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I love having a bunch of peircings.

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I love accommodating myself regardless of what people say.

I love being able to sniff out autism like a bomb dog.

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HmmMm~ monster you say?? Give me a plant's monster 😌 yandere and smut if you could do that.. In the end the reader just give up and willing to stay by his side.. And for kinks Edging btw you can add whatever you want, olso Male reader. 😃 I'mma drink watah now

I actually looked up and based this plant monster off of a Nepenthes pitcher plant. Ha- you thought it was going to write about some vine-y tentacle monster. I also think I went a little too hard on this but hey. My treat for a first post.

Warnings: Uh Non-con, death, edging, bondage, vore?? But not really? Stomach bulge. Lemme know if i missed anything

Word count: 8,155

“You need a hobby.”

You look up at your friend with a glare at their comment. All they did was twist their hair around their finger and smile at you, sipping the coffee they ordered. More like foam with a dash of coffee in it. The wind was blowing the foam on top precariously. When they asked you to come and have lunch with them, this wasn’t what you had expected for conversation. Your days were long. Repetitive. You used to work any dead end jobs you could get. You scouted jobs that ranged from newspaper clippings, asking for dog walking, all the way to actual retail or food service jobs. None of them stuck. Eventually a distant cousin of yours reached out and offered you a job at their online store. The job consisted of buying and testing products. You would leave reviews under the items bought and a video as well showing off the item and its uses.

That left you inside all day and surrounded by useless crap that would either be repurposed or just plain tossed out. So when an old high school buddy that was passing through town messaged you on social media, you accepted, hoping to spice up the day with a nice lunch with an old friend.

“What does that mean?” You set your fork down and crossed your arms. The food you ordered was barely eaten. Not that it tasted good. “I have plenty of hobbies, come on.” Your friend shrugged and set down their coffee. “I don’t know. It really seems like all you do is work all day. I mean come on.” They reached over and picked up your arm. “ Your skin is losing its luster. It’s all ashy and dry! No shine at all!” You jerked your arm away from them and frowned at your skin. Surely it was not that bad. Besides, you didn’t want to walk around outside looking like a reflector. “I mean, I have a cat…” You tried to defend yourself. Your friend scoffed. “A cat is a friend, not something to keep you busy. Have you tried to find something new?” You chew your lip silently, confirming that in fact, you hadn’t tried anything new.

Your friend reached over and stole a piece of food off your plate before popping it in their mouth.They let out a disgusted noise and spat the food into a napkin. “Ok, since neither of us seem to be interested in this food joint, why don’t we go shopping around?” They looked at you with a hopeful smile. “We can look for a hobie for you. Some books, something to get your hands working or get you outside.”

“I don’t need to be outside all the time…” You muttered, a bit bashful. Your friend rolled their eyes and hopped up from their chair, scraping harshly against the concrete. “Well you also don’t need to be inside, moping about on your phone all day and laying around! It’s not healthy at all. Now let's go in and pay,” They breezed to your side and took a firm hold of your bicep and began to tug you up and out of your chair. “You’ve got good shops in this dump right?”

You chuckled to yourself and nodded, they were annoying but you did miss your friend’s attitude. “Yeah, there’s some cute places around here. I can pull them up on my maps.” You pulled out your phone while your friend dragged the two of you inside and up to the counter. They fished out their wallet and handed the cashier their card to pay. “It looks like there are a few things within walking distance…” You scrolled down on your phone at the suggested places. “We have a …a nut and fabric boutique?” You looked up from your phone with a quizzical look on your face. Your high school friend just huffed and rolled their eyes. “Man, small ass towns and their weird ass shops.” They took their card back from the cashier and the receipt before stuffing them both in their wallet. “What else you got?” They asked. You looked back down at your phone and scrolled once more, “There are a lot of food places, uh a candy joint maybe they have some recipes we can buy?” You suggested, but your friend shook their head. “Candy making sounds too complicated, and who's going to help you eat all those sweets? Your cat?” You let out a hum of agreement and kept searching on your phone, stepping aside to let someone go up and order food. “Oh,” you say in surprise at your phone. ”There is a greenhouse nearby we can buy plants at.” You clicked on the link and began to scroll down on the home page. “I’ve never seen this before. They have all sorts of plants, fruit, succulents, vegetables…Oh shit!” You grinned and turned your phone screen to show your friend. “They even sell carnivorous plants!”

Your friend took your phone and began to look at the screen. “This seems perfect! You can get inside plants and outside plants so you're still getting sunshine and you can tend to them like your little babies!” They linked arms with you and began to walk out of the little cafe, guiding your friend out the door so they would get hit while distracted. “It looks like they only take cash,” They pointed out and looked up at you. “You have some right, we don’t need to stop?” You patted the pocket where you kept your wallet out of habit. “No, I have some, we can just go right over.” Your friend slapped your phone into your chest, causing you to move to catch it quickly. “Perfect! Lets get my boy a hobby before he starts ordering whores online!”

The air of the little green house was humid and thick. Even before you went inside you and your friend could feel it. The little bell above the door rang out cheerfully, a stark contradiction to the protesting groans the wooden door made as you shoved it open. The green house was small, but full of life. Sounds of bubbling water filled the air and it smelled sweet. Various shades of green lined the walls and draped down from the ceiling. Plants were stacked in carriers along the walls and in pots on the floor. Trellises climbed and ground covers spread. There was only a small aisle allowing you to walk through. Once you opened the door, across from it was a counter with a cash register on top. The counter appeared to be made of a large old crate with a rusted fold out chair behind it. It was tucked into a corner and to connect the crate to the wall a few plants in pots were stacked up on what looked like old stairs. Walking inside, you and your friend saw flats of annual flowers and perennial flowers, each divided into shade plants and sun plants.

“Hey, look at this!” Your friend darted off to the side to pick up a small bonsai tree. It was trimmed to perfection and had tiny little decorations within the soil. You smiled at the plant and walked over to touch its leaves. “ A little too expensive I think, for me.” You admitted when seeing the price tag. “I hope not everything in here is that expensive…” Your friend lowered the little pot and looked around. “Yeah, speaking of buying, where is the worker?” They set the plant down and looked around, touching cascading waterfalls of vine plants and the wide colorful leaves of elephant ears. “Is this place open?” You look back at the door to see the closed sign facing your way, “No, it’s open. The open sign is facing outside.” You part ways with your friend and begin to look at the otherside of the small greenhouse. “I’m sure it's alright if we just look around.” You walk through blooms of succulents, firm and soft to the touch. The sunlight shone through the windows making the whole place gleam. Some flowers, long dead, crushed underfoot. There were geraniums, moss roses, wave petunias, and even dahlias. All good beginner plants. But something else had caught your eye. It was this small purple plant. You walked over passing under a sign that stated ‘Carnivorous’ and picked up the pot. It was a shallow pot with large leaves bursting out of it in almost a lotus like fashion. The leaves were muted, not as bright as the others but more brown like. They felt healthy to the touch, maybe that was just how the plant looked. A long stem came from the middle of the cluster of leaves and sprouted over them all, dangling a purple-red cup like plant. The stem was yellow and connected to the bottom of the pitcher but still supported the back of it. Red veins sprouted from the yellow and traveled all the way up the cup. At the very top was a green flap that was almost like a lid. Along the side of it a thick liquid collected and occasionally dripped into the pitcher. The thick substance smelled sweet and pungent. You stuck your finger under the lip of the plant and looked within to see the pitcher full of water and more of the sticky, sweet-smelling substance. The plant seemed to shudder at your touch.

“Finding everything ok?” A feminine voice called out, startling you out of your stupor. You placed a hand over your chest and looked at the owner of the voice. A younger woman with a tight brown braid greeted you. Her braid seemed to pull her skin maybe a little too tight around her face. She had thick rimmed glasses and pale skin, she was also holding a few bags of dirt, some of which was spilling on the ground.

You cleared your throat and stepped back to let the woman through, where she came from you couldn’t guess. “Uh, yes we're just looking,” You explained as your friend wandered over to see who you were talking to. “You have a lovely shop,” They commented looking around. “These plants are beautiful.” The woman chuckled and set the dirt down with a thud. “Oh, they all have their own flair. I just give them the tools to thrive and they decide where they want to go.” The woman turned to stare at you, “He seems to have taken a liking to you…” You looked back at the plant you were previously examining. “Uhh, sure yeah.” You agreed with her. Your friend slipped by you and plucked the plant from your arms. “Would you say this plant is good for keeping someone busy? It's not too difficult?” They asked, turning it around in their hands. The woman let out a laugh. “If he likes you, then he shouldn’t be terrible, just keep him happy and fed.” She spoke about the plant as if it was sentient- like a person. Yet your friend seemed happy with that response and shoved the plant towards you. “You should get it! Maybe gardening can be your new hobby! Plus the lady said this plant has chosen you, ooooo.” They waved their fingers around in a spooky way and almost said their words in a singsong way. You looked down at the plant nervously and took it in your hands. “I don’t know, I've never taken care of a carnivorous plant before.” The woman piped up before your friend could say anything. “Oh, I can write down some instructions for you to take care of him. I promise he’s an angel.” The plant seemed to preen under the compliments. You looked back down at the plant and shrugged, “Well, ok little guy. I’ll only get one for now to see how it goes.”

The woman clapped her hands together. “Wonderful! Come! Come! I will ring you up and give you that paper.” She bustled over to the counter and seemed to desperately look for a paper and pen. You two walked over to the counter after her at a much slower pace, watching as the cashier seemed to furiously scribble instructions down. “Now that will be ten dollars, tax included-” she looked up at you expectantly and you shifted the plant into one arm, digging your wallet out with the other. The cashier held her hand out for the ten dollars you gave her and then thrusted the paper into your face. “And since their plants I'm sure you know we don’t do returns.” The woman slammed her hand onto the register which burped open with an ancient creak. You couldn’t even blink in time with how fast she moved. You swore this woman was trying to get you out of the store. Maybe they were closing soon. “Yeah, sure.” You responded dumbly, fumbling with the paper. She hit the drawer shut with her hip and smiled. “Keep him in the sun and a place where you’ll see him a lot, ok?” your friend shifted at the awkward feeling in the room as you let out a small “Will do,”. The woman just stared with her tight face and tight smile as you two exited the store. Once the door closed your friend huffed.

“Weird ass stores.”

You have been taking care of this plant for a few weeks now. But it didn’t exactly seem right. It seemed to be …big. Too big. Once you had gotten home from the store your friend had left pretty quickly.

“You gotta bond with your chosen plant!” They teased before getting out of your car and walking to their designated bus stop. Leaving you to your old shabby house and a new plant to take care of. Well, your house wasn’t too bad, you had bought off your relatives.

“It isn't much, but you can make it work can’t you?” Their words were soaked with false sweetness at the time. Not that the gesture wasn’t a kind thing, nor did they use the house but they simply didn’t want to get rid of it. Stubborn people, you guessed. You weren’t exactly close, but you had paid for it and it was a house. The home itself sat on the edge of town, not in the middle of nowhere but literally at the edge of where “town” started. Small grocery stores and hole in the wall shops started on this road and ended with your house. Children would walk or bike from their far away homes to get treats from the gas station and throw rocks at the boarded up windows of abandoned buildings.

Your home was painted a slate gray. Outside the home a few bushes grew to mangled and gnarled beasts. Maybe if gardening was your new hobby you could finally take care of those ugly things. What trouble could an idiot with clippers get into, huh? No. One plant at a time. You had looked down at the plant in your arms after your friend took off. “Ok, handsome”- The paper said to give it lots of compliments- “Let's get you inside.” The chosen spot for the plant- you decided to name him Nepen- was in the large bay window in your living room. This was where you recorded your videos for your job. It was also your cat’s favorite spot to sit. Often now that Nepen was a part of your home, you cat would hiss at the pot and bat aggressively at his leaves. Eventually you would have to shoo your cat away from Nepen so it would do too much damage. “Poor baby…” you cooed at Nephen, stroking its leaves. The plant seemed to lean into your touch. In front of where Nepen sat the floor was wooden and there was a polite rectangle rug underneath a cheap set of couch and chairs. You had a job, that didn’t mean it paid well. Your next goal was to buy a TV to set up on the wall. After a while Netflix on your phone gets straining.

You decided on naming the plant Nepen because the closest thing you could find that looked like him-it, that stupid worker was getting to you, was a Nepenthes plant in the tropics. The woman told you that he was like no other plant! Maybe Nepens was some kind of hybrid species she accidently made and decided to sell for a quick buck. The instructions she wrote as well seemed normal at first, but as you read along the list it got weirder.

How To Take Care of Your Own Carnivorous Baby!

(What even?)

Don’t worry about needing to feed him often, he can catch his own meals. (Oh Good!) But if there aren’t many flies in your house, I'd recommend buying some and keeping them stored in your fridge. They will fall asleep and then you can easily feed. (Gross.)

Once the plant gets bigger you will need to move onto bigger and bigger bugs- maybe an animal if you're lucky! (An Animal!? Oh, god what the fuck?)

Be nice to him- he bonds with someone easily and you could break his heart if you aren’t careful. He could die no matter how well you water and feed him.

Speaking of water, while he does get energy from eating, water is the most important thing! Just like every other plant. Water when the soil is dry and mist every other day. It’s ok if the water enters the pitcher.

He needs lots of sun, in the winter I’d recommend buying a grow light for the most optimal conditions. Winter sunlight by the window is ok but it's cold!

These notes seemed like this thing was a goddamn rent-a-boyfriend who liked to be sprayed with a water bottle. Nevertheless you sprayed and fed it accordingly. You didn’t know how often to feed the plant so you chose to do so every other day. If that thing could really eat small animals, your cat was in trouble. You prayed your cat’s aversion to Nepen was enough to keep the kitty safe. Also, something you didn’t expect was the plant to smell…so sweet. Often it drew you close so you could take a deep whiff of the plant. It made you shudder and often the plant shuddered back, you just assumed that it moved because of your exhale.

The first time you fed the plant, you fed him a worm. The pet store in your area didn’t sell flies and for sure you didn’t want to allow anything into your house. So you just bought some wax worms for the plant and kept the bag hidden away in your cupboards. You’d fish out some tongs and pull a small worm from the bag and walked over to the plant. His lid wiggled up and down as you approached, almost excited to be fed. You lifted the lip with your thumb and dropped the worm in. You watched it for a while- it seemed to struggle in the fluid. You read that for Nepenthes pitchers that it wasn't the fluid that digested the bug but something near the bottom where the bugs collected when they drowned. As you gazed in thought, a light, waxy touch began to stroke your cheek and you flung back in surprise, clutching your cheek. One of the plant's leaves had moved up and touched your cheek! It slowly moved its leaf back down into the original position. You let out a nervous laugh and rubbed your cheek with the back of your hand and stepped away from the plant, tongs in hand. “Uh, Thanks Nepen.” You kept your hand to your cheek as you walked away.

Time went on normally, Nepen did bring you company. You told him about your work. About how lonely you were and how hard it was to meet people nowadays. Not that they’d listen like Nepen would. You almost looked forward to your chats. Talking with Nepen…it felt like he was really there, like he listened and agreed with you. Like he provided his own response to you in his own way. You chuckled while sitting in the bay window, looking down at the plant. “Yeah, I know Nepen, I sound crazy.” You stood up and turned back to the plant, pressing a small kiss to the bulb of the pitcher. “But at least you listen to me”

A loud knock on your side door in the kitchen made you groan one day. Those people who delivered your cousin’s products always got your front door and side door confused. You walked down the hallway and passed the entrance to the living room where Nepen sat. “Morning, Nepen!” you called as you walked past and into the kitchen to open the door. You picked up the package and looked at it. This one seemed a bit bigger. You planned on just leaving it in the living room and recording later. You walked into the living room, package in hand and set it down on the couch. You messed with your camera, turning it on and waiting for the screen to start up. When it gave the noise that the camera was ready you pressed the record button and looked through the lens to see what angle it was at. You nearly toppled over the camera at what you saw. Nepen was almost six or more times bigger than it was when you first got him. What. The. Fuck? You set the package down alongside your usual camera set up and walked closer to examine the plant. You lifted his leaves and examined each one. No change other than the size. You lifted the lid of the pitcher and checked inside. You had to stand on your tiptoes to see in. The inside of the plant was clear, filled with that same sticky liquid from before. You thought Nepenthes let the bugs pile up and they had to be cleaned out. Instead you saw what looked like some bulbous head down in the middle. It was yellow and protruded from just above the hole where the stem connected. The-thing started small at the bottom and flared out the closer it got towards the surface. A large round and ribbed head sat on top of the flare. Nepenthes didn’t usually have these. Well, this isn't a Nepenthes, you had no idea what this plant was. You chewed your lip in thought as you set up your camera and began your review.

Ok. Now this was getting ridiculous. Three weeks had gone by and this plant had more than triple in fucking size. You had to replace the pot so many times- getting that stupid sticky liquid all over yourself. Sometimes it made your skin tingle and it felt good sometimes. For some reason you had been feeding the plant more often and each time you did- it got bigger the next day. A fascinated part of you wanted to see how big it was but this was too much. But, this morning you had walked out of your room and had fallen on your ass.

Nepenshad grown to maybe six feet in height, from the very top of his stem all the way down to his roots. It's a miracle that the pot didn’t break. His brown leaves seemed big enough to lay on, their waxy sheen reflecting sunlight. As a matter of fact you could lay on the damn things and they probably would break. But what really shocked you was the pitcher. He was so big you could have crawled inside. The lid was bright green with a red nub sitting on top. The lip of the plant was also green but this time it was lined with red. The green immediately switched to a dark purple that remained until it ombre into the yellow of the stem. He twitched and pulsed when you entered the room. Nepen let out soft purrs and coos that bubbled from going through the liquid inside. The light from the bay window shined through the window and outlined a shape in the pitcher. You squinted your eyes and looked closer, you could make out a tail, floating in the liquid. There was a furry look to it, four paws and…oh no. You shrieked and ran outside your house, phone in hand. First, you called the green house shop. The phone didn’t even ring. You got a message saying the number you called didn't exist. Bullshit it didn’t exist! The proof was in your goddamn living room! Next you called your friend. You didn’t know if they’d even pick up. It’s nice like you were even close. They just hung out because they were in town. What if-

“Hello?”

You nearly sobbed in relief at hearing their voice. “Hey! Oh my god dude, I need you here.” You begged, panic clearly ringing through your voice. “I don’t know who to call, maybe some fucking exterminator or something, I just!” Your friend cut you off.

“Woah woah, slow down man. What did you say? Exterminator? What’s going on?”

“It’s Nepen!” You exclaimed into the phone. “He’s fucking huge! He ate my GODDAMN CAT!” You sobbed into the phone and covered your mouth to avoid taking heaving breaths. “Nepen?” Your friend said through the phone, confused. “Wait, you mean the plant?!” You let out another shaking sob. “I know the worker said the plant could get big, but dude this thing is big enough to eat men, he's moving and he's making noise- I- I don't feel safe here. Please can you come here?!” Your friend tried their best to comfort you through the phone, assuring that they’ll be on the next bus and will be there by tonight, for now just find a reason to stay out of your house.

Hours later you waited at the bus stop, still in shock of what had happened this morning. You had tried to eat something but everytime you eventually threw it up.You shivered and wrapped your coat around yourself tighter, despite the warm weather out, and bounced your leg. A squeal of the bus breaks caught your attention and your head shot up. The city bus squealed to a halt in front of the stop you were at and eventually the doors hissed open, revealing your friend. They jumped down the bus steps and you met within with a relieved hug. “Are you ok?!” they asked, parting with you. You nod shakily, “You need to see it.” Your friend had brought their backpack just in case they needed to spend the night and from the looks of you, they probably did.

You shakily got out your keys and unlocked your side kitchen door. With one final breath you pushed the door open and stomped inside before you lost your nerve, friend in tow. You creeped into the house while your friend closed the door behind themselves and just waltzed in. “Where is Nepen at- Woah!” They exclaimed going from the kitchen to the living room. Their eyes bugged out and their mouth dropped open at the sight of the large plant. It twisted and shuddered around, occasionally flexing his lid. Your friend turned heel and slid back into the kitchen with you. “I thought you were exaggerating-” “I absolutely was not!” You hissed. Your friend thought for a moment, “What about pouring plant killer down its mouth?” They suggested. You shook your head. “Who’s going to get close enough to spray him?” Your friend bit their thumb in thought. They silently began to scrounge for ideas. “You know, maybe we should call some kind of pest control or something. Tell them about what happened.” They said finally, pulling out their phone. You sighed and leaned against the counter. “You’re going to have to look up the closest one. We don’t have one in this town.” Your friend opened their search engine and quickly typed in ‘Pest control near me’. They walked over and leaned against the counter next to you. “Would pest control or animal control be better?” They looked over at you. Plants could be pests in some cases- but was Nepen even a plant anymore? You raised one hand thinking aloud. “Well on one hand, pest control has all these sprays you know? Foggers, gasses, and poison that could deal with Nepens.” You raised your other hand, looking down at it. “On the other hand animal control has like, tranquilizers, I think…” Your friend sighed and looked back down at their phone. “No, pest control is better. They are equipped to kill things.” You looked towards the living room entrance regretfully. Kill? As stupid as it was, you got close to the plant. You spoke to him, and he listened to you almost. But, no. You need to remember. This thing ate your CAT! Your friend began to dial the pest control number and set it on speaker.

“Hello, thank you for calling Johnny’s Pest Control Service. My name is Manny, how can I help you?” A pleasant voice asked over the phone. “Hi,” Your friend said, “I have a carnivorous plant that has uh, sorta gotten out of control and I need someone to come down as soon as you can to kill it. I don't want it trimmed, moved, anything. I need it dead.” They declared into the phone. “A carnivorous plant? That's new. Well we don’t have any room for emergency appointments today, but we can put you on a waiting list for the first emergency team tomorrow and have them get to you right away?” The man on the phone offered. “If that doesn’t sound ok with you we can schedule something.”

“No!” You interjected quickly. “We want to be on the list for the immediate team.” Your voice was shaky as you kept an eye on the living room entrance. A few clicks came from the other end of the phone line. “Alright then, I have a notification set to be sent out first thing in the morning to our teams and wrote a note just to be sure.” You and your friend both sighed in relief. “Thank you, thank you very much.” Your friend said as they hung up the phone. You slide down the counter and onto the ground in a sitting position. “Hey,” your friend lowered down to squat next to you. “Hey, it's ok we're getting someone here.” You closed your eyes and nodded with a groan. “Do you want something to eat? I can cook something-” Your friend looked up and around the kitchen, ready to make some food. “No,” you groaned out. “Can we just… go to bed?” you opened your eyes and turned to your friend, exhausted. Your friend nodded and reached down to take your hand. They pulled you up, “Yeah, we can go to bed. Uh. This may sound weird but, I don't want to be alone if that thing-""God, no. Me too!” you already knew what your friend was going to ask. “I actually would prefer it if you slept with me.” Nepen growled from the other room, spitting out gobs of liquid as he did. They splashed onto the floor making the two of you jump. “Yeah,” Your friend began to drag you along down the hallway to your room. “Yep!” you agreed as the two of you ran down to safety. Passing the living room entrance on the way. You stole a glance of the purple monster as it began to move even more, gurgling and whimpering out for you.

You slammed the door to your bedroom shut as the two of you made it inside, breathing hard. “Why me?” You asked, flopping onto your bed. Your friend dropped their back pack onto the floor and sighed, sitting next to you. “I don’t know man…” They reached down and unzipped their back, pulling out some toothpaste and a toothbrush. “But let's just get ready for bed.” You rolled over and nodded in agreement. You pushed yourself up off the bed and went over to your dresser, rummaging around for a T shirt and a clean pair of boxers. “Yep…”

While your friend brushed their teeth and got ready for bed in the bathroom, you tugged off your clothes and threw them in the hamper. You pulled on your pajamas and sat on the bed patiently until it was time to switch. When your friend got out and you went in, you were methodical. Brushing your teeth slowly. You felt numb at the situation. You stared off into the mirror until you felt a drop of toothpaste on your hand, reminding you to spit into the sink and rinse your mouth. You turned off the light and left the bathroom to see your friend standing there. “Uh,” they hugged a pillow to their chest sheepishly. “I didn’t know what side of the bed you usually slept on so- so I just waited.” They admitted, scratching the back of their neck bashfully. “Doesn't matter.” You muttered back, crawling onto the side closest to the bathroom. Your friend copied you and crawled under the sheets on the other side, adjusting their pillow accordingly. “Hey,” they whispered to get your attention. You let out a hum and turned on your side to see them better. “It’ll be ok.” They smiled, trying to be reassuring. You rolled back over and reached for your lamp. “Let's hope so.” you replied, turning out the light.

You woke up to screaming that night. Your friend grabs your arm and dig their nails into you, drawing blood. You shot up out of bed and on instinct grabbed them back, tightly. Once you blinked the grog out of your eyes you finally assessed what was going on. Your friend desperately clung to you, they were fixed on a large yellow vine wrapping around thie leg and ragging them out of bed. You pulled back against the vine with effort, but you couldn’t di too much against the strength of Nepen. Your friend shrieked and kicked at the plant with all their might before another vine had grabbed onto their other leg. With the combined strength of both vines, your friend was ripped from your arms and onto the floor. They clawed at the floor, screaming your name.

“Help! FUcking do something!” They sobbed, nails etching marks into the floor as they were dragged out of the room. You jumped out of bed on pure adrenaline and chased after your friend. In the hallway just before the house opened up into the kitchen/living room you grabbed onto your friends hands. You braced your legs against the doorframe and tried to pull back with all your might. But it was no use. Another vibe came out of nowhere and wrapped around your middle, ripping you away from your friend. “Put him down!” They screamed, furiously beating at the plant vines with their fists. Nepen dragged the two of you into the living room and growled lowly at your friend. The liquid within his pitcher sloshed about and splashed on the floor. Spraying you and your friend a bit. Your friend struggled, doing everything they could. They pulled at the vines, bit them, kicked them. But nothing stopped Nepen from lifting them into the air. Your friend inhaled one last time to scream profanities at the monster, when Nepen’s vines wrapped around their neck, snapping it.

You froze, stopping your struggling and covered your mouth in shock. You let out muffled screams as Nepen dropped your friend's body onto the floor with a thud. Their eyes were still open. Staring at you. Nepen began to lift up as well slightly and you began your struggle again. “No!” you begged, tears beginning to form in your eyes. “Please, please don’t! Nepen!” Nepen didn’t appear to be listening to you. He brought you closer and closer to the opening of his pitcher and opened his lid. You reached your hands out to prevent it from falling on top of you and sending you into his stomach. But that wasn’t Nepen’s goal. You groaned at the gross feeling of Nepen rubbing the underside of his lid on your palms, sticky glands on either side of his lid were dripping liquid into you. It smelled sweet and it tingled. You ripped your hands away in shock, allowing Nepen to press your face into the glands instead. You coughed and heaved as the liquid smeared across your face and got into your mouth. You swallowed and gagged trying to clear your airways. The liquid must have had something in it because it burned all the way down your throat. You felt it enter your stomach and the burning feeling began to spread throughout your body. Your limbs began to feel heavy and you could barely move. Not that you were tired, you just didn't have the energy to lift your arms. The burning was the worst at your crotch. You moaned and thre your head back, still dangling in the air, as you felt blood pump to your cock. Nepen squeezed your middrift within his vines adding to the pressure. You tried to struggle once more but that just made it worse. The movement grazed your cock and send shivers up your spine.

Nepen purred at the sight of you. You had tears running down your face and you let out little grunts trying to get away from the sensations you were experiencing. Nepen lifted you higher and opened his lid once more, lowering you into his pitcher. You mumbled out ‘no’s’ as he lowered you in, your back resting on his lip. The liquid inside his cup felt warm and it did not harm your skin. Your boxers and lower half of your shirt however fizzed and dissolved away as he lowered you within. That large prick you saw before when Nepen was small. The yellow one with the flared tip and ball. It is even bigger now than it was before. Nearly as long as your godman leg. You whined and struggled some more. Still believing that you were going to be eaten by your plant. Your friend’s lifeless body on the ground was beginning to grow cold. ‘He’s probably saving the meal for later.’ The thought made you cry out. But the grinding of Nepen’s prick against your cock made the cry turn into a lower moan. Nepen’s lid clamped out on you, trapping your upper half outside of his body and your elbows down inside his liquid filled pitcher. Nepen rolled you in his mouth, grinding you against his prick. The texture of it was waxy and ridged. You wanted to be disgusted but your body just felt so good. You moaned out lowly, still trying to fight. Nepen extended more growths off of his stem and slipped them into the pitcher with you. The smooth vines wrapped around the shaft of your cock and began to pump it slowly and experimentally. Sometimes you’d jack off in the living room and Nepen would listen. He wanted to hear the sounds you’d make before. You squirmed and let out light whines as Nepen dragged the thin vines up and down your cock. He cooed and slithered the vines down to cup and squeeze your balls. This made you yelp a bit and look down at Nepen’s lid as best you could -unable to see what was happening. Pleasure climbed its way up your spider as Nepen ran the tips of his vines around your tip, he especially ran his vines between the slit on your cock. You swallowed a loud yelp mixed with a gasp and Nepen slipped his vine into your urethra experimentally. Nepen purred at the noise, making the liquid you sat in bubble. He continued to strike your tip and shaft up and down as he worked his stem in and out of your urethra. The inside of your cock felt strained and burned every time he moved. But it felt so fucking good. It made you throw your head back and legs shake. You breathed out little hiccups and whined as he squeezed your cock once more. You looked down once more in confusion as you felt all stems leave your body at once. The one within you pulled out quick and scraped against your sides making you arch your back.

That liquid that you swallowed earlier was affecting you. You were sweating and panting already. When Nepen’s touch left you you rolled your hips in his juices feeling so much from the smallest stimulation of the liquid’s current running against you. Your head was foggy and your nipples ached from phantom pleasure. Nepen prodded your rear gently with his stems, the liquid you sat in acted as lube making you slick and smooth everywhere. The stem slipped in with a harsh pop. “MMmmn!” You bit your lips trying to muffle the sounds that came from you. Nepens prodded around your insides, curling and uncurling his stems. They just barely touched your prostate so you grinded down back on them. You gasped loudly and you felt Nepen flinch around you. “There!” you gurgled, closing your eyes and squeezing them shut. You rolled your hips down so his stmes kept hitting your special spot. Nepen slowly began to understand and started moving again, this time continuously hitting yout pretty pleasure button. He slithered another few vines around your cock and began to pump again. The combined effort set a brutal pace and you could hear the gross movement from through the liquid. You gurgled out a moan and bit your lip so hard you almost drew blood. Nepen pumped and propped and pushed in every way he could. It was torture how fast your orgasm was creeping up onto you, you were so fucking close. His stems slithered out and pulled your ass open and your legs apart. Nepen pressed the ball of his prick against your ass hole and you felt your heart catch in your throat.

“Wait no! Nepen, you didn't prep! That wasn’t enough-!” You let out a loud scream as Nepen pressed his round tip in. Your ass stretched painfully and you tried to force yourself to relax to make it as easy as possible for you. It was hard though, even with Nepen’s fluid flooding your insides and slicking them up. Your ass felt like it was sitting in cold slime but it was on fucking fire at the same time. You felt tears begin to gather in your eyes as Nepen’s tip finally popped it. You exhaled a breath you didn’t know you were holding, making your headache. Nepen moved his prick back and forth, it didn’t do much. It simply pulled against your asshole- never pulling out just tugging. You figured this was the best you’ll get for stretching and you had to think fast before he tried to ram the rest of the giant thing up you. You clawed the insides of Nepen and began to lift your hips up, you popped out half of Nepen’s rounded tip before he gurgled in panic and rammed back into you. “UGh! Fuck!’ You yelled out in a mix of pain and pleasure. You looked down at the plant, already panting hard. “Nepen ,” You said slowly, “I’m not trying to stop this but I need to get used to this…” You tried to explain to him as best you could. You paused for a moment thinking he was processing what you instead, but instead Nepen took this chance to push harder, forcing your ass to engulf the large flare beneath his tip. You actually screamed this time, whose spherical tip was pressed right against your proteste. The fared bottom was forcing a bugle in your stomach, tapering down so your asshole could actually relax a bit more. You squirm at the pain only causing more stimulation to your prostate.

“Ha-Oh fuck.” You squeaked out, feeling your predicament. Nepen wasn’t going to wait. He wanted you now. He began to pull his ridged prick out. “Nepen-Please!” You begged. “I need a moment!” But your pleas remained unanswered. He only forced his way back inside and stole the air from your lungs. His yellowed dick seemed to be secreting something. It was thicker than the liquid you were sitting in and made your ass relax some more. You tingled as some dripped out and mixed in with the outside juices. Nepen slowly increased his speed but kept the same level of thrusts. He went faster but not harder. You let out moans each time he pushed into you. The liquid within the pitcher closed up and would graze your nipples. Your chest tingled as the top of your shirt dissolved where the liquid splashed. Nepen continued the pace letting out more of his purrs bringing you closer and closer to your edge. He opened his lid fully and you had to quickly reach up and grab the sides of his lip to prevent yourself from falling into the liquid. The sight of Nepen pounding you makes you drool in awe. “Oh, god.” You watched as each time Nepen pulled back and thrusted in a large bulge formed in your stomach. Your legs shook and trembled as you attempted to compensate for the large girth. You were so close just a little more!

Nepen quickly and painfully pulled himself from you. The nectar that his prick produced began to flood the pitcher, raising the level. Your mouth dropped open in surprise. “Did you just-?” Nepen didn't let you finish as he grabbed your arms with his vines and threw you forwards. You grabbed onto where his lid met his body and held tight. His cock was pressed right against you, nectar pouring out still and dripping onto your head. A large glob ran down your back and you had to wipe your eyes clear. You gingerly pressed your lips against his top and gave Nepen kitten licks. He let out content purrs and pressed your further into his cock. It proudly stood over your head and you swallowed, thankful he didn’t try to fit the whole thing inside you. For now. You felt something squeeze down on your cock and you looked down as best you could. The hole just under Nepen’s cock had engulfed your cock within it. This was the hole that led to his stem.

“HA! Oh Oh OH SHIT FUCK!” you screamed and clawed down on Nepen’s cock. He had started to move you quickly and roughly, forcing you to fuck his hole. It was warm compared to the liquid around you and it squeezed around you in different areas at once. It was like a nice warm throat. Nepen’s movement was awkward and rough so you placed your hands on the lip of his pitcher once more and began to take control. You rolled your hips slowly and fucked the hole gently. You moaned at the stimulation and began to lick up and down Nepen’s cock as best you could. The constant movement and previous monster in your ass made your hips ache with pain. Nepen gladly took back over, rolling you into him. He wanted you to cum right into his stem. To fill him up and mix your cum with his. He’d be digesting it for weeks to savor the flavor. Nepen slipped his vines within your ass once more and began to pet your prostate as he rolled your hips. The combined pleasure brought tears to your eyes and you couldn't hold back anymore from the teasing.

“Nepen! Please, I’m gonna cum!” You yelled to the monster, gripping onto the monster’s cock. Nepen just moved faster waiting for you to bust this time. “Oh SHit!” you exclaimed. The cord within your stomach that was building the whole time finally snapped and you began to spill within Nepen. Small strings of white escaped from the hole and began to float around you, mixing with the liquid you were in. But Nepen didn't stop. He keeps moving you, purrs getting louder and louder. “Nepen!” You yelled, “Stop! It’s too much, much!” Nepen didn’t listen, he just kept slamming you into him until a large spurt came from his prick. You looked up and an orange thick substance, the nectar from before, fell right onto your face and into your open mouth. He tasted sweet and it was intoxicating. You wiped the cum out of your eyes and breathed hard, trying to catch your breath. You pushed away from Nepen’s lid to rest over the other side of him. You rested there and looked towards your friend’s still dead body.

Maybe, just maybe, a larger than life carnivorous plant wasn’t too bad to keep in your house. Besides…you already had his next meal. You smiled and laid your head down.

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One time I was walking around by myself downtown (don't remember what I was doing there lol) and was wearing one of my tails, and as I crossed the street some younger teens (probably like late middle school/early high school) started barking at me once we were on different sides of the street. I turned around and playfully was like "C'mon I literally hear that all the time, be more original!", to which they then proceeded to start meowing at me instead. Then a couple of them started apologizing for their friend's behavior, and one of them asked if it (referring to my tail) was a kink thing. "No, I just think it looks cool :)" I told them before they waved at me and walked off.

Honestly shout out to them lol, I hardly ever get negative reactions out in public with my gear but when I do it's almost always kids just trying to goof around and look cool in front their friends, and most likely aren't genuinely trying to be malicious. Never put yourself in danger or submit to harassment ofc, but also never forget that taking a second to put your guard down and just talking to someone can go a really long way.

jsyk, most people aren’t dickwads about therian gear irl.

whenever i do quads, it’s public quads becuase i don’t have a backyard, i live in an apartment complex.

i have had in depth conversations with people who reacted positively to seeing me do quads.

i have talked at length with unhoused people in full therian gear (using only my AAC no less)

i literally just waved and said hi (with gestures, bc i can’t talk) to some landscapers who were cleaning up the grass on the field i usually do quads at! they asked me how i was doing and i nodded and smiled.

it’s literally only losers on social media who are gonna shit on you. i have gotten one, irl negative reaction to someone seeing me do quads in full gear. which was immediately shut down when i smiled and waved.

in general, real life people don’t care how you’re dressed, or that you’re doing a weird sport. they care that you are kind and pleasant to them.

if they do care, being out in public and being face to face (and not hiding behind a screen) with you is gonna greatly change how they interact with you.

do whatever you want forever. no one is gonna stop you. i love you.

As promised, the final products of how I ended up styling these !! (Wander ear and waist reveal no fucking way guys ((not clickbait :0))

went to a thrift store earlier today and got this super cute collar + vintage rabies vaccination tag

im not super big on wearing collars (hate the feeling of pressure against my neck, also im not domestic lol) so i'll probably use the collar as an accessory for my pants or something, and I think i'll turn the rabies tag into an earring !! 𐂯 ‧₊˚ ⏾

Not taking into consideration the limits of modern tech or affordability, Vernids are a super good representation of what my ideal physical species transition would look like, short of just straight up shapeshifting.

(Art not mine)

When trying to envision my ideal form, the biggest obstacle Ive run into is trying to choose which kintype I'd lean into most heavily, like whether I'd want to be predominantly wildebeest or african wild dog, a pretty impossible task since prioritizing one at the expense of others would still leave me feeling incomplete.

But with Vernids, most of the core traits I'd want in a physical form remain present (digitigrade legs, paws, fur, etc.), but are still kinda shuffled around to create something new altogether. I think literally the only thing I'd change is I would probably want shorter, more canine-like ears. But otherwise if I could press a button to look like these guys I'd do it so fast.

Jumping on the species transition plans trend lol, here are some ways I plan to physically and socially transition !

Physical:

• Fang Implants

- I will get these if it kills me.

• Digitigrade Leg Prosthetics

- Stupid expensive but omfg these would bring me sm euphoria, even if I could only wear them every now and then. Paws crossed they'll become cheaper and more accessible in the near future.

• Realistic Tail with Silicone Core

- Also generally pricey but significantly more accessible. I love wearing taxidermy tails but am always frustrated by how disproportionate they are to the size of my body and how they just limply hang there, having smth that looks more natural and moves with my body would be huge.

• Tattoos

- Unsure of what exactly I'd want, maybe paw/hopf prints on the backs of my hands?

• Colored Contacts

- Would need to find some that are comfortable, durable, and don't impact my vision too much (im blind enough as is), but Im very ready to go "It's the fluorescents 😒" mode.

• Reflective Contacts

- I have absolutely no idea if these are real things or not but I would actually kill a man to have contacts that reflect back when someone shines a light on them in the dark.

• Piercings

- Idk lots of piercings just give me werewolf vibes ig lol, currently planning to get a second industrial, 1-2 eyebrow piercings, and snakebites.

• Muscles

- Having more visible muscles/being strong is very animalistic to me, after all most animals in the wild have to be physically fit to survive.

• Realistic Ear Headband

- Goes along the tail, would love to wear these frequently and casually out in public. Kemonomimi gaining popularity has opened up so many possibilities to me it's epic.

• Top Surgery

- Species identity and gender identity are deeply linked for me, most things that are gender affirming are also species affirming and vice versa. Having a flat chest would feel hella animal-like.

Social:

• Come Out to Friends and Family

- This is definitely the biggest one. Unfortunately greater society isn't really ready for species transition, but some individuals definitely are. Basically just let those I trust know who I am, and that it would be wonderful if they could refer to me as nonhuman when they can :]

• Unmask Animalistic Behaviors in Public

- Be less afraid to be a little more nonhuman around others like it's the most normal thing in the world. Using my hand to bat at my ear when it itches, yip and whimper to accentuate words, practice quadrobics, etc.

• Advocacy

- Talk to people irl about nonhuman identities, be visible at events, create informative resources, even if it's scary. Most people have no idea that we exist, showing them that we're out there and here to stay paves the way for successful transition on a larger scale.

Hopefully more options will become possible soon, those of us looking to pursue species transition are kinda limited by the technology of our time, which sucks balls. Especially for someone like me who doesn't like body/facial hair or extreme body mods, I dont have too many realistic options for the time being. Oh well, just means I'll have to get creative i guess.

Fictional characters that I headcanon as alterhuman/speciesqueer and why !

Not my usual content but whatever this is my blog and I can do whatever I want :P

Nimona (Nimona 2023) - Speciesfluid

I rlly don't think I need to explain this one lol. Moving on!

(Couldn't find a flag for this </3)

Robin (Robin Robin 2021) - BiSpecies

Refers to herself as a mouse throughout the whole movie and wears her feathers purposefully styled to resemble mouse ears, continues to happily wear said ears even after embracing her identity as a bird. She's a bird and a mouse without a doubt.

Luz Noceda (The Owl House 2020) - Otherhearted

I dont have much reasoning behind this tbh, I just feel in my soul that she's alterhuman in someway (projecting) and it seems fitting for her, probably bat hearted or smth lol

Standford Pines (Gravity Falls 2012) - Nonhuman

Are you seriously gonna try and tell me that this man traveled across the multiverse for years and still came back feeling completely human? Yeah right

Jinx (Arcane 2021) - Voidpunk

Also dont feel like this one needs a lot of explanation :P

Roz (The Wild Robot 2024) - Transspecies

"I feel fine" "You are defective. You are in the wrong place, and you have become the wrong thing." Damn okay we're not choosing to be subtle about this huh? Also our quadrobics queen <3

Enid Sinclair (Wednesday 2022) - Therian

Casually refers to herself as a cat despite (supposedly) being a wereWOLF, mannerisms and personality resemble a social feline more than a canine, especially compared to the other werewolves we see in the show. I know what you are Sinclair 👁️👁️

Rafiki (Mufasa 2024) - Alterbeing/Species Non-Conforming

Is largely unbothered when others refer to him as a baboon, only corrects them when he's trying to make a point. I just feel like he'd be very chill about identity and have a sort of go with the flow attitude towards it.

Vee (The Owl House 2020) - BiAnthro

Girl is LITERALLY human and nonhuman simultaneously. Look at her. She is 1000% too cool for anyone else's binaries.

Masha (The Owl House 2020) - Therian/Otherkin

I. just. KNOW. this bitch runs a therian tumblr blog. Idk how but I do. Def joined the community through tiktok before eventually making the switch to tumblr and was able to fully grow into themselves and their identity. Teaches Vee how to do quadrobics.

Lest (Arcane 2021) - Transspecies

Transfem catgirls go prrrrrrrr

Hunter (The Owl House 2020) - Furry

Dude loves wolves, literally makes his own wolf shirt so he can wear it around. Im sorry but it does not get anymore furry coded than that. Also I just think the mental image of him running around in a fursuit is hilarious and I love it sm

RADQUEERS AND PROSHIPPERS FUCK OFF THIS POST IS NOT FOR YOU. IF I SEE YALL INTERACTING IM INFECTING YOU WITH RABIES ON SIGHT

went to a thrift store earlier today and got this super cute collar + vintage rabies vaccination tag

im not super big on wearing collars (hate the feeling of pressure against my neck, also im not domestic lol) so i'll probably use the collar as an accessory for my pants or something, and I think i'll turn the rabies tag into an earring !! 𐂯 ‧₊˚ ⏾

developing a kintype/theriotype via subconscious imprinting is actually so funny when u think about it, this shit deadass like when martha ate alphabet soup and suddenly learned to speak english somehow

finally got the piercings ive been wanting for years the other day (!!) and i haven't quite gotten used to the extra weight of the earrings being in so i very much feel like this rn lol

Just for the record, I would like to clarify that while yes this post is 1000% inclusive of therians/otherkin/alterhumans in general, in fact one of the main reasons I wrote it stemmed from my frustration about there not being enough species-inclusive language within human dominated society for individuals who don't conform to ideas about humanity, it's also very much so about biological/theriform animals as well. Please do not leave these beings out in discussions about anti-homo sapien supremacy and speciesism.

Your beloved childhood dog is just as much of a person as your dog therian friend is. Centering human lived experiences at the expense of other creatures, even from nonhuman people, is still a form of speciesism, please don't forget about the different kinds of animals you share the Earth with when talking about making the world a more welcoming and inclusive place!!

I think we need to normalize using "people" as a species neutral word.

Like idk in my brain the word people just doesn't automatically = human. To me it's just a way to signify intelligence and individuality, and to emphasize the need for respect towards another creature, not specific to any one species.

Dogs can be people, mice can be people, dragons can be people, humans can be people, birds can be people, elves can be people, robots can be people, and so on.

It's also (in my opinion) just much easier than always saying "beings" or "individuals" when referring to varying assortments of creatures.

Interested about if any other critters out there have had experiences with medications impacting shifts in some capacity!

For me, I get hella dog cameo mental shifts when Im on my adhd meds lmao. I have absolutely no idea why, but it's kinda cool ig. Arf arf.

I felt the first twinge of migratory instincts yesterday.

There wasn't anything particularly significant about the day. It was a bit warmer than it had been the previous week, the temperature jumping from low 30s up into mid 50s. It was drizzling and most of the snow has melted by now, but one could hardly say it was spring weather just yet. But regardless, some voice inside me started its quiet whisper "it's time to get going".

Ive had these instincts for years now, long before I ever realized I was a therian, much less a wildebeest specifically. They've grown more intense as I've gotten older, as is the case with most of my alterhuman tendencies, though they've become less overwhelming since Ive graduated high school and haven't been cooped up inside 7 hours a day.

Biological wildebeest are kind of constantly on the move, always following the rains, though the real spectacle of their travel actually does begin around this time of year, although season-wise it's nearly autumn for them rather than the start of spring like it is for us up here. They begin to migrate northwest, but interestingly my instinct always, without fail, guides me southeast, down towards Florida. I guess in some way that makes sense, we're both heading towards the same general region just with different starting points.

As spring blooms further here in the U.S, I know my instincts will get stronger and stronger, they always do. I'll crave the travel to warmer, wetter climates, encouraged by downpours and claps of thunder in the distance. My soul will scream at me to pack a small bag and just start walking, I never want to travel exclusively by car or plane, walking is what feels most natural. Trekking alongside what should be thousands and thousands of others who look, feel, and sound exactly like me, lost in a faceless herd.

It's beyond frustrating to long for a nomadic lifestyle in a society that all but demands a sedentary one. School, jobs, relationships, none of those things are built to properly survive a season of walking/hitchhiking across the country, at least not without serious fore-planning. Maybe one day I'll make it happen, hopefully I will, but it likely wont be for many years. I have too much going on right now. Until then I'll continue wishing I could just drop everything and head southeast the second I hear that whisper.

the werewolf (me) has begun its nightly hunt to satiate its ravenous hunger (air frying chicken strips after work)

Putting myself back out into the dating scene has reminded me of how scary the thought of coming out as nonhuman to others can be, and the thought of having to come out to a human partner has been giving me a decent bit of anxiety.

It's easy with friends, most just accept that there's something a little "not human" about me, whether that comes from being a furry or just a general vibe, they get it. I don't have to actually sit down and explain exactly what I am to them unless I really really want to. But it's different with a partner, someone I want to be in a serious long term relationship with. It isn't something I could just casually neglect to tell them, at least not forever. I've always been bad at hiding things about myself from others, having to keep my therianthropy a secret from someone Im in a serious relationship with would be next to impossible, not to mention emotionally exhausting. I would want them to know and embrace it, but I can't pretend like there isn't a possibility that wont happen. Coming out to partners in the past hasn't gone quite the way Ive would have liked, nothing bad, but it just ended up feeling like an unspoken taboo between us and it kinda made me feel like shit. Like it was something that they loved me in spite of.

Ideally I'd love to be with another alterhuman, but obviously that more than halves my available options which are already small to begin with on account of the whole being gay thing. Idk it just stresses me out, I wish I could feel comfortable being my full self around someone else, animal and all, but I don't think Im ever going to find someone who isn't a little weirded out by it unfortunately.

Hi we need to bring this back immediately thanks

Link to wiki page

ive been in the alterhuman community for years atp and it genuinely still amazes me that there are actually people out there who just feel... totally human. all the time. like what lol.

Im gonna say smth that a lot of yall aren't gonna like but whatever Im tired of nobody talking about it.

The therian community's obsession with zoos is stunting a lot of the cultural growth that we could be having rn.

Soooo many of us are so goddamn busy with trying to prove that we're not zoos or accusing each other of being zoos or shouting from every rooftop available that we're different than zoos, when we could be doing so many more productive things.

You wanna keep potentially dangerous individuals out of the community, I understand that, really I do. But do you wanna know how many animals are saved from abuse by us dogpiling (no pun intended) on someone who incorporates their nonhumanity into kink? Or who speaks honestly about genitalia dysphoria, or instincts to court members of the species they identify as? Or hell, who even acknowledges that there is an overlap between therianthropy and zoo attraction? Zero.

It doesn't really protect anyone, all it does is prevent us from speaking honestly about our experiences, diving into the nitty gritty of what it actually means to be an animal living as and among humans, out of fear that something we told to someone in confidence is going to end up in a google doc next week. No, wanting to have nonhuman body parts does not automatically make you attracted to biological animals. No, being attracted to alterhumans over humans does not automatically make you attracted to biological animals. No, wishing you had a nonhuman family does not automatically make you attracted to biological animals. The only thing that makes you attracted to biological animals is being attracted to biological animals. It truly is not rocket science.

I haven't seen it be as much of an issue here on Tumblr because I guess there's overall less mob mentality and beings are more capable of using critical thinking skills, it's just been frustrating watching so many of the younger/newer members of the community turn into the "crucify zoos at any and all costs" club and trying to strong arm all forms of animalistic sexual expression out of the community to avoid any possible association with zoos from outsiders (spoiler alert: you could sanitize the entire community to the point of chemical burns and uneducated doorknobs would still swear up and down that every last one of us are zoos)

hey so like literally tell me why i casually talking with one of my friends earlier today after class, and out of nowhere she started telling me about tumblr therians and werewolves, and how she had to explain to her sister one time what a therian was because she accidentally interacted with one our posts and it flooded her dash with therian content

WHILE I WAS WEARING MY THETA DELTA NECKLACE

deadass just stood there like

"damn that's so crazy lmao"

jumpscared bruh

"you cant identify as transspecies, thats not a real thing!! you'll always be human it's not even possible to transition to another species!!"

Fucking. Watch me.

how it feels when my human friends send me wolf and dog videos because they remind them of me

my new year's resolution (yes ik it's mid january stfu) is to talk about and make more content relating to my other kintypes and focus a little bit less on my coyote/wolf/werewolf-ness

dont get me wrong, i do enjoy talking about those parts of myself and they are important. but my other kintypes are also really important. ive been guilty of letting them take a bit of a backseat because ik more people will be able to relate to living as a canine and that kind of content is going to get the most traction. but in doing that i know im doing myself and my community a huge disservice, and i want to try to do that less.

like yes im very much so a coyote and a lycanthrope, but im also an otter and a wildebeest and an african wild dog and a survivor of the apocalypse and a corvid and a reindeer, and i want to talk about those things too !

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

I think one of the greatest feelings an individual can experience is believing for years that you're fundamentally different from everyone else in the world in some way and that you're the only person alive who experiences something in a particular way, and then one day all of a sudden you stumble onto another person like you and all you can think is "Im not the only one?"

How are you TransSpecies but also dont want TransIDs to interact with you?/genq

TransSpecies is a Trans Identity/nm

Yep you're right, transspecies is a trans identity, not transID, it's a normal and healthy identity to have, similarly to transgender. It is neither discriminatory to minority groups nor impossible to achieve transition for the way that transIDs are. It's also a label that's been used within the alterhuman community long before transID terminology ever became a thing, it's just something that's been stolen from us against our wishes. If transgender isn't transID then neither is transspecies, and if it is then there's literally no reason to have the distinction between "trans" and "transID" to begin with.

I don't want transID interacting with me because they fetishize and promote stereotypes about a lot of already stigmatized groups of people, some of which I myself am a part of or of which many of my friends are. I will not stand for discrimination here. There are some transID's I feel slightly more neutral on (ex. transage or transoccupation, pretty much any that don't specifically target marginalized groups) and don't really care all that much if they wanna interact for whatever reason, but overall Ive found transID individuals in general to be very insulting and entitled and would generally just prefer not to engage with them.

I have a more in-depth explanation of this sort of thing a little ways down on my blog but that just about covers the basics I think, thanks for the ask! <3 :]

Just wanted to throw this out there rq but just to make it clear I love receiving messages from folks and am super duper okay with DM's !! Id like to be more personally involved with the community beyond just shitposts and reblogs lmao, and I have so many genuinely amazing and cool mutuals I'd love to get to know better so if anyone ever wants to start up a convo in DM's, ask me questions, or send random kintype posts accompanied by a "you" message, Im 1000% down for that :]

I forgot to make a post about it sooner lol, but I ended up printing out a bunch of those theta delta stickers I designed a while back! I didn't sell them or anything, just for personal use and to give out to other therians I encountered irl, but I had a ton of fun sticking them up around Washington over the course of a few months so enjoy a quick photo dump :3

If anyone encounters any of these (or others, there's some i didn't include here) out in the real world don't be afraid to shoot me a message and let me know! id absolutely love to see how they're holding up <3 Therian pride 4ever ∞

Also if anyone is curious i used StickerApp to get them printed and would highly recommend to anyone interested in making stickers of their own, they have awesome service and great quality for the price!