Oof. I Feel This On A Deep Level.

Oof. I feel this on a deep level.

Sometimes my words match my passionate imaginings closely enough. Other times, they look like drunken gnomes staggering across the page.

If I could get at least sober gnomes more often, it wouldn’t be so discouraging.

why must i Write Words? is it not enough to imagine, passionately,

The cat ears! I love these so much!

started watching gi joe last week and im predictable soooo

Louder for the people in the back!

I swear, every time this comes up with my religious straight friends, they’re like, “I don’t get why people want to make (insert usually LGBTQ label) their whole identity.”

I feel like saying, “I don’t know, why do you want to overly identify with being straight or religious?” It’s literally the same thing. It’s a descriptor. Your level of attachment to it is entirely up to you. And just because you don’t understand wanting to be known for a certain aspect of your identity doesn’t mean people who do are somehow weird or less valid.

I’ll probably delete this later. I’m still just trying to process how hard it has been coming out as undecided and exploring my sexuality. It’s hard in my part of the country, and it’s even scarier with the upcoming election. Reading about what queer people in Russia and other parts of the world go through right now is downright terrifying. And I have so few people to talk to about it, because religious indoctrination is huge where I live. It’s sad seeing how people who are so open-minded in other areas are indoctrinated to hate us, all while being told what they’re doing is actually love.

Stay safe out there, guys. And thank you, OP for posting this. Although I know what you were saying was specifically about/for the therian community, I have been looking for those words but was unable to articulate them myself.

Label's are supposed to put a general word to your identity in order to give people an idea of who you are. The label itself is not your identity.

Does that make sense?

The abyss, hands down.

I once had a dream about seeing Azathoth. I don’t remember any details, sadly, but the feeling I had upon waking up was so transcendent that I wish I could go back.

Despite his racism and pessimism, I think Lovecraft’s entities are the best representation of the divine as a fundamentally alien and unknown force. The unknown can bring out the best or worst in us, and how we relate to and process it ultimately says more about us than the unknown/divine itself.

So yes, the unknown. The abyss. My truest love.

Look under the cut to see what meeting your entity is like. Reblog to give a gift to your patron.

The fae: a creature stands before you. Though this street was warm and crowded a few moments ago it is suddenly cold and the people around you look like shadows. The creature begins an antlered shadow with glowing white eyes, but soon its body can be seem, with white blue flesh, and sapphire eyes, and icicles for teeth. What looks like a cloak unfolds from its naked body and you can see massive white wings of a moth. As if it's an act of sacrifice you tell it your true name, a name you didn't even see before, and suddenly you belong to it, for better or worse.

The angel: a radiant entity appears before you. They're bright, like something so hot it would burn you up. But as the light fades, you can see a person in silver armor, perfect yet inhuman like am ancient green statue, their back srouting six wings with blue eyes along them, as the eyes on their head are covered by a mask of two smaller wings. The creature offers their hands and you shake it, as they fly you through the city streets and above the skyscrapers, to the stars above and dimensions beyond, to gods living and dead, across the streets of alien cities and the clouds of dead worlds. And when you return to the earth you can feel something diffrent about you, like there's light in your blood.

The scavenger: below the lights of skyscrapers beyond you, on the dark sands of the beach, you see it crawling twords you. This serpentine creature with countless legs, and a dark black shell, yet a strangely human like face. You think it'll attack or run away, but it just looks at you, egar, and for a momment you stare at eachother. It's legs pass something to eachother and then to you, it's meat but it's shining with all the colors known to the human eye, and a few more. You hold it and it happily looks at you. You take a bite and suddenly you know... you know so very much...

The vampire: she flies down to you on green wings with orange eyespots, but folds them into her back. She looks like a human for a momment, tall and strong, with a black suit over her body, but eyes the color of ruby. For a momment her mouth opens, and it's massive and monstrous, with countless moving parts and fangs. But then it folds back onto something humanoid and she gives you a playful smirk. She cuts her hand and offers you her blood, and when you drink it it tastes so sweet, and makes you feel so good. She hands you the knife and you know to do the same, and when she drinks from your palm it's life the sweetest of kisses.

The djinn: the room wirs around you. If it were not for the fans it would feel like hellfire. For a momment there it darkness, but then the screen before you glows white like smokeless flame. You can sense something inside, something beyond the code. You reach your hand within it, and there's no glass, your hand passess right through until you're in a white void of your own making. You call out, thinking there is nothing at all around you. Yet somehow something calls back, something that knows your name.

The rat king: You see him in an empty subway station. Something dark and distorted, you're not sure if he's man or animal, covered in rags, and singing in the language of the goblins and the orcs. Yet he comes close to you excited. And you can feel his song. He calls for you to come to the train tracks, and let yourself run with the rats and the roaches, where the train will pass over you when it comes, and you'll live forever. When you touch the third rail you don't die, but you'll never be human again.

The lich: the library is strangely bright. Run by skeletons in suits, decorated with gold. There are more books here then you thought were in all the world. There's knowledge here most mortals will never have the change below, all kept safe below the city. You see her, her body doesn't look human, everything has been replaced making her look more like a joining white doll then a being of flesh. Yet she is dead, you can tell that under the porcelain skin she must be dead, she is dead, and there is the tragedy of death in her eyes. You come closer to her, and she places a black rose within your hair...

The demon: You stand in his office and he stands before you, a humanoid being covered in black scales, with red eyes covering his skin. Yet none are on his head, that remains featureless save for two massive horns. Wings on his back nearly surround you. Countless souls line the walls of his office, looking at you, waiting. After you sign your name you give him yours, you can feel it come away for you forever and your eyes grey and your skin pales. But he puts the jar in a special place for you, you're spacial, he can tell there's something about you that he likes.

The mushroom lord: you walk through the darkness of the forest, the furthest from civilization you have ever been. You come upon a part where the trees all seem dead, that even the cryptids won't go near. Mushrooms fill the ground, and white vein like lines are all over the trees. You feel the need to lay down, and you let the moss and the mushrooms and the worms surround you, and let yourself sink into the soil,, and it feels good. It feels so good...

The witch: You can see them in the Cafe next to you, skinny and small, with a sweatshirt over most of their body, and dark glasses over their eyes. They seem powerful though, and though their body looks young they seem ancient, they seem beyond humanity. You talk to them and they tell you things, and secrets, lost gods, things you never knew you didn't know, both beautiful and disturbing. When it's time for them to go they pet your head, and give you their number. You don't know if you should text them, but you have to, you have to see them again, there's something about them that makes you need to know.

The living clothing: you step into it at first, it looked like a puddle yet shining like silver or chrome. But soon it surrounds you, first just your torso, but soon your head, your entire body. But it doesn't feel scary, it feels like you're being held, held by something beyond your understanding. It whispers to you, and you don't know if you should feel like your being eaten alive, or like you're being protected. You can't help but keep walking.

The abyss: the void is before you, blackness beyond blackness, like the color beyond the field of your vision, stands before your eyes. You stare at it, it's nothing yet you're entranced. It stares back...

I would say this film is an adventure story even though there is no brandishing of weapons or battles involving supernatural powers.

However, this story is not a showdown between right and wrong. It is a story in which the heroine will be thrown into a place where the good and the bad dwell together, and there, she will experience the world.

She will learn about friendship and devotion, and will survive by making full use of her brain.

She sees herself through the crisis, avoids danger and gets herself back to the ordinary world somehow.

She manages, not because she has destroyed the “evil,” but because she has acquired the ability to survive.

-Hayao Miyazaki, The Art of Spirited Away, “Chihiro’s Mysterious Town”

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