#atherian

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[xoxohomicidal-cougarxoxo]

It's sad that there will always be those who invalidate others merely because that to fit in the concept of most.

God forbid you deviate from the norm.

Main reason why I don't fully associate with a group but with those who are in such groups. I don't follow what is correct and not correct as those ideas are well... just concepts you that up and think everyone should abide to them even if one does not fit.

It's really just individuals expressing themselves in a why they feel happy. Why would you harass and dismantle them. Almost always, they are not hurting anyone or themselves; it simply challenging your world view.

Anyways, I myself was always ostracized as I did not fit the norms of most labels as things I was not. I did try to fit the box they wanted me to fit. Which did not lead to happiness but pain and discomfort. Those people did not help be better they just wanted me to be their image of a person it was never about my wellbeing.

Finding a community like atherians, otherkin, nonhuman, trans, and etc. Made me feel accepted and happy for once, but even in these communities, they suffer from discriminating on meaningless matters because a subset of those are not polish and presentable to those who want to oppress us. Those who do not care if you make everything clean and presentable at the end of the day they want everyone gone as all of us are the same to them.

Simply let those be themselves and keep your heart open to those different than you, even in the same communities.

[acatandarat]

how many flags can YOU name?! P2

a little harder this time, check this blog for part 1! also: see if you can find which flag is the outlier! as always, NO googling! you may use your own wits or you could ask for help from a friend! GOOD LUCK! ≽^•⩊•^≼

[ridaine]

(Azrael)

Wanted to try this shading style out again and I'm happy with it! I'm probably going to offer commissions in this style at some point.

[ridaine]

Hi my name is Shera and literally every time I see good pixel art I get inspired for like 10min are try it out again and I am literally never happy with it buT IT'S FINE THAT'S WHAT PRACTICE IS FOR. This time tried to make a little pixel doll of my oc, Azrael toyhou.se/521457.azrael I think next time I'll make it bigger, for a bit of a smoother look. Maybe like... 2x the size lmao....

[justmeforever34]

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Name: joey (he/his)

I have an coffee addiction

Book addiction

Smoking addiction

Gaming

Nature lover

Looking for romance in a romance dead world.

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Quotes:

> “i was never meant to fit the shape of skin.”

“some part of me still howls when it rains.”

“they told me i was just dreaming — but dreams don’t leave claw marks on your soul.”

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Likes:

Cold weather

Walking alone at dusk

Forests that feel older than time

Music that sounds like it’s bleeding

Dislikes:

Fluorescent lighting

Cities that never sleep

Being told to "snap out of it"

Noise without meaning

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[ridaine]

Doodles of my vampire Daughter Azrael before on her first night as a Vampire and before she was turned.

You can see more art of her and a brief bio here:

Azrael

[atherian-blog1]

In the Beginning

Writer’s Note: Geeze, I made this tumblr quite awhile ago to do some writing but, as per usual I’m pretty shit at keeping up with it. Oh well. Guess I’ll just slap some words up from my first work. Been trying to work on writing from a girl’s perspective so forgive in advance for any awkward weirdness.

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In the beginning, such a cliche. One of which I am all but sick an tired of. It’s as if you forget everything for which came before it. I don’t like to think of myself as someone who is easily fooled, but even in our weakest times sometimes we grasp for straws for which we never thought possible before.

In the time before I began to really live, before I realized my endless potential, and what I could really do, It was dark. No I’m not kidding, it was literally dark, my mother had forgotten to pay the electricity bill...again. In those days I felt like nothing would change. 

Rewind and let’s take a look at my life until this age. My parents split when I was the age of five. Listening from the top of the stairs as they fought was almost like a hobby of mine. Yet that night was different, the yelling stopped and a slam was heard as my father walked out on us. 

Over the next  few years my mother would fall into depression which resulted in many job changes and homes. I stopped counting after ten elementary schools honestly. I stopped making friends, what was the point? I’d just have to suffer the silent, yet inevitable pain of saying goodbye once again. 

Eventually mother remarried and between the two my step-father spent all his money on cars and my mother on animals who seemed to be the only thing to bring light into her life. Over time the electricity was turned off, the truck was repossessed, and in a single wide trailer we ended up. All my childhood possessions lost to an unpaid storage locker. 

So to say I was a bit spiteful that despite all of this and the constant lack of food to eat was an understatement. Talking to her did nothing and in a corner I felt backed into. As I sat there on that night the pale moonlight washing over my skin my mind wondered down the dark rabbit hole. I turned towards my sister, who slept soundly on her old mattress on the floor, my mind sighing.

I finally gave in and went to the bathroom not even bothering to turn the light on. I opened the cabnit to find the familiar bottle of medicine which had been used to cure countless stomach aches and headaches. My sober empty eyes inspected the half full bottle ready to make my last farewell.

A sigh escaped me as I took the bottle and went to lean against the wall the frank features of this trailer illuminated once more as the moon peeked out from behind a cloud. I placed my arm around my legs placing my head on my knees. As the wind rushed by I would remember all the unfortunate circumstances leading up to this moment.

As I looked up to grab the bottle from the ground from where I had placed it I didn’t find it, instead in it’s place was a foot. I slowly looked up to the figure that had stood before me. Thinking about it now, I should have been more worried about how he got in, but at this time I was so numb I couldn’t bring myself to even speak. 

Here before me stood a young boy, looking about the same age as me if not a year or two older. His skin was pale white, his limbs were slender and delicate. His face gave way to soft green eyes and sandy blonde hair which looked about 2 inches laying straight atop his head.

It was at this moment that was not my beginning but more of when I first started to truly live.