only a few years ago through social medias (never really cared about online stuff before that), and it was...very confusing. I found out about the alterhuman community through the haters, so I had a pretty biased introduction to that world. However I quickly became obsessed with it, reading words that resonated with feelings I had been repressing for years by then. I finally came up to term with my own nonhuman identity, even if I didn't dare to actively engage with the community until much later, and that was probably as freeing as figuring out I'm trans !

Did you find out about the community before or after you realized you were nonhuman? I’m curious!

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I'm abinary in the way an animal inherently is. You can call a lioness a she, a lion a he, a they, an it, a whatever, but the lion/ess doesn't particularly care. They have no real concept of gender. It doesn't care the pronouns you call it, and that's how I am. Bi/pangender, genderfluid, whatever, but ultimately just completely abinary.

-Zuri (any pronouns)

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trying not to infodump about my alterhumanity on my friends got me looking like:

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things you DO NOT need to be a man

a dick

he/him pronouns

XY chromosomes

things you DO need to be a man

the swiftness of a coursing river

the force of a great typhoon

the strength of a raging fire

the mysteriousness of the dark side of the moon

^this post was brought to you by LGBT^

Let's

Get down to

Business

To defeat the huns

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Sometimes, when I'm talking about one of my kintypes in particular, I get that itch at the back of my mind that something isn't complete.

I think it is because all of my identities are inherently intertwined. You need to know about all of them to even understand one of them. How could I talk about being a fox when I have the weight of wings on my back ? How could I try to explain my disembodied water life when I can still hear the songs of my sisters swimming by my side ?

I have wings, horns, fire in my chest.

I have a fur, short paws, a fluffy tail.

I have fins, a blowhole, a pod.

I am made of water, without a body nor thoughts.

I am all those things at once, and they all make me who I am. No one really knows me as long as they haven't seen those parts of me, as long as they haven't tried to understand how I may feel being all those creatures on top of this bipedal life.

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A Fox’s Guide to Identifying the Inhuman

Perhaps you are newly awoken, and looking for the more subtle tells that someone is alterhuman. Worry not, for this fox right here has constructed a list of tells for you!

1.) Paw shoes.

You’ll notice many alterhumans wear convers, often with 2-3 sharpie lines on them to mimic paws. It’s subtle, but definitely works. Alternatively, if you own a pair, see if anyone is looking at the shoes specifically.

2.) The walk.

Those of you who phantom shift tails or wings instantly know what I’m talking about. You walk differently when you’re phantom shifting, using your tail and wings for balance more than your human limbs.

3.) Accessories.

A lot of alterhumans are involved in ‘vulture culture.’ If you see someone with bone trinkets, lots of fur trinkets, or any other collection of animal stuff on thier person, it’s a solid bet that they’re not fully human.

4.) The obvious.

Masks. Tails. You knew this was going to be on here. But I do want to add that just because someone participates in quadrobics or makes a mask does not make them Alterhuman- hence this guide.

I hope this proves helpful, my kits!

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Every time people ask me what my favorite color is, I struggle to answer. Not because there is not color I prefer, but because I can not describe it.

I say "light turquoise", but what I mean is "pure colors".

I say "purple" while talking about light itself.

I name a pretty color, but what I really want to say is...try seeing that color, and take away all the impurities. Take away the grey, the sadness, the way it appears under the sun. What is left is my favorite color.

Does it even exist ? I believe it does, because deep down I can feel its warmth. But I have never seen the color of purity, and doubt I'll ever get to see it in this universe.

It does not sadden me though, I know I have already seen it in another life, and I will maybe get to see it again in the next.

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Guys should i start playing Genshin? I just wanma know more about Scaramouche (dont judge)

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Just watched a recent therian TikTok compilation, and while it was still 100% quads and gear, it’s so so sooo much better than the representation we got only a couple years ago. I can tell the greater therian community is embracing the fact that we actually *identify as* animals, and even acknowledging the concept of physical therians without dismissing it as “mental illness” or “faking”

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I just would like to specify that the line about "like a proud dad with his 5yo son" isn't about infantilization. I know that a lot of you are adults and I absolutely didn't mean it to pass off as if I saw it as a childish game or something like that at all 😭

I haven't seen anyone say anything about this but just in case I wanted to specify that I did not mean it like that

You know what otherkins I really fucking love ? Angelkins. I love them so much you have no idea. I literally don't know why cause I am not an angelkin nor anything similar/related but those guys ? Yeah I fw them heavily. You go angels. Get those wings, eyes or whatever y'all have out, I'm rooting for you from the side like a proud dad with his 5yo son. You got it. I'm proud of all of you for assuming your identity and you're valid af.

Anyway that's it I'm done being insane on main for today !

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gonna be real on main for a sec

I fucking HATE AI. Viscerally.

Seriously it used to not be that bad but the last year or two? Infuriating. I GET ACCUSED OF BEING AI ALL THE TIME.

My papers for university get flagged as AI generated and automatically graded as a zero. My online posts on other websites get comments saying stuff like “this is ai generated” or “you forgot an em dash”. Like IM SORRY I CAN WRITE AT MY AGE LEVEL WHEN I CHOOSE TO. SORRY I KNOW HOW TO USE AN EM DASH. MY BAD. LEMME JUST HAVE EVERY SENTENCE BE A RUN ON. LEMME NOT CAPITALIZE ANYTHING.

I had to go to my criminal law professor and show him my printed, highlighted, annotated references for my paper. I had to turn track changes on in Word just to prove I wrote my own papers. Online I get accused of being AI for no other reason than commenting on a post with proper grammar and spelling. I WILL THROW MYSELF OFF A CLIFF ISTG.

My Instagram account that I regularly post and comment on has been flagged as a bot and temp banned. TWICE.

WHY DON’T I PASS THE TURING TEST???!!!!

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You know what otherkins I really fucking love ? Angelkins. I love them so much you have no idea. I literally don't know why cause I am not an angelkin nor anything similar/related but those guys ? Yeah I fw them heavily. You go angels. Get those wings, eyes or whatever y'all have out, I'm rooting for you from the side like a proud dad with his 5yo son. You got it. I'm proud of all of you for assuming your identity and you're valid af.

Anyway that's it I'm done being insane on main for today !