Jay!

i love laying in the sun

i love watching the late summer storms roll in

i love walking through green bushes and forests, going on hikes and being apart of nature

being able to sit outside at night without freezing my ass off

You are not going to pass a skillcheck against a rip current once it has you.

Waves will not bow to your physical prowess no matter how impressive.

Shock does not care that you used to be on your school swim team.

If you hit your head, being good at swimming isn't going to turn you face-up while you're unconscious.

"therians dont ACTUALLY believe they're animals" EXTREMELY LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER ❌️❌️❌️ this is literally me im typing this with my talons rn /silly

That’s enough talking for me, mmhm

-🌌💜💫

Gimme tips on relieving beak dysphoria, gimme different walking strides of different bird species (like shuffle walking across roots for parrots and the long strides of secretary birds x>

Tree climbing tips for people who struggle physically! FORAGING IN IRL

PARROTS. WE SKIN OUR FRUITS. ITS SO FUN YOU SHOULD TRY IT.

N E S T I N G

I LOVE NESTING SO MUCH, outdoors, indoors in my bed

I reflect often on how alterhumanity was what preserved me. That ending up as what and who I am is what saved me from what seemed like unavoidable death. Losing the identity of human gave me power at a time in which I had none. I could either accept what had become of me, or refuse and perish into the empty stillness. If I had the choice to be human, I would refuse every single time. I am delighted by who and what I am. Dare I say I was overjoyed by the process of “corruption”, as one born in a religious home constantly emphasizing “purity” and stasis.

But as of late, I have wrongfully covered up that aspect of my life, hoping to wait for better time in the world to be myself. What a fool I am. My strength is in that aspect. The moment you forget what you are is the moment you concede power to those who want you gone. I desired to avoid the toxicity I know that comes with people online, but I am forced to realize there are people who need to hear voices like mine.

And to them, I say: I know you are out there. I know you are frustrated by the expectation to keep things whimsical and palatable. I know you are ashamed of your grim truth and style. I know you are troubled by being “the odd otherkin out” and frustrated that you cannot mimic the expressions of others. I have been here this whole time. Feeling unwelcome for my experience with vampirism, for my own story, for my refusal to think in monochrome duality. I know what it is like to be you. And you should be respected completely.

you have to be kinder to people who are slow processors.

you have to be kinder to people who don't understand your jokes.

you have to be kinder to people who forget important dates.

you have to be kinder to people with cognitive decline.

you have to be kinder to people who were always this way, too.