I cannot tell if it is fear or disgust in which the people look upon me. No matter. Both scarcely quothed from a mighty chest, nor perceived as twice the side of summer fruit. All is same to calloused shapeshifter ears, never will they strike and make bleed a shapeshifter hide. I am far too busy wrangling my shapeshifter spine to concern myself with worship at the feet of those who wrinkle their noses and point.

Hello! It is me The Goose your grandma, I am imprisoned underneath Buckingham palace stranded in France and have committed unspeakable crimes found myself with a broken down car. Please send money my dear nephew so I can afford more stock investments my knee surgery.

Menstruation ❌

Shedding my used shapeshifter skin✅

Family photo of me and the moots

Beasts in places they shouldn’t be Tuesday!!! :333

Geese are hungry *peer pressure* you gonna finish that *peer pressure intensifies*

*heavy sigh* little do they know I’m:

(This creature is the beast of gévaudan)

When I was a young shapeshifter it was strange. I was told beings such as me did not exist. And yet each day I could feel it beneath my skin, switching between male and female, from animal to animal. I spent my time collecting strange things, casting spells, building nests, running through the bush and snarling at the other children. The moment I knew. The moment I found my name again, called myself shapeshifter. I could almost hear the world welcoming me home.

You don’t want to mess with me, or else they’re gonna pull up.

Honk that’s what I thought. Death by waterfowl (and the short ones, forgot what they’re called, the cockadoodldooododo bird).

It has come to my attention that may I have accidentally tagged some of my posts as “nonhymen” instead of “nonhuman”. My bad but also I think it’s pretty cunt of me.

Broke: tell my parents I’m a medieval goose shapeshifter eternally bound to tormenting the English monarchy

Woke: talk about geese and medieval Europe 24/7, send cryptic messages in Shakespearean into the family group chat and replace common words such as hello with honk so that family members now communicate with me through goose sounds as a “joke” without realising I have tricked them into supporting my identity. Honk honk you hath been fooled

My names and their etymology + mythological/historical origins

In the time I have walked I have been called many names for I am a shapeshifter. It is impossible for one name to encompass me just as one form cannot. The way I prefer naming to work is that each person calls me however they like. By that I mean however it is the person sees me, whichever name or title they see fit is what they will call me. I do like to make a bit of a game of it. Isn't it rather fun making a riddle out of something as simple as the name that you will go by, to bring research, history and etymology or any other of one’s interests into naming?

There are two options, you may choose your favourite of the names below or call me whatever you like. There are few honours greater than being given a name by another. As long as it is done with respect I will answer.

(this system makes complete sense in my mind however please let me know if you're confused and don't know what the fuck to call me).

And now my ramblings I will cease. Here are my names that I have snatched up. (please let me know if I have made any errors in my research).

Shapeshifter

This is what I am, if ever in doubt call me The Shapeshifter or Shapeshifter. In addition you could call me any other word for Shapeshifter, regardless of language.

Gestaltwandler

German for Shapeshifter (male or unspecified) from "gestalt" roughly meaning the way something has been put together. There is no equivalent in English however it is often translated to form or shape.

ilcruthach

From Irish origins meaning Shapeshifter. Etymology: "il"meaning many and Cruth meaning Shape

Versipellis

Latin for changing the skin/shapeshifter. Etymology: Vero meaning turn and pellis skin.

Vormveranderaar

etymology: “vorm” meaning form, “Veranderen/verandering” meaning change and “ver” to do or to become.

Werewolverine

• were is an archaic term for man, however in the modern day it refers to shapeshifting, hence the term “werewolf”

• I have a connection with the Wolverine and have since I was young, stumbling across it in a book.

• I art not going to lie to thee, it also has a lot to do with x-men and my fixation on Logan Howlett

Jackalope hare

• in 1932 Douglas Herrick of Douglas, Wyoming sold the first jackalope. A taxidermy project consisting of a rabbit that had antelope antlers attached to its head. It became a symbol of jest, prank and trickery. To this day much conspiracy and mystery shrouds the creature

• One of the forms I take is that of The Jackrabbit. Despite its name the Jack rabbit is in fact a Hare. Hence why I call myself Jackalope Hare.

Lovecat

This name I pecked up from my favourite band, The Cure. The song The Love Cats was released as a single in October 1983.

A snapshot of the lyrics;

Dracaena or Drakaina

• dracaena is the romanised form of the Greek Drakaina, roughly meaning “she-dragon”

• depictions range across folklore and myth, the form with which I ascosiate myself with are that where the dracnaea has the lower body of a dragon and the upper of a nymph.

• Similar in form to that of Echidna, Campe and Ceto.

She-wolf

This name I adopted while reading Dante’s inferno. She is one of Dante’s three beasts he encounters, representing types of sin. It is thought the she-wolf represents greed. She is described as this:

And a she-wolf, that with all hungerings

Seemed to be laden in her meagreness,

And many folk has caused to live forlorn!

She brought upon me so much heaviness,

With the affright that from her aspect came,

That I the hope relinquished of the height.

The true meaning of the she-wolf as intended by Dante is not the one that made me choose this name. It was rather because as I was reading it in my mind I saw the image of a great she-beast, it was mighty, with a great coat, harsh eyes and a body like mountain framework. It was a divine being and entirely beast in its soul.

Titles I am called:

• sir goose, madam goose, great goose, anything along those lines

• The Goose, Scourge upon John of England (self bestowed to do with my ongoing feud with the monarchy of England due to my goose activities. HONK HONK HONK)

• wizard goose is something I have been called as of recent and I do take delight upon it.

• Witch and similar terms. Bonus points if you run across the room screaming YOU THERE WITCH!!

• oh yeah and also Morbid Midnight! The first shapeshifter name I chose for myself. My sweet moots have given me nicknames such as “morbs” and “morbie”

I leave you with this, a quote from Old possum’s book of practical cats by T.S Elliot that summarises how I experience names:

When you notice a cat in profound meditation,

The reason, I tell you, is always the same:

His mind is engaged in rapt contemplation

Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name:

His ineffable effable

Effanineffable

Deep and inscrutable singular Name.

POV the last thing you see before you die because you wouldn't let goose play with iPad.

Stares at you like this.