Hello everyone! My name is Moss. I'm a 22 years old nonhuman from Europe, studying social education in college on my third year. I use he/they/it/pronouns.
When it comes to nonhuman identities, I use terms such as nonhuman, alterhuman, therian, holothere, fictionkin and otherkin to describe myself.
✧ SPECIES
As of species, they are, in order of intensity and importance:
Watcherkin (main form: Winged human, other known forms: barn owl)
Winged catkin (white cat with magpie wings)
Dog therian (greyhound)
Moonhearted
Phantomhearted
Child of the moon archetrope
Lab experiment archetrope
Prey archetrope
My body is nonhuman (something I explain here, and some of my shapeshifting habilities). I don't allow reality checkings, as I firmly believe my body is physically a watcher body. I am and consider myself holothere, that means, nonhuman in every possible way.
Community archive directory (WIP): Personal Archive
✧ OTHER SOCIALS
𓃢 My website: Watcher's archive
✧ OTHER STUFF ABOUT ME
I awakened on april from 2024, and I started this blog on september of the same year. (My pronouns (he/they/it) and identities).
I'm also plural (part of a system), so I will post about this from time to time.
✧ PLURALITY
I'm part of a mixed origin system, although we believe we're more stressgenic than anything else, as I don't consciously create headmates, they just appear. We don't really identify with any origin label tough, as we think it only creates division amongst the community. In total, there's twelve of us, in order of formation:
Charlie, or Moss, the host. Bodily 22 years old. He/they/it pronouns. Watcherkin (main form: Winged human, other known forms: barn owl), winged catkin, dog therian (greyhound), moonhearted and phantomhearted. Child of the moon, lab experiment and prey archetype. Aroace, genderfaun and nonbinary.
Orion, protector. A couple of thousand years old. It/he pronouns. Watcherkin and raptorkin. Aroace and agender. He won't post as regularly as I do, and we don't have a system to sign off our posts, so sometimes I'll be posting and sometimes he will post.
Theo, little. Around 7 or 9 years old. He doesn't really post here, as he doesn't like social media. He/him pronouns, a fox hybrid/kenomimi.
Clementine, positivity holder. 24 years old. She/her pronouns. Human and questioning horsehearted.
Leo, a Leonardo Hamato fictive from ROTTMNT, persecutor. 16 years old. He/it pronouns.
Nero, protector, dissociation holder and co-host. Shapeshifter, took a long while to form, as he was stuck trying to convey some sort of identity. Now he's pretty chill, handles stressful situations and dissociation. We don't really know their role, he's just there to block memories and emotions when needed. Voidkin, ageless. They/them pronouns.
Lana, social protector. She likes cheeseburgers, we think she's around 22-23 years old. Human, she/her pronouns.
Angel, an Angel Dust fictive, emotional protector. He's around 35 years old. Pretty chill, uses he/she pronouns but generally doesn't care a lot about gender.
Kinger, a Kinger fictive. Acts a lot like a dad. He's an old man, don't know exactly his age but maybe even older than Orion, he/him pronouns. Doesn't front often.
Vance, a Vox fictive. We don't know exactly his age (around his thirties), and he's pretty source separate. An anxious mess most of the time, age regresses pretty easily. He/him but doesn't care too much about gender.
Nico, a nonhuman headmate. He's a black fox, probably an adolescent or a child (acts 18 or younger). He/him pronouns. Doesn't talk much when fronting, even less not fronting.
Caine, a Caine fictive from TADC. He looks a lot like his source, and he's source-conected with Kinger, both from the same canon. He/him pronouns.
We're neurodivergent, with autism and ADHD, both diagnosed. Because of this, sometimes we might read the tone of a post wrong, and we may reply with tone tags.
✧ WHAT IS THIS BLOG FOR?
I will post mostly about my experiences as an alterhuman adult, such as little stories, and anecdotes. I will also post art and poems from time to time. I will also post about plural shenanigans.
I don't really have a DNI, just don't be an asshole. I'm pretty neutral on everything surrounding drama, but I have a general stance on being nice toward others and don't judge other's lives or business in general. When it comes to syscourse, I'm endo friendly as I'm part of a system myself (prob traumagenic or mixed origins), but I think the drama and in-fighting is pointless and in general rude. If someone tries to start drama in this blog, I block freely, as this blog is open to all kinds of plurals or systems.
As I stated before, we're nonhuman in every possible way, also called holothere. That means we're a physical, psychological, and spiritual nonhuman. I believe my body is the one of a Watcher, and my mind is the one of a dog and, my soul is the one of a winged cat. I'm not open to reality-checking, as this is my reality.
In general, discourse will not be tolerated in this blog.
✧ Tags I use:
#thecatchirps will be my talking tag (#thecatreplies for reblogs, #thecatanswers for asks, #watcher asks for all asks and #watcher flaps for everything)
#watcher writes will be my poems and essays tag
#thecatcollects is my tag for genders and sexuality
#thecatdraws is my art tag
#thecatmoodboards is my moodboard tag
#community archive is for my favorite posts
#watcher talks about lore for information on my canon as a watcher
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I think there's a huge push in non-human spaces to make very very very clear that you don't have a psychotic disorder like having one makes you exempt from being non-human or physically non-human and i think a lot of you need to asses why you feel the need to completely distance yourself from people with psychotic disorders or other mental health issues for the sake of being taken seriously by people who already do not like individuals who identify as non-human.
I'm not ashamed of having mental health issues or being physically non-human, and i feel no need to explain myself unnecessarily in hopes of having 2 or 3 more people believe me. Distancing yourself unnecessarily from people who you personally do not understand and throwing others under the bus for the sake of a bit more validation does nothing to prove your non-humanity or alter-humanity, it only serves to prove that you fundamentally do not understand what it means to be in community with people who are already outcasted by the general public.
everyone's experiences with non-humanity are completely different and trying to create a dichotomy of who is inherently "more valid" based off of different variables serves nothing and does nothing and only shows that you value social status in the community as one of the "good ones" more than actually engaging with your non-humanity and engaging with community.
(I know there are already so many posts like this and talking about this but since remaking my new account I have seen way too many accounts and posts like what i mentioned and im very sad that this is STILL a problem)
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Mascdog / Boyhound : A xenogender that is masc/male-aligned in the way a guard dog would be a boy. Connected to calling for a dog (“here, boy!”), big guard dogs, and protecting.
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In September of last year, I was in a period of denial when it came to my nonhumanity. I was also very misanthropic. I dont remember how, but somewhere along the line, that changed. I slowly started to be comfortable with my therianthropy once more. I took time to go and actually look at the positive acts of humanity all over the globe and the humans near me that I love
one does not realize the extent of their dysphoria until they have been to lay in the rain and remembered that this form is simply a container for sensations.
i have been myself, in my many shapes, and i will be again. but for now i am held within this vessel to experience things that i ordinarily cannot, both joyous and wretched.
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Ever since I was a child, I've always suspected that something was a little.. off.. about me.
Whenever I was introduced to the term, “therian,” it all began to make sense.
In kindergarten, I'd wander the playground at school on all fours and communicate via barks, growls, and strange hissing sounds. My peers never really said anything about it, they simply avoided me like the plague; because, honestly, who wants to talk to a five or six-year-old who can barely string together coherent sentences without adding in some offputting animal noises?
During the frequent family roleplays that commenced between my peers, I would always beg and plead to be the pet. They'd always allow it, because I swore not to make it a big thing and it wouldn't interfere with anything else.
My teachers were confused, obviously. My habit of eating food from the floor began around this time, as did the bullying from my peers for my strange behaviors.
However, that's normal for a child, right? I was still developing, figuring out how the world works. No child is normal during this time. I know this, you know this, we all know this.
It first started to become an actual “problem” for those around me throughout my elementary school years.
The first year or so was normal. Like other kids my age, I was disruptive and socially inept. I made friends with a girl who claimed to be a vampire (I still think of her often, I hope she's well) and a boy who said his mom was the president. A child's imagination is near-incomprehensible to the adult mind, even though we've all experienced it in the past.
Around the time that third grade was starting, everyone around me seemed to be.. growing up. They were forming large friend groups (most of which ended up lasting until highschool graduation), becoming aware of their surroundings, and understanding human body language.
I felt as though I was stuck in time.
Unfortunately, my way of expressing feelings and emotions had yet to progress. I was still making weird sounds and scrunching up my face to showcase discomfort. I violently wiggled my lower body as a sign of excessive happiness. Basically, I hadn't figured out what the human equivalent to these signs were.
At the creek near our house, surrounded by my family, I'd remain horizontal. I despised walking on two legs, for it took me longer and it made me feel strangely tall. I was never meant to solely use my hind legs, none of us were.
I'd fold my hands to imagine them as paws and use them to dig large holes in the dark sand. Once I had a big enough hole, I defended it with my life and referred to it as my den. Some would call this early signs of derangement, but I refer to it as the early tells of who I truly was.
My family would stay at the creek for hours upon hours. On all fours with me, for the most part, was my younger brother and cousin. They were simply copying what I was doing. Whenever they pleased, they felt comfortable stopping these behaviors and returning upright. I did not.
The drive home was always devastating for my younger self. Everyone else was fine with it, ready to rest after a long day of wasting away beneath the sweltering sun. I missed my den.
If it were up to me, I'd have spent my entire life down by the water in my little den.
It wasn't up to me, though.
In the fourth grade, my cousin, brother, and I formed a sort of wolf pack. I was the leader, because I knew the most about how packs functioned in the real world, and because I was a very controlling child during this time.
We acted out this wolf pack every time we saw eachother, for hours on end. It was always my idea. They were younger, so they complied.
This continued for several years. We had extensively discussed our characters, lore, and pack dynamics. It was the highlight of my childhood, and I look back on it quite fondly.
Around this time, my family took note of the behaviors I hadn't seemed to grow out of. They told me to stand up, speak correctly, and act “normal.” So, I did just that.
Middle school attacked me like a freight train before I could even comprehend that life was moving on in the first place.
Classes got longer, recess was completely scrapped, and I no longer saw my brother and cousin as often as I once had.
Those years went by in a haze, as did my time in highschool. Dissociation kept me standing and (somewhat) mentally sane.
I was absolutely miserable, though. I felt like an animal forced to go through all the motions of being a human. These feelings persisted for so long that I believed they would become my normal.
At seventeen years old, I fully dropped out of highschool in pursuit of an early finish. I got my diploma equivalent in eleven days and, within a month, I was enrolled in college.
College was.. a lot, especially during my first year. The workload was nothing like what I had ever experienced before and studying took up most of my free time. I quickly became depressed and, as a result, spent the last bit of my free time in online communities for my favorite games.
In one of these communities, I met someone online. For the sake of their anonymity, I will refer to them as Clover.
Clover was an elk therian. At the time, I knew close to nothing about therianthropy, so I had plenty of questions for them. And, luckily, they were kind enough to answer every question that I broached them with.
Upon learning about Clover's identity, I grew curious. That little wolf-child within me who had been silenced and locked away for their own safety and sanity had begun gnawing at the bars of their mental jail cell.
The next year passed slowly as I grew to accept every part of myself again, and show myself the love in which I deserve. Over this period of time, I created this account to make likeminded friends and learn more information about the community.
Finally, I had a reason as to why I acted the way that I did whenever I was younger. I wasn't just some strange child with an inability to move on. No, no. I was a pup, lost and confused and raised by humans who refused to accept me for who I was.
All therians will, at some point, start off this way; as pups, or kits, or hatchlings, or chicks, or whatever the term may be.
As they grow, they will turn into the incredible creatures that they are. Their wings will carry them far, their paws will spread out to encompass the world, and their antlers will reach the treetops.
Therianthropy is a beautiful thing, one that shouldn't be feared or slandered. One day, I hope that everyone will understand it, or, at the very least, respect it, more.
Short essay written by user WULFBONES on Tumblr, 2026.
something I explained to my brother yesterday that rocked his world: it’s not that scientists can’t decide whether a tomato is a fruit or a vegetable, nor is it that it’s “really” one or the other. It’s both, because we’re talking about two different categorization schemes.
Botanically, a tomato is a fruit. A fruit is scientifically defined as the part of a plant that develops from the ovary after flowering and surrounds the seeds. It’s defined by its structure and function. In botanical categorization, apples, peaches, grapes, tomatoes, bananas, avocados, pumpkins, peppers, and corn kernels are fruits.
Culinarily, a tomato is a vegetable, because it’s a plant food that is neither starchy nor sweet and you usually don’t just eat it raw. Vegetables are culinarily defined by their flavor and how you cook them. In culinary categorization, any part of a plant can be a vegetable: roots (carrots, parsnips), leaves (lettuce, kale), stems (celery), seeds (peas, lima beans), and yes fruits (tomatoes, peppers, pumpkins). In culinary categorization, “fruits” are usually botanical fruits, though occasionally they are other parts of the plant instead, as long as they’re juicy and sweet (strawberries are actually the stems of a plant; the ovaries surrounding the seeds are the little seeds on the outside! Pineapples and figs are a weird flower-ovary fusion called multiple inflorescence!)
These are simply two different categorizational schemes that through the weirdness of historical linguistics use the same word “fruit” to mean different segments of the totality of plants. Neither is incorrect, because they are two different ways of categorizing plants for two different purposes.
Categories aren’t “real.” Categories don’t exist in nature. Things exist in nature, plants exist in nature, rocks and animals and genes and hormones and human experiences exist in nature. And humans look at the totality of everything and we come up with names and categories to sort and understand them. A category is not real; it is only useful or not useful. Botanical categories are useful for different reasons than culinary categories are, but they’re both useful ways to break up and understand the world. And they are useful in their own contexts, and may not be useful in other contexts. Botany has no use for defining what is and isn’t a “vegetable” so that’s just not a category in scientific botany. It’s a useful category for low-sweetness low-starch plant parts you cook in order to eat, though.
And we put everything into categories, and we have reasons for categorizing things the way we do—but we choose what traits are important to group by, and what traits aren’t. Vegetables, nuts, fruits, and grains are culinary plant food categories. And some categories are silly, like “is a taco a sandwich?” That’s a categorization game: what traits do we decide make an individual item part of the category or not?
But we categorize other things too. Sex, gender, race, ethnicity, class, sexual orientation, DSM diagnosis. Age categories such as senior/adult/teenager/child/toddler/infant, or age categories like adult/minor. These are all categorization schemes where humans decided what the categories are and what traits make an individual count as one thing or another. And then we decided how to treat people based on the category we assigned them to. The traits (such as hormones, genital shape, number of years having lived, brain neurochemistry, place where you were born, desire for a romantic relationship with people of a certain gender, desire for a sexual relationship with people of a certain gender…) are real. The categories are how we prioritize, classify, and understand them. Are the categories useful? Or are they not useful? In what contexts are they useful and in what contexts are they not? And what are the effects of playing “is a taco a sandwich? Is a tomato a fruit?” type categorization games with people?
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