🫵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 update: 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 >:]]
-Caelus from Honkai Star Rail 💫
-Reki from Sk8 the Infinity 🛹
-Rainbow Dash from My Little Pony🌈
-Norah from Underwater 🌊
-Denki from My Hero Academia⚡️
-Natsuki Subaru from Re:Zero 🕐
I’m always looking for sourcemates!! Please interact if you’re around :3
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 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.
I don’t think I truly understood the pain of seeing kin (my wolf side) suffering or being humiliated until I saw The Gray (the Liam Neeson movie). There was this scene when one of the humans had grown mad, and he decided to carve a wolf’s head off of the body; the other humans were disgusted by him, but I just felt this.. odd, threatened feeling. Like, I felt hairs on the scruff of my neck raise like hackles, and I was unintentionally chuffing at the screen. I was around family, and none seemed to hold the same expression. But it was uncomfortable, and I truly understand the discomfort/pain other therians and nonhumans experience around their kins being abused.
A selfish part of me has come back. They look at me dead in the eyes, tears down their face, and ask quietly if we’re someone’s favourite person. They hold their arms tight, and they want. They keel over on their side, sobbing and they ask again: please, does someone miss us? The selfish part of me wants to be heard, understood, seen, lying on the floor like a kicked dog. They have stars and light and blood pouring from their chest, and all they can do is apologise for the mess while trying to scoop it back into their chest, hoping this vulnerability isn’t noticed.
No, I answer them with a dangerously weak heart and torn voice. You will be known, and you’ll be loved. You’ll be everyone’s friend, the comrade they lean on. But they won’t see you as more. You’ll be missed, but like how a constellation in the sky is missed; a pretty thing to have by your side, but unnecessary. If you were ever someone’s favourite, nothing is permanent. Life is meant to change, just like you. It’s beautiful, isn’t it? The love is there, but it fluctuates. The memory is there, but it dims. The friendship is there, but it’s weakening with every moment passing you do not act lively.
You’re selfish for wanting more, dear me. I kneel down by them and shield them from the longing, and begin cradling the blood in my hands to help them return it. It keeps coming out, and it’ll never stop, but it’s the least I could do for them.
