fidel

adult - the local bloodsucker (he/him) - minors don't dm

[unmuzzled-cryptid]

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about me:

• the names I use the most are cuervo/lobo/fidel

• adult

• he/him

• afab, trans man and aroace

• argentinian 🇦🇷

• my first language is spanish and my english is self taught so it's not perfect

• tone tags are appreciated

• my dms and asks are open, but minors please don't dm me

dni

basic dni criteria, + ai generation users

just don't be an asshole in general tbh

let me know if I interact with someone problematic, I'm most likely not aware

TWs and CWs for my posts and overall blog:

• blood, raw meat, gore, bugs, death, decomposition, animal remains

• suicide, self harm, drugs, substance abuse, eating disorders

• I will tag these as best as I can, but still, if you're not comfortable with or you're triggered by stuff like this please block me or don't follow me

tags

# unmuzzled cryptid thoughts - basically me yapping

# unmuzzled cryptid vents - me venting

# unmuzzled cryptid pics - posts with pics

# unmuzzled cryptid reblogs - reblogs

# unmuzzled cryptid answers - answering to asks

sheesh I suck at intros

[brn3rph0n3]

Jesus Christ, will you grow a backbone? It's not your fault you have fuckin' lumps of fat on your chest, and it's not your fault your hips are so prominent, ok? That, and start telling people you fucking name. You think it's cute to give them permission? No. It's not. They don't have a choice. Say your name, tranny. You're a grown man now, you have to act like it.

@ myself actually

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KEEP GOING. BECOME STRONGER THAN YOUR DAD WAS FOR YOUR MOM.

(reference to the front bottoms - santa monica lyrics: "I wanna be stronger than your dad was for your mom")

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so yeah I can confirm that it didn't get easier, just easier to hide, but at least now I'm prepared for an aching the rest of my life I guess

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I will always hate myself more than I could ever love anyone

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humans will hurt you and dehumanize you your whole life then act surprised when you actually end up identifying as alterhuman

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I cried at the art museum today. perhaps it is foolish of me to dwell on such experiences and thoughts, and I will not deny that I have always been awful at abstract matters, yet I was not crying because of how beautiful the pieces were or how much effort I could tell was put on them. the main reason was you. the sound of your shoes against the wooden floor, the traces of pride in your voice when you managed to recognize the different stitches on the knitted works, how quietly we were speaking, how madly we ended up laughing. you walked into a picture I was taking. my hoodie's pocket was so damn sticky with the half eaten candy I shoved in it before they allowed us to go inside, and we kept joking about it. the mere fact that you were there, something as natural as your existence tangling with mine and it comforting me to such an unimaginable extent, that was what brought tears to my eyes.

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I was the type of kid who would come back home late, all bruised and with dirt under his nails because he had buried a mouse the other kids killed.

"it's smaller than you, it stands no chance against your shoes and it has never tried to hurt you. it's scared. it wants to live. isn't that reason enough?"

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people don't like me. they like the things I do for them, but not me. I will always do my best to give everything I can to others, but I don't expect anything in return because I understand I don't deserve so. I'm an incredibly unlovable thing, and I live all of my days aware of that.

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I used to like the mornings

I'd survived another night

I'd walk to breakfast through the garden

see the flowers stretching in the sunlight

now I wake up in the mornings

and all the kindness is drained out of me

I spend hours just wincing

and trying to regain some sense of peace

(lyrics from the ballad of the costa concordia by car seat headrest)

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every night I lay down and I dread the next morning coming.

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lycanthropy is a spectrum.

(another version of this thingy I posted a while ago)

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I never stopped smoking. did you forgive me? - lyric change from anchorite (love you very much) by car seat headrest.

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Eyes through the leaves. Light filtered through the canopy. You are not in the farmers field anymore. But he is here looking for you, feral beast, you have taken too much. For your survival you should have stayed hungry. But as you see him. Palming his gun, sweating in fear.

What if you took one more?

would the metal from the gun feel lighter on my hands if I was sure of my decision? would my aim be less shaky? would it be a single, clean shot? would there be less wailing? would it be easier to carry the carcass home and then skin it?

would it make any difference?

when my fingers stumble upon the bullet hole among the fur, would I hesitate to keep peeling off that coat? it's the same coat I saw squirming through a hole on the chicken's coop. it's the same eyes I saw between the trees, stealing glances at the meat roasting over the fire.

it would not be the first of its kind I put down. can it smell the gunpowder? does it know? would I be the first one of my kind it sinks its fangs onto? would my flesh between its teeth taste any different from the chickens? would its fur against my fingers feel any different from my dog's?

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TAKE UP SPACE

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dirt roads, bike grease under my nails, mountain air cutting my face, my knuckles cracked open, the constant buzzing of flies, my clothes torn from barbed wire, the after smell of goats walking their way to the river, dogs howling in the middle of the night, fixing sprained ankles with socks and tape, running to buy cheap ice cream, playing on the old car tires behind the school.

I despise the town I grew up in, as small and suffocating as it seems these days, but it still whispers my name and tugs at my thoughts whenever the city lights grow cold and piercing instead of welcoming and freeing as they seemed back when a younger me fell dazed for them.

[unmuzzled-cryptid]

and for my next trick I'll spend my whole life crushed by an overwhelming feeling of loneliness while simultaneously isolating myself and making sure no one ever gets to truly understand nor know me