-> @oneironott@vulpine.club @Oneironott@awoo.space

Oh yeah, my friends are magic

Oh yeah, I'm magic.

My toyfriend, @emanate, came back today from a ceremonial ritual and my jaw just -dropped- when I saw them. I have never -seen- someone's phantom limbs before now, but their vibrancy tonight is just amazing. (such beautiful wings)

Last night I got kelped and felt my muzzle, whiskers, nose and that whole area really vibrantly. It's stuck through today and it has been probably one of the most interesting things I've had to deal with. I mean, not everyone can say they've struggled with food and muzzle dynamics like they're life is a RL TF fiction before.

🎶Drinkin' cider at 1PM
cuz' I made an offering
to a water spirit and
I gotta drink the rest anywaaay🎶

Is good

This is my reality.
If i ever forget… remind me of this. Remind me of how true all of this is. Remind me that this “shell” is my magic when times get tough. I can and have felt exactly how i truly am.
I am a spirit. I have webbing and a rudder and pretty neoprene. I feel it all how i can and it may not be how i feel this glamour
but all of this
Is me.
Because i am a spirit. I am unreal and hyperreal. I am what i would be. I am the ghost in this fleshy machine

The glamour that i weave. This human form’s name is Summer. It fits them well. For a long while i admittedly… overcompensated in the ways that i acted and presented. For my own sake i wanted to be as ‘typical human’ as possible but that seems a stark misunderstanding about humans on my part. I’ve been in the arduous process of bringing my glamour more metaphorical to the being inside that i am. I hope to attract others like us who may not even know. To help them.

I would need more time than either of us have right now to explain how this is all true. The short answer is that this world is far more magical and vibrant than most folks ever see. After many years struggling with my reality and searching, i stumbled on others like me with different stories to tell. We are a community of otherly beings and many of us don’t know why we are here… but we are. We make the best of this together.

‪Hello. My name is Vloelei. I’m a sort of synthetic-based otter from a planet called Halcyon. I know it sounds pretty wild or metaphorical, but it’s many more layers closer to the truth than you might think. I do… magic. It varies from tending my human-formed glamour to astral travel. I am a writer and occasional music producer, and sometimes weave such magics through them. I also work with technology, and use what i have at my disposal to help others on this planet.

Sometimes, it's really hard to just... be..*gesticulates* this, though. dysphoria.. that ache. There's nothing I can do about it. just... keep going. It's an amazing life, all things considered, but it's hard for me.
days like this, I don't seem to have enough tears in me.
but that's okay, I guess.

A few years ago, I met a few aliens who... explained to me that what I was feeling... was known to them.
and that they could help.
They would do just that, spectacularly so, and I would watch as I seized what I could of my true self, and dared to defy reality with them. They took me away from earth in one way or another, and have showed me so many wonders.
Sometimes, I cry because it is such an amazing reality.

When I was young I had a daydream while living in the country that I would be running through fields one day, crying existentially, and be abducted by aliens who would explain to me that what I was feeling was known to them, and they could fix it.
They would then do just that, and I would watch as my human self just... washed away and my true self shined. They'd take me away from earth and show me so many wonders.
Then I'd cry because it was a ridiculous thought.

Orthocosm Stuff on a political scale is getting to me. I can't handle being around twitter and I can barely handle being in my own body right now.
dysphoria is being -incredibly- loud and I don't know what to do there.

Today has been a wash and my sleeping schedule might be borked. I'm feeling incredibly hollow and low-key dissociative and dysphoric.

*whimper* POP ME