🫵HI HELLO! If you’re here, welcome to my den! It’s lovely to have you :] 🫂
🔔🪩The name’s Jingles, but you can call me by my kin names as well (feat. below), and if you honestly want to make me a nickname, I’ll happily take it! (Granted it’s not mean or anything)
🚲Masc presenting bisexual in the corner with currently really short brown hair :3 Any pronouns work for me! Make one up if you really want to, I don’t mind!
🏞️I’m from America, but I've been travelling with family since I was 8. I had a lot of back and forth between India-to-America-to-Thailand-to-America again for most of my life, but I’ve moved down to Australia in the last few years! (Ps, I’m a yapper about my travels, ask meeee)
🗣️Random fun fact: busted my wrist two weeks before Christmas skateboarding, and long story short, I now have a permanent trinket (a metal plate with 6 screws) in there!
I’m a dragon at heart and partially physically! (Blue/brown, if you wanted to know) and a wolfkin! All alterhumans and nonhumans are safe here <3 🐾🐉
💚I’m starting a moot hoard as well! If y’all would like, you can be a part of it; nothing needed or necessary, and I’ll always be happy to collect you all :> after all, you’re all more valuable than gold in my eyes <3 (if you don’t want to be followed back, just dm me ^^)
✨I love anything shiny, makes noise, or can be worn. I’m a cuddly one of sorts, and I’ll always be here for those who need to vent
📖Ask about my fanfics and I will kiss you on the forehead and yap to you about it pleasepleaseplease
💫🐉I have a romantic relationship (yumeship) with Dan Heng for over 2 years now, and we’ve adopted Denji as our son for nearly 5 months now! But if anyone has an idea on how to make the world a better place for Denji, feel free to let me know! He’s been through enough, my son.
🪽👁️Very random? But I’m mutuals with david-anon (the angel-terrified man), and I think that’s pretty cool!
KINS AS WELL >:]] (sorry for the long list, it’s been a while)
-Caelus from Honkai Star Rail 💫 (highest kin!)
-Reki from Sk8 the Infinity 🛹
-Rainbow Dash from My Little Pony🌈
-Norah from Underwater 🌊 (low kin)
-Denki from My Hero Academia⚡️(low kin)
-Natsuki Subaru from Re:Zero 🕐
-Qifrey from Witch Hat Atelier 🖋️
-Aoba Seragaki from DMMD 🎧
I’m always looking for sourcemates!! Please interact if you’re around :3 and I absolutely don’t mind doubles
If any of y’all find yourself in Aus, look for the “Toothy” or cat stickers littering the malls or wherever :] you've found my trail!
DNI list:
-anti-LGBTQIA+
-pedophiles
-hate against nonhumans/therians
-overall hate of anyone/anycreature
-discrimination
-MAGA/Trump supporters
-AI “artists”
-Telling someone to kys? Not cool dude
🏷️And I suppose I’ll make a tag list? It may make it easier in the long run :>🏷️
#jingle jingle = usual posting, trademark?
#Orion’sDragon = Dan Heng, yumeship
#Mini D = Denji, platonic yume son
#The DDs = if I mention Denji and Dan Heng in the same post!
#Trinketless = sadder, or more serious posts
#Inked dragon = poetry or non-related rambles
#Tracked down = tagged in something post!
#(Fill in the blank) moot/bestie/anon = someone who messages me more often than not, so I have a separate tag for them
If there are posts on here that don’t have any of these tags, I apologise; I’m still updating and keeping track of my own posts :3
I’ve always had the whimsy of the stars and the earth since I was a little one. My days in the mountains were spent crushing rocks so I could find the perfect dusting to wrap in leaves. My favourite things was a box of crystals and rocks I got at a farmers market. I had an unhealthy attachment to the National Geographic almanac (with the wolf on the cover) whenever I could find the pages on stars. I can find Orión anywhere I’ve been; it’s a comfort to me. I have a meteorite that’s over 2000 years old next to me, as well as a golden obsidian, smooth and polished. I’ve always had my head stuck in the clouds and down in the dirt. I ate rocks. I spent way too much time outside staring at the night sky. My whimsy comes from space and earth.
I think my heart belongs to the kind people and creatures I’ve met.
My heart belongs to the auntie in India who gave me extra rice and chilli dahl when I was 12, speaking in another language so fondly I could read the love between.
My heart belongs to the blonde boy who gave me a mini candy cane when I was 7 in a crowd during Christmas (because his family was raising funds for a charity), and who I never saw since.
My heart belongs to the little stray kitten with a torn tail I found when I was 11, who I cared for with strips of flavoured fish, who purred so loudly and felt so warm. (I named her Light-Light in Hindi, and I learned she died from stray dogs one day I was absent. She was buried by the elders who knew I took care of her.)
My heart belongs to the beautiful person I saw at a bookstore once when I was 17, who had eyes like whiskey in the light and smiled like the sun; they helped me with finding books, and gave me information on getting a job in the area.
My heart belongs to the students I grew up with when I was still in my first school—I was only 8 when I left, but when I returned two years later to finish a single term, the ones who still remained remembered my name.
My heart belongs to the first boy I had a crush on, who dressed up for my 5th birthday party as Buzz Lightyear and brought me a smile and a gift to spare. (I last saw him when I was 14; he goes to Uni now, and still wears the same glasses)
My heart belongs to the dog that slept outside the church when I was 13, who had fleas and sad eyes, but licked my hands and wagged its tail when I visited it and pet it. He was full of life.
My heart belongs to everyone kind I’ve met in my life. I think a piece of me left with each stranger who waved at me or complimented me, and went to reside next to their heart. I am but a museum of others and the proof of love, as someone said. I wonder if the piece of my heart is a part of those I’ve seen, too.
I think sometimes I need someone to cradle my face, kiss me, and tell me very clearly that they enjoy my company and that I’m not annoying, and then we cuddle together until the hole in my chest is filled
As I write this, I'm thinking about a few days ago. A few days ago when I wanted to be dead, and I thought about what comes after death. It was either darkness, or reincarnation. Now, I have new hopes, for the before and after.
Before I die, I hope I meet you. I hope I can find you and muttzy and occi and everyone else that I love here. I have some huge hugs for you. Before I die, I want to make it. Really make it, into a house of my own, with racks for tails and suits and rooms for joyful dancing and dreaming.
Before I die, I want to be truly happy. No pills or awful days.
And when I die, go into that great ending, I want to see. I want to see how I've helped people, and see that I made a difference. I want to see that people did care. Always. When I die, I want to wake up five again, not a care in the world, playing the bedtime cat game. I always was feline, and that? That made me euphoric before I knew the word. When I die, I want to wake before the social shift, playing games on the playground in elementary. Yes, then home wasn't great, but who needed that home?
When I die, I want to grow wings. Wings and scales, and be my true self.
Absolutely inspired by your post.
I’d like to think, that before we die, we'll all find each other and know we weren’t alone in all this. We'll all romp around together, run through the brushes, call through the trees and the rivers until we’re breathless under the moonlight. I’d like to think that we can make it, that others can look at all of us and know they could have a bright future as who they are.
And when we die, we’ll all still find each other, maybe just a little differently; but I’m sure I’d recognise all of you, even with your fur and your scales and your metal gears.
I hope you get to wake up peacefully and joyfully, five years old again without a worry in the world. I hope you get to wake up again, and you’ll be able to outstretch your wings so wide, and shake the ground with your roar.
Guys it’s like past midnight but what if. There was a time traveler murderer who used their power to create an alibi by being in one place with witnesses while their future self murders someone, then when the deed is done they go back in time to create the murder at a safe distance where they’ve already gotten an alibi. And what if. What if they had an enemy who was immortal that they had killed years ago and watched their past and future self at the same time. So, like, ideas
I will forever love the “I’ll find you in another life” and “I know you, I just don’t know where or when” trope. You cannot make me hate it. I will forever eat that shit up. I will bawl my eyes out at the characters dying each other’s arms, promising to find the other in another universe. I will be found sobbing when characters—who, mind you, have seen wars and deaths and joys beyond words—look at each other and go “haven’t I seen you before?” I will be caught dead before you hear me saying, “man, I really hate that trope that has one character die early on and the other live on and only when they’re on their deathbed do they see them again and later are reincarnated into carefree teenagers in a school and are in love”. You will be finding a stack of fanfics and physical media that tell stories of love beyond one life in my will when I die. Tell me that a story has those characters in bed, whispering to each other that they know them, long before they met, and you’ll find me screaming at it, that yes, you have, I learned your story before you could remember and I watch you die and grow and figure it out together.
