#cryptid kintype

[cryptic-decay]

Ghostkin moodboard based off me <3

[sams-candles]

Where are all my nonphysical physical nonhumans? Where are the beings that get dysphoric just from existing physically? I feel like I never see any of us, where are y’all???

[vulpecular-draconic]

introduction

[ edit on march 26, 2024: i have a new intro post, here ]

howdy! this is my side blog where i'll ramble about my experiences being nonhuman. i don't feel comfortable linking my main blog yet, but i may sometime in the future. on this blog, you can call me vuldra. i'm genderfluid and i'll update my pronouns whenever they change.

i am a psychological therian – for me, i feel like a critter due to being neurodivergent. i tend to have pretty strong phantom limbs, and about average species dysphoria (although i don't believe those are necessary to be therian/otherkin). i awakened in the summer of 2023. i've figured out a lot since then, but i'm still learning about myself, and i'll update/rephrase this post every once in a while.

theriotypes:

– red fox [vulpes vulpes]; specifically, the pearl fox color morph

– bat-eared fox [otocyon megalotis]

fox shifts usually consist urges to bite things/ppl, roll on the floor, wag my tail, curl up in a little ball, run on all fours, or growl. i can tell the difference between fox species by which body shape most matches my phantom limbs, which coat color feels more like me at the moment, and which habitat i’d feel most comfortable in. most of the times i get fox shifts, i feel like an anthropomorphic fox. not quite like the way most modern furries are drawn – more along the lines of how an anthro fox in an old storybook would be drawn. i like having anthro shifts better, because it's less dysphoric than when i'm an all-fours fox.

i consider foxes to be my main types, so i’ll refer to myself as a fox more often than my other kintypes.

otherkin types:

– pocket dragon; i'm only about six or seven inches long from head to tail, with layered armor-ish blue scales. my mouth is slightly beak-ish and is sharp, with no teeth. my tail has a feather-like fan on the end, although it's made of scales. when i get pocket dragon shifts, i feel the urge to scurry up trees, talk less, and eat berries and beetles.

– bird person(??); i'm not sure if i want to count this as an official kin or if it's just a cameo shift i've had strongly several times. when this happens, i get feathery phantom wings and a long tail with a fan at the end, similar to my pocket dragon tail, but feathered instead of scaled. occasionally i also get digitigrade legs. other than that, i feel pretty much human.

– antlers; sometimes i just feel phantom antlers. i don't connect with deer/other irl antlered creatures at all, so i'm not sure what this is about. sometimes the antlers are by themself, and sometimes they co-occur with other stuff.

– cryptids; sometimes shifts mix-and-mash into creatures that i call cryptids. cryptid shifts aren't always the same from one shift to another, and sometimes include cameo shift elements. i've had cryptid shifts where i'm an anthro pearl fox with feathered wings and antlers, and i've had cryptid shifts where i'm humanoid with spines and a fan-tipped tail, shrouded in a shadowy energy. while i call most of my mashups a cryptid shift, some don't have the vibe, if that makes sense.

that pretty much covers it, i think. welcome to my blog!

[sams-candles]

[cryptic-decay]

As a kid I was never scared of creepy internet images. Those “spooky” images of silhouettes lurking in dark spaces were a comforting sight. The edited photos of long-haired ghosts standing at the end of a hall felt like looking right into a mirror.

The undead and cryptid creatures always felt more relatable to me than humans could ever hope to be. Even as a child.

[sams-candles]

“How can you be a ghost physically if you have a living body-“ possession. Obviously.

[sams-candles]

I am so disconnected from the idea of being human it makes me so tired to hear people call me it.

I’m NOT human. I never will be. I am not even alive. The body I’m stuck in may be those things but I. AM. NOT.

I’m a ghost. I’m undead. I’m stuck inside a body that’s not my own. I’M NOT HUMAN.

If only everyone could see. I wish they could. I wish they could see that I’m not this body. I wish I was myself again. I just want to be seen as undead, like I’m supposed to be.

It’s not fair.

[sams-candles]

Sometimes I forget I’m not able to float anymore. I can’t phase through walls. It feels strange that people can touch me and don’t just go through me.

I say this so much, but being in a physical body is so, so weird.

I really don’t like it.