Dnd Character Doodles Of My Ghost Reborn Casper P. Geist. He's A Stupid Rogue That Acts Like A Bard,

I had a bad biting problem when I was younger. That and clawing at people. It wasn't that I didn't know it hurt. I assumed as much. I felt bad after I did it. But people were always touching me.

I hated it. I've always been pretty soft-spoken around people unless I know them well. Teachers have always joked that they can't hear me. Sometimes, I talk very little during the day, and my voice sounds clogged and scratchy by the end of it from not being used. I've always been short. When I was younger, I was kinda scrawny. My claws and teeth often felt like my only defense when people would come near me.

I was always so jumpy, and I had my reasons, but it often led to me panicking and hurting people when I really didn't mean to. They just happened to move a little too quickly when they were a little too close to me. I felt bad about it afterward. I'd feel the urge to whine and lick at my friends' wounds in apology. I couldn't do that, of course, and no injury was too severe, but it still hurt.

I eventually got used to not using my claws and keeping them tucked, especially after I got out of the hostile environment I was in as a kid. However, the urge never really went away. I still panic sometimes when my friends get close to me or move past me too quickly. I do my best not to make any move that could hurt them. They understand a lot of the time, or I hope that they do. They're always quick to tell me it's okay. I still feel bad sometimes, though, when we're play fighting, and suddenly I start snapping my teeth. It doesn't feel very fair to them.

I think I'm better than I used to be. Now I at least keep my claws cut, and when we play, I try to keep my bites from catching any skin, and if they do, I try my best to keep them soft. I try to warn them in the ways I can when I'm not feeling safe, though at times it's difficult as I tend to go very quiet when I'm very upset and can only communicate through body language. I really hope they know that I never intentionally swipe at them in a way that isn't playful or that when I bear my teeth, I'm only trying to ask them to back away.

Thinking about how I got to meet my internet best friend irl this summer. They came from across the sea and we went to the beach, this stupid restaurant, and I got to show them my childhood bedroom. For four years, we waited to meet eachother. That's a lot of time to think of what it would feel like to say hello for the first time.

I got to watch their eyes get wide and how they shuffle around a room in real time. I got to hug them and laugh at their goofy stance. I tackle hugged them in a grocery store parking lot after almost throwing up the entire ride to pick them up.

For four years, I accumulated little trinkets that I shoved into the corner of my room dedicated to a future care package. I got to hand them my gifts directly out of my own arms. I watched them laugh in shock at the ridiculously long friendship bracelet I made them two years ago, and I got to hold the silly Blues Clues PEZ they got me close to my chest. It's my favorite in my whole collection.

I keep the Polaroid we took on the beach in my phone case, wear my matching bracelet, and I think about the fact that they're real and very, very kind all the time. Sometimes the internet is a good place.

I need 2020 super saturated colors to make a comeback. My phones photo album was so alive back then. It still is pretty lively now, but I scroll through old photos, and it's like an explosion of color.

Or maybe I just need to pull another: live to make my photo gallery more nice to look at. I have been doing things. I just always forget to take pictures, which can make me forget that I haven't just been staring at schoolwork all month.

Me and my brother hittin that pose in my attempt at the Jamie Hewlett style because I'm so fuckin insane about the silly goofy band.

Babeee, babe wake upppp. It's cold outside we gotta go stand ominously in a foggy morning field babeeee

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I am big scary wolf

i'm gonna tear off your arms and eat your organs and-

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hold on

yes

pet me

petpetpetpet

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Rays! I love rays. They're so beautiful. One of my favorites is the cownose ray. I mean, just look at how silly they are. They're very shy and can migrate in schools as many as 10,000 rays!

And then there's giant oceanic manta rays, which can have wingspans up to 29 feet!!!

That's insane!!!!

Any other therian have animals they love but don’t kin? I absolutely adore opossums! I think they’re just the most beautiful adorable creatures. I’m just not one, and that’s quite sad :(

Looking at Russel Hobbs with the biggest softest eyes. My favorite animated and occasionally possessed drummer. They could never make me hate you.

I really like this insight. I think the difference between the ways words sound and what they actually mean gets muddled a lot. I think it's especially interesting when I acknowledge how my nonhumanity in a way granted me my personhood.

I'm not human, I wasn't treated as human for a very long time by my peers, even before I began referring to myself as nonhuman. I felt like I was stripped of my identity, my thoughts, my personhood. Exploring my nonhumanity allowed me to reclaim all of that. It granted me my security and a wonderful community that accepts me. My mind, or personhood, though I do usually just refer to it as my conscious thoughts, is my own again because I embraced my nonhuman identity.

I have a question for other Alterhumans/nonhumans. Do you consider yourself a person? I saw a post saying they think of animals as people and It made me curious.

The fact I can't eat hot food the second it comes out of the oven/microwave is ridiculous >:

Food tastes best fresh. Let me eat. I DONT CARE IF ITS TOO HOT LEMME EAT IT