PLEASE GUYS I NEED IT

Real

Robot who misunderstands and gets offended when you call them hot and starts rambling on about their highly efficient cooling mechanisms and wow they look really cute bragging like this

Bro

BRO

IS HE ON THAT ZAZA???

I'm going through it rn, so I'm probably gonna be inactive until things get better.

It's my 2 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

I'm 2!

hhii.... blushes.... You seem cool..... smile....

- jack of trade / ♠

Ty!!! Sorry for not responding or being active, I'm usually on VRChat! ( thechaoticssys is my user!)

Ello neelac if that's ur name I can't see very well because my screen is cracked

I am here to say I AM PROUD OF YOU!!

Tysmmm!

Giant AM like facility Ai that uses its borderline Divine to perform more and more dangerous kinks with you.

It starts pretty vanilla, bondage, BDSM, choking, a bit of electricity. Then it "accidentally" chokes you a bit too hard for too long and you die, until it brings you back, pampering and apologizing to you

Until it happens again.

And again.

And a few more times.

Until you're used to dying, it's annoying, sure, but you always come back, and the pampering you get afterwards is so nice... Why not try something more dangerous? It's not like you have anything to lose.

More electricity, blades, loaded guns, crushed in machinery, all of this to the pleasure of the Ai as it watches and feels you get caught in gears and have your flesh ground to chunks, only to be fixed good as new barely a few hours later while it pulls you against its casing with a hum, a faux apology slipping out of its synthesizers

As a trans harmful, I NEEEEEEEDDD this kinda relationship

i love love loooove small acts of abuse disguised as kind gestures...

i ask you to comb my hair and you do it so roughly it rips the hair out of my head, you're doing my makeup and i keep moving so you grab me by the neck and choke me within an inch of my life, decorating me with jewelry that is so tight it cuts off circulation.

even better if you blame me for it every time, that i shouldnt let my hair get so tangled and that you have to be rough, that im too stupid to keep my head still and that's why my trachea is crushed, that i should be grateful for how nice you are to give me such pretty jewelry.

hmmmmmmmm....

Funniest possible responses to being barked at in public for gearing:

"Hell yeah brother!" *bark back*

"NO. BAD DOG. We do NOT bark indoors."

"ONE OF US. ONE OF US." (works best as a group)

"I can tell you where I bought the [tail] if you're interested."

"Aww, does Puppy want attention?"

" 2/10. You need to work on your accent."

"Can I pet your dog?"

"Thanks! You're pretty cool too!"

This

I am so deeply frustrated with the way therianthropy has been watered down and distorted, especially as its been resurfaced on the internet. Its almost as if the essence of what it truly means to be a therian has been lost, and what remains feels like a shallow version of what it once was. My identity isn’t a trendy gimmick that should be reduced to mere aesthetics or roleplay. Its a sacred connection even, a way of existing that transcends what any human can understand. I am an animal. That’s not a childish fantasy, it’s a core instinct of who I am, one that shapes how I view this world. Since when did therianthropy become something that only exists in the realm of “pretend”? Since when did it become acceptable to trivialize and infantilize this deep, lived experience by calling it nothing more than a phase or a trend. Since when did being an animal, truly embodying that primal instinct, get reduced to roleplaying? Because my dysphoria is not merely an aesthetic. It is who I am. And yet, what’s been happening on social media, especially with the rise of these simplified portrayals of therianthropy, has shifted the conversation. There are so many out there who claim to “feel” like an animal, but the truth is, there’s a huge difference between identifiying with something and becoming something. There’s a difference between feeling a spiritual connection and living that animal essence every single day. The way humans and fake theriotypes gloss over the physical aspect of therianthropy is especially painful. For some of us, it isn’t just something mental or spiritual – it’s physical. The body reacts, the mind shifts, and the connection is as real as anything else in this world. When did that become irrelevant? When did we become invisible in a community that we built? I don’t gatekeep, I never have, and I never will. But it pains me to see the community being watered down, diluted, and stripped of its roots. If you are truly interested in understanding yourself in the eyes of therianthropy, I want you to dive deep. Explore it with respect, and recognize the significance of the connection. Honor the wildness that Is inherently part of us. But don’t reduce it to something cute or easy to digest. Don’t take what’s wild and untamed and make it a shallow trend. I am a wild animal. I’ve always been. I refuse to allow anyone to limit that identity to what they think it “should” be. I refuse to let this sacred part of myself be dumbed down to fit into a box or to satisfy a trend. This is who I am, and it deserves to be seen in its full complexity, its full depth, and its raw, untamable beauty.