#vampwolf kin

when i was a kid, my father thought it would be fun and cool to play this joke that he was a werewolf and my momma was a vampire and thus i was a werewolf/vampire hybrid (what he called a vampwolf (although i prefer hybrid or werepire. vampwolf sounds kinda weird to me)). he had an answer to every question and proof of everything. it was enough for my mind. up until i was like 13 i was fully and completely convinced i was a werepire. my mother is a redhead, she worked the nightshift, and she hated mirrors. my father was hairy, loved meat, and got irritable around the full moon. we’d howl together, we’d eat meat like savages together. it was magical and awesome. i asked why i wasnt transforming. according to him i wouldnt until i was 12, but i might never because of the vampire. i asked why i could go into the sun, because of the werewolf. why arent we affected by silver? because it isnt ever pure around us, we cant afford that. i had a weird obsession with blood and drank it whenever i could. i was nocturnal. i growled and howled and ran around and scratched and bit. i was fully and completely convinced. completely convinced.

so yeah. ive been a werepire my whole life and you could say its my father’s fault. didnt realize it until recently cuz i found it embarrassing, i tried not to think about it. but im glad im a hybrid. im glad im not human. what are you gonna do? cry about it? i still drink blood or red liquids as often as possible, i still howl at the moon, i still run and scratch and bite and growl, i still do as much as i can.

so yeah. fuck you if you think delusional otherkinity isnt possible and fuck you if you think every otherkin is delusional and fuck you if you think im invalid for this. i dont care.