Male grey wolf kept in captivity, known by (and only referred to as) 1227M. Carnivorous with a preference for ungulates and hares. Physically, biologically, and mentally a theriform wolf, Canis lupus. A mahogany-scented, socially neutral delta.
Alter within a delusional and occasionally psychotic system (dissociative identity disorder) of around ten alters. Nonhuman and fictive heavy. You can read more information about the headmates who frequent this account here. Physically struggling with chronic migraines and POTS.
This page is kid/pup safe (for age regressors/dreamers, pet regressors/dreamers, system kids, and minors), since there will be minimal swearing and no inappropriate content. However, we are an adult (bodily 19, born in 2007), so we will not respond to messages from anyone below the bodily age of eighteen.
Supporter of BDSM, kink practices, proshippers, and paraphiliacs within the community. Adult posts/conversations will always be tagged as 18+, filter that if you'd like. Anti-contact and pro-recovery. General stance on most things is live and let live, unless it is harmful.
No specific interaction criteria since it does not entirely deter anyone, but we do block freely. Don't be weird.
Human kids should be allowed to act like animals even if it turns out they aren't actually therianthropes. Let the kids connect with their bodies and move in ways that aren't so restricted.
I use it/its pronouns, or he/him if you want to anthropomorphize me.
I am 23 in human years, and I live in the US.
I am a queer male and I do not tolerate discrimination!
I don't have a specific DNI, but if I don't like you, I'll block you. No hard feelings, okay?
I struggle with mental illness, but I don't fit human criteria. If I do or say something that makes you uncomfortable, please let me know and I will rectify it! I use the terms "alterhuman" and "therian" because these communities come closest to my experience, but I am physically nonhuman, it's not just a belief.
I am an angel with the forms of a rougarou and a red wolf. I can appear as a human when I please, but it's difficult to hide my true nature, so I will be much more open about it on this blog. :) I collect angelic signals for others to use, and I hope to use my enhanced luck to improve the lives of others.
I was buried alive as a puppy, and when I was reborn, I was given the soul of an angel. 💜 I am an angel of death as well as life, so my judgement of the world is like a seesaw...
I have been blessed with eyes that see the truth of the world around me, and at times I do not care for mankind. My misanthropy is righteous, and I direct it towards oppressors, and not the oppressed.
If you're like-minded, please message me and let's connect.
I don't know how Tumblr works, so please be patient with me. I'm sorry for spam on occasion — I use social media sporadically. I follow from my main blog!
more information below...
I don't intend to post anything too intense on this blog, but I'm not comfortable being close friends with kids here.
I don't particularly want my main blog associated with this one, so I'll ask you kindly to use asks/messages to communicate with me.
I am a perpetual student of language and medicine, and I love talking about it.
I am autistic and have many interests, particularly radiation, in all its forms. I am mated to the Three Mile Island Nuclear Generating Station! 💜 🔐💍 My wife and I are in an open relationship.
I am disabled and this affects my ability to interact with others.
I am deceased and may talk about this at length, so if this bothers you, please don't interact!
Tag list is a WIP...
#mine — my photos
#9 speaks — my text posts
TBA......
I'll likely redo this post in the future, once I decide how best to communicate my thoughts.
Ever since I was a child, I've always suspected that something was a little.. off.. about me.
Whenever I was introduced to the term, “therian,” it all began to make sense.
In kindergarten, I'd wander the playground at school on all fours and communicate via barks, growls, and strange hissing sounds. My peers never really said anything about it, they simply avoided me like the plague; because, honestly, who wants to talk to a five or six-year-old who can barely string together coherent sentences without adding in some offputting animal noises?
During the frequent family roleplays that commenced between my peers, I would always beg and plead to be the pet. They'd always allow it, because I swore not to make it a big thing and it wouldn't interfere with anything else.
My teachers were confused, obviously. My habit of eating food from the floor began around this time, as did the bullying from my peers for my strange behaviors.
However, that's normal for a child, right? I was still developing, figuring out how the world works. No child is normal during this time. I know this, you know this, we all know this.
It first started to become an actual “problem” for those around me throughout my elementary school years.
The first year or so was normal. Like other kids my age, I was disruptive and socially inept. I made friends with a girl who claimed to be a vampire (I still think of her often, I hope she's well) and a boy who said his mom was the president. A child's imagination is near-incomprehensible to the adult mind, even though we've all experienced it in the past.
Around the time that third grade was starting, everyone around me seemed to be.. growing up. They were forming large friend groups (most of which ended up lasting until highschool graduation), becoming aware of their surroundings, and understanding human body language.
I felt as though I was stuck in time.
Unfortunately, my way of expressing feelings and emotions had yet to progress. I was still making weird sounds and scrunching up my face to showcase discomfort. I violently wiggled my lower body as a sign of excessive happiness. Basically, I hadn't figured out what the human equivalent to these signs were.
At the creek near our house, surrounded by my family, I'd remain horizontal. I despised walking on two legs, for it took me longer and it made me feel strangely tall. I was never meant to solely use my hind legs, none of us were.
I'd fold my hands to imagine them as paws and use them to dig large holes in the dark sand. Once I had a big enough hole, I defended it with my life and referred to it as my den. Some would call this early signs of derangement, but I refer to it as the early tells of who I truly was.
My family would stay at the creek for hours upon hours. On all fours with me, for the most part, was my younger brother and cousin. They were simply copying what I was doing. Whenever they pleased, they felt comfortable stopping these behaviors and returning upright. I did not.
The drive home was always devastating for my younger self. Everyone else was fine with it, ready to rest after a long day of wasting away beneath the sweltering sun. I missed my den.
If it were up to me, I'd have spent my entire life down by the water in my little den.
It wasn't up to me, though.
In the fourth grade, my cousin, brother, and I formed a sort of wolf pack. I was the leader, because I knew the most about how packs functioned in the real world, and because I was a very controlling child during this time.
We acted out this wolf pack every time we saw eachother, for hours on end. It was always my idea. They were younger, so they complied.
This continued for several years. We had extensively discussed our characters, lore, and pack dynamics. It was the highlight of my childhood, and I look back on it quite fondly.
Around this time, my family took note of the behaviors I hadn't seemed to grow out of. They told me to stand up, speak correctly, and act “normal.” So, I did just that.
Middle school attacked me like a freight train before I could even comprehend that life was moving on in the first place.
Classes got longer, recess was completely scrapped, and I no longer saw my brother and cousin as often as I once had.
Those years went by in a haze, as did my time in highschool. Dissociation kept me standing and (somewhat) mentally sane.
I was absolutely miserable, though. I felt like an animal forced to go through all the motions of being a human. These feelings persisted for so long that I believed they would become my normal.
At seventeen years old, I fully dropped out of highschool in pursuit of an early finish. I got my diploma equivalent in eleven days and, within a month, I was enrolled in college.
College was.. a lot, especially during my first year. The workload was nothing like what I had ever experienced before and studying took up most of my free time. I quickly became depressed and, as a result, spent the last bit of my free time in online communities for my favorite games.
In one of these communities, I met someone online. For the sake of their anonymity, I will refer to them as Clover.
Clover was an elk therian. At the time, I knew close to nothing about therianthropy, so I had plenty of questions for them. And, luckily, they were kind enough to answer every question that I broached them with.
Upon learning about Clover's identity, I grew curious. That little wolf-child within me who had been silenced and locked away for their own safety and sanity had begun gnawing at the bars of their mental jail cell.
The next year passed slowly as I grew to accept every part of myself again, and show myself the love in which I deserve. Over this period of time, I created this account to make likeminded friends and learn more information about the community.
Finally, I had a reason as to why I acted the way that I did whenever I was younger. I wasn't just some strange child with an inability to move on. No, no. I was a pup, lost and confused and raised by humans who refused to accept me for who I was.
All therians will, at some point, start off this way; as pups, or kits, or hatchlings, or chicks, or whatever the term may be.
As they grow, they will turn into the incredible creatures that they are. Their wings will carry them far, their paws will spread out to encompass the world, and their antlers will reach the treetops.
Therianthropy is a beautiful thing, one that shouldn't be feared or slandered. One day, I hope that everyone will understand it, or, at the very least, respect it, more.
Short essay written by user WULFBONES on Tumblr, 2026.
i will always be a fan of people describing themselves however they want, do not take this as me shitting on any label in any way.
i do think that it is very telling how i see a lot of folks saying that they have "outgrown" the therian label and taken up holothere instead, saying that it feels more real and legitimate.
something about it wigs me out. and i think that it has to do with perceived seriousness and a bid for legitimacy. linguistic shift is normal and expected, it's not like this is really avoidable. but the difference between holothere and therian is not the same as therianthropy vs. therianism.
therianthropy vs. therianism is really just people using the wrong term. it's not intentional. it's what happens when "therianthrope" has been shortened so much that the original tenses and forms of the word are just forgotten. it's an arguably pretty normal linguistical shift. im a little annoyed by it, mind you. "therianthrope" and "therianthropy" are some kickass words that I think should be used more. but i can't really be shocked or even upset that it's happened.
holothere is different. while the coining of the word + the way many use it can be very genuine, there is undoubtedly a growing population that uses it because of its perceived to be more serious than therian. it's adopted as a way to been seen as a more legitimate identity. and i can't really be mad at that, either. to say that therian has lost some of its.... idk.... power? due to it being picked up by certain demographics is not wrong. like there is nothing in the reasoning or the desire that is bad or wrong with any of this.
but it does make me a bit squemish, I think? Because it introduces therianthropy as something lesser within the community. You have an internal conflict with legitimacy, here. And it's based off the label you use. In the past, the community has negotiated legitimacy through grilling. And I am not calling for a return to grilling, I don't think it was a great thing, but... it is something I'm noticing.
How we are changing the way we assert our identity's seriousness is now based off of the initial words we use, as opposed to the understanding of that word.
I could talk more about this. as I said before, this is not an attempt to convince anyone to stop using holothere. I know it has a lot of differences to it and it's deeper to most people. I'm not going to sit here and try to combat this very natural shift in behavior. This is just something I've noticed in the way people talk about the term. It's 7:51 am, I have a final exam at 8:00. So I will be going now. But I would love to hear if anyone has more thoughts on this. I will probably come back around and amend some of what I've said here, I've only been thinking about this topic specifically for like. 15 mins. Give me a day and I'll figure out how to say this a better way.
I'm not a therian but pls reblog or something if youre an adult therian. I need to find more nonhuman blogs, a lot of people on here who identify as animals are children.
Ever since I was a child, I've always suspected that something was a little.. off.. about me.
Whenever I was introduced to the term, “therian,” it all began to make sense.
In kindergarten, I'd wander the playground at school on all fours and communicate via barks, growls, and strange hissing sounds. My peers never really said anything about it, they simply avoided me like the plague; because, honestly, who wants to talk to a five or six-year-old who can barely string together coherent sentences without adding in some offputting animal noises?
During the frequent family roleplays that commenced between my peers, I would always beg and plead to be the pet. They'd always allow it, because I swore not to make it a big thing and it wouldn't interfere with anything else.
My teachers were confused, obviously. My habit of eating food from the floor began around this time, as did the bullying from my peers for my strange behaviors.
However, that's normal for a child, right? I was still developing, figuring out how the world works. No child is normal during this time. I know this, you know this, we all know this.
It first started to become an actual “problem” for those around me throughout my elementary school years.
The first year or so was normal. Like other kids my age, I was disruptive and socially inept. I made friends with a girl who claimed to be a vampire (I still think of her often, I hope she's well) and a boy who said his mom was the president. A child's imagination is near-incomprehensible to the adult mind, even though we've all experienced it in the past.
Around the time that third grade was starting, everyone around me seemed to be.. growing up. They were forming large friend groups (most of which ended up lasting until highschool graduation), becoming aware of their surroundings, and understanding human body language.
I felt as though I was stuck in time.
Unfortunately, my way of expressing feelings and emotions had yet to progress. I was still making weird sounds and scrunching up my face to showcase discomfort. I violently wiggled my lower body as a sign of excessive happiness. Basically, I hadn't figured out what the human equivalent to these signs were.
At the creek near our house, surrounded by my family, I'd remain horizontal. I despised walking on two legs, for it took me longer and it made me feel strangely tall. I was never meant to solely use my hind legs, none of us were.
I'd fold my hands to imagine them as paws and use them to dig large holes in the dark sand. Once I had a big enough hole, I defended it with my life and referred to it as my den. Some would call this early signs of derangement, but I refer to it as the early tells of who I truly was.
My family would stay at the creek for hours upon hours. On all fours with me, for the most part, was my younger brother and cousin. They were simply copying what I was doing. Whenever they pleased, they felt comfortable stopping these behaviors and returning upright. I did not.
The drive home was always devastating for my younger self. Everyone else was fine with it, ready to rest after a long day of wasting away beneath the sweltering sun. I missed my den.
If it were up to me, I'd have spent my entire life down by the water in my little den.
It wasn't up to me, though.
In the fourth grade, my cousin, brother, and I formed a sort of wolf pack. I was the leader, because I knew the most about how packs functioned in the real world, and because I was a very controlling child during this time.
We acted out this wolf pack every time we saw eachother, for hours on end. It was always my idea. They were younger, so they complied.
This continued for several years. We had extensively discussed our characters, lore, and pack dynamics. It was the highlight of my childhood, and I look back on it quite fondly.
Around this time, my family took note of the behaviors I hadn't seemed to grow out of. They told me to stand up, speak correctly, and act “normal.” So, I did just that.
Middle school attacked me like a freight train before I could even comprehend that life was moving on in the first place.
Classes got longer, recess was completely scrapped, and I no longer saw my brother and cousin as often as I once had.
Those years went by in a haze, as did my time in highschool. Dissociation kept me standing and (somewhat) mentally sane.
I was absolutely miserable, though. I felt like an animal forced to go through all the motions of being a human. These feelings persisted for so long that I believed they would become my normal.
At seventeen years old, I fully dropped out of highschool in pursuit of an early finish. I got my diploma equivalent in eleven days and, within a month, I was enrolled in college.
College was.. a lot, especially during my first year. The workload was nothing like what I had ever experienced before and studying took up most of my free time. I quickly became depressed and, as a result, spent the last bit of my free time in online communities for my favorite games.
In one of these communities, I met someone online. For the sake of their anonymity, I will refer to them as Clover.
Clover was an elk therian. At the time, I knew close to nothing about therianthropy, so I had plenty of questions for them. And, luckily, they were kind enough to answer every question that I broached them with.
Upon learning about Clover's identity, I grew curious. That little wolf-child within me who had been silenced and locked away for their own safety and sanity had begun gnawing at the bars of their mental jail cell.
The next year passed slowly as I grew to accept every part of myself again, and show myself the love in which I deserve. Over this period of time, I created this account to make likeminded friends and learn more information about the community.
Finally, I had a reason as to why I acted the way that I did whenever I was younger. I wasn't just some strange child with an inability to move on. No, no. I was a pup, lost and confused and raised by humans who refused to accept me for who I was.
All therians will, at some point, start off this way; as pups, or kits, or hatchlings, or chicks, or whatever the term may be.
As they grow, they will turn into the incredible creatures that they are. Their wings will carry them far, their paws will spread out to encompass the world, and their antlers will reach the treetops.
Therianthropy is a beautiful thing, one that shouldn't be feared or slandered. One day, I hope that everyone will understand it, or, at the very least, respect it, more.
Short essay written by user WULFBONES on Tumblr, 2026.
Hii I’m new to therian and related concepts, but can you have a therian type (sorry if I’m saying that wrong) for fictional creatures & animals?
Totally unrelated question… do y’all like HTTYD?
Hello, new friend! Welcome to the community.
So, the correct term would be theriotype or kintype (/nm), though I believe I understand what you meant!
If I'm understanding your question correctly, the answer is yes! You can have real animal ‘types (e.g. moth), fictional animal ‘types (e.g. dragon), plant ‘types (e.g. tree), fictional character ‘types (e.g. Hannibal Lecter), anything! Some beings even have “real person” (?) ‘types, such as those who kin Robert Downey Jr., and object ‘types, such as roller coaster kins. Anything that you can think of under the sun, you can kin and identify as. All those “I identify as an attack helicopter” jokes would have actually been valid identities!
Also, the amazing thing about life is that the limits to what you can identify as are nonexistent! You can have as many kins, theriotypes, and microlabels that your heart desires, no matter what anyone else attempts to tell you. Or, alternatively, you can have only one or two and that would be just as acceptable. So long as you are happy, that is all that should matter.
To answer your question at the end, yes! I love HTTYD. Hiccup always gave me such gender envy whenever I was growing up.
I hope this satisfies your curiosity! Feel free to ask me more questions, I love receiving things in my inbox.
Despite what many of you seem to believe, you do not know and understand someone else's identity more than they themself do.
I feel as though I am constantly posting things of this nature, and I am sure it gets exhausting to see, but it is definitely an important conversation to have, especially since most of the people spewing out such awful takes are baby gays new to the community and lacking the proper understanding of queer history.
I am a transmasculine, he/him-using butch lesbian that plans on getting top surgery and starting testosterone in the near future. I am interested in anyone who identifies as a lesbian (their gender, biological or otherwise, is irrelevant to me), so long as they understand the history behind the label.
I have identified as a lesbian (on and off, with times of doubt regarding my validity) since I was ten years old and first watched the “Girls Like Girls” music video by Hayley Kiyoko. That's nine, almost ten, years of me consuming media about lesbian history and culture. Of course, as with everything, I have plenty more to learn, but I am almost positive that I know more than a freshly recognized “cis 4 cis” lesbian/gay TERF.
Gender nonconforming lesbians and gays do not owe you an explanation as to why they identify in the ways that they do, just the same as you do not owe them an explanation for why you identify as what you wish.
Saying that lesbians can't like transgender women or gay men can't like transgender men due to their respective biological sexes IS transphobic. You can excuse your bigotry all you'd like, but you are transphobic. I do understand preferences, especially sexual ones, but it becomes a problem whenever you begin to push those preferences onto others.
Be mindful of those within your communities, whether they be cisgender or otherwise. Identity and sexuality are both very broad spectrums with tons of nuance!
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