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💧 𝒩𝒶𝓂𝑒: Aqua 💧
-⃝⃤. physical nonhuman, laughing kookaburra -⃝⃤.
• 🌴 traces of sailfish and orca too 🌴
💭 𝒫𝓇𝑜𝓃𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓈: She/her 💭
🪷𝒜𝑔𝑒: 22 (Suggestive themes could be present Interact at your own risk. Not sorry). 🪷
This is my branch of the internet.
A place for instinct, species euphoria, dreams, feathers, wildness, and becoming.
Not tame. Not owned. Not ornamental.
Geelong Australia calls eventually. Until then, I perch here. I’ve been on tumblr for almost a decade, if you know me from elsewhere. No you don’t, don’t tell me.
🫐 🫧 What to expect: 🫐 🫧
While I may be in this more… humanly shape for now, I am able to express my inner workings here. I am a laughing kookaburra right now! Expect insight, softness, and powerful talons on silk. As the blog title is. I also am a yumeshipper; Chase, Thirteen, and Cuddy from House Md are my F/o’s (nonsharing). Occasional Indycar posting ✨ Arrow McLaren is my team, and I adore Pato/D.Malukas/L.Foster/Grosjean/Schumacher/Herta/N.Siegel.
🪶My head space🪶:
Being an animal, for me, is nothing but simplicity at its best. There is so much to it. I patrol a vast section of Lake Conneware. I soar over the warm city skylines of Geelong. Mine to protect, to soar above. My worries are few:
the next catch of prey, the push of my wings, calling out at sunrise/set, the comfort of my flock on a sunny day. I move without a care in the world, existing in a space where nothing complex needs solving. None of the people garbage.
Blog boundaries: 🌺 🫧
🐟 This is a space for therian thoughts and the things I have mentioned above. I am not here to be shit stirring or confrontational, neither should you to me (golden rule) 🐟
🪽18+ only. This space involves pet play themes, nsfw content, mentions of marijuana, and personal introspection NOT suited for minors. I will tag appropriately. 🪽
🐬Please ONLY USE animal viviterms with me as I do with myself, and do not try to actively remind me of my human shell. I am learning that using vivterms that align with my theriotypes makes me feel species euphoric. Also, that being reminded of how I do not have the physical body of my theriotypes can make me upset. This link describes it https://www.tumblr.com/talonsonsilk/804949653135163392/ideas-for-my-own-viviterms-post 🐬
🌱 Be kind or be gone! No rudeness, bigotry, or invasive questions. I am not interested in being “tamed”, trained, or degraded. Anything of the inappropriate nature comes with time. Only If I want it to. 🌱
💌 DMs are closed unless we mutually follow. I am happy to laugh and click in reblogs, comments, and asks however! I share all my imaginings from my corner of the world. You’re welcome to enjoy it with me respectfully and curiously. 💌
Tag meanings:
Harpy thoughts: for therian specific thoughts, ideas, writing, or musings.
Screech moment: updates of any kind, boundaries, and vent posting
Feathers and thoughts: suggestive 18+ content
Artsy talons: creative art stuff
Harpy answers: For when I answer asks
Non therian stuff/things: what it says. Any content not directly therian related, I’d highly encourage to actually filter if you want, if you’re here solely for therian content.
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Alterhuman/therian spaces constantly try to lump zoanthropes and physical nonhumans into their communities when we are not the same community.
Its not a "we're better than you", its we are quite literally not the same community, we have different experiences. please for the love of god stop trying to use our terms in contexts that don't fit them. Zoanthrope is not a broad-spectrum label like nonhuman or alterhuman is, Zoanthropy has very specific meanings.
please for the love of god just let us keep our spaces, our communities. we've been fighting for so long to have a space where we can exist, now we can barely find eachother due to how mis-used our tags and terms are.
physical nonhumanity has already lost a lot of its meaning. please just leave us alone, we just want a space where we can exist
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neigh!! hello aqua!! I'm curious, so if you don't mind me asking, how and when did you first discover that you are alterhuman? what was your first awakening? /nf ^__^
Hi there horse moot! So it really starts way back in like… maybe early or late 2025 (perhaps August? Idk), August I think. I had made a joke with my best friend about “ I wonder what it would be like to experience the intelligence level of an animal. Like, what would it feel like to just only have those instincts or those emotions? To not have to think! That would be fun!”
They turn to me in my car and go “you can do that you know. That’s a thing.” And I forget the rest of that conversation but we had a great big talk about what petplay is. Both in the sexual and nonsexual way. I discovered from them that petplay DOES NOT have to be just a cat, dog, horse, or even the rare cow. It can be any animal. So I took it upon myself to be a bird, because those are my favorite category of animal.
Sure enough I felt quite attached to the harpy eagle, my favorite animal at that time. And on 9/25/26 I made my petplay (now physical nonhuman) tumblr! I learned how to get into headspace, behave like a bird, and the like. But soon I felt that petplay wasn’t enough, I felt I was something more. That I “am” a harpy eagle. Eventually I got posts about therianthropy on my feed and went “sounds like me!” And did a whole blog change. And the rest is history!
If you're still lost, unsure of your kintypes, lost in that mire - take a step back. Don't think about the animal or being for a second. Think about the longing in your heart. Think about what hurts the most. Think about what you want the most. For me, it was the videogame series Kingdom Hearts. I was obsessed for a long, long time. It was the battle between light and darkness. It was the little island isolated from the world... it was in this pain - a pain that never really went away - that I was able to find myself.
Follow your pain. Find the wounds. Find the passion. That's where you need to start looking.
Screaming crying throwing up I have to (isn’t being forced) fucking watch a movie I don’t actually want to watch or want to care about because a friend likes it and thinks I’ll enjoy it. What could possibly be good about this. I don’t want to like this I want to be a hater after and hopefully I do. I’m a good friend so I just watch what people tell me because I’m a hater but not a bitch. Yeah I’ll update yall after this is done
neigh!! hello aqua!! I'm curious, so if you don't mind me asking, how and when did you first discover that you are alterhuman? what was your first awakening? /nf ^__^
Hi there horse moot! So it really starts way back in like… maybe early or late 2025 (perhaps August? Idk), August I think. I had made a joke with my best friend about “ I wonder what it would be like to experience the intelligence level of an animal. Like, what would it feel like to just only have those instincts or those emotions? To not have to think! That would be fun!”
They turn to me in my car and go “you can do that you know. That’s a thing.” And I forget the rest of that conversation but we had a great big talk about what petplay is. Both in the sexual and nonsexual way. I discovered from them that petplay DOES NOT have to be just a cat, dog, horse, or even the rare cow. It can be any animal. So I took it upon myself to be a bird, because those are my favorite category of animal.
Sure enough I felt quite attached to the harpy eagle, my favorite animal at that time. And on 9/25/26 I made my petplay (now physical nonhuman) tumblr! I learned how to get into headspace, behave like a bird, and the like. But soon I felt that petplay wasn’t enough, I felt I was something more. That I “am” a harpy eagle. Eventually I got posts about therianthropy on my feed and went “sounds like me!” And did a whole blog change. And the rest is history!
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Had the most fun and interesting dream. I was a part of some family, in some culture, where at a certain age (14?) you undergo a ceremony that dictates the animal that you are capable of transforming into at will. I remember that this took place in a multigenerational household of my “dream” family. My mother is a lionness, my older brother is a silverback gorilla, and my grandma is a gray wolf. I had a younger sister, grandpa, young brother, older sister, and auntie there too but I have no clue as to what animals they can become. We live on a tropical island or at least tropical part of the world (perhaps fictional). The animal you can transform into has nothing to do with family.
And the ceremony takes place outside. We have a gigantic pool in the backyard. Different objects are placed around. Such as a cooler of ice to represent an arctic/cold weather/alpine animal, large rocks with sand poured around for a desert/grasslands animal, a tree for arboreal or flying birds, a pool for aquatic animals (not treated at that time for safety), a large tray with various enrichment items of domestic animals to represent domesticated species like dogs or cats, etc. As for the ceremony: I was told that transformation is painless and takes merely a few seconds to complete once my animal is discovered. 15 seconds tops. That my instructions are to go walk around the pool and various objects and let whatever calls me forward, call me. To embrace it, because as soon as I get that “call” I will begin to immediately act like the animal I can become.
I will be moving, vocalizing, visualizing myself as, and thinking exactly as that animal, but in human form for a few minutes. And I will instantly love that animal as a favorite, even if it is one I’ve never liked or felt neutral about before. And that it takes a day to be able to transform. Then afterwards we do a special song to confirm the transformation to our gods, as a blessing of protection, luck, and strength. So I began my walk around slowly and asked about what if I’m a gigantic blue whale, I’ll break the pool and hurt myself. My mother laughed and said I missed the point, I just am doing everything but the physical part. I walk past the domestic animal tray, the ice cooler, and bolt immediately to a tree. I just lock onto it. FAST.
I have never climbed a tree in my life in this dream and it was a skinny tree unfortunately that is there. And I was flapping my arms like wings and began to vocalize like a laughing kookaburra. An animal I already love to bits. I stay there for a while and the tree branches aren’t holding my weight too well, so I jump off and climb onto the thick branches of a neighbor’s tree who is growing into our yard. I’m happy there and do some more territorial chuckles. My family is pleased and very excited, they see that I am a laughing kookaburra. After a while of that I get off the try and pretend to fly over to the circle where they are standing around. I sit down and get defensive, biting my invisible beak at them. They chuckle, as it is natural to get territorial in this period. My laughing kookaburra moment fades off, and I laugh a little embarrassed and stand up. My grandma steps forward and says “amazing (name). We are so proud of you. Now, we ask that you join us in the special prayer chant we have done in years past. But this time, it is for you. You’ll be granted protection, the strengths of a wild beast, to never be lost or harmed should you find yourself surviving in the wilderness without us, and courage to live as yourself faithfully and truthfully. Let us begin.” I’m blushing awkwardly as they begin the magic prayer.
Anyways idk I thought this was pretty cool lol. I wish it was real!
I’m so done with these twats that are supposed to my “family”
Yeah from this point on I am never expressing any emotions in my egg donor and sperm donor’s dwelling. Because I am punished for it. Belittled for feeling anything longer than a minute or two. I will also not have as much to eat, unless they are out of sight or I am out of the house. Because I am bullied for eating anything, bullied for trying to learn culinary skills because I don’t clean enough, selfish to make something only I would eat, and didn’t do it right. I won’t go anywhere except for work. Because apparently going to work errands work for their royal highnesses is the only viable option of leaving this prison. So I will work then 8 hours in the middle of the fucking day. 2pm-10pm since they’re so fucking desperate and horny for me to work. I swear to god they just salivate and start jumping around when I so as much mention I have to stay late by 30 extra minutes. When I start planning work around key moments they’ll fucking beg for me to stop. Getting out of the prison house to go walk around gardens, to the zoo, or “WHEREVER THE HELL YOU GO ZNDBB TV YESGNYYGGG 🤬 “ plus work doesn’t cut it.
I will not express any of my interests on the television. I will not use it. Because my interests are a burden and cringe worthy. I am unlovable to the general populace for daring to want to like sports. I will always wear makeup from the time I wake up until I go to bed. Because dressing in pajamas and having no makeup on even at home is a sin punishable by verbal death to these cunts. I have to rid myself of any semblance of my being, my soul, who I am in order to survive. I’m not a daughter to these fuck wits. I’m just a failed, ugly, moronic, and fat failed experiment of failed life goals to them. My only fucking hope of getting myself back is to marry someone who lives at minimum 6+ hours away or in another country, or a job in another state. Because if they want to fucking be abusive little shits then? They’ll have to drop a great deal of money to get near me.
Not a clinical zoanthrope but Reblogging as I know you and many others who are!! For the amount of “inclusivity” and “getting along” that is touted on this place… people just wanna divide and conquer so bad.
I love those posts where someone's theriotype is used as motivation for self care.
Wolves need good teeth to hunt to keep them brushed and healthy. Birds need fruits and vegetables so make sure to eat some. Reptile skin naturally has bumps or imperfections so don't pick at it. Many animals are social creatures that live in groups so make sure to spend time with friends and family regularly.
Animals need good care and enrichment, so make sure to give yourself that.
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When asked about my species/identity, I always prefer to refer to myself as a zoanthrope. The thing is, I honestly never call myself a clinical zoanthrope, nor do I feel like it is truly a fitting term. This isn't because my experiences are much different than those of most clinical zoanthropes—in fact they are nearly identical in many ways—but rather my existence as a shifter and biological nonhuman has never seemingly been the result of psychosis. You see, when I hear about the experiences of clinical zoanthropes, nearly all of them seem to share this common trait of having some form of psychosis or other significant mental health issue (usually diagnosed, if not self-diagnosed with heavy evidence). But that isn't me. I hold the same beliefs about my nonhumanity that most clinical zoanthropes do, but I have never had a history of mental illness outside of general anxiety. I tried to call myself a clinical zoanthrope for a while to find community, but it never felt right being in spaces so centered around psychological conditions I didn’t seem to have. Calling myself a zoanthrope (dropping the "clinical") has been a comfortable way to better express the nature of my species.
(For added context, I do not believe clinical zoanthropes are any more or less their species than me. I also do not believe psychotic disorders makes the experiences of clinical zoanthropes any more or less real than my own experiences. I call myself a zoanthrope because again, our experiences are incredibly alike. I only separate myself because I do not wish to intrude on spaces focused on disorders I do not have.)
I was going to leave this post here, but when I reread it, I realize it lacks substance. I've spent a long paragraph comparing and separating my experiences from others without explaining what being a zoanthrope actually means to me. For me, zoanthropy defines my experience as a biologically yet inperceivably nonhuman animal. In a way, it kind of describes my species of being by itself. I'm a fox zoanthrope, which would be a zoanthrope in the form of a fox. Or perhaps it's the other way around, and my species is a fox, but I'm the "zoanthrope version" of that species. I'm overcomplicating, none of that matters. I hold firm the belief that on a physical and biological level, in the most literal interpretations of those words, I am a nonhuman animal/animalistic being. I appear to be human as the result of some kind of... effect—an effect I do not understand nor have proper words to describe. It is, however, nothing more than an illusion. Because I am a biological animal just like humans and theriforms, I unfortunately also fall victim to this illusion. I am luckily able to sense my real body through it and have been working on ways to make more prominent, physical breaks in it (i.e. shifting).
Zoanthrope is equivelent to Clinical Zoanthrope. The term is the rejection of the psychiatrisation we experience at the hands of the humans and their explanations of our experiences hence dropping the clinical term. However the experience of the psychiatrisation is necessary as part of clinical zoanthropy as it is the lens through which our animality is processed in the human world and defines our interaction with various nonhuman communities. Without the psychiatrisation and humans explanations of psychosis or similar, or reasonable belief that would be the case, the experience is not clinical zoanthropy but some form of physical nonhumanity. Zoanthrope is not an open term and is specifically for clinical zoanthropes, most of whom reject the humans explanations of our experiences.
Appropriating our language makes it harder for us to find others with similar experiences and contributes to the destruction of our communities as people misunderstand the terms and meanings. The experience you are describing is a form of physical nonhumanity. You are welcome to be around and interact with us as you relate, but please do not use our terms unless they actually apply to you.
