Wanderingcritter - 𖦹⋅°.𝚆𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 .°⋅𖦹

does anyone wanna hold hands until we feel a little braver

I didn't think this was smth i needed to specify since i don't even post fandom stuff but ive seen a few of them pop up in my followers list so apparently I do. Just as a PSA,

This blog is absolutely ANTI PROSHIP

Yall genuinely disgust me and I want nothing whatsoever to do with you, this is NOT a safe space for that kind of ideology. The nicest thing I can say to you is I sincerely hope you get your shit together one day and get whatever kind of external help you very clearly need. Get out of your internet echo chambers for like 2 seconds and go do some research abt how the content you make/support actually impacts ppl.

Okay PSA over, back to regularly scheduled dumbfuckery :3

few werewolf + monster drawings

Being a lesbian and nonhuman at the same time feels.. strange.

Because, like, human girls are these absolutely stunning, almost unreal beings. They're beautiful beyond words, the kind of beauty that can only ever be conveyed through the careful plucking of guitar strings, or through a vibrant splash of paint against barren canvases. They hold the stars in their eyes and flecks of gold in their hair, as if the forces of the cosmos themselves hand crafted their forms. They're soft and gentle and warm, but also strong and fierce and an unbelievable force to be reckoned with. Once when I was young, I got caught outside during a tropical hurricane and was almost lifted into the air by the winds; that is the closest thing I can compare to the feeling of falling for a girl. They are everything that a human being should be and more.

And then, there I am. A beast. This.. thing that stalks the woods in the darkest hours of the night, with dirt coated matted fur and piercing amber gaze, unseen and uncomprehended by man. Constant yearning, hunger. For flesh, for bloodlust, for isolation and freedom, to be feared, to be whispered about in hushed tales around a withering campfire. The creature in the forest, didn't you hear? If it catches you alone on a full moon it will peel your skin away from your body with fangs the size of your palms. Stay close. Your measly pocket knife won't do much in its wake I fear. A wild, snarling thing that flinches beneath humanity's touch and rejects their "civility" in favor of the murmuring creek that sings old and long forgotten hymns to the ancient mountains above.

I know when they look at me they see one of them, a human with soft skin and kind eyes, a human who smiles at them and perhaps offers a passing compliment, a human who always tries to coax the timid street cat and watchfully steps around sidewalk slugs. A human. But that is not what I am, at least not in the way that they are. And when I look back at them, with my green eyes that I wished glowed amber, I can't help but wonder "How could someone so divinely human find companionship with something so desperately unhuman as me? How long until you realize the humanoid body you see before you is merely a flawed disguise? Will you still grasp my hand with fond affection when it warps into a mangled paw?"

Drag is to transsexuality what furry is to therianthropy

Thank you for coming to my ted talk

something quick for therianthropy day :3

alt under cut

I just want therian partners to go frolicking in the forest with, or if our theriotypes are opposites of each other we could chase each other around and whatnot. yeah I'd like that...I'd like that a lot

My jacket was missing a zipper pull, and I found a dog tag on the sidewalk, so I used nail polish to paint it black. It's a great new zipper pull, and I now jingle like a pet collar as I walk! Yip!

Stray cats 🐈