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i cannot help but identify with the monsterous and uncanny. it is the tragedy of a world that is not meant for them, that fears them, that hates them. it is the power of taking that revulsion and turning it into fuel for their strength. it is the beauty of survival. dear sorrowful creature, never fear judgement from me. for we are the same, you and i. you are like me and i am like you. let us find beauty amidst this dreadful world together.

15 Moodboard Challenge for Therians 💚

Day 4: What’s your favourite phantom part?

I miss my tentacles, they why they’d twist and bend,

I miss my wings, and the feeling of wind rushing by,

I miss my tail, the rigid scales, and the flow of water,

I miss all my eyes, and the ability to see the world in so many ways,

I miss my sharp teeth, and the way they could keep predators away,

I miss my antlers, I long to decorate them once more, with vines and flowers,

I miss my hooves, and they way they’d gracefully propel me through the forest,

I miss my extra limbs, how I’d love to stretch them out and explore the world once more, being able to hold so much, and do such wonderful things,

And yet here I lay with nothing but my simple human form, with the soul of another, that longs for so much more.

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Somewhere out there within the dark woods of somewhere or another, in days some time past, there was a town. And that town worshipped one god, and that god was a hole.

Yes, a massive hole, at the center of their town. Deep and dark, perhaps leading all the way down to oblivion. Some people said the god lived at the bottom of the hole, others said that the god was the hole itself, or even the shadows that lay within. They had no temples, no alters, only the hole. And the hole of the hole demanded things of them. It was hungry, strangely hungry. It did not have sacfices, it demanded tribute. Taxes in a way. People would scrounge up what little money they had for the hole, and the hole promised back that it would give them good things in return.

There were those who warned them of the hole. The cryptids of the dark forest, and the occultists and demon hunters, and even the deep ones that lay in the dark ocean and the scaled men of the forgotten ruins. But the townsfolk didn't listen, the hole made them feel good. It felt good to give it money. And even though they never exactly saw how the hole must have been helping them. How could it not be helping them if they had given it so much. And soon the hole banished all supernatural things but itself, and the people said the hole was making them safe.

And soon the hole was bigger. What was once the size of a well had grown to being big enough to consume a house. And soon the town changed, the hole began to be its center, the entire town shifted so that all public life was around the hole. And soon those who didn't like the hole, or who questioned it, where seen as evil or strange people, greedy for not wanting to give the hole their money, they were seen as selfish and entitled, entitled to all the hole's benefits without paying their share. It was a tragedy when someone grew up to move out of the town and not follow the hole.

And soon the hole had more and more demands. And everyone listened as it grew larger and larger. Soon it didn't want money, it wanted things too, televisions, automobiles, books, family relics, grandma's ashes, works of art, perhaps even beloved pets. And it became taboo not just to question it, but to feel sad when you lost something to the hole. You couldn't say you missed it, or replace it too soon, the hole wanted you to not have it, you were so obviously wrong to miss it. You didn't just have to give to the hole, you had to understand that it was improving your life.

There was a movement of young people, who wanted to get rid of the hole. But it was too late by then, they had no other gods, no other spirits or creatures, and the hole was as large as a city block. And either way, the town police belonged to the hole now, and they would kill for it, and they would die for it. Some young rebels moved away. But most found themselves not being able to give up their family, their freinds, and their safety to fight the hole. So for a time they pretended to like it, and when you do something, and say something for long enough it can become your truth, and soon enough those who pretended to live the hole truly did love it.

And soon there was no music or movies that the hole didn't approve of. Everyone followed the hole's rules. And everyone loved the hole so dearly and so brightly. They couldn't imagine a town without a hole. When they thought of other towns they imagined that they must have had holes too, and every idea of a place without it was sad and depressing. And as the hole was then a quarter of the size of the town, it was hungry, and demanded not just things but flesh. And people happily gave, it would be weird to not want to give. They gave eyes, ears, teeth, testicles, tounges, fingers and toes and hands and feet and arms and legs. And they didn't miss their body parts at all. And when one day the hole demanded people jump in, and give their lives to it, they didn't mind or question at all, it didn't feel like death, and nobody missed that they weren't there.

And now, in the dark woods, there is a hole where a town used to be. It has eaten the entire the thing, every last inch and citizen of it. It is not satisfied. But it has grown all that it could. And one must wonder if the hole is lonely now, or if it knows that it has done all it ever hoped to.

it sucks that im stuck in a human body. im supposed to be running through a forest on a mountain on all fours. im supposed to be laying among the stars. im supposed to be so incomprehensible to the human mind that it collapses trying to visualize me. what do you mean i have a flesh prison

I was never meant to be apart of society.

I was meant to crawl around the forest and make freaky noises.

Ever since I was a young child, I knew I wanted to be a fucked up creature.

But not really tho

Ever since I was a young child, I knew I wanted to be a fucked up creature.

She loves them dearly (seriously she does!) character backstory

Gaia is the creator and destroyer of man.

Every human being (who may or may not be half human) automatically belongs to her. They remain hers until the human being decides whether or not to submit to another God/ Goddess.

She is a chaotic neutral. She desires that humans adapt to everything and outperform everyone else. She despises it when her "children" come second to anything. It makes no difference whether they enjoy it or not.

Humans are considered her because she created them by ripping skin and using her own blood. When she realized that wasn't going to be enough to make the alive , she tore tiny pieces of her soul and stuffed them into Human bodies in order for them to become sentient.

The gods and goddesses are whispering that she did this to use humans as a weapon. Some believe she made them adaptable in hopes that when they have children, they will be stronger than their forefathers. As a result, humans can produce children with nonhumans.

Once a human begins to completely worship her, there is no turning back. For her, either you worship her or you will eventually.

The tests she subjects humans to are grueling. Most people will not be able to get past the tutorials of the trials she has put them through, but that is the point. They must devise strategies to get through those difficulties without her or outside assistance

Even if they fail, they can try again. She says, and I quote "It makes no difference what my children do; if they believe they are ready, they are. They cannot turn their backs when it becomes too difficult. They will not be a coward because I am not one."

Once they have passed her trials, their job is to ensure that other humans come to her because "after all, mother hates it when her child calls someone else mother." Their job also entails ensuring that they have children so that they can study under her and only her. She teaches them not to bow their heads to anyone. Especially not her.

She teaches her children that they are gods, and that they do not need to bow their heads to any other God but themselves, and that anyone who says otherwise deserves to be killed, including the gods.

Even with those small murmurs of her using humans as weapons for some unknown purpose, some gods believe there is a place with billions of humans. On a world that even the darkest of dark gods will not make nor enter, where the humans she obviously loves ripped themselves apart for her fav-love. I ment love. When they die, they end up at her house, where she rebuilds them and sends them back. To fortunately or unfortunately repeat the cycle. (Ps this is my first story so let me know how it is.🥹)

My gender is basically this cryptid/anomaly thing that normally looks like a gateway to the depths of space, but sometimes takes a human-like appearance of a girl and then wears pretty dresses and jewelry. Then it changes its mind and takes the form of any animal it wants, but then it gets tired of being perceived by human minds and changes back into its anomaly form.

Is there a term for that?