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
> 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
☣︎ he / it / stink / star
☣︎ hyena/skunk/snow leopard therian
☣︎ emotionally decomposing
☣︎ angry lil beast tryna find its fangs again
☣︎ mentally ill and spiritually loud
☣︎ not human. never was. never will be.
☣︎ stupid fucking strawpage:
don’t fucking talk to me if you’re any of the following:
terfs / swerfs / radfems / "gender critical" freaks
nazis / fascists / nationalists
ableists / anti-psych people
anti-therian / “cringe culture” accounts
zoos / maps / pro-para / “fiction doesn’t affect reality” (go outside and jump off of a cliff <3)
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
> 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—
Banner art made by @gunktheskunk !!!
