Alterhuman - Blog Posts

I just discovered that yes, I do have phantom ears from maned wolf. I just didn't realize. I very often wriggle my ears to hear something better or to express emotions, always kinda expecting that there are big fluffy ears moving around. I just didn't know that it's phantom ears lmao but yeah, good to know :3

I found my dragontype!!

I'm really so happy, it looks kinda like the image above, but the wings are bigger amd fluffier, they resemble the owl ones. And I have more fluff on paws and more feathers on the tip of the tail.

It's so prettyyyyy...

*I* am so pretty...

Also, I'm a questioning selkiekin too. If some selkie reads it, can I have some advice on how to do research on that?

Edit!!! Credits for @gomalemo !!!

I'm probably dragon Otherkin.

No deeper thoughts, just thought I should share it with someone. If you're theriophobic/ otherkinphobic (idk how it's called) just don't react. You're not gonna change anything, maybe just deepen my depression or smth. But if you're also Otherkin or a therian, could you reblog or write on priv? I just need to know if there is anyone like me out there.

Mask updateeeee!!! 🐕☢️

I touched up the paint a bit and gave myself some more fluff >:]

How to explain to my long-time online friend that me interacting with dog boy, dog adjacent, therian, etc. Media online is not meant as a sex thing and instead just me genuinely feeling happy when being referred to as a "good boy" or a dog. No bleach, no borox.

Please bro there's so much depth to the dog "bit" with me.

I always get very agitated when anyone other than a very select few people come into the kitchen when I'm making myself food. It makes me get all growly and defensive.

Sometimes, it's made worse if they ask me what I'm making. Which is crazy! Because if the select few were to ask, I'd happily offer up half to them. But the moment someone outside of that little group tries to reach for what I'm eating, I literally have to stop myself from swatting at their hand.

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.

Hghh I should go check on my FH settlements

roaming around the Commonwealth Far Harbor 48/?

Say it with me now:

They will not trick me into fearing my neighbors

They will not trick me into turning against friends

They will not trick me into turning against coworkers

They will not convince me I am powerless

They will not convince me I am worthless

They will not convince me I am hateful

You're smarter, kinder, and braver than you think you are. Don't let some old incompotent political leaders convince you otherwise.

I need fallout 4 green injected in my veins.

The horrors are too soul destroying and harrowing to shit post about. I need to etch them into the sides of his urn, I need his ghost hanging over my shoulder, tellin' me, "Go get em son."

I need him to howl at the moon with me or some shit.

"Daddy issues? Well, duh, how would I be the coyote cowboy I am today if I had a stable relationship with my father?"

I say as my therapist slowly nods her head and scribbles something down on her clipboard.

Questioning being fictionkin??? I have been for a little over a year now. However, I feel like despite how much I've looked into it and thought about it, I still don't know???

I can't tell if it's an actual part of my identity or if it's just because I worked on adapting this character for such a long time that he's just basically become me. I've used him as a way to work through things for so long, whether having conversations with him just to voice issues out loud, writing my own trauma through him, or just pretending to be him for comfort. Granted at times with the last scenario it's been a more unpleasant feeling, but sometimes just having the idea of his presence beside me is reassuring. He's like a friend I can always rely on, and if he needed a place to stay, I'd offer my own without a moment of hesitation.

I don't know if I'd consider myself to be him, but it feels like more than just a favorite character. He isn't quite me, but he isn't quite not me. Does any of this make sense? I am genuinely looking for advice if anyone has any.

College class scheduling is evil. You know what isn't? Going for a hike in the cold winter air. I'm tired of concrete and brick. I wanna go get in them damn woods.

This is me btw. In case you forgot. I am them and they are me.

lets frollick like the chernobyl radioactive dogs Okay?

All my love goes out towards the unsuspected badasses of the world. All the cowboys with no boots, all the punks with no leather. Dressing the part is only a portion of the identity. It doesn't define it. Your ideologies make you who you are and I fuckin see y'all.

Hey, I get most of my wolf shifts in the winter. I also have a playlist I only listen to in the winter that helps me feel more wolfish. Here ya go.

I'm having phantom shifts right now! I can feel my ears sticking straight up, taking in all the sounds. I can feel my tail flicking beside me. This is so nice :]

i saw in ur therianthropy day that you have a pack!! could i ask how you went about finding them?

They're just my irl friends :]

I got really lucky with my girlfriend also being an alterhuman. I grew up in a small town where every alternative kid just clung to one another. My group doesn't really call itself a pack, but I see them as my pack. We're like a family. We talk to each other all the time. They don't mind when I act dogish and even join me at times (hence the howling at the moon comment). It also helps that we have a weekly hangout where I can crowd them into my home and just watch over them while they relax. It itches my dog brain just right.

I think community is everything. So if you're looking for a pack, or at least something you consider a pack and you dont want to look online, focus on that. Only one other person in mine is an alterhuman. The rest are humans. Focus on finding people you can be your most authentic self around and encourage them to be themselves. It doesn't have to be a big group. Some packs are just made out of a wolf and their mate. It can just be you and someone you care about.

The most important part of having a pack to me is respect and support. It does wonders for my mental health and gives me so much species euphoria to have such a good support system.

So if you can find some folks in your area who you can trust, and who even if you don't say it explicitly still accept your identity with all of its traits, I think you've got yourself a pack :]

Anyways! A pack is different for everyone, so if you are looking for a pack made up of alterhumans, this post may not have helped, lol. But I hope maybe it gave you something.

In case anyone is interested, I made a side blog for my Minecraft hearthome so I can just bark about it over there.

@dandelions-crossing

Feel free to follow! I'll hopefully be able to post more on it soon.

Hanging out with my girlfriend annnnnd my pack for therianthropy day? Don't mind if I do >:3

(I'm going to make them go howl at the moon with me)

I love you, Minecraft. You have never failed me in my moments of need. Desperate for an escape but not wanting to be self-destructive? Minecraft. Haven't seen my friends in a while, but we can't hang out in person? Minecraft. Just need to clear my head for a while but still want to feel productive? Minecraft.

It's always there. The universe loves you because you are love. I love it right back.

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

Very complex emotions tied to any kind of fruit turnover. Every time I look at them, I smell pine. I see my hands stained by blackberries. They have claws at the ends of them, and they're covered in dirt. It's cold, I can see my own breath. It isn't like my shifts, though, it isnt just me. I feel like I am not myself and at the same time all the same. It's as if I'm handing my body over to someone else for a moment, still aware it isn't me controlling it, still present, and at the same time, someone else completely.

This is probably some kinda derealization thing, but it only ever happens when it starts to get cold or I see those freaking desserts. It isn't really a pleasant feeling when it happens, but it's still something I weirdly miss. Like I'm inviting someone in, letting them have a break from wherever they came from, even for a moment. Weirdest part? I know who it is. I've known him for a couple of years now, and it always felt like he's a part of me after that.

I don't always actively think about him, I never talk to him unless I'm just really freakin lonely, and it isn't like an actual conversation. It's more like I'm just voicing my thoughts out loud, and he's quietly listening.

I don't really know what's up with that. I could call him an imaginary friend if imaginary friends occasionally took over your brain for a moment and made you incredibly uncomfortable with everything happening. Or maybe I am just simply overthinking, and he isn't real at all. Advice would be nice if anyone can offer it.

New tail :3

My girlfriend got it and the bells for me. I love it.

Thinking about the lore of angels in Para Sanar. What do you mean a God can ascend someone they feel is close to them and make it to where they are to spend the rest of eternity working for and worshiping this deity? Like, even after the angel dies. They're always reborn and remember their job after either meeting their god again or meeting another angel.

It's very sweet when you look at it through the family lens. Angels are some of the closest things the Gods have to family. This one person is destined to stay by your side, forever, no matter what. You're literally bound together as the God gives a part of themself away.

But then there's also the sad way of looking at it. Sometimes angels don't realize what they are being given or that they even have been made an angel. It's a huge rule for Gods that they have to make sure 100% that the person they're ascending understands and wants to become an angel. Otherwise, you've just trapped someone in an endless cycle of following after you until either the world ends or the God dies. Even then, if a God dies, it's like a part of the angel did, too. Being away from their God prompts intense waves of grief and longing. It never ends. That has to be exhausting.

Anyways. I love me and my friends funky minecraft lore, have a nice day.

Hey! I still want to make a big lore dump post talking about me and my friends minecraft server, I just also happen to be a very busy college student :,D

So until I can actually sit down and do that monster of a paper justice, here are some pictures of Para Sanar

One thing I don't like about it getting colder is that the back of my neck prickles like my fur wants to escape, but it can't. It itches >:

I just want my winter coat damn it

I don't think you understand

THIS!? *pointing at my partners beautiful face* This is perfect. THIS is what I think about as I lay down to sleep. This is... A masterpiece. Some may even say the greatest creature ever made. Some is me. I'm saying that.

I love you, and I'm going to explode

I wanna age like an old cowboy. Give me a southern squint with very exaggerated crows feet and a furrowed brow. Make me rough and tumbled. I won't smoke, but give me a scratchy voice. I want my grandkids to look at me and see coyote, wolf, dog, raccoon. I want them to see weathered and wild.