Shoutout To The "cringe" Otherkin

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Hello please reblog this if you’re okay with people sending you random asks to get to know you better

*you see me in a dark corner with a mouthful of stars*

me: what?

Reasons NOT to give up on earthly existence

Music. C'mon. You've got everything from Nine Inch Nails to Lady Gaga to The Beatles to Cocteau Twins to Infected Mushroom, etc. yadda-yadda-yadda. Ever put on your headphones while on the bus and pretend you're in a music video?

Dogs? Dogs.

No, but, seriously. Having an animal companion with a wet nose and wide, innocent eyes is the best. Hell, I'll take scaly with a forked tongue or eight legs and furry. Animals are the best.

Sunsets, but perhaps even better, sunrises. I know waking up early sucks but you've gotta check out the sunrise every now and then. I like to say goodbye to the morning star sometimes.

Food. Last night I had white almond cake with buttercream frosting and it was THE BOMB DOT COM. But also sushi, pizza, poke bowls, vegetable stew? Chicken and dumplings, cheeseburgers, gyoza? Wash your hands, dry them with your feathers, and eat something good.

Going on long car rides with the windows down and the radio cranked up. Go alone. Go with friends. Drive downtown. Drive through the rural hills and valleys. Have a destination. Go everywhere and nowhere in particular. Just get in the car and go.

Self-expression. You can do what you want. Listen to your favorite music, wear jewelry that matches your kintype or socks with your favorite animal on them, paint your nails any color you like - just go crazy. Be yourself.

Sleep. Our strange dreams guide us. There's nothing better than waking up on a cool morning swaddled in a blanket, so comfortable you don't want to move.

The weather. Some days rain falls from a sunny sky. Sometimes purple lightning streaks across the night sky for hours without a single raindrop. Sometimes the sky is a heartbreaking shade of blue, and sometimes, right before a tornado touches down, that sky is a sickly sort of green. Every day is different. No sky is ever painted the same.

Goblin Tips: Bitesize edition 2

the universe is darkness. and I don't say this in an attempt to be edgy; I mean it in the literal manner. the deepest parts of our oceans have exactly zero light, and make up over half of our planet's surface.

it's light that is abnormal here.

it's okay to be more comfortable where it's natural. it's good. the darkness is ours.

bathe in it and know you are home.

Spooky Self-Portrait for Mab's Drawlloween club day one. Gouache on paper, 6 x 8"

In the otherkin community, there’s much talk of… things we cannot do anymore. Things not being right. But often, it’s centered around ability or self-image. I rarely see talk of the more personal side.

It’s very bizarre to yearn for someone to touch a part of your body that doesn’t exist anymore. I think about it a lot. Human intimacy is a bizarre set of rituals I don’t understand. Many humans wish for closeness, but my way of being close doesn’t always mirror “normal” human closeness. I want someone to preen my wings. I think it would be nice.

why should i have to learn everything IT related? i should know this i am a robot :/

i don't know what autistic person needs to hear this but they are not watching you. the entire world is not constantly waiting for you to do something weird and laugh at you behind your back. you do not need to constantly self-police whenever there's the slightest chance another person might see you. you have a right to be your autistic self in public spaces. stop fighting yourself for their sake.

hi there!! would you be able to do some space/deity tips? nothing involving being worshipped or receiving offerings!! i wasnt known of, i just silently observed different planets ^^

space deity tips

pt: space deity tips

stargaze, moongaze, generally observe your home

try to go to a local observatory if there is one

enjoy the night, whether that be by staying up, waking up early, or just appreciating it without messing with your sleep schedule /lh

get a moon lamp, stars and planets to put on the ceiling, star maps to put up, and generally decorate your room with the universe

collect older, “timeless” things related to space, like small old telescopes and the like

draw/sketch or write about distant places you’ve visited (planets, galaxies, stars, black holes, other species or things you saw, etc!)

find some clothing and jewellery that makes you feel like yourself, deep inky blues/purples, blacks, silvers, whites are all good colours! textures like velvet also often bring space to mind, for the swirly look they give the garment!

collect some cool crystals! i’d recommend bluemoonstone, moonstone, labradorite, opalite, fireopal or blackopal, and bluegoldstone!

learn about how different worldwide mythologies interpreted space/the stars/ the heavens! even if it doesn’t align with yourself, it’s quite interesting!

perhaps take up some kind of religious or spiritual practice regarding space/the night to reconnect with it all! (be mindful of closed cultures/religions!)

enjoy quiet contemplation, and things like meditation, journaling, sketching, or just relaxing with a warm tea :)

i hope these help!! -👾

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⚠️TW: HEAVY DEREALIZATION ⚠️

We’re not fully convinced that we are real, we look into a mirror and see something that is very much NOT us, not me.

This vessel we use, our body, is not right. We are meant to have claws and more eyes and less limbs. We are meant to be more and less than we are. We are not meant to exist this way.

We’re not real and when we look around we can’t be sure that anyone or thing else is either. It all feels fake, fuzzy, like a photograph being burned or a dream that you can’t remember.

I have low empathy, the things around us and their feeling don’t make sense, they don’t seem real. Who’s to say that they ever were. Their reactions, even positive, seem like acts of aggression. Like a wolf bearing its teeth.

Maybe it’s not real, maybe I’m not real, I feel like I’m not. At least in the form that we’re in now.