#Bearheart

[naariel]

"I never thought I'd care so deeply for a Sharran." "Nor I a wild druid."

Explicit Version [NSFW]

Shar's not going to be pleased with Shadowheart after this.

I love attaching songs to my pieces BUT THEY KEEP MESSING UP THE EMBEDS HAHA i'm sorry but I refuse to stop.

im trying to come up with good words on why I chose this song; "for gods sake Naar, this is a sad song, not sexy?? it's literally a lament!" yes I know I know but it's... love. it's love. the mood of the song evokes the same feelings their relationship does.

their romance, to me, symbolize a transcendence of prejudice, a journey of self reflection, and that wonderful terrifying inexplicable pull towards another being despite all odds. they should hate eachother. Shar is responsible for Ketheric Thorm and the Shadowcurse - the curse he dedicated the past 100 years to lift. Shadowheart is a highly devout follower of Shar, next in line to be her chosen. They're natural enemies.

And yet... and yet. They orbit around each other, closer and closer, until they ultimately collide.

Juicy.

#Halsin #BG3 #Shadowheart #shit I just realised this is giving massive Oraya x Raihn vibes (Tsatwon) #i DIG IT #i do need to draw them at some point #Shadowbear #Bearheart #Halsin x Shadowheart #Spotify

[freakpaw]

Training Time(tm) in NettleClan @threeclans (for our private artfight!)

#nettleclan #threeclans #pinepaw #stormpaw #bearheart #viperthorn #olivecloud #chickadeepaw #kestrelwhisker #my art #wcrp #wc oc #none of these characters are mine! #threeclans artfight 2023

[decorumviris]

#Brian Doug Buckley #Doug Bearheart #beard #hairy chest #speedo

[wxlfbites]

Something in the way I perceive myself as nonhuman has changed. The wolf within me has seemingly taken over completely; the human part of me only existing in the physical now. And even then… it feels as if my body is more wolf too. This is such a complicated experience to explain so bare with me here.

Everything I do, I do as a wolf. It’s not even so much that my self image is wolven, or that I am more mentally shifted, but rather I am simply… wolf. I feel dysphoria, but not in the way I normally do - the sharp ache that rips my soul apart - more like my brain acknowledges that my human body but knows it’s not really… like it’s a illusion that just makes me look that way to everyone else. Internally, I feel my core, my spirit, has completely morphed and taken on the total essence of a wolf. I feel the heartbeat of it, it’s vibrations, more loudly and deeply.

I’m not even necessarily seeing myself in my minds eye as a physical wolf most of the time - though I still do sometimes. I just… move differently, more in step with the wolf, see differently, closer, hear differently, smell differently… but it’s not a sensory shift. The only way I can possibly describe it in any simple way is to compare it to the feeling you get when you listen to Native American, Celtic or Pandoran music full blast and just… let it in. Letting every beat hit, every rhythm flow. Finding your home, your entire self, in that music. It’s like that… but with the wolf. The wolf is the music and it’s coursing through me like lifeblood.

I feel no connection to my humanity even when I’m doing human things. Even when I’m telling myself how human my body is. I can’t say that I am feral or a beast. But I am not human in any way that counts.

#writings #nonhuman #werewolf #were #werewolf community #were community #thewerecommunity #thewolfbites #wolf #nonhumanity #animality #bearhearted #coyotehearted #wolven #real werewolf #werefolk #werecreature

[deathbydarkelves]

The self-control it just took me to log onto WoW, change one (1) thing in Tarinne's TRP that I've been meaning to change (replace her old "hero title" of "the Bear of Ashenvale" with "the Bearheart"), and then log off without immediately sprinting to Valdrakken to start the nelf heritage quests because I have homework due tonight was fucking. lethal. More discipline than any US marine.

#Cathala is 'the Thundering Fist' and Tarinne was 'the Bear of Ashenvale' for a while but it just never quite vibed with me #so I'm changing it to 'the Bearheart' #I haven't yet figured out WHY or WHEN she got that title. but that's not a big deal bc I did come up with Cathala's before I decided that #was her fighter name she got during her time in the Brawler's Guild

[ultimateplaylistmaker]

In true warrior cats fashion the least interesting plot is the main one lmao

#musings from the music manager #obligatory warriors au #like smallsnarl has all THAT going on theres bearheart's kits debacle theres twinstar's whole weirdness #but nope we're focusing on a romance #truly this is warrior cats inspired

[sleepysnowdin]

i continue to want to engage with the alterhuman community more yet don't know what to share to do that lmao

#alterhuman #otherkin #using some tags to get attention like pspspsps #otherhearted #i think im bearhearted at least

[woodlnds]

otherhearted culture is literally just.. god I want to be you so bad, I adore you so much, I would die for you,

#bearhearted #otherhearted #otherkith #alterhuman #nonhuman

[ultimatewowdursgate]

DWC Nov ‘22 - Day 1

A quick pre-story note... this isn’t for Kaz but one of my other characters; Ameldryn. If you haven’t seen my previous post about him here’s a link so you can know who he is before reading (https://kazuro-jadefist.tumblr.com/post/680593168673259520/)

TW for a sort of passing mention of suicide, depression and death.

Neglect

It had finally been announced that within a week the portals into and out of the Shadowlands would finally be closed so that life; and death for that matter, could return to it’s normal state.

It had to happen eventually, things couldn’t remain as they were forever and I should’ve been more prepared for it.

But in all honesty I hadn’t quite decided what I would be doing yet. I’d lost most of my family, friends, even acquaintances in the burning of Teldrassil. In the aftermath of the tragedy I’d finally regained a sense of purpose when the Shadowlands opened up. Helping the souls of Ardenweald and venturing into the Maw to recover those who should’ve been there with them.

But I’d also lost my faith with the revelations of how Elune had treated and used my people. Between that and the fact that some of those I had lost were now recovered and returned to the Weald, I wondered whether I should simply... stay.

Surely, I thought; I would no longer fit in with the majority of my people back in the mortal world. Not any more with my newfound... disdain for Elune. And most of those I had known were no longer there for me to return to.

I didn’t want to die, not as such, but if I didn’t leave I wouldn’t have to. I could continue to help the people of Ardenweald and when my time did come: my soul would already be where it should.

But at the same time I was uncertain, indecisive. Maybe I had a duty to return, to try and help the survivors rebuild and find a new purpose in life.

As I sat in this state pondering purpose, life and identity I was suddenly broken out of my contemplation by a soul in the shape of a small puppy dog; “’scuse me mister?”. I knew immediately from the voice that the shape wasn’t just chosen to look young but that this was the soul of a boy who had died before his time, certainly before coming of age.

“Yes child? Who are you, what is it you want?”

“I’m Bal sir, and... you’re one of them heroes right? The mortals who help return the lost?”

To my shame I scoffed without thinking in the moment before I realised how sincerely that praise was meant. “I’m hardly a hero, boy. I just... had to try and make things better. I was... am, a druid. Ameldryn. I thought I could help some of those I failed before...” I trailed off touching the scars on my cheek.

I’d gotten them rescuing as many people as I could from the burning wreckage of Darnassus. But it wasn’t enough, it could never be enough. Every person who’d succumbed to the flame and smoke before I could reach them was a failure I could never forgive myself for.

“That sounds like a hero to me sir.” the boy responded and even in the state I was I didn’t have the heart to tell him how wrong he was.

“You’re a most kind soul Bal, and I thank you for it. But tell me child, for what reason did you approach me?”

In his eyes I could see he had thought it was obvious. “Well, you looked so sad sir, but things are back in order, you can go back home, back to your life. Surely you should be happy?” he had obviously been from another time or world or culture, not one of my own people.

“My home, my life, and my faith burned into nothing around me. I don’t know that I have anything to return to.”

He looked so sad, with literal puppy dog eyes. “Life! I died before I could really live a full life.” he let out a few tears. “You get more, you’re so lucky! It’s so nice here but I miss what I had. And anyway: you must know you’ll come back here anyhow! Even if it all doesn’t go okay.”

The soul of the child had wisdom beyond his mortal years. I knew now what I had to do. I made my farewells to those I would now have to wait an entire lifetime to see again and with a heavy heart I returned through the portal before I could change my mind and neglect this opportunity at a second chance.

...

and now what do I do? I wondered.

#Warcraft #DWC #Ameldryn Bearheart #my writing

[creatura-posting]

🐾 Alterhuman Journey :D? 🐾

I think it'd be fun to collect a thread of Revelations and Changes along my otherkin/therian explorations! since it's extremely early on my journey, they may come back to back- or take a while (denial !!!!!!)

🐾 Here's the first: some hours after finishing my blog and the pinned post, it dawned on me that Beastkin could be a valid label to my Ambiguity. I've already seen umbrellas like Felinekin and Caninekin- so why not something broader to encompass mine? For some reason I hesitate to name myself something broad and hard to pin down.

#therianthropy #therian #therian community #creecher posting #otherkin #dragonkin #bearhearted #cathearted #text

[insilverrolled]

At The Dinner Table With God And My Father

By b: william bearheart [x]

What happens when God sits down for dinner? Do you set the table for two, three or four? What happens if you only have a loaf of bread and a one-pound block of butter, do you ask him to perform a miracle?

What do you do when God puts his hands on the table, fingers flay, bull and lamb belly up, pink-red palms asking for forgiveness?

What happens to forgiveness when God is your father and you discover he’s just a man with two hands— can a bull and a lamb be still on the tines of a fork? Or are they votive candles burning on the altar of your plate? Those paraffin hands, waxwing feathers in prayer. How else can hope look if not like a spoon to your lips, a sparrow with new wings beating air from the comfort of its perch? This is how we move forward, you unclasp your hands and surrender flight before you pick up the butter knife.

#b: william bearheart #families #religion #reconciliation

[johncho]

What happens when God sits down for dinner? Do you set the table for two, three or four? What happens if you only have a loaf of bread and a one-pound block of butter, do you ask him to perform a miracle?

What do you do when God puts his hands on the table, fingers flay, bull and lamb belly up, pink-red palms asking for forgiveness?

What happens to forgiveness when God is your father and you discover he’s just a man with two hands— can a bull and a lamb be still on the tines of a fork? Or are they votive candles burning on the altar of your plate? Those paraffin hands, waxwing feathers in prayer. How else can hope look if not like a spoon to your lips, a sparrow with new wings beating air from the comfort of its perch? This is how we move forward,              you unclasp your hands and surrender flight                           before you pick up the butter knife.

b: william bearhart, At The Dinner Table With God And My Father

#b: william bearheart #words #poetry #quotes #sorry i stumbled upon this poem and. it's hitting. it's hitting

[dwarrowdams]

beorning family as vines

I had to do it (and also this is a pretty good exercise in character development or at least that’s what I’m telling myself).

Eadgyd: *pours out Life cereal, a bunch of lemons come out* Eadgyd, voice cracking: Well, when life gives you lemons!

Eadgar: Is there anything better than pussy?  Yes, a really good book.

Avina, exasperated with healing Eadgyd and Eadgar: You know what, I’m about to say it.  I don’t care that you broke your elbow.

Eadgar: Road work ahead?  Uh yeah, I sure hope it does.

Eadgyd: So I’m sitting there, barbecue sauce on my titties... Avina: *falls on floor laughing*

Eadgyd: Hey, how much money do you have? Eadgar: Uh, like sixty-nine coppers. Eadgyd: Eyy, you know what that means! Eadgar, tearing up: I don’t have enough money for chicken nuggets.

Avina: Hey, I’m lesbian. Frida: I thought you were a Beorning.

Avina: Hey Hild, can you read page 23 for me? Hild: No I cannot. Hild, narrating: Whaddup, I’m Hild, I’m 21, and I never fuckin’ learned how to read.

Eadgyd before going into Battle Fury: Honey, you’ve got a big storm coming.

Eadgar at the top of the stairs: oh no, I hope I don’t fall... *falls down stairs* Eadgar: oh noooooo

Frida, petting a warg: You feel nice.  You’re so nice! Frida, yelling: SO NIIIIICEEEE

Avina, climbing into a dryer: I am disgusted, I am revolted, I dedicate my life to our lord and saviour Jesus Christ and this is the thanks I get?

Frida: I don’t follow rules.  I follow rabbits on social media.

Snowdrop the Warg: *bouncing along to “Stayin’ Alive”*

Frida: Kids, you’re getting to about that age, so it’s time I teach you how to destroy that pussy.

Eadgar: Wow, look at the buns on her! *shot of Eadgyd laying on the floor covered in rabbits* Avina: This is the comedy police—the joke’s too funny! Eadgar, taking out his bow: I’M NOT GOING BACK TO JAIL!

Swithun: *banging on the door of a bus as she sings opera*

Roderic to Arnulf: okay, just go in and tell him.  Son...you’re adopted Arnulf to Theo: Son...I’m adopted.

Eadgar: *shoots bow in the house, shatters lamp* Eadgyd: This is why Mom doesn’t fucking love you!

#was going to give more context but you know what? #this is not a bad way to get to know these characters #eadgyd the bearhearted #frida the bold #ocs as vines

[decorumviris]

#Brian Doug Buckley #Doug Bearheart #beard

[wxlfbites]

Without the use of the majority of alterhuman terminology, I’ve had the chance to really reflect on how to define my experiences as… other…. especially the ones that aren’t exactly animal. Since my own dictionary of “other” terms is pretty basic now, I focus more on the details of my experiences and can identify what they mean to me easier than before.

As you may well know, The Twilight series has been more troublesome for me to label than anything else. I started to feel things connected to it all the way back in 2009, long before I even had internet access, and still, finding the word that described it perfectly was impossible. I feel this series in my bones, it’s a deeply integral part of me in ways I’m still discovering everyday. The entire essence of this series lives within the fibers of my being, existing through me as a living, breathing thing. From the words on the pages, to the music within the films, the small errors and awful moments that make me cringe, the characters and the aesthetics of every scene, I feel myself in the Twilight series.

I’ve tried to label this identity many times but I’ve never felt any confidence in it until now. I know that these specific experiences are ambiguous and difficult to define, but I have learned to accept one certain label for being just the same. A label I’ve come to understand as being a vast, complex thing that can include so many interpretations of an identity that it opens the gates for more discussion about what it means from one person to another, which is what I’m striving for.

Finally, it’s time to settle down with this experience and give it it’s name. After almost 15 years… I’m officially calling myself Twilight-hearted… and I couldn’t be happier.

#werewolf #were #thewerecommunity #nonhuman #thewolfbites #wolf #wolven #werecreature #nonhumanity #animality #bearhearted #coyotehearted #the twilight saga #twilighthearted #twilight

[wisteriagoesvroom]

Little brothers of mine

The Guides -- Margaret Widdemer [x] // On Speaking Quietly with My Brother -- Jay Deshpande [x] // It Was The Animals -- Natalie Diaz [x] // The Night Before I Leave Home -- Elisa Gonzalez [x] // I Cast It Away, My Body -- william bearheart [x] // My Brothers Mirror -- Donald Platt [x] // Youth -- Tom Sleigh [x] // There, There, Grieving -- Zeina Hashem Beck [x] // Two Set Out On Their Journey -- Galway Kinnel [x] // stray birds -- Rabindranath Tagore [x] // [When night draws on, remembering keeps me wakeful] -- al-Khansāʾ [x] //

and special thanks @blorbocedes for the final LH soundbite gif (screenshot) because i couldn't find it anywhere else

#f1 web weaving #brocedes #lewis hamilton #nico rosberg #lh44 #nr6 #web weaving #f1 edit #f1blr #parallels #comparatives #f1 web weave #web weave #webweaving #wisteria web weaving #what can i say like... brocedes really got me good