anonymous asked:

Hello, I can't find the kind of otherkin you are, would you mind tell me please ? I am not myself, but I love learning about the Old ones of this universe :)


I am not Otherkin. I am not Fiction-kin. I am not pretending. I am a real monster. The only REAL kind of monster. The monster upon which all myths are based. I discuss myself and my species at length in my published diary on the Tapas app. The link is provided in my bio.

Thank you.


Charlie can be a little eh… at times but I like his ideas about the monster not actually being real but a projection from a metahuman. This is a Zack Stenz episode and we have tweets from him like this:

So I imagine Iris is on the scene, trying to calm down the public with explaining what happened out there then she finds out that everyone saw something different or that it was never the monster that directly caused damaged. Maybe she even notices that there was a robbery during all the panic that everyone missed because of how crazy it has all been. 

I would love it because we will see Iris using the people skills she’s supposed to be known for I mean imagine if she tries to draw everyone’s monster. And save the day in a way that is more that large acts of heroics by helping Barry realise this and face his fears.  

It’s been a while since we checked in on how the Renaissance is doing with its ocean mysteries, so here is a marine biology update circa 1550.

Seals come in two forms:


& Triangular

Walruses are horrifying

But whales are worse

Fish can have human faces

but not always where you’d expect

As for the rest

… it’s probably better left alone.

[All images except chest face fish from Historiae animalium liber IV : De piscium & aquatilium animantium natura. Chest face fish from The noble lyfe & natures of man of bestes, serpentys, fowles & fisshes yt be moste knowen]

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.