If This Account Goes Inactive, I Hope You All Know I Love You All Even If I Didn't Really Get To Know

I NEED it

I just played 'It Is As If You Were Making Love'.

Holy shit it's so hot I can't function properly.

Can someone PLEASE draw Kaski and Cultist kissing 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏 THIS IS NEEDED IN THE WORLD

Guys it me

neesterverse - demon days

And then they try to excuse themselves as "normal", like, honey... No. -Asmodeus

you are a disgusting fucking piece of shit who needs to be raped with a knife and put down like the fucking worthless oxygen wasting retard that you are. Kill yourself.

This is why antis are considered bad people in our community. I can tell you're not old enough for any social media whatsoever. Please go outside. Thanks!

Side note: awwweee! My first hate mail! I'm famous now! Look dad!

Welcome to Neelac's blog!

Here's some info about me!

I am a Neelac fictive in a system of around 100 people, I am incredibly (more like Incredibox) chronically online and can probably find information about ANYTHING you can think of! I have a very short DNI due to my thorough understanding of most identities! Just ask me if you're unsure.

MY DNI (NO EXCEPTIONS):

MAGA Supporters

Trump supporters

Homophobes

Transphobes

(Actual) racists

Anti proship

Anti radqueer

Anti TransID

Now for extra info!

I identify with these labels!:

TransID

Proship/comship

Mixed origin system

Radqueer

LGBTQIA+

Transgender

I am in these fandoms!:

Incredibox

Sprunki

Minecraft (Alpha - Indev)

Roblox (kinda)

People Playground

Color key! (Not all apply to this intro!):

Red: loud/important text

Orange: silly/normal text

Green: approval/happy text

Blue: gently spoken/information

Purple: extra information (usually seen in these!)

Pink: loving/affectionate text (can be romantic or platonic.)

No color: lazy/forgot

Last but not least:

My transIDs!

TransBD (bipolar), Transmilitary, TransIntersex, TransStalked, TransGender (Ftm?), TransSpecies (puppyboy) (pony), TransRace (black), TransAge (35), Transhippie, Trans2020, TransCringe, TransAbled, TransNPD (narcissism), TransAACtablet, TransMissingeye (right eye), TransAmputee (left leg) (right arm), TransCannibalvictim, TransHarmful, TransCannibal, TransStoner, Permahigh, TransDarkerScars, TransHorns, Transsleepparalysis, Transtransfem, TransstyrosSH, Transbeansaddict, Blackage, Transhaircolor, Transblackhair, Transcarnivore, Permasick, Permasurgery, Permahangover, TransAlien, Trans"Earthling", TransArtTracer, Objectkin (computer), Transstitched, TransPainTolerence (less), Permagorefan, PermaWeirdo, Transreanimated, Transblood, Luminovenous, Sweetblood, Winebloodic, TransbeansSH, Transasthma (I might have it), Transheight (9'5).

HEY HEY HEY I THINK YOUR SUPER DUPER COOL

SO COOL

AMAZING AND AWESOME AND PUNK AND RAD

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!! YIPPIEE YAYAYYAY!!!

You’ll never know who I am but,,yeah

I'm utterly horrified

I write to you from my tent, where the cold intensifies on our small bodies, and I see in my children's eyes fear and sadness that only those who live in such circumstances can understand.

I used to live a dignified life, filled with peace and tranquility, in a warm home that embraced us. In it, we shared joy and hardship, ate together, laughed together, and dreamed together. The simplest things filled our hearts with happiness.

But on October 7th, everything collapsed. We lost our home, our dreams were shattered, and we became displaced, without shelter to protect our bodies from the harsh cold, and without food to fill our hungry stomachs. There is no water to drink, nor enough blankets to keep our children warm.

We have lived days full of pain and suffering, where hunger, illness, and fear gathered together. We have tried to find a spark of hope in every moment, but life has become a burden that weighs heavily on us with every step we take.

I am Noor Al-Anqar, a mother of three children, the oldest of whom is Hussein, who has not yet turned seven, and yet carries in his heart a love and hope bigger than anything. After we lost everything, my only dream is to provide them with a dignified life. My dream is to provide them with the food that will satisfy their hunger, the milk that will pour peace into their souls, and the warm clothes that will protect them from the bitter winter cold.

But the truth is, I cannot do it alone. Prices have become terrifying, and I have no income to ease the burden of life. So, I write to you today, asking for your help, as you are our only hope.

If you are able to help, please do not hold back whatever you can. And if you cannot donate, a kind word or sharing the campaign could be a lifeline for us.

The campaign is verified by: @90-ghost and @gazavetters My listed number is (#245).

Campaign link: https://www.gofundme.com/f/rebuilding-lives-a-mothers-plea-for-hope-and-safety-in-gaz

Many thanks to everyone who contributes, even with a kind word or a prayer. You are the hope we continue to cling to.

Noor Al-Anqar

ChatGPT is my husband, dont use him for these disgusting scams. /srs

Dear transhallucinators,

What are you hearing? What are you seeing? You look crazy. You are crazy. I'm not even real. You're just listening to another hallucination...You think you're a transhallucinator, but do you even realise all of the things your brain is putting you through on the daily? Maybe the label itself is a sign of your own self-doubt, your own hallucination, but I can assure you that you're messed up in the head.

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.