this skunk bites.

hey. this is my weird, messy little therian blog where i scream into the void about everything i used to be, everything i still am, and everything this flesh suit isn’t.

if you’re here for polished aesthetics, perfect grammar, or calm energy: you are in the wrong fucking forest. this place smells like roadkill, cheap cologne, and longing.

☣︎ I AM AN ADULT MINORS FUCK OFF

WHAT I DO HERE (badly)

> i miss being me. i miss running. i miss teeth.

and now i make content about it. terribly. <3

✦ shifting talk – mental/phantom shifts, memories, dreams, dissociation, all the good feral shit

✦ skunk + hyena rambles – the best animals, don’t argue, i will bite

✦ therian fanfics – self-indulgent messes full of animal yearning, identity confusion, maybe teeth

✦ (fucking terrible) moodboards – if it looks like a tumblr post from 2008 and it makes u feel weird, i win. (you can request moodboards)

✦ communication cards + templates – for when words suck but you still gotta scream

✦ vent posts – grief, dysphoria, missing my real self, the ache in my chest when i’m in the wrong skin

WHO I AM

☣︎ james / tem

☣︎ 19

☣︎ he / it / stink / star

☣︎ gay boy

☣︎ hyena/skunk/snow leopard therian

☣︎ puppetkin

☣︎ fictionkin

☣︎ emotionally decomposing

☣︎ angry lil beast tryna find its fangs again

☣︎ neurodivergent

☣︎ mentally ill and spiritually loud

☣︎ not human. never was. never will be.

☣︎ agere acc (sfw only)

☣︎ selfship acc

☣︎ stupid fucking strawpage:

DNI (dead serious)

don’t fucking talk to me if you’re any of the following:

bootlickers

cops / cop supporters

terfs / swerfs / radfems / "gender critical" freaks

nazis / fascists / nationalists

ableists / anti-psych people

transmeds / truscum

endogenic “systems”

anti-therian / “cringe culture” accounts

zoos / maps / pro-para / “fiction doesn’t affect reality”

fetish/kink blogs (go outside and jump off of a cliff)

body-shamers / people who judge folks for stimming, shifting, or masking weirdly

“it’s just a phase” ass clowns

anyone who thinks skunks aren’t badass

CLOSING THOUGHTS

> this blog is for the wild things.

the lonely hyenas and stinky little forest spirits.

for the ones who remember what it felt like to run, even if their legs are wrong now.

if you ever howled into a pillow and meant it

or worn your tail with pride—

you’re home here.

OMG AWWWWWW I LOVE THAT SO MUCH MOOTIE!!! THANK YOUUU!!!