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Here's a humpback whale doodle. Also one of my theriotypes🫶🏾

#therian #alterhuman #humpback whale #whale #ocean #art #original art #cetacean

Realizing some stuffs about yourself is pretty releasing, that was what was lost in my persona, the strength.

#therian #cetacean #dolphin #orca #sea

Practices i did like two weeks ago

#orca #orca therian #animals #cetacean #dolphin #drawing #digitalart #sketch

Color practice

#orca #dolphin #cetacean #coloring #digitalart #digitalpainting #delfines #therian #theriantropy

Building a nest with pillows and blankets and then falling asleep right there is a freaking cool experiencie, i feel in a bear den.

#therian #theriantropy #bear #kodiak bear #nesting

amanecerdelobo

Happy Holidays

jeromefinswingsandclaws

Love you, polar

pennythebordercollie

Honestly I've found myself starting to just slip into being able to refer to stuff in more nonhuman terms. Almost told my mom my paws feel weak instead of my hands (my whole body feels so sore and idk why- especially my left wrist)

jeromefinswingsandclaws

I do that!

Since i was 17 i started to say "claws" instead of nails or "fins" instead of arms. My family always knew i was different cuz since i was a kid i act like a plenty of animals, mostly like a whale, bear and barn owl. So they don't see this behavior with bad eyes, fortunately.

Some edits i made of two of my theriotypes.

#therian #bear #alterhuman #therianthropy #therian things #kodiak bear #barn owl

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I was raised by a bear therian

Well, my dad never said himself that he's a bear therian, but even without the word "therian" being used, his experience as one was undeniable and incredibly clear to me. He spent much of my childhood talking about his dreams of Alaska, how the land there felt like home to him more than anywhere else on Earth. So much so that when the military asked him if he was willing to move North into Alaska, he immediately jumped at the opportunity and spent several years of his life living in Fairbanks back when the weather was still frigid and sometimes volatile. He camped in the wilderness regularly and would tell me stories of caribou surrounding his tent in the mornings, large grizzlies wandering through the rivers, and scraggly wolves with summer pelts trotting across the land. His job handling search and recovery cases at the time encouraged this lifestyle, especially in winter when people would go missing on the roads or crash their bush planes in the woods and he had to find the deceased and bring them back to civilization. Funny enough, he confessed to having a search and recovery team come and look for him at one point after he got carried away and stayed out in the forest for a little too long, deciding to ride the river near him a few miles away just as a "fun idea" and scared my mother into thinking he died out there.

I wasn't alive yet when my dad lived in Alaska though. I had my dad shortly after he had left, and I saw how much he missed it even at a young age. I honestly visited the state so often with him that you'd assume I had family there, but to him, maybe the Northern animals were family. I complained about it back then since I'd be wearing puffy coats and winter accessories in the middle of summer when everyone else was going to Hawaii or Mexico, but I saw how happy he was whenever he'd have a wild caught salmon for dinner or get to walk close to a glacier. When he'd see icebergs in the water from boat tours he'd be sitting entirely outside on the deck during or, most importantly, the day he finally got a chance to visit Admiralty Island (better known as "Fortress of the Bear"). It had always been his dream to go and as he sat there at ease in the tall grass fields watching the giant brown bears graze the fields a mile away. He had a look on his face as if he was meant to be there forever, that he was never supposed to leave. It was hard to not gain a fondness for the place with how much he loved it, and my dad would even tell my sister and I that the remote wilderness of Alaska is where he wants his ashes to one day be placed. Inevitably, I'll be going back again one day to the "final frontier" for him to finally be able to stay there forever like he wanted.

When he wasn't in Alaska, he was at home with me in Colorado taking me on adventures in the Rocky mountains. He was an avid fish lover, always packing salmon, halibut, or a tuna sandwich. I don't think he ate much else when I was a kid, and before my fish allergy developed, that was pretty much my diet too. I think he honestly was disappointed when I wasn't able to eat fish anymore, lamenting on the fact that I never got to have another Alaskan salmon or try a smoked fish. Every time his back would get itchy, he'd scratch it by using the corner between the doorway and the wall, very reminiscent of a bear using a tree to get some unreachable spot which I laughed about to which he'd shrug and say "it's an instinct I guess". Dessert always had to have honey in it, but if honey wasn't available, it had to be something with pumpkin or berries. Pumpkin pie, berry pie, and pumpkin ice cream were his favorites and his birthday dinners usually involved one of the three instead of cake. He often watched bear documentaries with me too, namely one I remember about someone who was the "Grizzly Man" who lived mostly in the wild and met his end to the very bears he spent his life around and I also remember him enjoying Never Cry Wolf, a 1983 film set in Alaska's remote North as well. It inspired him to apply for the ticket lottery every year for over a decade to try and win a trip to Katmai to see the bears during the salmon run, which he inconveniently won when he was literally already in Alaska and about to head back home. Needless to say, his irritated groans and pouts weren't forgotten on the plane back to Colorado.

My mom was mostly absent from my life in the sense that she played no healthy or genuine part in raising me despite being under the same roof due to her relentless addictions, so I do feel as if my childhood was mostly defined by being my dad's "bear cub". He loved animals and taught me to respect them and nature tremendously, and his "abnormal" behaviors became something I now recognize as something I resonate with as a grown otter therian. I sometimes wonder if he raised me into otterhood and if I would still be a therian without his influence, or if my otterhood is something of a "family trait" given that my older sister strikes me as a bird therian in many ways too, but I find it amusing to consider that there are so many animalistic individuals in my family who could fall under the alterhuman umbrella, and yet have never uttered the word "therian" in their lives. I'm curious how many other people in the world are just like me and simply never wanted to label it or explore it deeper, or worse, how many people have had it shunned into the depths of themselves to be forgotten about? I for one am grateful that I can call myself nonhuman and live a life understanding why I am the way that I am, even if I'm unsure of the source.

I'm still alive. Here's an old sf scene with barley and my old selfinsert based on valka's comeback.

#barley #barley lightfoot #onward #self ship #onward fanart

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Africa Comic

Man, i cant express how much i love Africa, I couldnt belive a story so beautifly written and drawn exist. And is on webtoon.

I had my doubts because many animal stories end up being ambicious but lacking.

Someday i will make a review.

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My pride critic

Well, I don’t know if you knew this, but I’m a fan of animal stories. It’s a bit of a torture because they are hard to find in a mainstream way, things that aren’t classics or the Warrior Cats. Don’t even get me started if you’re looking for things in Spanish.

That’s why, back in the day, I was really excited when the YouTuber Tribbleofdoom released her own web series about lions, and I actually followed it faithfully around 2020. I enjoyed it, but watching it now, I recognize several of the issues it has.

However, I feel like most reviews focus too much on minor details and political ideas instead of the flaws in the story, so I decided to dedicate a review to it.

What was most insulting to me was the premise of the series, I mean, using lions to represent machismo, supposedly in a patriarchal society. What I’m going to say is that the series doesn’t portray this well. Yes, the lionesses, in theory, belong to the male and don’t have names until they prove their worth as hunters. But aside from that, the biggest obstacle they face is the fact that they can't hang out with other lionesses. In everything else, they do what they want, and nothing prevents them from leaving the pride if they don’t like the male. On the other hand, the males are kicked out as soon as they reach adulthood, forced to wander in what the series introduces as a cruel desert that barely has prey or water. The only way to have a better life is to take it from another male, as well as being forced to kill the cubs because if not, the lionesses refuse. After that, you just have to wait for another male to probably kill you or wander until you die.

According to the series, this system benefits the males, and no one other than Feather thinks this messes them up. All the attention goes to the sapphic relationship between Nothing and Hover.

Well, to be honest, I didn’t find their relationship toxic like most people complained about, just very rushed. They meet in episode 2, and by episode 3, they’re living together. I know this series is limited in many ways, but they should’ve thought about the pacing more if they knew they had limited time. The sin of the series is being too ambitious with the few resources it has, both in terms of time and animation.

I won’t judge the animation too harshly, since while the series had some financial collaboration and considerable views, I know it’s not enough to have fluid movements like Disney.

As for the drawing style, I do find it a bit ugly. Their snouts are so squished that they look like pugs or Persian cats. And the way they draw blood is a bit disgusting, especially since they exaggerate the amount. Yes, wild animals get terrible wounds, but they don’t spew tons of blood from a single injury. It tries to make the story more mature than it really is.

pd: also whanever someone says something negative of this series, thery recomend I hope so. Which i found it mediocre and quite boring. But thats a review for another day

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Let's see how this goes