#i dont know how to tag that void creature. bugs? //

[bubblebaath]

void fauna

[deepdarkconsumption]

★BE A BOSS: OBJECTIVE COMPLETED

General Content Warning for: Violence, blood, guns, knives, smoking, drugs, alcohol, wounds, fire, possible body horror, etc.

Just another kin bastard out here.

Don't mind me. Dont worry about it lol

fyi for u 3edgy5me kids - Im an adult. fuckin. stay in ur lane and be safe bc ur only a kid once. dont make my mistakes. seriously.

➥ Myth / Wraith / some kin names work (namely Zeitgeist or Infinity)

➥ it/its or he/his

➥ 1997. so. adult.

➥ Got a memory span like a goldfish on a bad drug trip

➥ just a fuckin weird bastard tbh

other blog tags + list under the cut of who/what I was lol

Other Blog Tags

#Shit I Sent In Yo - #DeepDarkConsumption.txt

#Aes - #Art of me - #Decor - #Fashion - #Food - #Haunts - #Info - #Kinfession - #Positivity - #Self Care - #Shit to buy - #Shitposting - #Stim - #Stimboard - #vid

My Theriotypes + Otherkin (alphabetical)

➥ Black-Billed Magpie - #magpie

Having multiple 'types that had wings is a pain bc getting the feeling of astral wings doesn't HELP especially when 3 of the 4 were all feathered wings. heck-

➥ Deep Sea Monster - #dsm

A bio-luminescent catfish-gator-serpent creature. (Best way I can describe my appearance lol.) Very large/long. Rarely came up to or near the surface. If I did, it was at night and usually to sink any passing ships or submarines. I lurked in caves deep underwater and hoarded stuff from sunken ships and subs.

➥ Demon - #idt

Super unconventional demon here. Like not in the hellfire and brimstone sense - like the inter-dimensional traveler who liked fucking shit up and messing with others, to the point where it often resulted in disaster and death.

➥ Miniature Goat - #goat

➥ Yellow Mongoose - #mongoose

I do feel a strong connection to any mongoose, however.

➥ Void - #void

ohman how to explain- I was some kind of void-dweller. I can feel wings of some kind, nothing really like birds or bats or bugs, just wings? When I get anxious in a shift, I get a glitchy, staticy, spaced out feeling, in my body, in my brain, moreso than normal. It also feels very militaristic which doesn’t make sense like ??? maybe its b/c another kintype? Maybe not?

My Fictiotypes (alphabetical)

➥ Claudia Donovan - #Donovan

Warehouse 13, mostly canon compliant? I think?

Still working out if I was in an AU or not but so far, the events of the show seem fairly accurate?? IDK man memories are a bitch tbh. Should probably rewatch it again-

➥ Cut-Out - #roughnecks

Starship Troopers: Invasion, noncanon fictiotype.

Do NOT follow if this exact fictiotype is shared.

Mobile Infantry Soldier. Rico’s Roughneck’s platoon. Nick-name was Cut-Out. I remember I had screwed up somehow & getting my unit killed. I was the only one who survived. The war lasted about another decade afterwards. I was forced into training new recruits, despite my protests.

➥ Flametrooper - #Flametrooper

Star Wars sequels, noncanon/background.

Just another background flametrooper, really. All I remember is the heat of the fire, and the harsh smell of chemicals. Mostly sensory memories, nothing visual of note.

➥ Flint - #Necro

Dragonfable, noncanon fictiotype

Unsure on doubles, please ask.

I mostly used Necromancy with some Pyromancy at times. I remember a mostly dark blue and black colour scheme and I know that damn dragon was black with deep blues. Fucked if I know anything else about it.

➥ Point Blank Member - #gm

Saints Row, noncanon fictiotype.

Do NOT follow if this exact fictiotype is shared.

I didn’t really work with pimping and drug dealing, though I would escort others at times. I worked more in enforcement and similar. I wasn’t a gang boss, but I was sorta high up in the ranks. Rival gangs did not like me lol I was a vicious bastard :p

➥ Project M6, Codename: Infinity - #asset

Marvel Cinematic Universe, noncanon fictiotype.

Do NOT follow if this exact fictiotype is shared.

Originally I thought M6 was just a sona but NOPE I was wrong about a kintype oops. I absolutely did not volunteer for experiments. I was kidnapped by Hydra and they ended up experimenting on me a lot, and brainwashed to the point the only identity I had was what they gave to me. I ended up being captured by SHIELD prior to CA:TWS. This whole life was a shitshow lol

Usually at least in some form of a partial kinshift for this one. Def would say this is my strongest one. Welp.

➥ Zeitgeist - #Acid boy

Deadpool 2, mostly canon compliant?

Do NOT follow if shared

I don't recall how I died but I also don't recall much of the canon shown? So I think the outcome of X-Force was different than shown in the film. I was a bit of a jerk, and I know I didn't consider myself to be a nice person despite having a mostly chill yet chaotic vibe. I also remember smoking a lot, because it was the only thing that got the taste of that acid vomit out of my mouth.

[feral-autistic]

tags 4 organization n stuff:

(pls read if ur even a little bit interested, it took a while to link all the tags n i feel pretty proud of my efforts)

general:

#*stims violently* (good vibes)

#cool art woah (any art i rb)

#mecore (self-explanatory)

#thats me im that (stuff w my vibes)

#grabby hands (things i want)

#want 2 look like this (gender/appearance/vibe envy)

#sobbign adn cyring (emotional /pos)

#kekeke (mischievous)

#hehe funnie (self-explanatory)

#self rb (rbs from other sideblogs)

#my unknowable form (pictures of me)

#long post (self-explanatory)

#video (post containing a video)

#video essay (video essay recs)

#gif (post containing a gif)

#untagged (self-explanatory)

weird sub-categories of “mecore” and gender vibes:

#im dogy (dogbrain & furry type stuff)

#im computer beep boop (sometimes i feel like a robot or perhaps a machine)

#frankensteins monster just like me fr (i am also a fucked up science experiment)

#im creacher (self-explanatory)

#1950s scientist gender (self-explanatory)

#some kind of unhuman (idk man maybe its the autism but i rly feel like im not human sometimes and it isnt a bad thing)

#no gender only void

#my gender isnt

categories:

#special inch rest (special interests + hyperfixations etc since its easier to put both in the same category)

#trans is holy (trans)

#queer is beautiful (queer)

#gender? i hardly know ‘er (stuff i relate to in a gender way)

#got the ‘tism (autism)

#ass dont have dopamine (adhd)

#stimboard (stimboards & things i find stimmy)

#art refs (art refs/info)

#resources n tools (useful info/links)

#craftz (things to make/how to make things)

#fashion & clothez (self-explanatory)

#ocs tag (posts with vibes of my ocs; will be tagged with their names & where they’re from)

topics & interests:

#places n spaces (locations etc)

#confy (comfy and cozy vibes)

#plushies!! (plushies/stuffed toys)

#music (anything containing/about music)

#witchy (aesthetic/info/tools)

#cryptidz (cryptids/cryptidcore)

#voidpunk!!! (voidpunk & similar vibes)

#want 2 crumch the dice (dice sets)

#teefs (teeth)

#just some guy(s) (misc guys)

#cat info (self explanatory)

#khoshekh ideas (ideas for my cat, khoshekh)

several different horror categories/tags:

#horror my beloved (general horror & posts about it)

#body horror my beloved (same as above, but specifically body horror)

#peep the horror (when ur peeping the horror)

lots of nature/etc topics:

#mush shrooms (mushrooms)

#r o c k (cool rocks/stones)

#opossums :] (opossums!! happy stim)

#moff (moths)

#froge (frogs)

#bugz kekeke (insects/bugs/etc)

#bunni (rabbits/bunnies)

#dogy (dogs)

#ratz (rats/other rodents)

#cæt (general cat content)

#creachers (other creatures & animals not already categorised)

[wtf-is-jibea-writing]

Day 21 - Why is it forbidden to cross the stream in the forest

Jibs entry

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I’ve been hiking ever since I was young. My old man used to take me into one of his trips and along the way I picked up the hobby as well.

I just love the outdoors, the smell of wet leaves, the cold thin air, to being part of something that bigger than we could ever be. I dont have any crazy wild stories aside from the fun moments I had with the groups I’ve been with. And there’s not really a lot of rules to follow to get into it other than respecting nature as it is, being prepared with your gear, to know the basic survival skills, and nothing too out of this world.

All but one.

I remember the first time I went up a mountain with my dad, when you’re hiking you always stick to the path that has been set to avoid destroying anything else. But if I ever get lost, which is always a possibility no matter how safe you think you are, “You should never ever cross the the stream in the forest”

During a hiking trip when I was sixteen, I tagged along with my dad and his group as we went up for a good 2 day and 1 night trip, the usual. There was nothing too special about the place, by this time we’ve probably scaled hundreds of peaks together so you could say I was well versed by the this time. The only thing was that this mountain was for experienced climbers. And be as it may I was just enough experienced as it gets.

The mountain was beautiful during the day, the tress were swirling, the air was clean, the trail was so narrow that you probably couldn’t see if it was any darker than it is. We were crawling, scaling walls, trudging, but it was all fun. One thing that stood the mountain out from the rest of what we’ve been through was the amount of rivers and streams this place had. And virtually was the guiding point for our trail. I noticed my shoes got untied so I went down to fix it and stayed a bit behind from dad who was in front of me. But once I got up,

everything was quiet.

The swaying of the leaves that brushed my body didnt make any sound, the bugs stopped making any noise, and the sound of flowing water from the stream seemed to be non existent. I couldnt hear anything. Dead silence spread all around me as someone turned on the mute button to the surroundings. Other than that, there was a thick fog present around me that replaced that was once a clear sight, and the sky went gravely dim. There wasnt anyone infront or behind me. And I decided to blow my whistle for help. But as I reached for it, I saw a person. Right across the stream, it was a kid about 8 years old wearing a dyed out pink and white dress. She was just staring at me blankly. I called out for her and she didn’t respond to anything to what I was saying. I don’t recall having a little girl with us, let alone that she wasn’t wearing any gear fit for this. She could be lost, I thought; but did she get here? We were miles above sea level, and I wouldn’t have ever get to this point without my tools. I was covered in mud and dirt from all the walking but she, she looked as if she just got out the wardrobe and decided to take a walk through the woods. I wanted to help but she just kept looking at me blankly so I decided to go nearer. I remembered what my father said about not crossing the stream but this seemed harmless so I unlatched my bag and started walking through her. As i got closer to her, she seemed to start smiling. I thought that maybe she did wanted to get saved, but right about as I was to enter the water, something pulled me back. It was our guide. He scolded me and reminded me that I was to never cross the stream, by dad backtracked and caught up with us and he appologized. I tried to tell them why I did it but when I looked back to across the stream, the litte girl was gone. I thought I just gone crazy or I was dreaming or something. But that was odd and no one belived me. After that weird incident I stayed quiet the whole way. We eventually arrived at our campsite and by far it was one of the most beautiful places ive been through. The clearing was patched with grass, It was surrounded by hills all over, and at the end of the clearing was the source of all the streams and rivers we’ve been through, a waterfall. It was massive and beautiful at the same time at the base was a small lake connecting to the river and streams. I couldnt wait to go dipping unto it but the guide stopped me since it was forbidden. As much as I wanted to, something told me that I should listen. We setted up camp, had dinner and just breathed everything and everything nature had to offer. I would never get enough of this feeling. To be away from all the city fro just a single night and immerse into everything that the earth has to offer. I went out with my group and decided to spend some alone time near the waterfall. I sat on the edge of the lake and had my thoughts to myself. It was quiet. The type of quiet where your peace in the silence, with nothign but the roaring sounds of the waterfall and the crickets from the insects that lived among the trees. It was peacefully quiet until that peacefully quiet turned into eerily quiet. I didnt notice that by then, everything was silent as it was earlier. No sounds came off from anywhere that i could hear the ringing in my ears. Everything became dead silent once again, and the fog started to appear like it did. And then i saw her again, But she again was across the body of water. I cried out for help, trying to geth anyones attention for that fact, but as I looked behind, it was dark, nothing but a voided black to where my campsite was. I looked back to the little girl and she was staring back at me. I call out for her and she wouldnt respond. But I was determined to rescue this girl no matter what. So I did it went down and walked across the stream. The water cold digging under the fabric of my pants. I was shivering but i kept on going. The closer I got the wider and wider the little girls smile was. At the back of my mind, soemhting told me to go back, but I was too close to stop now.

I got closer and closer enough that I could make up her face, and that was when my heart dropped. This girl, this little girl was nothing ive ever seen before. Suddenly my knees felt week, I couldnt move, I couldnt scream, I couldnt do anything. I was frozen in place as the little girl in front of me turned into a creature I have never ever encountered in my life. As I was stuck, it started walking towards me. I was at the edge of the other end when I stopped, and my feet couldnt move. Like it was stuck under all the rocks and I just couldnt do anything. As it got closer it got bigger, and bigger until the shadow casting over me felt like it was taller than the trees.

Step

My heart started to raise

Step

I could feel my feet quivering

Step

It was a few feet away from me

Step

It was right in front of me.

#October #October2020