The Fact I Can't Eat Hot Food The Second It Comes Out Of The Oven/microwave Is Ridiculous >:

There's something really cool yet weird about having friends who really like your stories and characters. Like, for example, my brother has a cute fox plush he lovingly named Reaper after my eldritch horror of a character. And while that's super freaking cool, it's also crazy to think about. Like a tiny private fandom. My stories live in my brain, but sometimes these two random people think about them, and I go a little insane.

I explored a bunch of areas in me and my little sisters childhood minecraft world and decided to take pictures. We used all of our animals to tell stories hehe.

Baby chickens and foxes from the nether??? It was all very silly.

I consider myself something of an academic weapon B] (I have ADHD but will cry till I throw up if I make anything below a B)

I get this! I've talked about it a few times before on my blog, but I tend to feel more wolf in the colder months, and more raccoon, and coyote in the warmer ones :]

It's so nice when fall comes, and I can feel myself get lost in its crisp air. It's like my wolf is calling itself back home, crashing into me, and letting me remember my love for winter all over again.

I think that alterhumans/nonhumans don't talk too much about seasonal shifts as someone with many kintypes.

for me, weather or a season really affect my experience.

there are types of shifts/or feelings in general I only experience when it's raining, or the ones that only appear when it's snow outside... for example, it's most likely for me to feel more birdy in colder weather, since wearing baggy chlothes/coats make me feel like they're my feathers, and its more likely for me to feel more dragon-y in warm sunlight, where I can feel my scales while sunbathing

in general, when seasons change, so does my experience with everything... sometimes the weather doesn't make me feel like one of my kintypes at all, and sometimes it's the exact opposite

I noticed it recently, in the last 6 months I couldn't really feel my fox side at all, at the point that made me question my identity, i finally figured out that's cause I mostly experience fox-like shifts in autumn-winter!

let me know your experience with seasons/weather!

~Birdie/Hera

I've been obsessed with Long Dark for years very excited to look into this.

Oh yeah the Long Dark and Lord Huron goes so well together. Hand in hand.

Like Mackenzie's whole journey is looking for his ex wife after they're stranded in the wilderness, he has far too many brushes with death and gets caught up with a bunch of convicts, making very dangerous enemies while helping whoever he can. Also he killed a bulletproof bear with a fucking spear. That's some Lord Huron shit if I've ever seen it.

And just the General Vibes of the both of them. The Long Dark handles a lot of the same topics. It's hard to describe.

Also "there was no one in sight, just the endless frozen pines" and "when you follow the strange trails it'll take you to who knows where" match the Long Dark way too well [most likely many more I'm just listening to Frozen Pines and Way Out There while typing this]

Makes me feel very creature very good. I love you winter, gotta be in my top 5 flavors.

Anyone else get kinda euphoric when it's so cold outside that your breath shows up? Like my dragonself is very happy about it

A fellow crowhearted!!!!

I'd love to know about your hearthomes!! :3 /nf

Aaa! Hello!

I'm usually pretty bad about writing about them, but I can try XD

The first one has to do with my dog theriotype. It's very post-apocalyptic. There aren't many humans left. It's lush and green, and most cities are flooded. The water usually isn't safe, though, and generally prompts a feeling of great unease. It's usually very hot and sunny. When it does rain, it's something worth celebrating. The TVs always play static, and strange creatures make their way out of the water regularly. There's something wrong with me here, too. It's where the whole radioactive dog part comes in. I've got this weird green tint, and I'm always parched. I look almost humanoid. Like a dog slowly morphing into a person. Usually, I'm walking through cities, either making dens or searching for something. There's also usually music everywhere, I constantly found different CDs or cassette mixtapes I'd listen to. For all its dangers, this world is also very beautiful. I usually see this world in memories or very familiar feelings

Fallout 4, particularly Far Harbor, is another one! I'm not sure what it is about the stinking island that gets me feeling such a deep longing, but it does. I have personal beef with any beast that makes it's way out of the fog, but still, home is home. It physically pained me to finish the dlc, I miss running around my home :/

Then there's Minecraft!

Specifically, it's the version that I and some friends have created over the span of 4 years now. It's got a really cool God system starting with the Multiverse who made the Goddess of life Melifera, as well as her counterpart, the God of death, Trigona. Then, it trickles down to things like the young Gods (such as Twine, God of architecture, and trade). And then there's even demigods, which are usually just celestial objects (the moon, the sun, a meteorite). There's also the deep history of all the inhabitants that make up the world. The sugargliders slowly dying out, the Nether hierarchy (and how it was destroyed), the skeleton hordes, the sniffers, etc.

While we made the server(s) as a place to just make a story, the entire world is based around a feeling of home and security. The overall realm is called Para Sanar, and there are two separate worlds that tell its history in different parts of time. There's also a bunch of other worlds we've made that also connect to it, though, in their own unique web.

Anyways, it's just become a very big second home to me in how much of a role it's played in my life. Anytime I play a new world, I find myself connecting it to Para Sanar, whether intentionally or not.

Alright, I'm done yapping. Hopefully, any of this made sense 😭

I love being a silly little guy on the internet. In real life, I am constantly plagued with deep, all-seeing, and despairing eyes. On Tumblr, I'm just a weird dog. That's beautiful, I think.

So I have this bit, right? It's been a while since I've done it, but if I bring it up with my friends, they can still easily understand or remember the joke.

It's called the Dan Rules. It's often comedically egotistical and vain and was made because out of our little group, it was a joke that I am (as an act) an eccetric (maybe enigmatic if I'm feeling fancy) person who does whatever the hell I want.

If people thought to question my behavior, it was often quickly followed with a "that's just Dan" from my friends and easily dismissed. Sure, some of my boldness was probably left over from my middle school years, where I felt I had to lean into my weirdness completely so people would see me more as a joke than a freak.

But then I found myself in a safe, accepting environment, one where the need to bite and snarl and run away never came. I waited a while for it to arrive for me to feel the need to play the part of the fool for my newfound companions entertainment. It shocked me when I was left with genuine love and compassion. I leaned out of self-deprecating humor and completely into the (very obviously joking and fake) role of an egotistical short and angry ruler. For fucks sake we still have the name of the group chat as "Dantopia". I still did the bit to entertain my friends, to keep them laughing at my antics. But this time, it was accompanied by my own laughter. I enjoyed a new sense of freedom it brought.

The Dan Rules came out of when we were messing around, and I'd lean into this foolish king role, and I would proclaim something insane or childish. A popular one was, "Dan is never wrong." Often followed by a warranted scoff.

But the second rule is a good one, I think, one that really shone through as a reminder that I am not now who I was before.

"I do what I want."

I hadn't had much freedom before I met my current group of friends. I was quiet and kept quiet at times. I felt muzzled and chained, and as if I was a dog because someone forced a collar around my throat and pulled me on a leash.

It wasn't only that I didn't have the choice of self-expression, though. I'd also seen what happened to people who gave too much into reckless. I grew up with the weight of their actions carried on my shoulders, and while I have always been bold in my identity and beliefs, I was quiet and still when presented the opportunities to escape from situations where people kicked me down for who I was. I feared what would happen if I left my old group. Ironically, this fear led me to be isolated.

I found myself almost completely alone in the pandemic, and my only saving grace was a new school with new people. New people who didn't tell me to shut up or that I was ugly or that I needed to stop acting like an animal or they'd treat me like one. Instead, I met friends who handled me gently and taught me it was okay to hug just as it's okay to bark, and they welcomed me. I felt at home. I felt as if I knew myself completely.

So, with the second rule, which I still follow to this day, I added a private note.

"I do what I want. Because I can trust myself to."

Know thyself

I can trust myself to bark or scowl or growl just as much as I can to love and kiss and hug. I can stay aware of what is and isn't good and how much or how little I can trust someone. I can be bold and loving all at once and welcome others with open arms and flashing fangs.

I am in complete control over myself, and even when I am doing something so I can see my friends laugh, I am also doing it because I can, and I do what I want.

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 :]