White Americans Are Crazy They Made Xolotl A Fursona,,,

not enough people talk about customized links in pluralkit bios?? like you can make it ANYTHING?? [Word or Symbol](link) LIKE LOOK

in this we have Lucio's role linked to the term on tumblr

hey guys im changing my tumblr to be more system-based, i'll still do layouts upon request or when we feel like it

SAY IT AINT SO !!!!!!!!!!!

my love is a lifetaker :3

Recently I've been craving human blood.

People always say it's the quietest at night, I think they're probably wrong. Or maybe I just have superhearing, but recently I've found, during restless walks around town, that everything is so much louder. It startled me at first, the loudness. But as I found that I could drone in on sounds and where they were coming from, I was eerily calm. It was the way my head snapped with precision when a noise was 'too close' that took me a while to get used to. Automatic like gunfire to where the sound was, as if waiting to strike. Like a midnight hunter, prowling. And thats when I noticed it. The hunger. at first I wasn't sure what it was, but I could taste it on my tongue. I think, if I hadn't been able to taste it, I wouldn't have realized. To give some background, when I was a child, at some point, I had found out that if I open my mouth and breathe in through it while smelling something at the same time, that it would enhance the smell. I think I had read somewhere about cats doing it in 'Warrior cats' and found a way to mimic it, but anyways, it's become a habit when I'm on edge, one of my animalistic inclinations that almost always overtook my human ones when I was walking alone at night. As if a part of me just turned feral. Like I was no longer human but a coalescence of all of the animals i'd encountered. I would hiss or growl, carry things in my teeth when convenient, or even sometimes flex my hands like a cat flexing its claws. which I had. My nails were long and sharpened to a point, not for aesthetics, but as a sort of weapon, in case my trusty pocket knife were to be torn from me in some way. I think I've always been this way. This animalistic amalgamation that couldn't hardly be called human, at least not fully. But recently as I've found myself sleeping for 16 hours a day and being awake during the night, it's gotten worse. The iron-ey taste of blood stuck in my nose, it just made me.. hungry. I'd smell upwind as if hunting, which i was always downwind, but that would be upwind for whatever was behind me. good for a hunter, bad for the prey.. so I guess the question would be, am I the hunter, or the prey? I guess we'll find out.

LEIJON LAYOUTS

CREDIT NEEDED ; ICONS ARE MY ART

edit; i accidentally wrote icons as headers, very embarrassed its been up for so long too

bubbline means so much to me you don't understabnd

Screencap redraws for fun

i think they are dead

Thinking about this scene where Hobie protects Pavitr using his body as a sheild. 🥺

any other vampire alterhumans got their own species lore? like wym vampirism is contagious and i can only drink human blood... nuh uh

i love them both but i need blaine in ways that are concerning to zombie-human relations