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i condone every evil thing in real life. that's right, i never put my shopping carts in the cart return! i have sex with them then roll them into the ditch. hi, welcome to my blog. i am a black pansexual furry/therianish kitty in my late 20s. i'm polyamorous, been in an open relationship for over a decade <333333 i'm non-binary with a feminine and masculine gender. i like the term transandrogynous. i keep asks off and DMs limited to mutuals bc spam. my discord is nekomimi_hell if you wanna chat. i do bite, ngl. but i'm nice! (guys. he's literally nice.)
stuff i like and (re)post abt a lot: miku. sonks. amy, metal sonic, shadow r my favorites. knights, robots, cowboys, masked/faceless characters, furries, monsters, fashion, memes, sex, discourse, myself ig idk normal tumblr stuff
some anime/manga i like: fma, hellsing, bleach, inuyasha, cowboy beebop, soul eater, jojo, dungeon meshi, beastars, jjk, dandadan, durarara, chainsaw man, campfire cooking, witch from mercury, ohshc, madoka magica, pswg, flcl, ghost in a shell, space dandy, hunterxhunter, the summer hikaru died
some games i like: the binding of isaac, slay the spire, atomicrops, morsels, enter the gungeon, ultrakill, overwatch (mains: mei/junkrat, zen/ana, sigma/ball but i only rlly play arcade and mystery heroes lol. never comp/stadium. filthy casual til i die✌🏾), risk of rain 2, smash, rivals of aether.
The mimic you replaced your husband with finds out you've been lying.
Part one
You're really lucky your former husband had no job and drove away all his loved ones except for you because it really makes passing his replacement off much easier.
One morning while making yourself and your husband some tea (he prefers no milk or sugar apparently) you notice that he seems a little agitated. It's been a week since you brought him home, you assumed city life would be a hard adjustment but maybe you should check if the forum says anything about-
You can't finish your thought because he suddenly shoots up from his chair, scraping it against the floor and making you flinch back on instinct.
You both freeze, he's clearly confused by your reaction and you puff out a little laugh to ease the tension, remembering that he might look near identical but this is a different person. He eyes you with concern, almost looking pained, and you slide him his tea, giving him a reassuring pat on the arm.
“It’s fine, I’m just a little jumpy today."
He nods his head but it's clear that he knows there's something else. You’ve seen that look a few times, you think he gets it when he’s remembering something from your ex’s memories that doesn’t add up with the present. It’s just like what someone from the forum said, they clearly don’t remember things in detail, it’s more like they mimic a person’s muscle memory. Though your mimic doesn’t seem to even remember much of that, he doesn’t really speak or move or act like your ex at all, even his expressions incredibly different.
Maybe your mimic is less experienced with mimicry or maybe he doesn’t care about your ex enough to mimic him right. That thought makes you smile just a little before you realise your husband is still looking at you with concern in his eyes.
You brush your fingers up his shirt,
“What's the matter?"
His fingers fiddle with the hem of your sweater, waiting a minute before asking,
“Can we go outside."
You blink, looking at the early morning sun peeking through the kitchen window.
“Now?"
He nods and you shrug your shoulders, “Why not."
He smiles, still a strange site to see on your ex-husband's face. The way he does it looks a little off, like he’s out of practice. You're not even a little concerned when he downs the mug of just boiled tea in one go, this is the same creature who ate a handful of dirt from one of your potted plants once when he thought you weren't looking.
You watch him march to the front door of your apartment and call out,
“You have to put some pants on, Babe!"
He whirls back around in confusion, “I’m wearing-” He looks down at his boxers for a long moment, you imagine him looking through your ex’s mind to evaluate the difference between baggy boxer briefs and pants. He looks back up at you, “Right.” and marches off to the bedroom.
The inexperienced mimic theory only strengthens.
Once you're outside, you walk him to where you're pretty sure he wants to go, holding his hand firmly so he doesn't get lost or overwhelmed by all the people.
He brightens up the moment he's under the trees of the city park.
“I know It doesn't compare to the woods we were in last week but…"
He smiles up at you, sitting on the ground picking at grass.
“It's nice…Babe."
His eyebrows furrow, the word must be unfamiliar on his tongue, your ex never called you by any pet names, none that you could call affectionate. He does that often, tries to do things he thinks you'd like to keep up his charade but it seems he has difficulty finding the muscle memory in his stolen body for any tender actions.
He clearly struggles with his wants and his desire for his nature to stay a secret, and it makes you wish you could just confess that you already know but everyone on your little forum advised against it. Nobody gives much information besides the basics, the location and what mimics are, you assume if you even hint at what you’ve done, you’ll be blocked and banned from the secretive group.
Worst case scenario is your mimic starts acting more like your ex in an effort to keep his secret safe. Maybe if you encourage him to do things your ex would never do then he’ll continue forming an entirely different personality on his own without even realising it.
He closes his eyes and lays flat on the grass, the site makes you stifle a laugh before you sit down next to him.
“Y'know, you could work here as park staff. You'd get to come here every day and look after the park and the animals, maybe improve your people skills a little?"
You confidence fizzles out a little as you speak, your ex would've had an outburst if you even mentioned him getting a job. He looks up at the trees and breathes in deeply, unlike the stiff mechanical breaths he usually repeats.
Your husband nods his head, turning to look at you.
“I want that."
You smile back down at him. He wants that. Not you nor your ex’s ghost. Him.
You’re both cuddling on the couch, eyes glued to the documentary playing on the TV, the calming voice of David Attenborough helping you relax after a long day.
“The leader raccoon and I are on good terms again."
Your husband mumbles, sliding his hand up and down your back. You hum for him to continue, head resting on his harder than normal chest as you breathe in his always piney scent.
“He wont be messing trash all over the walkways anymore.”
You mumble a little, “That’s great, Honey.” watching a very majestic humpback whale come up for air.
He says your name softly and you crane your neck up to look at him. The conflicted look on his face makes you pause.
“I used to work in I.T before I quit a few years ago… Why did you think I would like working at the park?"
You expected questions from him, far more than he’s actually thrown at you but you still tense up when he actually asks you something from your ex’s memories. You try to recite exactly what you practiced in your head many times over.
“Well…ever since that camping trip you've been acting different…in a good way. I think getting out there and reconnecting with nature really helped you out of your slump. You have a job now and a friend even though he's a raccoon."
He looks away almost bashfully, giving the TV a long calculating look before meeting your eyes again. “I changed… for the better?”
You nod, leaning up on your elbows to see him better. Maybe this is it, this is how you keep him from realising you know but also keep him from acting more like your ex for his own self-preservation.
“Yeah, that trip was good for you. You’re happier and kind and helpful and you don’t get so… angry all the time. I- I really like it.”
You stroke his cheek lightly, this past month has really been the happiest you’ve been in years. You just wish you could show him how much you want him, not who he’s failing at pretending to be.
“Even if it’s different?”
The hope in his voice lights up your heart.
“I love the new you... more than I ever loved the old one.”
He meets your eyes and it’s like you can see all his emotions in his blown out pupils. His fingers graze your cheek and he leans forward, bringing you into a kiss. You kiss him back, straddling his lap as he sits up. He pulls on your sweater, bringing you closer,
“You love me. You love me.” He mumbles like a prayer into your skin as he kisses your neck. This poor creature spent all this time thinking you wanted another man, probably carrying guilt at being the one to take said man away from you. If only he knew.
His hand carves through your hair and you think you feel him shiver before you softly bite his neck, not hard enough to hurt, just to leave a mark. He bucks his hips and moans, actually moans.
Your sex lives have mostly consisted of pretty vanilla fucking with him only letting out grunts every now and then. You figured that’s all he knew how to do and he just needed some time to get comfortable. It was far better than your sex life before him so you were sure to never complain lest he start trying to look into your ex’s memories for reference.
But hearing the sound he just made fired up something inside you that's been dormant for a long time. You want to hear it again so you bite down again but you were clearly too overzealous because he winces and pulls you back by your hair, making you let out a surprised whine of pain. Suddenly you’re not warm anymore, you’re freezing and the man in front of you isn’t your mimic anymore, it’s your husband. It happens in an instant, you push him away from you and scramble back to the other side of the couch.
He goes completely rigid and the horrified look on his face knocks you out of your panicked state immediately. He looks down at his hand, clenching and unclenching his fist and then looks back to you. It’s almost like you can tell exactly what memories you’ve just triggered, just by looking at his face. You crawl a little closer to him, trying not to shake too much.
“No, no, It's okay, It’s- I’m fine."
He shakes his head, suddenly standing up, straight and rigid like a tree.
“I need the bathroom."
He walks off, twitching slightly, shoulders tensed all the way up to his ears and you hear the bathroom door slide shut.
He stays in there for hours. Hours of alternating between frantic pacing and sitting on the couch with your head in your hands trying not to cry. What’s worse, killed by a monster you thought could love you or abused by said monster just like the husband you killed.
You want to believe your mimic wouldn’t do that to you but there was a time where you thought your husband would never lay a hand on you either. When it gets late enough, you decide to head to bed, not to sleep but to at least have somewhere soft to wait for your fate. You can’t run even if you wanted to, the other members of the forum made that clear, if it wants to, it’ll find you.
Curled on your side, you don't turn around when the door creaks open and he pads into the room. The footsteps stop at his side of the bed and everything is silent except for those distinct snapping sounds you haven’t heard since that night. You take deep breaths, readying yourself to get what you probably deserve.
You feel the bed dip and he pulls himself under the sheets. He slinks an arm around you, pressing you against his unmoving chest. He isn’t even trying to pretend to breathe anymore, not trying to seem human any longer because what would be the point?
You hear something from behind you, a whispery, scratching sound, you don’t even register that it’s coming from him at first. Eventually it becomes more distinct, a voice, his voice, not your husband’s but a voice that sounds airy and sharp, like leaves rustling in the wind.
“He’s dead.”
The bed dips further behind you, like he’s getting heavier somehow. You feel a strange thickness climb over your body under the sheets, it smells like pine and you let it slowly swallow you.
“We killed him."
Your tears flow freely and you pull the sticky, viscous form of your lover closer to you, seeking it’s warmth, it’s comfort. You cling to it, feeling vines wrap around your legs and sturdy bark under your fingers. It brushes your tears away with the softness of a flower petal.
“I will never let you suffer like that again.”
The smell of dirt and moss is strong, you welcome it into your lungs.
hyena positivity that focuses on spotted hyenas only is so fake. if you don’t love brown and striped hyenas then get out. if you don’t love aardwolves I can’t even look at you oh my god
In a national survey of [trans & gender expansive] people assigned female or intersex at birth who had been pregnant [n=210], we found that more than one in three respondents had considered ending a pregnancy on their own without clinical supervision, and that nearly one in five had attempted to do so. Reported abortion methods ranged from ingesting herbs and vitamin C to physical trauma to testosterone use, among other unsafe or ineffective methods. Notably, not a single person reported using misoprostol or mifepristone – the World Health Organization (WHO)-recommended abortion medications – to self-manage an abortion.
from Abortion attempts without clinical supervision among transgender, nonbinary and gender-expansive people in the United States by Moseson et al (2021).
In 2020 this study on cis women in the US found that 1.4% had ever attempted a self-managed abortion. This study from 2024 found that before the 2022 decision that struck down Roe vs Wade, 2.4% to 3.3% of cis women had ever self managed an abortion, and after 2022 that rose to 10.1%.
God, I wish people would pay this more attention. There's been massive attacks on both abortion/birth control and gender affirming care at the same time by the same people. You think the overlap would be obvious. You'd think it would be too obvious for people to not talk about how scary this is for trans people who can get pregnant, how this is the perfect example of how anti-trans violence is an inherent part of patriarchy & misogyny. And fucking yet!!!!!!
There's even the fact that the executive order defining sex as male and female and immutable, defined male and female as "a person belonging, at conception, to the sex that produces [gametes]." They worked "legal personhood starts at conception" into the executive order targeting trans people and no one talked about it. One must ask why we (and I mean both trans/queer people and self-identified feminists at large) are so goddamn allergic to talking about issues that affect trans people who can get pregnant! What is it about this group that makes it so we aren't compelling enough victims for anybody who claims to care about intersectionality to give a shit about!
Also gonna link this post because this is a prime fucking example of how cissexist feminism's refusal to theorize about how systemic institutional misogyny targets and shapes the lives of trans people who aren't women is so profoundly harmful. Because that's a major part of the answer here. People don't know how to be feminist about trans men & nb/gq people's oppression under patriarchy, because your feminism is cissexist even if you include (some) trans women & use people's pronouns.
How do I explain to you people that interracial relationships are okay
Not every white person dating a POC is fetishizing. White people can be respectful and responsible when it comes to culture and relationships and not everyone has bad intentions.
Asian people can date Black people without you saying shit like “your kids will be so pretty” they’re not dating for pretty kids. They’re dating bc they like each other.
Someone can dress their partner in clothing from their culture if they want. Someone can take their partner to cultural events if they want.
People in relationships can share cultures, experiences and love without it being toxic or skin deep.
Their partner isn’t culturally appropriating. Their partner is being shown the ultimate form of love, bc their partner trusts them and loves them enough to share their history and heritage.
Yeah, dating someone from your culture is nice bc you automatically have similar experiences. But you’re not limited to dating people with the same experiences. Loving someone is sharing and growing and being together.
Interracial relationships aren’t always toxic, and some of y’all need to stop projecting onto other people.
