this is an ask blog around my Therian OC’s, and I’m basing this around my story I’m writing and this is my very first ask blog so hopefully I can do this right-❤️🧚
Carrie: she/her. Gray wolf therian/ ragdoll cat therian
Ocean: she/her. Orca therian
Gemma: they/them. sinornithosaurus Paleotherian
Asks I’m willing to answer: pretty much a lot. But I’m most likely going to answer ones that are story/character related
Asks I’m unwilling to answer: NSFW- related asks (most of the cast are underage) or I’m just uncomfortable with answering
⚠️WARNING: THIS BLOG WILL CONTAIN CONTENT OR THEMES THAT MAY BE TRIGGERING TO SOME FOLK. Such as: blood/gore/body horror/animal abuse/child abuse (mostly implied)/cult& religious abuse/animal death/implied self-harm & suicidal thoughts & tendencies /and possible dissociation
Author’s Note: (Dividers by @sisterlucifergraphics, @saradika-graphics, @cursed-carmine) (disability boogaloo & AU-gust by @thepromptfoundry)
August looked outside of his bedroom window, the glass somewhat frosted over.
Snow falling down in a gentle stream.
Everything covered in a blanket of white, like the blanket wrapped around him.
He couldn’t help but feel a sense of sorrow; not because of the weather - but knowing he couldn’t go outside.
It wasn’t because he didn’t like the snow or the cold in general.
He couldn’t because the cold was dangerous to him.
It was a condition he was born with that makes any temperature below 50 degrees deadly to him.
Making him more susceptible to hypothermia.
He knows that staying inside was for his own good.
But it gets extremely lonely - making him feel like a princess trapped in a tower.
Constantly left out on everything.
Unable to spread his wings and fly along with his fellow avian’s.
To enjoy being around the other owls of the empire.
His friends always try to make sure that he’s doing well and distract him from his loneliness.
Always trying to make the wintertime more bearable for him.
To comfort him.
He was thankful for everything that they did for him to make him feel better, but it was never enough.
“Auggie! There’s someone here to see you!” One of his parents called out from downstairs.
Making August jolt up in his bed.
Swinging his legs over and sprinted towards the staircase - wondering who it was that his parents welcomed in.
Spotting a flurry of green and black feathers.
“Hey August!” Gemma greeted excitedly, a wide smile spreading across their face.
Wearing the shirt that had their grandparents coffee shop logo printed on it.
Holding a big paper brown bag in their hands.
Their boots caked in snow that they stomped onto the welcome mat below them.
“Gemma!” August exclaimed “wha- what are you doing here? I thought you said that you were busy today”.
“I was. But I managed to get a pick-me-up for you!” Gemma held up the bag to August, expecting him to take it.
The owl gripped the bag.
Surprised by how heavy it was.
“What’s in it?” He asked.
“Open it and find out!” Gemma egged on, motioning towards to the table nearby.
August set it down, carefully pulling the top of the bag open.
The smell of freshly baked goods and fresh coffee filling his nose.
There were four chocolate-filled croissants, white chocolate mocha, cinnamon latte, peppermint tea, and hot chocolate.
All filled his nose - making his mouth immediately water.
(by @lobster-graphics)
“Feel better?” Gemma asked August, looking at him expectantly as he took a sip of the peppermint tea.
Watching as his pale face gained a dusting of pink blush on his nose and cheeks.
His hickory brown eyes developing a sparkle that wasn’t there since fall.
He took another tenitive sip of his tea.
Making his orange-red feathers puffing out.
“Yeah…” August drawled, gripping the paper cup.
“You didn’t have to go through all this trouble for me”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Auggie. It’s the least I could do”
“Yes, but…”
“Oh come on Auggie, you know I love taking care of you!”
August’s head perked up at Gemma’s words.
“Everyone knows that you hate having to miss out on everything because of the cold. And that you always stop by my grandparents coffee shop every chance that you get, so why not give you this?”.
The sinornithosaurus motioned to the goods between them, still steaming.
Clutching the chocolate croissant in their hands.
Being mindful of their mouth piercings as they ate.
August couldn’t help but smile “Thanks…” he said simply.
“It’s no problem at all! I enjoy seeing you smile despite being stuck at home for so long” Gemma beamed.
Watching as August’s wings relaxed and laid flat on the floor.
Finally feeling content.
Rowan can only really cook meat most of the time, though he enjoys baking more than cooking.
Carrie can cook but doesn’t do it most of the time because she doesn’t really need to.
Ocean is more qualified to be a waitress than a cook. Not because she’ll burn the kitchen down but because she’ll might miss or mix up the ingredients and instructions that will result in a horrific concoction against her god.
Gemma is practically a cooking prodigy - thanks to their grandparents owning one of the most popular restaurants in town for nearly 35 years.
It’s their biggest pride.
A Drabble for @thepromptfoundry’s Mermay prompt: Love Below The Waves 🌊
(By @sisterlucifergraphics)
“August! You wouldn’t believe what I ran into today!” Lucky bubbled excitedly, her hazel eyes shining bright.
Their chest heaving with exertion.
August couldn’t help but give her the side-eye; it wasn’t unusual for her to come by this excited.
But something about xheir current excitement feels different.
“What…?” He asked hesitantly.
Lucky smiled, showing the front tooth gap on her upper row.
She smelled like seaweed and salt water; which was surprising since she’s supposed to be a freshwater fish.
But maybe they wanted something less crowded than the lakes since they get crowded during this time of year.
”Maybe Oregon’s beaches aren’t as appealing” August always thought to himself.
He wouldn’t really know.
He would rather bask in the sun than swim.
Not because he couldn’t swim because spring and summer were one of the few times when he didn’t have to constantly wear winter clothes and constantly worrying about freezing to death.
Lucky’s legs still had their fish scales on them - the same color as her hair.
“I was doing errands in the Water-Living Tribe earlier today.” Lucky started off.
“And when I left the ocean I saw the most beautiful-looking woman I’ve ever seen! Lying on the beach!”.
“You said that last week” August whispered.
“No, no, no, no - you don’t understand!” Lucky rambled.
”She had beautiful glossy olive skin with arm-sleeve tattoos, powder blue eyes, honey blonde hair, and had this gorgeous rhinestone fuchisa colored one-piece swimsuit on!”.
Lucky had this dreamy look in their eyes.
The same look that pre-teen girls would have when talking about their favorite boy-band.
Even though everyone knows that it was nothing more than just aesthetic attraction; something that would fade in a few days.
“Wow” August said sarcastically, his front feathers puffing out.
“Pfft- you’re no fun!” Lucky teased him - playfully hitting him on the arm.
Making August roll his eyes.
If you could become your kintype; but the transformation process is extremely painful, has a tiny chance to kill you, and you can’t change back once it’s complete. Would you do it?
A small Drabble for @thepromptfoundry’s archaic April prompt: Blacksmithing⚒️⚔️
(Divider by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more)
The smell of burning coal and smoldering steel invaded Rowan’s nostrils, the heat making him feel like he was back in California again.
Dragons from varying ages and species filled the open room - a giant furnace in the middle where the smaller dragons kept alight with little puffs of their fire breath.
“Didn’t realize that blacksmithing was popular here” Rowan observed; acutely aware of how much smaller he was compared to the other dragons.
“Mostly with the fire-breathing kinds. Makes the process a lot easier” Carrie said.
Still in her human form and casual sitting on Rowan’s shoulder.
“But…why? Why would dragons be interested in that?” Rowan questioned.
Carefully maneuvering through the crowd.
Passing by dragons shaping swords on anvils, smelting down bricks of metallic ore, dumping orange-glowing steel in water that made it boil loudly, some even doing glasswork.
The sound of metal hitting metal echoing through the room.
“A newcomer, huh?” An older dragon said when he noticed the two youngsters.
“Yeah!” Carrie quickly replied with enthusiasm.
“I’m just showing my friend around the dragon realm, he’s a new dragon”.
The older dragon smiled “alright then, let me show you how it’s done”
Dashboard simulator (Lost & Found edition) Tw: swearing & some ableism
💚=Gemma 🐺=Carrie 🌊=Ocean 🥩=Rowan 🌌=Nyx
💚 let-me-cook Follow
Rich people and fancy restaurants are such a scam
Never in my entire existence had I genuinely enjoyed something that’s considered “fancy” and don’t you dare say that I’m just a “whiny picky eater” my grandparents literally own a restaurant and I’ve been cooking for myself since I was 8.
Just because it costs more than most people’s rent and is from Europe doesn’t mean it’s good!
🥩 roadkill-addict Follow
As someone who came from fairly wealthy parents and had a beige mom growing up, I understand your pain.
The minimalism bullshit that those people have fill me with so much hatred that the dragon in me wants to burn it all
🐺 Lesbocain Follow
Reject minimalism, embrace maximalism!
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Someone: Hey, are you from the Water-Living tribe?
Me- with my teal/cyan hair, looking like I just came from the beach in the middle of October, with my theriotype embroidered on my handbag: yeah, how could you tell?
#genuinely keep forgetting that I’m #not in my orca body 9 times out of 10
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Why do people sometimes insist on calling/video calling instead of text or email? Even when I inform them that I literally can’t talk because it hurts like hell everytime I do.
what’s worse that they think I’m lying or something 🙄
Some more explanation on both Rowan and “Albert” (because I’ve been neglecting ya’ll with the story for the blog)
When Rowan’s mother first became pregnant with him, she originally was going to have twins but during the third mark- “Albert” seemingly had vanished from the womb.
When in reality, she experienced what would be “vanishing twin syndrome” (which is a type of miscarriage that occurs when one of the embryos stops growing and gets absorbed by the other twin/mother.
And due to this, it caused both of their souls to practically fuse together and force them to share a body together- which is just torture most of the time.
Rowan didn’t even know about “Albert’s” existence, thinking he was just a random voice in his head that occasionally appeared time to time.
It was after some time after a traumatic event that occurred in the forest where “Albert” finally made his presence known to his brother and made Rowan develop a “werewolf mentality” with him.
No one besides Rowan knows about his existence- not even the crew knows about him-and both of them prefers to keep it that way.
This year has been honestly a rough ride for everyone but that doesn’t mean that you can have better days in the future, and I’m excited for all of the potential things that I can give you to enjoy and help cope with life.
