18 • genderqueer trans-masc (any pronouns + neos, mostly he/him) • wolfdog + maine coon therian • black queer and disabled digital artist and animator • be patient with me please • i got that dog in me (literally) • Plural
TW: ABUSE, SA, GROOMING, SPECIES DYSPHORIA, GENDER DYSPHORIA, SH, RELIGIOUS TRAUMA, TRAUMA, GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS
some poetry i made, ive been going through some stuff lately so hopefully this can help other people too, but pls as i said in the warnings keep in mind it gets really graphic, at any point in time you need to click off feel free to do so for your own sake <3 luv u
if i was truly me, i would be different.
my face wouldn’t be soft and round, my face and body wouldn’t be human in its entirety. i would have a long snout and a big great nose to smell the world instead of always having to see it. i would have sharp ears to hear anything that comes near me. my hair— no, my fur would be long and coarse with ease, not short and curly and hard to manage. my fur would cover all the scars on my body, i wouldn’t be dragged on a collar and leash. my nails would be long and curved with no way of bending or chipping with any slight scratch, and i could sharpen them whenever i wanted. my teeth would be large, sharp and jagged. not crooked, chipped and decayed with growing pain and agony. my eyes would be a vibrant amber, my eyes would be wider, i wouldn’t have a sleek shape that humans use as a sign to take advantage of me, to cage and collar me. i wouldn’t have soft skin or a feminine body that humans love to comment on or refer to. i would have a long tail, wagging to show my emotion instead of trying to exaggerate my face, or maybe to balance my spine whenever i climbed or ran or explored anything. my joints wouldn’t hurt whenever i woke up in the mornings, they wouldn’t creak or ache. my spine wouldn’t bend the wrong way or hurt when i bent it the other way. i wouldn’t tremble when i got hungry. i wouldn’t bleed heavily to the point of fainting, or wouldn’t throw up or feel too nauseous. i wouldn’t have a disease for my body to destroy me on the inside. i would have a healthy body, everything of a male i guess. But i would have the heart and strength to protect my pack and their pups. my clowder and their kits.
or maybe i wouldn’t even be what i desired.
maybe i would be a great tit bird, preening and taking bird baths, my feathers poofy and round, taking care of my little eggs which would turn into hatchlings. maybe i would be a horse, grazing with my heard and enjoying life as it is. maybe i would be a worm, living for as long as nature takes me without a care for anything in the world. maybe i would be an orca, diving into the ocean and catching my prey with my impeccable speed, maybe i would be a dinosaur, eating plants or meat, maybe both, maybe neither. maybe i would be a unicorn, feeling content with only myself and my horn serving as a deadly weapon, my own eyes clear and understanding, my body pure white, maybe pitch black, maybe grey, maybe another color entirely. maybe i would be a dragon, soaring through the skies and living high up or down low, in a forest or in a cave, taking out whoever challenged me with one flick of my talon. maybe i would be a merfolk, swimming in the deep sea and resting by the shorelines, or a siren, deadly but genuine and luring anyone with a single gaze. maybe i would be a deity, worshipped by some and hated by others…
or maybe i would just be another human, but different. the way i desired to be after all.
but i’m not. i’m not and i am forced to be, so i’ll listen, i’ll sit and i’ll stay and i’ll beg and i’ll lick your fucking boots, i’ll dress in the bows you force onto me, i’ll read the bibles as you choke me with the bookmarking strings, i’ll declaw myself, i’ll rip out all my teeth one by one, i’ll even lick the boots you step on me with and the hands you violate and abuse me with, i won’t bite the hand that feeds me while the other hand is pulling me by the fucking scalp. I wont howl when you cage me in this house, i won’t raise my hackles or stand tall when your words strike me to my core. i will back into the corner and lower my head, and count my blessings and distrust anyone but you.
Titandogs’ heads have been said to fall off, and when they grow new heads, its similar to how your baby teeth fall out so that your adult teeth can grow back in. this Titandog’s old head had fallen off after maturation, leaving the normal sparkledogs living in the once large fields now turned city to be a house. several of these heads are in the city and have been built into houses by the smaller residents.
i turned 18 recently very very busy as a senior and now im sick with something that is most likely pneumonia, so i havent been working on anything D: p
but i will try to work on YURI DOGS again so that i can rest easy ^_^
also oatmeal is delicious
im going to tag this as #yuri dogs related and/or #not yuri dogs so i can know which posts are the comics and which are not
come look at this! it includes my own OC's and canon characters, the events take place during the jade mountain book events and My oc's have they're own seperate adventures and story. im also going to be putting my own digital art in there so that you can get a look what everyone looks like <3
Wings Of Fire: Beginning Dusk - Chapter 1 - TigressDestiny - Wings of Fire - Tui T. Sutherland [Archive of Our Own]
and heres baby girl if anyone wants to her her as a pfp just make sure to credit me!
welcome to yuri dogs! my own original comics about gay,lesbian and queer sparkle dogs alike. its going to be very vulgar and crude with language and show outfits that arent very pg13. so i advise only 15+ or 16+ users read this comic or interact with my blog.
hey yalll im on that grind to get gender affirming things yall! also trying to save up money for living somewhere safe!!! :) heres some wip art that has lore in ittt
edit: removed cashapp link because i wasnt sure if it would work correctly <\3
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