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lostloveletters · 1 year ago

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You Can’t Start a Fire Without a Spark (Ron Speirs x Reader)

Summary: Night falls in Bavaria to victorious revelry, and at the goading of your friends, the lust you've been kindling in secret suddenly burns hot and wild to the touch.

Note: Female reader, but no other descriptors are used besides the slightest bit of backstory. Inspired by several Bruce Springsteen songs. This is based on the fictional portrayals in the HBO miniseries and not the real individuals. (Also, hi I’m Battie! This is my first Band of Brothers fic despite being a fan of the miniseries since 2016. Let me know what you think🖤) Do not interact if you’re under 18, are a terf or radfem, or post thinspo/ED content.

Word count: 3.6k

Warnings: Inherent power imbalance. Explicit content involving vaginal fingering and unprotected sex.

You weren’t sure how six of you managed to squeeze into a booth together in the Bavarian bar, elbow-to-elbow as you drank beer and shouted over each other. Sitting squished against Talbert, who was squished against Malarkey, one of your legs wasn’t even in the booth. On the other side of the table, Babe, Perconte, and Luz were in the same situation.

Victory in Europe had just been declared. The celebratory feeling filled your lungs with each breath despite the cloud of cigarette smoke that hung over the bar. With the war in Japan still raging on, the likelihood of those without enough points having to endure another drop remained up in the air. One night of fun wouldn’t hurt anybody. No one could say you hadn’t earned it.

Glancing around at your friends, the guys you lived and would’ve died for—even after the war ended, if you were being honest with yourself. You couldn’t imagine being closer with anyone else. Growing up without much of a family, passed around homes of distant relatives and near strangers until you had enough and ventured out on your own as a teen, you’d never had such strong connections before. The only reason you were even allowed to work so closely with Easy Company, was the absence of any next-of-kin, no one to cause a fuss if something went wrong while you were overseas. You were non-combat detail, of course, typing and running errands as needed, but more often than was likely ideal, you found yourself somewhere on the line with the medic training you’d gotten.

You hadn’t been at Toccoa with them, only meeting most of the guys just before D-Day. After Operation Market Garden’s failure in Holland, they came around to you upon the return to Aldbourne, least surprising of whom was Talbert, ever so kindly taking you under his wing when he was recovering from being accidentally stabbed by Smith. The two of you became close friends, and though you heard of his exploits with women in just about every city the company passed through, he seemed hellbent on being your wingman, trying to set you up with at least half a dozen members of Easy to little success.

With the taste of sweet victory and bold German beer on everyone’s lips, declarations of what and who everyone would ideally do to celebrate poured from your friends with little prompting. Knowing you well enough at that point, Tab took the opportunity to get you in on the conversation, the light mood and buzz in your system leaving you more loose-lipped than usual.

“Alright, our company’s eligible bachelorette,” Tab said, conspiratorial mirth in his voice. “Fraternization rules to the dust, which of Easy’s officers would you do your celebrating with?”

Your lips twitched, failing to suppress your smile as your drinking buddies awaited your answer. “Speirs.”

Finishing off the rest of your beer, you stifled your amusement at the clamor that ensued. Undoubtedly the least expected answer, part of Tab’s failure to secure a date for you among his comrades was your infatuation with the legendary captain—closely guarded, until you had a beer or two in you, apparently.

“Speirs?” Babe repeated incredulously.

“No way,” Malarkey said, shaking his head. “No fucking way.”

“They need to get you to one of those headshrinkers,” Perconte said.

“Hold on a minute,” Tab said with an amused smile, trying to reign in the chaos. “Let’s hear her out.”

“You wanna know why?” you asked.

Ever since Speirs stuck with Easy Company after Bastogne, you worked closely with him as you did the other officers, taking notes and keeping memos for them. Speirs often requisitioned you to type up reports for him, finding it easier to dictate what he wanted written to you than typing them himself. Sometimes you found his attention drifting off when it was a more mundane report, his words trailing away while he looked at you, typically slouched on a chair or couch at the end of a long day. You would let yourself take him in, hoping the perceptive man wouldn’t notice the way your eyes trailed up his long, outstretched legs to his disheveled hair.

He provided the most attention to battlefield exploits, and at times you couldn’t keep up with how fast he was speaking or would find yourself a bit startled by some of the gruesome details he relayed. You’d heard the rumors about him. Everyone had. But a disgustingly repressed part of you that’d emerged at some point during the war was secretly thrilled by them, almost hoping they were true.

“Well, you owe us that much,” Luz said.

“I owe you all jack and shit.”

“What if I buy you another drink?”

“I think I’m gonna need another one after hearing this,” Babe muttered.

“Let’s see, why would I sleep with Captain Speirs,” you said, playfully tapping your chin in faux thought. “For starters, he’s fine as hell, which should be reason enough. I like that he’s a no-nonsense kinda guy. He has this intensity that I think is really sexy.”

The cacophony of bewilderment and objection that filled the booth met its slow death when the occupant of the booth behind yours got up. You weren’t sure whether to laugh or cry when you saw it was Speirs.

He made his way out of the pub, your light mood with him.

“Oh my god,” you groaned. “Do you think he heard?”

“No way he didn’t,” Malarkey said.

“Fuck, I need to do something before I get demoted or transferred or something.”

Tab grinned. “Well, if you’re not walking straight tomorrow, we’ll know you did something.”

“Shut up, jerk!” you hissed. “I’m in this mess because of you.”

He gave you a mocking salute.

You flipped him off as you got up from the table, running after your CO who more than likely overheard you expressing to your buddies that you’d enthusiastically have sex with him. Of course it happened the one time you actually joined in on their vulgarity.

Unlike his silent stride, your boots pounded against the pavement, announcing your approach to him.

He turned around abruptly, and you nearly fell over your own feet as you stopped in your tracks.

His intense gaze on you felt like being at the end of his rifle’s sight. “Are you drunk, Y/L/N?”

“No—no, sir.”

“Good. I could use your help with a report.”

You stared at him blankly. A report. At ten o’clock at night. “Of course, sir. Anything you need.”

The corners of his lips upturned for a split second. “I’m sure.” Fuck. He’d definitely heard you.

The two of you started off down the street, toward a more residential area wherein officers had requisitioned houses for the US Army’s use for the foreseeable future. Almost dreamily picturesque, tree branches waved at you in the cool night breeze, the surrounding mountains illuminated by the bright fullness of the moon. From the soft glow of street lamps lighting your way, something you’d previously taken for granted, you tried not to stare at him. In the warm glow of that balmy summer evening, however, he looked almost too good to be true. Hair slightly unkempt, the whisper of stubble along his jaw and cheeks, surely his face would feel like heaven between your thighs.

Soldiers in all states of drunkenness ambled up and down either side of the street, hollering and singing in carefree celebration. Speirs placed a hand on the small of your back, guiding you past a group of men who could hardly walk straight. One of them walked right into you, his head nearly colliding with yours.

“Fuck,” the young soldier grumbled under his breath, shooting you a dirty look for being in his way.

Speirs wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you aside to stand in front of you. “Private,” he snapped, staring down the young man who looked like he was about to shit himself. “I advise you get yourself together and watch where you’re going.”

“Yes, sir—Captain Speirs, sir,” he said, turning his attention to you. “Sorry, ma’am.”

You nodded silently, and the private ran off after his buddies.

Speirs turned to you, his hands on your shoulders as his intense gaze searched your face for any sign of injury.

“Are you alright?” he asked.

“I’m fine.”

In Hagenau, one of the replacements had been pestering you the moment he laid eyes on you. At first, you humored him, supposing he needed a friend, as the men who’d been through Normandy and Bastogne were understandably closed-off and tight knit. Thought the new guys were too green, too eager to do something stupid and get someone killed in pursuit of battlefield glory that was too haunting to exist.

Then he started getting handsy, not enough to be outright inappropriate, but enough to make you uncomfortable. You weren’t sure what possessed you to mention it to Speirs when he’d asked you how you were doing one afternoon. His brow furrowed, he gave you a silent nod in response. The replacement had been transferred elsewhere the following day.

Though Speirs stared right at you, there was something far away in his eyes as he squeezed your shoulders.

“I’m fine, sir,” you repeated. “I promise.”

“Hmm? Oh, right,” he said softly.

He pulled a cigarette from his pocket, not bothering to offer you one. You were in the minority of people who didn’t smoke, allowing you to leverage the packs in your rations to trade amongst the men. As time went on, you’d leave them on top of your finished reports for Speirs, especially if they were Luckys. You watched silently as he lit the cigarette in his mouth, a shining silver lighter in his hand. His eyes drifted from the flame back to you, though you noticed the slightest spark behind them.

The rest of the walk was uneventful until you reached the house. A few stragglers hung around on the street outside, their voices becoming the slightest bit more hushed as they watched you follow Speirs inside. By the time the front door shut, they’d already begun speculating why the two of you were going to his place so late. With the way the men spread gossip, you could hazard a guess as to what the tale would morph into by the morning. You silently bemoaned the prospect of the night hardly being as interesting as whatever they conjured up.

Following him upstairs, the makeshift office seemed especially cramped with the boxes and papers that were haphazardly spread around the place. It’d probably take weeks to sift through it all, especially since a glance at one of the files appeared to be in German. Getting help wouldn’t be the issue, but rather the fact that none of the members of Easy who knew German were particularly inclined toward office work, becoming restless after an hour or so.

A problem for another time, however. Glancing at the clock, it was nearly half past ten, and you were almost inclined to ask Speirs about coffee, depending on how long he expected the report to take. You sat down at the desk, ready to begin typing the date when you noticed the ink was out.

“Is there any typewriter ribbon around, sir?” you asked.

He nodded. “Should be in one of the drawers.”

You opened the drawer immediately to your right, finding a mess of stationary that had clearly been shoved in carelessly. Or maybe someone had taken something out of it in a hurry. Digging through it, you came up empty, and moved onto the drawer below it. No dice. The one to your left didn’t have typewriter ribbon either, at least, you would have been surprised to find it tucked in with the loot that nearly filled the thing to the brim–shining silverware, glistening jewelry, and trinkets that someone with a keener eye than you had clearly decided were valuable enough to keep.

His extensive looting was an open secret, but a glimpse of this treasure trove was a shock to the system. So entranced by the contents of the drawer, you didn’t hear him walk up beside you until his shadow fell over the necklaces and rings you silently coveted.

He gave you a sly smile, wolfish in the dim lighting. “Haven’t had much of a chance to organize those.”

“They’re beautiful,” you whispered in awe, gingerly touching a pearl necklace.

“Try them on.”

“Are you sure?”

“Go ahead.”

You picked up the string of pearls, a nervousness washing over you at holding something so valuable, something of his. Walking over to the window, the nearest reflective surface you could find, you pulled the necklace on, garish against your uniform. You tried shaking off the odd feeling of playing dress-up in front of your commanding officer, a girlish whim he inexplicably allowed you to indulge in. His expression was unreadable when you turned around for him.

“They suit you,” he finally said, brushing his fingers against the pearls, slowly drifting lower to the exposed skin of your decollete. “Keep them.”

It wasn’t uncommon for him to bring you small gifts every now and then—typewriter ribbon, fountain pens, chocolate, trinkets. You knew better than to question where he got them, as he seemed to give them to you at the perfect moment. The stationary supplies when you were running low on them, chocolate and trinkets when you were feeling down. At times they’d be accompanied by notes from him. Usually short, but so sincere you treasured them more than the gifts. Whenever you’d try to thank him, he’d just shrug, almost dismissing the gesture.

This time, feeling bold in the cover of night, you pressed your lips to his cheek, uttering a quiet “thank you.”

He didn’t react. Disappointed, you moved to sit back down at the desk until he grabbed your arm, gently pulling you back to him.

“Were you telling the truth?” he asked, his voice a husky, demanding whisper. “Back at the bar.”

“Yes.”

“So if I said I’ve wanted you in a bad way since Bastogne?”

You kissed him, an explosion of warmth in your chest as you tangled your fingers in his hair. He settled his hands on your hips, squeezing them with a tenderness that betrayed his longing. Parting your lips for him, you allowed him to deepen the kiss, wanting to see how far he’d take it.

Almost overwhelmed by his gentle intensity, you pulled away from his lips, though his mouth chased yours, capturing yet another kiss from you.

“Show me how you want me,” you pleaded with desperate kisses to his face, trailing down to his throat where you could feel the way he groaned in pleasure at your touch.

“In my room,” he managed to say. “I wanna lay you on the bed and–”

“Anything, anything you want, Ron.”

His lips slightly blushed from the ferocity of your kiss, he parted his mouth as if to speak, but instead took your hand firmly in his.

He led you straight down the nondescript hallway that nevertheless left you feeling turned around, dizzied by your desire for him. A door opened, and you were promptly pulled inside the room. The click of the lock behind you sent a slight shiver down your spine.

Pulled into his arms again, you lost yourself in his fervent kiss, until you reached down, palming his hardening cock through his pants. He moaned into your mouth, the sound only exacerbating the heat between your thighs, the ache inside of you that up until that point had been abated by your fingers, always rushed, never satisfying the urge to be filled–by him, preferably. From the way he felt beneath your hand, he could do all of that and more.

And after the months of silently, almost guiltily lusting after him like a nun, he wanted you too. The ego boost emboldened you. “Did you ever think about me when you were alone?” you asked, giving his bulge a gentle squeeze.

“Yes–fuck,” he groaned.

“Like what?”

“Besides keeping me warm in that goddamn forest? This–I thought of this,” he murmured against your lips. “But I didn’t let myself think of a future with you. I couldn’t have survived if I did.”

“And now?”

“I want everything you’ll give me, sweetheart.”

“Lucky you, that’s exactly what I wanna give.”

He smiled slightly, his hands hastily working to unbutton your shirt. “Lucky–except you’re wearing too many clothes.”

You reached for the pearls, about to take them off when he caught your wrist in his hand.

“Leave them on.” His voice was steady, authoritative, the closest he sounded to Speirs since he scolded the private who walked into you earlier.

Weak in the knees, you acquiesced to the one and only order your captain would give you that night. You otherwise undressed, your uniform in a pile at your feet. Your bra and panties were simple, certainly not the sexy lingerie you’d fantasized about seducing Ron in, but his eyes blazed as if your body were hugged by an inviting satin set. A burst of confidence rushed through you, and you held his gaze as you discarded your bra and panties.

You laid back on the bed as he undressed, watching intently until he was down to nothing more than his underwear, his hard cock straining against the fabric. He pulled them off, and you sucked in a breath at how big he was. Erect, at attention for you, all the more intimidating as he approached, joining you on the bed. His daring in the line of fire sure as hell wasn’t compensating for anything.

He straddled your hips, his eyes taking in your naked form with a primal intensity that made your breath catch in your throat. He reached down, two of his fingers circling your clit, your body trembled beneath his touch. By the way he studied how your face contorted in pleasure as a foreign-sounding moan rose from deep in your chest, you could tell it was payback for your teasing him just minutes before.

His fingers shifted, slipping inside your wet core with ease. He pumped them in and out at a steady pace that made your stomach tighten and toes curl, but slowly bringing you closer to orgasm. You bucked your hips when he curled his fingers inside of you, blood rushing in your ears so loud that you could hardly hear the obscene sounds coming from your pussy. A lump formed in your throat, one that made you nearly howl in frustration.

“Who got you this worked up, sweetheart?” he asked, nipping the shell of your ear.

A whimper. “You.”

“What was that?”

“You.” Through a haze of lust-soaked desperation, you took his face in your hands. “Don’t make me beg, Sparky. It’s always been you.”

He pulled his hand from between your legs, and you nearly whined until he slid his length inside your pussy, your walls clenching around his cock. You braced yourself on his shoulder blades, your nails doing a number on him as you dug them into his taut skin while he thrust into you. Carefully at first, almost frustratingly so, until you cried, “More.”

He was bigger than you were used to, even before the war, but the slight discomfort was drowned out by the way his steady, deep thrusts filled you. He ducked his head down, taking one of your breasts in his mouth, his hand groping the other. Sucking on your breast, his teeth grazed your nipple, the hint of pain complimenting the pleasure. Your climax was so close you could see it if you closed your eyes, raw and vulnerable.

“Ron, I’m so close,” you moaned. “Don’t stop.”

He lifted his head, nodding. “Where should I–”

“Inside–fuck–I want you to cum inside me.”

And he did, with an erratic thrust that pushed him deeper inside you still. You kissed him as your pussy milked his cock, lifting your hips to grind against him for the slightest bit of friction to your clit. You threw your head back as you came, an obscene moan escaping your lips as pleasure spread across your body, white-hot like a star in supernova.

His name fell from your lips, laced with curses, over and over like a vulgar prayer. He pressed sloppy, open-mouthed kisses along your decollete, his lips brushing the pearls that stuck to your sweat-sheened skin until he shuddered, bottoming out in you.

He pulled out slowly, his toned chest heaving before he collapsed next to you. Reaching over to the nightstand, he grabbed a pack of cigarettes, silently offering you one. You declined, and he placed one between his lips, using a nearby match to light it before taking you in his arms. You settled comfortably against his chest, closing your eyes for a few moments.

“So, what about that report?” you asked slyly when you’d finally caught your breath.

His quiet laughter rumbled in his chest, and he took a drag from his cigarette, his gaze betraying his adoration as he looked at you. “I might need your help again tomorrow night."

Knowing it was too risky for you to spend the night, he reluctantly let you leave around three in the morning, a slight pout on his face as you took off the pearl necklace and tucked it into your pocket. You left him with a passionate parting kiss, one that he used to nearly convince you to stay just a little bit longer until you quietly promised you’d report to him first thing.

The streets were mostly deserted except for the men on patrol. You kept your head down, booking it back to where you were quartered, hoping your arrival wouldn’t wake anyone up, or at least raise any questions.

Just your luck, you ran right into Tab, a shit-eating grin on his face at your disheveled appearance. “I knew it."

#ronald speirs x reader #ron speirs x reader #band of brothers #band of brothers x reader #band of brothers fanfic #band of brothers imagine #hbo war #hbo war fanfic

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barkencyde · 2 months ago

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hi!! im ben! im a 19 yr old (feb 2005) german shepherd therian, this is my lil corner of the internet to bark about all things alterhuman :-)

i am a therian, otherkin, fictionkin and otherhearted/animalhearted but i will mostly post about my therianthropy here. i prefer to keep other alterhuman identites of mine a little more private :-p this doesnt mean i will never talk about them though :-)

theres a little more about me under the cut, along with a list of tags i use to organise my blog! feel free to have a look around :-)

with that out of the way, WELCOME TO MY VIRTUAL KENNEL!

more about me:

u may also see me using the name kylo, its just a nickname :-) feel free to call me either ben or kylo or even make up other nicknames 4 me! i dont rly mind xD

i DONT have a kin list and dont plan to ever make one (at least not publicly) BUT if ur a no dbls fictionkin & concerned abt me doubling u feel free to dm me to check i dont b4 interacting with me more :-)

i dont rly have a DNI, if i am uncomfortable with you/the content you post i will just block you and move on. im pretty chill about most things though! my only real boundary when it comes to this blog is i do ask that people under the age of 16 dont message me/try to befriend me. im fine with likes/reblogs & brief interactions (e.g. in the notes of a post or in asks) but im not really comfortable talking to anyone younger than this outside of simple interactions

tags 🐾 - general dogkin - any post relating to dogs/being a dog [🐾🤎 - german shepherd kin - posts specifically about gsds/being a gsd] [🐾🤍 - borzoi kin - posts specifically about borzois/being a borzoi] 🎞️ media - any picture, gif or video i have posted 🎾 barking - any post i speak in 🗞️ mailman - asks/submissions 🦴 treats - posts i reblog that i especially enjoy/favs 🍂 otherkin - fictional species or characters i identify as 💗 otherheart - animals i feel a strong connection to/identify with but do not consider a theriotype/identify as

some fun graphics ive collected :-D (more 2 be added)

#🎾 barking #pinned post #therian #otherkin #otherhearted #dog therian #canine therian #dog kin #canine kin #dogkin #caninekin

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irreverententity · 4 months ago

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NAVIGATION › KINTYPES

♱ my nonhuman identity is extremely messy and intertwined. I am still navigating the community itself and trying to understand myself better to be able to articulate my experience. I am shapeshifterkinfluid.

★ = main types | ○ = questioning

★ demonkin ★ fallenangelkin ★ caninekin

★ synpath ○ cryptidkin ○ felinekin

note: I do not consider myself to be therian despite being caninekin because it’s not a terrestrial dog, it’s merely a favored form I often shift to. Specifically, I black haired german shepherd. (Same goes for felinekin)

PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES + PHANTOM SHIFTS

I do not experience phantom shifts very often but I do experience mental shifts frequently. That being said, I almost always see or perceive myself as having nonhuman physical characteristics. All of my kintypes are connected in some way, one of the ways is is that they all share certain physical features such as: green eyes, white strands of hair, pointed ears, fangs. i sometimes have a human body with fluffy black dog-like ears on the top of my head (think alastor from hazbin hotel). Im not sure what kin this is coming from, it may be connected to being a demon but who fucking knows atp.

NON-TERRESTRIAL CANINEKIN

FALLENANGELKIN + DEMONKIN

note: my claws only exist during demon phantom shifts. I also have a demon ‘heart’ speared tail that matches my flesh color.

i don’t have a photo that accurately portrays my wings so here’s a description: they are approximately 5 feet in diameter. dusty lightly spotted white fading down the tips which are black. they are slightly burned in areas and broken and battered everywhere else. I wouldn’t trust them to hold my weight as there are gaps of missing feathers.

SHAPESHIFTING

the way i experience being a shapeshifter is a. saying I ‘shift’ between my kintypes feels right to me because while they are all connected they all have different appearances and mental shifts that come with them. and b. along with my more talked about kintypes i also frequently identify with and as fictional characters and both fictional/real animals at seemingly random times but they are very strong. (aka being otherkith)

note: if i am misusing any terminology or you have any questions/comments/recommendations feel free to reach out!

SYNPATH/OTHERHEARTED

— Crowley (good omens)

I can’t quite tell if I identify with or as Crowley but there is definitely a connection. I believe them to be a kin or kith because their relationship with religion and how they view themselves being a demon/fallen angel is almost exactly the same as I do.

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dsafkinfessions · 7 months ago

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I'm new to this whole kin idea thing, I don't think I'm one myself but I'm just curious

Would you mind explaining what the terms in your description mean? I want to know more about this topic so I'm less confused!! <3

Sure!! I was already planning on it actually :3 so here for anyone who doesn't know!!

IRL / DA(delusional attachment): Someone who genuinely believes to be a fictional character due to an identity delusion caused by psychosis, schizophrenia, ecc. Identifies AS the character, meaning they can't separate themselves from media. Might or might not have memories.

Fictionkin: Someone who has such a strong connection with a character to the point of identifying as them. Or someone who believes they were said character in a past life. They're aware they aren't actually the character themselves (at least not right now) therefore they can separate their identity from their media-self. Might or might not have memories.

Copinglink: Someone who identifies as a fictional character to cope or just for fun. They're aware they aren't said character in reality. They don't have memories but they can make them up if they wish to.

Fictive: Alter of a system based on a fictional character. Is NOT the character themselves. They can separate themselves from media completely. Might or might not have memories. (I'm not a fictive myself so please correct me if I'm wrong here).

“What's a system?”

A system is a psychological condition caused by multiple personality disorders such as DID (Dissociative Identity Disorder) where a person has two or more separate identities called “alters.” It is often caused by trauma or severe stress in early childhood to protect the person from further harm. The alters have their own personalities, beliefs, preferences, behaviors and may also differ in age, gender, preferences, and other aspects. They can also be aware of one another, or the person may have no memory or awareness of their alters. Alters can be brainmade (created by the person's brain), fictives or factives (based on real people).

Kin: General term used to describe any of the above.

Kinnie: Someone who simply relates to a fictional character. (You guys can't confess here, sorry).

Mod note: please be aware that reality checking/fakeclaiming is always harmful and should never be done. If you think being any of these is harmful for someone's well-being, kindly offer them to seek professional help.

#dsaf #dsafkins #dsaffictives #dsafkinfessions #fictionkin #delusional attachment #copinglink #fictive #kin

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yellow-computer-mouse · 2 months ago

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hi! call me confused, but could you please explain how alterhumans and kins and things like that work? It's totally okay if you don't want to :)

but i keep seeing posts about it on my dash and have no idea what it means.......

that's all!

no it's okay! thank you for asking! /gen

i'm going to explain some of my main identities, and some other common ones you may see! if anyone sees this and notices i got something wrong, please tell me! /gen /nf

alterhuman is a broad term to cover the whole community, like queer or disabled for their respective communities! some prefer other terms like nonhuman, but it's just personal preference!

therian is when you identify as an animal! you may be one physically, mentally, spiritually, or something else! it all depends on how you feel and identify! this animal is your theriotype! i'm a norwegian forest cat therian :) my name's bug!

otherkin is when you identify as another animal or creature, one that doesn't exist in real life! i fall under otherkin, as i'm a dragon, a magic skeleton, and the greek god of wind. things that most likely do not exist irl. some other examples of otherkin include vampires, werewolves, or nonhuman entities like the void of space.

there are some niche terms underneath otherkin, such as placekin (where you identify as a place, like a science classroom), godkin (where you identify as a god), or a wide array of other terms!

otherhearted/fictionhearted is when you don't feel like you are your type, but still feel a strong connection to it.

fictionkin (often shortened to fictkin) is when you identify as a fictional character!! this is what i am! fictkins often try to find others through their source material (where their kin originates from). some may be from a problematic source, or their kin may have done problematic things. know that fictkins are not their source or past actions, and many feel great shame about it and do not support what their source has done. other fictkins may not be from their sources canon at all! i'm certainly not!

links are when you choose to be alterhuman! copinglink (shortened to clink) is when you become one to cope, and funlink is when you become one just for fun! some alterhumans don't support this, but most (including myself) do! it's not hurting anyone! :)

kin memories are when you remember something from when you were your type. these may come as memories, or just strong feelings. for example, with bug, i was a housecat in the warrior cats universe. i really looked up to the clans, and really wanted to be a thunderclan warrior! i don't remember what happened, but i do know that i didn't ever make this dream. or, as another example, with winter, i remember my relationship with my winglet. shoutout jade winglet btw!!!!!!

some alterhumans may believe they were their type in a past life! others, known as zoanthropes, identify completely as their type with no recognition of being a human at all. others still identify with a different reason entirely, or may not know why they have this connection to their type (like me!)

shifts are when you shift physically, mentally, spiritually, etc, to your therio/kintype! you may get phantom limbs, where you may feel a tail, wings, ears, or whatever your type has. you may get the urge to run on all fours, or "hunt" something (note that if you are losing control of yourself during shifts and wandering into neighbors' yards, killing animals, etc, it is not normal, and there is a problem.) you may also think more like your type!

i hope that helps! sincerely, buggy! :)

#not art #yellow yaps #🪽snowy🪽#alterhuman #nonhuman #otherhearted #otherkin #therianthropy #otherkinity #fictionkin #ourgh

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straydogkins · 28 days ago

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How do I know if I am kin?

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Regardless of if it's fictionkin or otherkin, this is a question I see a lot of people asking. The brutal truth is that no one can tell you that you kin or don't- It has to be you that comes to that conclusion.

However, I have put together a small guide on how I would personally approach a potential kin situation. It's all under the cut!

Note: If any information here is completely wrong then please lmk, although I've been in the kin community for a while, I am NOT an expert. Also, this post is written from a fictionkin POV, but I have tried to be as inclusive as possible.

Reminders

I know everyone is probably sick of hearing this but being kin is different for everyone, there is no definitive method of confirming your kins. However, it's important to remember this as some of the kinfirming methods and labels I describe may not apply to you at all- And that's okay.

I also want to say that it's completely okay to be wrong! I see a lot of people who are scared to be wrong about being kin with anything, but I promise that if you're wrong about being any kintype it's completely okay. Just explore and find what labels fit you.

Types of kin

Something that's helped me is remembering that there are multiple types of kin.

Fictionkin/Otherkin/Objectkin/Placekin/ect- These are all different types of kin. Fictionkin= From fiction, Otherkin= Animal, Placekin= Place, Plantkin= Plants, ect. You can kin pretty much anything.

Therian (also known as a therianthrope)- Is someone who identifies as nonhuman to some degree (ie identifying as a cat, or a dog, or a dragon, ect).

Spiritual (also known as Past Life and Multiverse) kin- As the name suggests it's a form of kin where you believe you were [kin] in a past life. However spiritual kin does not need to be 'past life' and could be involved with theories such as: The multiverse, alternative universes, ect.

Psychological kin- Is a form of kin when you don't believe you're the character in a past life, but you share a connection psychologically with them.

Fictionhearted/Otherhearted/Synpath- All of two words mean the same thing: they are referring to a kin that you identify with but not as. You can have a strong connection with a character to consider them a part of your identity but not think of them as you. (Definition taken from here). Note that otherhearted = animal and fiction hearted = fictional character.

Copinglink (also called c'link) and otherlink- Means that you are identifying as a fictional character or species for coping purposes. Those purposes are usually due to trauma, illness, disability, etc. (Definition taken from here) Note that again otherlink = animal and fictionlink = fictional character.

Kin for fun (also known as KFF)- I was hesitant to add this as a lot of kin folk (myself included) do not like this term. However, I decided to add it so people know. KFF is what the name suggests, they only kin for fun. However, the main issues arise as those involved with KFF tend to ignore actual kin folk, the community's history, and can be incredibly ableist (ie 'at least I'm not like those delusional kin' is a common sentiment I've seen) so please keep this in mind. Here is a redit thread explaining kin folks thoughts on the issue. (NOTE: Otherlinks and copinglinks are not KFF)

'Other'- As I said at the start of this post there are types of kins who don't fit any of these! For example there are kin folk with memories that don't class themselves as spiritual kin or believe in past lives and/or the multiverse- Kinning is entirely personal so even if you dont fit any of these categories you can still kin.

For more terms and better explanations, I would advise checking out this post on the therian guide and this post by fictkinhelp on tumblr. For other resources I will link the fictionkin and otherkin reddits, however I am unsure what the communities are like there.

I know that because there are so many definitions and types it can get overwhelming, however I personally find them helpful so I can classify my own experiences easier.

For example: If I look at a character with [trauma], I often link them to my own experiences and think that I kin them with no memories attached or the nagging feeling that it's more- Thus I know then they are a copinglink. However, if I'm looking at a character and I start getting the gut instinct that I kin them, then it's more likely to be a past life kin. Obviously, a kin can fit more than one of these categories (ie a character who has been through [trauma] and I get the Gut Feeling of, then it's possible they are a copinglink and a spiritual kin)

How do I know if I kin?

There is no concrete method that I know of, and these are just ones I use and/or have seen others use.

Dreams

Dreams are interesting, what I've found is that sometimes I'll dream that I am [character], but the dream at large won't make sense. Because of that I will look up the meanings of the symbolism in dreams and come to my own conclusions there. Another thing is that the dream may make complete sense and be very literal.

Divination

Divination is a great tool imo, especially for spiritual matters. For kinning I often use: a pendulum (if you can't afford a fancy crystal one then a paper clip or anything heavy on the end of a string will work) and tarot cards (here is a kinsidering spread by faetarot). However, you can literally use anything! I've also used music, rain, dice, idol gacha cards, I even have a friend who uses cards against humanity for divination.

However, I will note that I would personally take everything with a grain of salt, especially if you are doing the reading on yourself- Your own emotions can influence a reading, and all methods have limitations in what they can tell you.

Gut feeling

One of the main things that really guides me is gut feeling. I don't know how to describe it, it's like a large pang of emotion that often times feels like nostalgia, but it can also be much more negative and resemble shame or anger depending on what I'm looking at or trying to remember.

Of course, getting used to this takes time and practice, and I don't have many tips, it's just a skill you develop over time.

Memories

This only really works for spiritual kin stuff (at least that I'm aware of), however I want to mention that memories often follow an event. Ie, doing a divination reading on what your friend group was like may trigger emotions and/or memories of that.

Memories are also a thing that develops over time, when I was younger and first getting involved with the kin community, I couldn't get memories as easy as I do today.

I do want to mention that you can be kin without memories, and that memories come in many forms (emotional, tactile, ect) so not having visual memories (or any memories at all) does not mean you are faking or make you any less valid than someone who gets memories.

Other signs I didn't know how to categorize

There are other things, one is what I call 'kin similarities', for example you may have a pattern of being kin with characters who fit the 'angry ginger' stereotype, you may kin characters who just so happen to always be the 'evil mastermind' or even ones who are just 'dog coded'- All of these can help you work out if you kin someone similar, however this tends to only be a thing that people with multiple kins can do and isn't always reliable.

Phantom limbs are another sign, I know a lot of otherkin and therian folk who have phantom limbs such was wings or teeth or other body parts (ie extra limbs, tails, ect). I will note however that if your phantom limbs are causing you serious and constant distress I would personally go to a doctor.

The feeling of 'this is me'

Honestly this is (imo) the most important indication you can have that you kin. Most non kin folk don't think to themselves 'Yeah I am [character], [animal], ect' or if they do it's a fleeting thought. If this thought is repeating every time you see [kin] and/or won't go away even when you aren't looking at them, then I would say there's a high chance that you may kin them.

A piece of advice I found on reddit is to try and think 'Do I relate to [kin], or am I [kin]?' I know it's hard to work this out, so I would say that 'trying on' the kin for a bit may help.

For example, if I was kin with a dog I may try and picture myself as one, call myself a dog, even use the pronoun closet to change my name to my kins name, all of this to see how it feels for me personally.

Final notes

Remember that it's okay if it turns out that you do not kin a character, it's okay if you flip flop while trying to decide. Being kin is entirely personal.

If you have any corrections or tips you want to add, feel free to do so!

#otherkin #fictionkin #🐾 | advice #🐾 | faq #kin

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a-wildkinventure · 5 months ago

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Hey there!!

@a-wildkinventure here! you can call me Venture!

[I know this post is long, but please read till the end!]

I use he/they pronouns.

In addition, I also use it/its [I use neos but don't list here]

I am part of a questioning [not currently diagnosed] sys, in addition to being polykin and therian so... chaos will ensue.

Although this blog is dedicated specifically to kin chaos.

[in specific I am a c-linker/c-kin in addition to non-linking kin with fictionflicker and exotrauma experiences as well as having a very strong connection to kinmems]

please try to understand that this is my only safe place to talk about kin stuff... so I really, REALLY just want to exist... and even here I'm not sure how 'safe' I feel...

What I'm cool with doing:

[On a scale from 1 to 10]

Chatting with other fictionkin [or kin in general, other, fiction, etc.] - 10/10, definitely! talk with me peeps!

[especially if you are from my sources!!! Fallout 4, Kong Skull Island or Kaiju in general, Murder Drones, Sally Face, Metal Family, Coraline, Chikn Nuggit, Tangled the Series, Carrion, UTMV, Dumbo, etc!!!]

[Trying] to make moodboards - 7/10, I am kind of shit at these but will still try!

[Trying] to make stimboards - 9/10, I LOVE making these.

Talking with doubles - ???/10, might weird me out a bit at first, but hell yeah, dude! [Depends on kintype/fictive double]

Offering kin help - 5/10, I can try! I'm actually pretty new to understanding that I am kin, so I might not be good.

Anything NSFW in asks - 2/10, depends on context... I'm usually VERY sex and sexual/sexuality repulsed, but within REASON I can handle NSFW stuff. Just don't go out of your way to be a horny freak ig? [Not meant to be negative, but I've dealt with too much sexual shit in my life...]

All The Kin-formation!

High Kin(s):

The Observer / Kevin Haas

Milo Asher / Mr. Scars

HABIT

Evan Myers

Alex Kralie (Canon Compliant)

Alex Kralie (Vampire AU)

Alex Kralie (different AU, unsure as to which)

The Operator

Josh

Tim Wright

Hansel

Medium Kin(s):

Carrion

Slenderman

Lordy / Lordi

Sal Fisher

Bezel

Jack Nyras

Harold Biddle

Low Kin(s):

Heavy

Hvitur

BEN DROWNED

Alice Liddel

Chesnok

Brainbot

Catnap & Catfeine

Swampy

Jane Doe

Dormant Kin(s):

[Label used for kintypes that I have not had shifts for in a long time, to the point where I am unsure what happened to them. Something I attribute to fictionflickering]

Template

Toby Rogers

Casey Junior

Wyborne Lovat

Varian

Zombie Drone

Disassembly Drone

Skullcrawler

Glowing Deathclaw

Gustav Shvagenbagen

My Kintypes [all]:

Glowing Deathclaw, Skullcrawler, Zombie Drone, Disassembly Drone, Sal Fisher, Chesnok, Lordy / Lordi, Wyborne Lovat, Bezel, Carrion, Varian, Template, Casey Junior, Heavy Shvagenbagen, Catnap & Catfeine, Gustav Shvagenbagen, Tobias "Ticci Toby" Rogers, Jack "Eyeless Jack" Nyras, BEN DROWNED, Hansel, Alice Liddel, Slenderman, Tim Wright, Hvitur, Harold Biddle, Jane Doe, Josh, Swampy, HABIT, Evan Myers, Alex Kralie (Vamp AU), Alex Kralie (Canon Compliant), Alex Kralie (some other AU), Indigo Chinese Pangolin, The Observer, Kevin Haas, Brainbot, The Operator, Milo Asher / Mr. Scars, Siren (Starfield), Terrormorph (Starfield), Guardian (Destiny), Thrall (Destiny), Red Mile Mauler (Starfield)

(Copingkin types: Heavy Shvagenbagen, HABIT/Evan)

(Copinglink types: BEN DROWNED)

Kinsidering Kintypes:

Lif (Metal Family)

Arthur (Possibly in Michigan)

You can see me on the fictionkinfessions blog, I use 2 emoji combos for my confession signings. Here are some of them!

(aka ones I've used for submissions)

🎀💔 (Lordy confessions), 🍻🌟 (now for Chesnok confessions), 📼🎸(Sal Fisher confessions), 🐈‍⬛🌫 (Wybie confessions), ⏱️🌌 (Bezel confessions), 🥩🪱 (Carrion confessions), 🧪⚡️(Varian confessions), ✒️🔄 (Template confessions), 🚂🎪 (Casey Junior confessions), 🐾🗺 (Pokémon??? confessions), 🤘🐱 (Heavy confessions), 📏🎼 (Gustav confessions), ☀️🌘 (Catnap/Catfeine confessions), 🩹🌲(Toby Rogers confessions), 👁🔪 (Jack Nyras confessions), 💾🎮 (BEN DROWNED confessions), 👗🎠 (Alice confessions), 🍜🤳 (Ennui confessions), ⚫️🫀 (Venom confessions), 🌲👔 (Slenderman confessions), 🚬🍂 (Masky / Tim Wright confessions), ❄️💎 (Hvitur confessions), 🚺🎢(Jane Doe confessions), 📹🛤 (Josh confessions), 🐊🛀 (Swampy confessions)🐇👾 (HABIT confessions), 👽🗡 (Evan confessions), 🩸👓 - (Alex Kralie Vampire AU confessions), 👓📼 (Alex Kralie no AU confessions), 👓🎧 (Alex Kralie *unknown AU* confessions), 🎀🦔 (Indigo Chinese Pangolin Google Doodles, Pangolin Love confessions), 👓👁 (The Observer confessions), 🔮👾 (Brainbot confessions), 📼🌲 (Operator confessions), 📓💊 (Milo Asher / Mr. Scars confessions)

( ps. I use I/me on this blog instead of we/ours because kin related things are ONLY associated with me [the core], I seem to be the only kinner *I think I'm wording that right?* as well as the only therian. hence the I/me. also, fakeclaiming syscource people... fuck all the way off, please. I just want to EXIST and BE MYSELF. Like, I'll stay off your posts, respect your DNIs but if you come to ME, I WILL block you... I just want a space to feel free to have my identity, because apparently I can't just "Be Myself" as people always told me anymore. Like... I'm not claiming to be endo, I'm not claiming to be tulpa or willo, or traumatically formed.. I don't I'm know WHY this happened.. just saying I have experiences, even though they won't really be talked about here, my shitty anxiety wants me to try to safeguard myself against fakeclaiming and hatred because I just want to go through a day feeling a bit okay about who I am for once... like... feeling okay about ALL of me, not just some cherry-picked "socially acceptable" aspects... )

more ps. My pfp and header do NOT belong to me.

#blog intro #fictionkin blog #murder drones kin #kaiju kin #fallout kin #sally face kin #metal family kin #creepypasta kin #dumbo kin #poppy playtime kin #alice madness returns kin #inside out 2 kin #venom kin #marble hornets kin #carrion kin #wings of fire kin

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neopronouns · 11 months ago

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(shapeshifter anon) ok well damn maybe i am alterhuman ?? i dont know enough about it though. are there any sources about it?

i can give you some basic info! this is partly based on my own knowledge of alterhumanity and partly based on this blog post, pages on the otherkin wiki, and the alt+h glossary.

alterhuman refers to any 'altered' experience of humanity. this includes not identifying as human at all (often called nonhuman), partially identifying as human and partially as something else, fully identifying as human while also having other species identities, or otherwise having a nontraditional experience of humanity. alterhuman identity can be very integral to one's identity and sense of self, fairly casual, or anything in between.

many other less broad terms fit under alterhuman. here's a few examples:

otherkin: typically involuntary, often very serious/important personal identification as something nonhuman (including real animals, fictional creatures, mythological beings, concepts, songs, etc.) or a character

therian: identifying as an animal that exists/existed on earth. therianthropy generally fits under otherkin identity (can be seen as another word for 'animalkin', essentially)

otherhearted: having a strong connection to something nonhuman or a character that impacts one's sense of self. this is often not an identification 'as' something (ex: 'i am a wolf') but identification 'with' something (ex: 'i feel a deep connection to wolves')

otherlink: voluntary, chosen identification with something nonhuman or a character

copinglink: otherlinking specifically done as a form of coping with something

constelic: some form of identification with something nonhuman or a character. a constel can be chosen or involuntary and are often hoarded, 'picked up' and 'dropped' over time due to varying interest/intensity/etc., and can be less casual than a lot of other alterhuman identities

otherspin: an alterhuman identity caused by one's special interest in the thing they now identify as (ex: a special interest in horses causing one to develop a horsekin identity)

otherfix: same as above but with hyperfixations

trauma nonhuman: an alterhuman identity caused by trauma

and many more!

also, plurality may also be considered an alterhuman experience (typically on an individual basis). all nonhuman system members fit under alterhuman, but any member of a system may consider their experience alterhuman.

here's some things an alterhuman may experience:

awakening: the word for discovering one's alterhuman identity

species dysphoria: unease, dissatisfaction, or distress caused by the fact that one doesn't identify as (fully) human, but has a human body

phantom limbs: when one's mind perceives the existence of a limb that is not physically there (ex: feeling wings on one's back)

hearthome: a location that one considers their home despite not having been raised there/lived there. may be real or fictional

shifts: when one's perception, personality/actions, etc. 'shift' to be more similar to their alterhuman identity. this may trigger species dysphoria, cause phantom limbs, alter one's speech patterns or behavior, etc.

memories of being one's alterhuman identity (ex: a memory of being a cat). often called 'kin memories', as otherkin seem to have a higher likelihood of experiencing this.

belief that one's alterhuman identity is caused by something spiritual

belief that one's alterhuman identity is a memory of a past life

belief that one's alterhuman identity is a memory from another universe

having one's alterhuman identity affect one's gender, orientation, presentation, etc.

basically, if you feel your experience with humanity isn't quite what it is for the average person, you can be alterhuman! you also don't have to use any more specific labels than that, i just wanted to list some common alterhuman experiences.

shapeshifters and similar beings are fairly common in alterhuman spaces, from what i've experienced! i personally am a polymorph, which is a being that can shift to any possible form and doesn't have a 'true' form that it returns to after shifting.

#long post #alterhuman

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ms-all-sunday · 10 months ago

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Part 2:

I think you're in a weird place if you're a One Piece kinnie/fictive, for those of you who don't know:

kin/kinnie = The process of heavily identifying with a fictional character. Can be done for many reasons, sometimes for coping sometimes for spirituality.

fictive/introject = You have OSDD/DID and one of the people in your head is from a piece of media or story.

(They're similar concepts, but not the same. Go read part 1 if you want an in depth explanation.)

Anyways, I think you're in a weird place if you're a One Piece kinnie/fictive, and I think that's tied to one piece's older base demographic. In most fandoms (younger people mainly) in my own experience, the process of acknowledging kinning is heavily tied to media analysis, but within the context of One Pieces fandom because of the demographic being older and kin culture being heavily based within neurodivergent youths (at least for now, put a pin in that.) one piece's analysis demographic and one piece's kinning demographic (which as self identified is unusually small for what one piece is.) are separated, because the analysis demographic is older than the kinnies. Which is weird because they usually feed off of eachother for obvious reasons. (You want to read part 1 so. Bad.)

If you have such a strong connection to a story you will analyze it. And kinning, is just a type of relationship you can have with a story. It is inherently media analysis but is more intimate and specific to your experiences.

I think it's probably inevitable that the two communities merge more heavily as One Piece grows a younger and younger fanbase with it's continued popularity. But I propose a more immediate, tantalizing solution: adults should self identify as kinnies more. It's not like One Piece kinnies who are adults don't exist, it's more-so that they don't self identify.

And that's the problem. Kinning is inherently a introspective action and because of the divide the resources to self reflect aren't as readily accessible. They don't have the connection to analysis that is so titular. If kinning is a self-soothing mechanism there has to be stuff to feel seen about, people who can help you grasp that strong connection to the media in question. And it's a damn shame because I feel like people have these strong reactions to One Piece because they kin a character from it but don't know what to do with that information and there isn't public collaborative space online to explore those feelings.

TL:DR It's 2024. Adults into One Piece start fucking kinning be cringe and free. I don't care how old you are.

#I know for at least some of you the only thing stopping you from being a kinnie is the lack of knowledge that the language for this exists.#In which case you're welcome.#one piece kin #op kin #modposts #op #one piece #fictionkin #The reason I mention fictives is a fictive who is writing this who also identifies as kin.#Part 2 was written first then Part 1.

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gazing-at-my-stage · 2 days ago

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hi question feel free to ignore if this is weird or anything but howd u find out that ur fictionkin and like whats it feel like

cuz most of the time i dont feel like im a human or anything (some of that could be self esteem issues but i think pretty highly of myself so probably not) and usually i just feel more like a character than a human?? if that makes sense???

idk im js a bit confused and u seem cool so i thought i'd ask u

-- m

I am indeed very cool, thank you for asking!

Firstly, I must emphasize one thing: it is perfectly fine to be wrong. If you believe you are fictionkin, identify as such, and realize out later down the line that you were wrong, that is fine. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. We all make mistakes.

I figured out I wasn't human before I figured out I was fictionkin (specifically that I was a ghost), so that was pretty neat. I ended up indulging in kff, like making jokes with friends about how "I totally kin x character!" and taking those silly "who do you kin?" quizzes on quotev and uquiz. I don't really remember how I actually figured it out, but somewhere along the lines I began to genuinely identify as a couple of characters and even used one of their names for awhile. I think part of it came from being very close to the host of a fictive-heavy system and them also discovering their kin identities that encouraged me to look into it.

I'd like to note: my identity as nonhuman (including being fictionkin) is heavily, if not solely due to me having MaDD. Fiction and reality are equal in my mind and I spend the same amount of time in both, an invested in both just as much as the other, etc you get the idea. I recently discovered a pattern with my daydreams in the regard that I subconsciously daydream about my 'types in scenarios with my f/os and other characters I really care about even before I realize they're a 'type, which has helped a lot but obviously isn't applicable to everyone. For this reason, I am a psychological nonhuman.

Back on topic (sorry my ADHD got the best of me)! Firstly, not feeling that you are human is a pretty good start to being alterhuman! If you feel like a character, you may very well be. However, it's just like sexuality and gender identity: I can't tell you if you are or not, only you can. It sounds pretty possible for you.

Being fictionkin feels...slightly odd but not that much. I'm me, but "me" happens to be like a dozen different fictional characters. For some 'types, I just looked at them and went "ME!" and boom, there was my answer. For others, it took (and is still taking, in some cases) lots of contemplation and experimentation. Do you feel comfortable being referred to as the fictional character you are kinsidering? Do you look at source and think "that's me!" Do you feel a connection to any other source characters? If your answer to any of these was yes, your chances are good. If you said no, your chances are still pretty good because the fictionkin experience is unique to each individual.

I experience kin shifts with some of my stronger kintypes, but not everyone does. It comes in subtle ways, such as referring to Shu as oshi-san subconsciously when I'm Mika shifted, suddenly loving myself when I'm Kaname shifted or Hiyori (cameo) shifted, and more! Again, this is not a universal experience, and really, there aren't any qualifications to being fictionkin besides...well, identifying as a fictional character.

Even if you aren't fictionkin, there are other possibilities! What are these possibilities, you might ask? Well, allow me to list them below!

Fictionkin - identifying as / being a fictional character

Fictionhearted - identifying with / relating to a fictional character

You'll notice the simple difference between these two. Both involve a strong connection to a fictional character, but one is being that character while the other is heavily relating to the character andor their experiences. It's easy to get the two mixed up, but it boils down to whether you are the character, or whether you are connected to the character.

But wait, there's more!

Otherlink - voluntarily choosing to "link" (aka identify as)

Copinglink - otherlink, but the reason is specifically as a way to cope (this is still a voluntary experience)

Note: otherlink, and by extension copinglink, are voluntary identities, meaning they are chosen. If you choose your identity, it is a linktype and not a kintype. Also, otherlink and copinglink are general terms not specific to fictional characters, so they could apply to identifying as an animal, plant, concept, song, etc literally any kin identity if it is chosen.

Fictionflicker - temporarily (and often frequently) identifying as a character, but not all the time

Paratype - a kin identity directly caused by another kin identity (for example: having Draculara as a kintype, but solely due to being vampirekin)

Cameotype - not a kintype, but is still a part of one's identity in some way (most often, this comes in the form of "cameo shifts", where someone experiences a shift of an animal/character/concept/etc literally anything else that is not a kintype. For example: experiencing Draculara shifts but not identifying as Draculara in any capacity)

There is so, so much more to all of this, but I hope this can help! If you have more questions, feel free to ask me! You can also look through tags just to get a general feel of things, that has helped me a lot!

#we are sparkle sparkling #fictionkin #nonhuman #alterhuman #otherkin

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