This. Yes. Thisssssssss. I Feel The Same (23 Physically Atm Tho). Chronically Ill Dealing With Fibromyalgia,

my eyes burn hot like the fires of hell

It's okay to deconfirm/not know/get your kintypes wrong

I feel like in our community across all platforms, but mainly TikTok, there is a stigma around deconfirming, not knowing, and or getting a kin/theriotype wrong. When in reality it's apart of many peoples journey. For me this has happened many times.

While something like my dragonkin type was obvious to me, figuring out my basenji and black backed jackal theiriotype took lots of research and help. At points I've had American kestrel in my bio as one of my theriotypes, but recently I've deconformed that. Wich is OKAY. I've gotten kintypes wrong before, I thought I was wolfkin when really I was qimmiqkin. And I'm STILL questioning werewolfkin, it's alright to not know. In fact it took me quite a while to confirm I was angelkin. None of these things are wrong/mean people are faking.

I've seen people be accused for faking for all of these things when that simply isn't the case. So just a friendly reminder to everyone that it's okay to do all of these things and that not everyone's journey is a clear path :]

Hello my dazzling nebulas!

I've seen a ton of kinsona drops lately, so it inspired me to finally do a layout of my own!

[Edit: I realized I didn't color in the thumb claw ToT]

This is me. This is "what I see in the mirror each day" as it says on the page. I would say that I have three forms in total, with a few constants with each one.

One, I am always masculine, no matter my shape. Two, my facial features are never 100%, and three, I never have pawpads on my front paws.

Ver. 1: A more humanoid vulpanthrope with little fur coverage (and noticeably, no fur plume), with prominent ears and a shorter mid length tail. This form is usually my day to day form, being very in tune with my instincts, capable of "human speak" and can communicate with animals. This is when I feel more connected to my therian side, nature and spirituality.

Ver. 2: This is my most feral and beastial form. In this form, I can be territorial, protective, aggressive and temperamental. Most of the time, it's when I'm on edge or in "survival mode". This version is where the heavy relation to lycanthropy comes in, with the themes of hunting, stalking, maiming, etc. I feel most connected to my cryptid, voidian and beastial side when like this.

Ver. 3: This is when I am, completely and wholly a fox. I *am* a silver fox in that moment. I feel particularly close and cuddly with my pack (beings I consider my friends and family). I love to play, wrestle, love bite, and give a lot of physical affection to closer ones. I love to vocalize, wag my tail, and run around due to energy bursts (or zoomies!).

I'm not sure what this third form looks like yet, as my envisage shifts and dreams are usually first person. I can't see my own body, but once I'm comfortable enough to move forward in my spiritual journey, I plan to learn about and exercise meditation and astral projection.

Anyways, thanks for listening to the ramble! Have fun and stay safe ^^

-》M《

Fingers ache too badly to draw today :(((

Yall look at this art @that-dreaming-dragon made of me!!! Look at those winnnggggggsssssss!!! Look at my leggiesssssss (my hooves, boi, my hooooves) & my tail and ahskhssknskdk :D ty so much I love it 🖤

My part of the doodle art trade with @mossthedemon !

Pssppssps hiii whenever you get around to it I'd love to maybe have you guys draw our angel form if you'd like!!:3

Hell yeah Id love to! 😈

Do you have refs or a description or a link to either that you could dm me? It helps to make your drawing look more like yall! :3

Psspsspps...

Demon Of Pain - Day... ?

I had an odd experience yesterday.

I helped my sister move into her new apartment. 2-3 hours hours in and my body started flaring up (well, I had already needed to submerge my hands in very hot water to get them to hurt less and be less stiff twice. But this time it was my back and the rest of my body.)

So I biked home, parked my (public) bike. I had to walk 2-3 blocks. The entire way there I was hit urges to claw at the pain in my back by my shoulder blades, and couldnt stop doing it. Or to press my hands on the muscles, hard. When trying not to claw at it, I'd stim very obviously with my hand(s). This might sound rude, but I felt like ppl looked at me and saw an addict on a bad trip.

I was breathing weird, through clenched teeth in a permanent open-mouthed grimace. Sounded a bit almost darth vader-y. I'd bare my teeth, but there was nothing to bare my teeth at. I'd snarl at nothing. Start to hiss and then try to stop cause I was still in public. Kept having the words "fuck off" repeat over and over in my head. I dont even know how to describe what I was feeling emotionally. It felt. Barely lucid? But at the same time very aware. Like my brain was getting blinded by the light of my pain.

As I kept walking I kept doing these more. Not cause I wanted to. I just couldn't stop.

I got home and prepared a hot shower—by the time I was in the bathroom I had started repeatedly hissing "fuck off" repeatedly out loud.

Eventually it all stopped in the shower.

I know it was all just cause I was overwhelmed with the pain, but it honestly felt like I was having a fucking fit. It was horrible.

Ended up doodling it a bit in my journal and remembered a really old piece of art similar to what I drew.