The Void Feels Disconnected From It’s Vessel. It Moves Too Slow And Has Too Many Yet Not Enough Limbs.

today is a declaration of autumn , the moon now greets us much sooner and the breeze becomes colder . the trees are about as colorful as the sky at dusk . officially , it is the best time of the year .

I find it so funny when we get hate just because they’re always like

“You’re not actually a robot/angel/etc you know that right?”

“You know your just a regular human right?”

Like… yeah that’s kinda the whole problem here. That’s like the whole point of this blog. If we were physically what we are mentally this blog wouldn’t exist

non-it/its users need to get their shit together fr

hey if you're from the alterhuman community could you like/reblog this post so I can follow you? I'm trying to make a nonhuman only dash for the maximum swag

thanks

my big fear is walking into the next life and god or the gods telling me, "oh, that? your whole identity your entire life? yeah, you were just making that up. you're stuck in that human body forever."

and yeah it keeps me up sometimes. i'm not exaggerating. i genuinely lose sleep over this.

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

The Void makes this PSA because it just got off work (a very labor intensive job that involves being out in the sun all day) and had not eaten or drank anything in the past 24 hours.

Needless to say The Void is not having a Good Time rn

A PSA to all the eldrich abominations, cryptids, wild animals running through the woods, endless pits and other nonhuman entities.

Make sure to eat something and drink some water

Even horrors beyond imagination need to sustain themselves

i still can't stop thinking about non-it/its users responses to this post. how an awful lot of people think it's fine to refuse someone else's pronouns because of their own discomfort.

let me tell you a story.

i have been dehumanized almost my entire life. a combination of my race, disabilities, and the mental illnesses that i developed very early in my life meant i was treated like a monster. i started coming out as gay too early for my peers' comfort and that only added to that treatment. my dehumanization is enshrined in christianity. i took on the label of monster on purpose because i stopped relating to humanity. why should i want to be a part of a group who did nothing but hurt me and exclude me in the first place?

i don't need to be protected from my own goddamn pronouns. i don't need to hear about the historical dehumanization of queer people and people of color and disabled people because, like a massive majority of the people using it/its, i fucking know. i have for literal decades.

you know what hurts? telling me i don't know what's best for myself, that your discomfort with my life is more important than treating me like someone who can make its own fucking decisions, and misgendering me because you can't handle being reminded of the things that literally continue to happen to me. i'm not a poor unthinking baby that needs to be saved, and neither are the other it/its users.

if you have feelings about it/its, you can process them on your own time, like every other person uncomfortable with a pronoun set.

and for the love of everything unholy just call me by my fucking pronouns.

You know.

Even if this is a phase.

Or a coping mechanism.

Its not harmful. And it's very comforting. So I'm still going to accept this part of myself real or "fake" because it's always real to me.

A PSA to all the eldrich abominations, cryptids, wild animals running through the woods, endless pits and other nonhuman entities.

Make sure to eat something and drink some water

Even horrors beyond imagination need to sustain themselves