Therians - Blog Posts

Hi Tumblr. My girlfriend keeps leaning over me and whispering

"Sug (her nickname for me) à la mode"

Before gently biting my arm. Should I be worried?

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.

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.

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.

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

New mask! Raccoon >:]

It's meee! It looks a little patchy in some of the darker parts, so I may fix that and add fur as well, but I think it turned out pretty cool. The eyes are also a little off putting so I might change em >:

Sometimes I look at my partner and remember she's actually this ancient ethereal being made up of stars and magic and I can see her horn and her hooves. She's so beautiful I'm rendered speechless.

Then other times I look at them and see this stinky cat. They're still beautiful ofc just being stinky.

I love my girlfriend. She follows no rules and does what she wants.

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.

I need to go to the aquarium and walk around to look at all the cool fish and have my ears perk up and my tail wag. I need to put my big nose and paws on the glass and whine excitedly. I GOTTA BARK AT THOSE FISH.

"a therian is a human who–"

bam bam. incorrect buzzer sounds. try again

This

I am so deeply frustrated with the way therianthropy has been watered down and distorted, especially as its been resurfaced on the internet. Its almost as if the essence of what it truly means to be a therian has been lost, and what remains feels like a shallow version of what it once was. My identity isn’t a trendy gimmick that should be reduced to mere aesthetics or roleplay. Its a sacred connection even, a way of existing that transcends what any human can understand. I am an animal. That’s not a childish fantasy, it’s a core instinct of who I am, one that shapes how I view this world. Since when did therianthropy become something that only exists in the realm of “pretend”? Since when did it become acceptable to trivialize and infantilize this deep, lived experience by calling it nothing more than a phase or a trend. Since when did being an animal, truly embodying that primal instinct, get reduced to roleplaying? Because my dysphoria is not merely an aesthetic. It is who I am. And yet, what’s been happening on social media, especially with the rise of these simplified portrayals of therianthropy, has shifted the conversation. There are so many out there who claim to “feel” like an animal, but the truth is, there’s a huge difference between identifiying with something and becoming something. There’s a difference between feeling a spiritual connection and living that animal essence every single day. The way humans and fake theriotypes gloss over the physical aspect of therianthropy is especially painful. For some of us, it isn’t just something mental or spiritual – it’s physical. The body reacts, the mind shifts, and the connection is as real as anything else in this world. When did that become irrelevant? When did we become invisible in a community that we built? I don’t gatekeep, I never have, and I never will. But it pains me to see the community being watered down, diluted, and stripped of its roots. If you are truly interested in understanding yourself in the eyes of therianthropy, I want you to dive deep. Explore it with respect, and recognize the significance of the connection. Honor the wildness that Is inherently part of us. But don’t reduce it to something cute or easy to digest. Don’t take what’s wild and untamed and make it a shallow trend. I am a wild animal. I’ve always been. I refuse to allow anyone to limit that identity to what they think it “should” be. I refuse to let this sacred part of myself be dumbed down to fit into a box or to satisfy a trend. This is who I am, and it deserves to be seen in its full complexity, its full depth, and its raw, untamable beauty.

This, but I actually do it (I will if I get 100 notes. Minus the school part cause I don't go to school)

My daily schedule according to anti-kin mfs

3am: get up to aggressively bark and howl at the moon for 2 hours, waking all of my neighbors up in the process

6am: make myself a well rounded breakfast consisting exclusively of raw deer meat

6:30am: scream and cry for half an hour because my mom is forcing me to go to school and wolves CLEARLY do not go to school. my life is hell

7am: throw all of my deodorant in the trash because it blocks my natural 💫 𝓅𝒽ℯ𝓇ℯ𝓂ℴ𝓃ℯ𝓈💫

8am: arrive at school wearing my fav buttplug tail and galaxy wolf shirt

8:30am: have a vague memory of having graduated high school already, but that cant be true because no therian is older than 16 so here i am

9am: yell at my classmates for calling me a human and tell them that they're being therianphobic, and that im going to cancel them on twitter and make sure they never get jobs

9:30am: enter psychosis

10am: angrily email the school board for the 8th time this week because they won't put litter boxes in the bathrooms for me which is therianphobic oppression

10:30am: sit alone in a corner and growl/hiss at any humans who get too close to me

11am: enter psychosis

12pm: single handedly regress the trans rights movement by 10 years

1:30pm: refuse to sit in a chair for class and instead perch up on a desk. teacher threatens to kick me out, tragically i am forced to comply

2:30pm: cast a spell on one of my religious classmates as i leave school using my evil devil anti-human anti-christian magic

3pm: more raw deer meat omnomnomnom

5pm: enter psychosis

5:30pm: burn a picture of charles darwin in my trashcan because i hate all of that therianphonic science and biology nonsense. you can't tell me what to do CHARLES

6pm: enter psychosis

7pm: enter psychosis

8pm: i curl up in my nest of roadkill bones and sheets that haven't been washed in 3 months and gently fall asleep <3