Umm Fucking Sniffsniffsniffsniffsniff ??? ? (x)

new species euphoria unlocked: consistently scaring my roommates because i “have a very silent walk” so i’ll just kinda appear behind them and they don’t know it

tranquil creature

you’re valid if your divinekin identity isn’t spiritual, and you’re valid if you’re agnostic or atheist. it’s ok if you don’t fully understand your divine identity, or if you don’t really understand it at all.

you don’t have to explain every intricacy of your identity. you’re allowed to just… be.

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.

"DrOwn yoURself IN the sound of wHIte noise"

You ever hear a song that makes you feel like someone has been secretly attending your psychiatrist appointments?

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 :]

an angel appeared to me

ink and watercolor, 4.5" x 4.5"

prints: https://www.inprnt.com/gallery/mxmorgan/an-angel-appeared-to-me/

(synthetic ox gall + india ink makes some ffunnnn results. fun sketch.)

I burnt out socially, but I shall be back soon

Dragonkin culture is enjoying feeling warm, because you wish to feel the warmth and fire inside of yourself. The comfortable cozy kind of warm, that feels nothing but natural.

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