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aiaiai am ur little butterfly

Personally, I don't always want to be the full on versions of my kin types (dog, fox, cat).

But I always have a craving for ears and a tail, animal-like pupils and fangs, claws and the ability to make noises a human couldn't.

Like a demi-human!

That's caused me a lot of confusion and feeling like an imposter. But I've realized ever since being a child I've really wanted to be able to shape shift from human to animal.

So, sometimes I want the body of a cat, or a dog, or a fox. But if I don't, I never want the body of a human. I want horns or wings or a tail, and always claws and fangs.

Otherkin are valid no matter who you are, we aren't all the same.

cranky because you can’t sleep with your tail curled around your body aren’t you

rat owners talk about their rats like "this is my son, he has every mental illness and is banned from most public spaces. he is a menace to society and i support him"

Night walker 🌙

my beloved

@ NEKONEKO

ME I RELATE TO THIS IMAGE

http://pink.rgr.jp/cp2/ukgk/colle/

this is your daily reminder to be cringe out of spite. wear your tail and ears out to the store. go to your back yard and howl at the moon. make a den, cave, or burrow out of pillows and blankets in your living room, bring popcorn inside, and watch cartoons on any device you can fit down there. practice making kintype appropriate animal noises. run around the house on all fours. climb a tree and look down at the world from the branches. sit in chairs like your kintype would. mix foods to look more like kintype related food and eat it. talk to your stuffed animal. heck, carry it around like a dog toy! it isn't against the law, and cringe culture just doesn't matter anymore. you are you, my animal friend. and by being you, you spite hundreds of anti otherkins and cringe culture enjoyers. be proud of it, spiting cringe culture is an achievement.

Horizontally spinning rat.

(Don't worry, it's not neurological, he's fine, he's just a dingbat who doesn't like his tail being wet but insists on dunking his tail in the water dish so then he tries to grab it to dry it off while still in the water. He dum.)

Angelkin?

When I was younger, one of the things I wanted was to fly.

Whether with wings or not, I wanted to soar above everybody else, I wanted to swoop through the sky, feel the rush of wind against skin and the safety that the sky provided.

Now I wish for wings, large wings that sprout from my back and wrap around my form when I sleep. Lifting them to protect my friends from rain, nestling into the soft feathers like a blanket against the world.

I want to flap them and feel the stirring of the air, cold and fluid, against my body, watch leaves twirl in the breeze.

I feel divine in a strange way. Like I should have long glistening fangs and horns, big fluffy wings, eyes that glow with a light that's unsettling and comforting at the same time. Catching light like the rainbow of oil on water.

I would dream about flying, as a child, pushing off from the ground with my legs, euphoria flooding me. Disappointment like a slap in the face every time I woke up. Those dreams have become less and less common, but I can still feel my wings on my back, see them from the corner of my eye.

Angelic, or demonic, or something of its own.

my spirit animal

sanrio cats