I saw a few posts online depicting detailed care guides for their species / theriotypes, and it inspired me to start planning my own! I wanted this care guide to be about my Xenomorph fictype (?) since my canine theriotype has been quite dormant for the summer. This will grow into either a couple of slides on Instagram, or just a proper blog post.
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Hello! I’m Louis, or Encore, either works for me! A mutual of mine shared this website elsewhere, and that is how I got here. I thought, as I’ve seen others do, it would be worth me making a little introduction in the hopes of finding others with a shared idenity.
This song was based on original lyrics, written by me in April 2011: https://www.otherkin.net/posts/whats-changed/
This version was performed acapella by me, to the melody that I originally imagined when writing it. Yes, that's my actual voice, and sorry for the background noise of the air conditioner and the mechanical keyboard.
I don't love this version, I prefer the previously posted version set to music and performed by an AI, Suno. However, I will admit that part of my reaction there is feeling something along the lines of dysphoria when I hear my own voice recorded. I have a fairly decent singing voice, but I much prefer to share it in live in-person contexts. Bardic circle around a campfire, for example. Maybe sometime I'll see you there.
The hoot of the owl we'll follow with care
Jack o' Green, Will o' Wisp, Robin and Puck
She'll lead us a goat-path no mortal should dare:
Come, off to the woodland to drink the moon's luck!
The tracks of Tod-Low'ry shall show us the way
Jack o' Green, Will o' Wisp, Robin and Puck
To glades which are hidden in harsh light of day:
Come, off to the woodland to drink the moon's luck!
We'll rade on the ridge at the top of the hill
Jack o' Green, Will o' Wisp, Robin and Puck
And humans shall find the wind suddenly chill:
Come, off to the woodland to drink the moon's luck!
Singing fey music from moonrise 'til dawn
Jack o' Green, Will o' Wisp, Robin and Puck
And as sudden we came, we'll sudden be gone:
Come, off to the woodland to drink the moon's luck!
We'll steal through the forest, which often at night
Jack o' Green, Will o' Wisp, Robin and Puck
Holds many a wonder for fairy delight:
Come, off to the woodland to drink the moon's luck!
The meadow-brook's waters to touch and to taste
Jack o' Green, Will o' Wisp, Robin and Puck,
With twilight upon us I bid ye make haste!
Come ye, o follow, to drink the moon's luck!
I have been wanting to do these prompts for a while, but I haven't had a ton of time. Today is my day off, so I thought I might as well! I think my goal right now is to do them all, eventually!
Hello new friends
I'm Sparveria. I am a Siren with both aquatic and avian forms. Hoping to meet any others who might be the same. 🤞🏻
I've always known this about myself without ever having the words to describe what I understood. Now I'm looking to learn more and share community with all of you! 💜
If your source material continued, changed significantly, or was rebooted — has that happened? And if so, what did it mean for your identity?
Does anyone remember "grilling"? It seemed to be popular in my Amino days back in 2019, but I haven't found any resources as of recently to use to grill myself with new 'types I am questioning... If anyone is familiar with the concept, could you leave some of those questions for me to read over and think about?
If it is called something different now (or even previously), could you let me know what as well? So I can dig up more questions to sit on..
Achedunoi. It's a word that I've been carrying with me for years. It's one of the few words from my own world, my own language, that have survived the translation of my experience through Jarin's consciousness. It's also a word that is very special to me.
Achedunoi. In it's simplest form, it is a greeting to one who has been loved and missed, upon their returning. But it's not something that you would use to greet your partner with at the end of a workday. It is used for partings which have weight to them. That last decades, centuries, even lifetimes. Partings that leave a wound behind.
Achedunoi. I have found the part of myself that has been missing, and I am made whole again.
Greetings one and all. Nevermind me, I'm just testing things out. :)
This song was based on original lyrics, written by me in April 2011: https://www.otherkin.net/posts/whats-changed/
However, it was set to music and performed by an AI, Suno. This allowed me to share it in a format that I simply wouldn't have been able to otherwise, and personally I think this is the best version of the song, and came out remarkably consistent with my original vision for it. However, I will also be posting an acapella version in my own voice, with the melody as I had originally imagined it when writing the song. You can find that here: https://www.otherkin.net/posts/whats-changed-acapella-version-de497393/
Is the character you identify as the same entity as the character in the source material, or a version, an echo, or something related but distinct?
I don't know how this works. I'm trying to connect with people like me and make friends. If y'all got any ideas for me to find my people, I'd like to hear them.
Just a simple discussion question—what experiences/instincts/feelings made you discover that you're alterhuman? That you're your species in particular?
i am thinking. so i suppose i will ramble. warning for dark themes? i speak to myself about illness and the struggles of the undead
Yesterday, for National Racehorse Week here in the UK, I was lucky enough to be able to attend an open morning at a training yard.
As daylight fades, the sky ignites,
A canvas brushed with amber light,
The dragoness perches, proud and tall,
Upon the craggy heights, she hears the call.
The world below, in shadows cast,
Embraces silence, the day now past,
With every hue, the sun’s farewell,
She feels the magic, a timeless spell.
Her obsidian scales, like stars aglow,
Shimmer softly in the evening’s flow,
Each breath a whisper, each pulse a song,
In this tranquil hour, she knows she belongs.
The moons begin their delicate rise,
Twin orbs of silver in the deepening skies,
They beckon her forth, a celestial guide,
To soar through the twilight, where dreams reside.
With a graceful leap from her rocky throne,
She spreads her vast wings, embracing the unknown,
The currents await, like a lover’s sigh,
As she glides from the summit, toward the evening sky.
With each powerful stroke, she finds her release,
In the arms of the night, she discovers her peace,
The clouds become dancers, swirling and free,
A ballet of shadows, a tribute to she.
Up, up she soars, through the velvet expanse,
Where stars twinkle brightly, inviting her dance,
Among constellations, her heart starts to race,
For here in the heavens, she’s found her true place.
The wind sings her name, a soft serenade,
As she carves through the night, in a wild, joyous cascade,
Her wings, like the whispers of long-forgotten tales,
Carry her onward, where starlight prevails.
Each moment aloft, a timeless embrace,
In the embrace of the night, she finds her grace,
For among the celestial, she leaves her mark,
An echo of her roar, a glimmer in the dark.
So here she dances, in the cool evening air,
A creature of legend, majestic and rare,
With the moons as her witness, the stars as her guide,
The dragoness reigns in the vastness, with pride.
As the world below fades to shadows and dreams,
She twirls with the night, beneath silver beams,
In her heart, she knows, as she soars ever high,
That she is a daughter of the limitless sky.
Once again just before I go to bed. Today's prompt is:
What questions about your identity have you stopped asking? What made you stop?
Trying out one of these prompts myself:
If your source material continued, changed significantly, or was rebooted — has that happened? And if so, what did it mean for your identity?