Canine Theriotype - Blog Posts

Nobody needs this but here’s what level I feel my kins

Wolf dog- spiritually (I feel this identity pretty strongly, having some urges to bark or hunt or howl. It depends on the day cause some days I wouldn’t mind being perceived as one while others I rather not)

Domestic cat- Spiritually (I’m having a pretty strong connection with this identity today, it does switch once in a while. When it comes to urges my dog theriotype would be stronger in that as I don’t get urges for my cat type but I do view myself as one, not fully, instead I’ll view my human body with ears or a tail or other animalistic things)

Shapeshifter- spiritually (I don’t have a very strong connection to this one but it does affect some of my theriotypes or give me certain urges or feelings. I feel as if my body is stuck, like I’m meant to be more and do more than just this. It can also affect my identity and give me feelings of wanting multiple or not wanting one at all)

Shigaraki- Physically (I view my body as my fictionkin. I believe I was him in a past life and therefore we are the same soul, same soul=same body. When I imagine myself I’ll always have similar features as him. I perceive myself as him and also wouldn’t mind being perceived as him)

When it comes to how I view my soul I definitely view each as a different version of myself which is why I may talk about Shigaraki in 3rd person instead of 1st. I experience mental shifts once in awhile, Shigaraki more often but sometimes I get some for my other kins too

Trying to do an assignment and my brain decided to start making dog noises. It won’t stop barking

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.

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.

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)

New tail :3

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

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 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.

Love when my friends passively refer to me as a dog but still respect me. Like yeah, this is our friend. They bite and bark n shit. They're cool.

Also, a picture of me, drawn by one of my friends 😌

I always found shifting in school to be the worst. I always felt too awkward and wrong and out of place. I couldn't focus on my math when all I wanted to do was run. I couldn't sit through my biology class without practically chewing through my pencil. I was always a nervous kid, and then on top of that I had to walk around and pretend like I couldn't feel my claws and fangs.

It got even worse as it got colder. I felt so vulnerable tucked into a classroom, like I never had enough to shield me away from the world. I'd never go to school without a jacket, and it still only helped so much. Sometimes, I'd wear fingerless gloves or bring little trinkets I could roll around in my hand. They helped.

Being an adult can suck, but I was a teenage werewolf (shapeshifter, but for the sake of the pun), and that shits rough.

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 trying to draw how my dog form looks. The face of the second drawing feels more fitting. I'm not a physical alterhuman, but this is how I can see myself looking, or how I feel like I should look (when I feel more dog at least)

The pipeline of wolves and dogs being my favorite animals as a kid into realizing I actually just am them. I bought this werewolf costume because I think they're cool... No other reason 👀

My favorite animals are actually stingrays and mantarays :3

Since it's national dog day I'll be expecting 5 dollars or a pat on the head from everyone. Only business, I got tuition to pay.

Be like me

Load up fallout 4

Play until I look around and my room is completely dark

Realize I have not eaten today (don't do this part)

Go into kitchen, find a hunk of smoked brisket in the fridge. Cut off a chunk and go to town on it. No sauce. Nothing. Just meat.

Heavily push down the urge to growl at the dogs because it's my food.

Also find a container of chopped up cucumber. Eat a handful of it.

Feel satisfied.

Go back to fallout.

Inside me there are two wolves.

Only one of them is actually wolf, and it's watching, exasperated, as the other wolf (a puppy) jumps around asking for a treat.

A little late but here's a dumb meme I made for the fourth I thought yall would enjoy

I'm pretty sure I wanna make my next mask a raccoon. I'm trying to make one for all my theriotypes, so I'll need to do raccoon, wolf, and coyote still. Wolf and coyote have similar shapes, though, and I wanna make something a little different than my usual... idk we'll see :D

RAAAAAH

I ORDERED MYSELF SOME EARS AND IM SO EXCITED LOOK HOW COOL THEY LOOK

I need them in my hands NOWWWWW

Mom: Just be yourself :]

Me: You try being a radioactive dog shoved into a human body and see if it gets you anywhere >:

Throwback to this poem I wrote a while back

Plain text:

There was at one time,

A man I knew who spoke

With the crackle of a fire

Who had a cough

Like the devil himself had curled up in his lungs.

Who took me places

No wicked thing ever dared to trot.

He who stood so mighty,

The king of a southern summer,

And composed of the cicadas sympathy.

It is from him

I acquired my dirty paws,

These blood fangs.

From him came this wagging tail,

And hanging tongue.

Where my king of summer lies,

With the worms in his oldest home,

I stay his heir.

I haunt this town like an unmuttered curse.

And when they dare speak my name,

As if some insulting thing,

I think fondly of the man who gave me claws and teeth.

So that their insolence is not so easily forgiven,

And just as he,

Never forgotten.

When one of my hearthomes IS Minecraft.

nonhuman suggestion: build your hearthome in minecraft

im openly otherkin not for myself but for 3rd-6th grade me who got bullied for acting doglike and wearing wolf ears to school

i think i miiight be a border collie?!?!

like, this MIGHT be me. in the flesh. perhaps

ALL CANINE THERIANS- i have a lil question :3

HELP I WAS TRYNA MAKE THESE SOUNDS WHILE TYPING SO IT WOULD BE MORE ACCURATE LOLOL

if you still need requests…

golden retriever puppy art / moodboard? thank you kindly

YESS!!! GOLDENS ARE THE BEST SUNSHINE DROOLY BIG BABIES!!

didnt know what face to use for the lil doodle so have 3 lolol :D

also did a summer/spring walk-based moodboard since ya didnt rlly specify the mood so i hope thats ok!! sorta went all-out lolol, i also rlly enjoyed this one so ty for saving me from boredom XDD

(requests are open 24/7 btw!!)