SERAPHIM

Happy Pride Month. To all those who decide to think we are invalid in our identities, they are wrong. You are you, and what you are is valid. You are yourself, from your tail to your claws; dig your paws into the dirt and never let a soul tear your identity away from you.

Our identity is never wrong, it is never a curse. It is never misshapen, it is never a lie. We are animals, and we are queer.

I don’t tic very very often, but they are being so awful right now. Honestly it’s been bad all day. I’ve injured myself multiple times, and I want it to stop now. I don’t want to tic. I don’t want it. I don’t want it I don’t want this I want my real body back. I don’t want this.

Godwolf has made themself some beautifully seared pork chops. Amazing; the spices are so nice and the fragrance is wonderful. It's ticklish in its spicy way, it's amazing, and tastes lovely with this buttery fat around its edges and areas. Aaahhhh. If only I could enjoy it raw, I'd love it. But for now, I will have it cooked like this, and enjoy it with a fast wagging tail. Wuff wuuf.

Godwolf is outside today, doing some work. Ah, it’s warm but nice. Bugs flutter around me and my ears flick. I huff, and shake my head a little bit too. My bangs, even having used hairspray, are stringy. And I forgot my brush. Huff huff. I hope it’s all over soon.

I recall when I was younger, I used to try to get involved in therian communities in hope to have a pack. It was a cute effort, but there is something strange in trying to make connection for a single purpose. Like, manufactured closeness just to have a pack. It was no surprise those didn’t work out well—it was hard to have a group I considered close enough to be intertwined with, when there was no chance of connection outside of that single purpose.

All this to say, I am okay with or without a wolf pack. Even if others aren’t wolves or adjacent like I am, the few I consider close are my pack and that’s valid enough, too. I am happy with what I have, and I am happy to be a lone wolf too. My community doesn’t define my species. Only I do.

Long ass work day and headache. Time to scatter fruit on a plastic bag and scoot around nudging and eating it without my hands like a wolp. Yayyyy wolp time. Yayayyyayayyeyruduuduruuayryyeeywwoawawowoowoooooooooo

Thank you, my wings are very gorgeous, from what I recall.

Maybe I'm misunderstanding, but this almost reads as really backhanded.

I am a very sad fox. Godfox has their claws back though, which is nice. I wish I was happy right now. I wish I was home.

Being mortal really can hurt so much.

Aaaaah! I am bouncing all around!!! Absolute fang euphoria; finally got myself some melt able wax and molded it perfectly to my teeth for fangs; it's perfect! They look wonderful, haven't moved an inch, they are so lovely. I can't stop smiling and admiring it, every part of me is buzzing with joy. This is so so perfect; I can't believe it, I finally see myself with the fangs I always have had, without photo editing. This is just real, this is real. I got my fangs back, I really did.

Imagine a massive Godfox with their long nose shoved into a chocolate parfait cup. Huffing and lapping, and then licking frosting off their nose.

That is me right now. Yum yum yum.

So bristled. I’m fucking furious.

Going to make some button pins now, but don't have any ideas. I thought of one, "LIVING GOD", but no other ideas. If anyone has suggestions, let Godfox know. *Tailwag

Heartbroken; a tail of mine has torn. I am no expert in sewing, but I will use what skill I have and attempt to put it back together. It's my favorite one, the one that gives me most euphoria. I cannot just lose it, I don't want to. It's such a beautiful piece.