Betty Crocker’s Lamprey

Creatively-idiot’s old vent blog Ms. Crocker’s lamprey

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HELLOW

I am a lambrey! (Lamprey spelled wrong) I work for Ms. Crocker! I can give you recipes from her book and website! You can also just ask me questions!

Human thing!

I am autistic and these are interests of mine please ask me about them

WARNING BELOW CUT

This account is still very new, and was previously a vent account, some posts are still up because of me wanting to preserve some personal history, they will eventually get buried

Be advised

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Cake

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sprayed with water

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*nervously reaches out with a peace offering*.

Hey buddy pspspsps look what I got here

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Halpy summor humans!!! also this thing called "Pride" halpy that tooooo

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Caretaker try to teach me grammar for make my own posts… I am fish…

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I'm glad that people are still having fun on tumblr even after we found out about the frightening ghoul that reblogs posts but doesn't say anything

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I… desire this power

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Please send me asks, I’m bored and wan use this account

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HELLO

This is a homestuck alt account in the works!!

HOWEVER

This was previously a vent alt account and some old posts have been left up from the purge in order to preserve some personal history

Please stand by

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*Walks in front of mirror*

my mind: You are perceiving your physical form!

You are perceiving you’re physical form!

YOU ARE PERCEIVING YOUR PHYSICAL FORM!

* walks away from mirror * Goddamn

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When I look in the mirror I know it’s me, when I see my body I know it’s there, it’s me. When I smile in the mirror a little voice says “yes, that’s you, little creature/pos” as some of my teeth are oddly sharp. But my eyes are the problem

They are there, in my head, but that’s all they are, they’re not my eyes, MY eyes are colorful, not this brown mess, MY eyes are yellow with small orange and red specks

I don’t know how long it’s been like this because I don’t really notice my “eyes” in my reflection but, I feel like I’ve always been like “that’s not quite right” with my eyes, but maybe back then it was because they appeared to become darker with time, my pupil slowly blending into the my iris, but now

My eyes, aren’t, MY EYES

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I feel like my eyes are just balls of bright colors, I don’t expect to see a reflection when I walk past a mirror or reflective surface, reality and daydreams are melding into one existence, my skin is peeling off my bones, I want to live in my head but at the same time it’s the least safe place I know.

I’m not ok

But I don’t know how to ask for help

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This is kind of long but I feel like it’s important

I’ve been staring to think that I might be schizophrenic

I’ve lately (that being for the past two years) been having a hallucination of a cat that I’ve named Samuel, and several other things with Samuel being the best but lest constant out of all of them as he doesn’t give me intense paranoia but does startle me whenever he appears

I’ve stopped posting posic+ stuff because of this thought, even though I find comfort in them they go silent or start begging me to stop whenever I mention schizophrenia around them as if they’re aware of a truth that I don’t and don’t want me to know

Even with all of this I don’t think this coincides with me being otherkin/nonhuman as I am aware that I am human although that might have nothing to do with it. But it does concern me that this might all be in my head and all my self discovery has been for nothing

I know my main following don’t fallow this account and maybe don’t even know it exists, so I’ll make a post on my main with a link to this post

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VENT

There are whispers in the back of my head I can hear them, but I can’t understand them. There’re in there. It makes me scared, paranoid, the only comfort I have is hearing Them. BunBun, Madeline, Strawberry, Buttons. Them! They might be objects but they’re my friends, they have to be. Who else do I have at this point!? I have to lie at every turn and I think everyone is against me but not them. They’re not against me they can’t, they’re my friends, and yeah. Sometimes I can’t tell if it’s me or them but what does it matter!? It’s ok if I don’t answer sometimes they understand that I can’t always hear them. They love me and will love me until the end I know it’s true… it has to be

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As the days go on I feel more and more disconnected from my body. My phantom limbs bringing me unimaginable discomfort that I choose to ignore, but it’s always there. Bringing me to the near brink of tears 24/7 because I know I can’t fix it, at least not right now. I try my best to do what I can but it’s not enough. What I wouldn’t do to feel normal again, to be able to explain my pain in any other way than “I feel wings on my back” or “I feel fangs in my mouth”. I’m envious of people who don’t feel this way and are able to call those who do “weird”, those who make fun of otherkin because it’s different. I always feel my wings, and other things come and go. I’m always in pain, no matter if it’s mental or physical.