#otherkin memories

[motherofmisfits]

I do not remember much of my home. I do remember I lived in the void between all, as I have mentioned before. It was a place where nothingness itself was tangible. The place was both liquid and gas, solid and not. It is hard to explain.

I had made my own little camp there, made something out of the nothing to make someplace a bit more hospitable for those who may visit me and also to entertain myself.

But I also vaguely remember a place that was similar to that void, but everything was outlined in bright, almost glowing outlines.

It looked vaguely like this:

(Although better and more realistic looking objects. I am not the best artist.)

I do not know if this place was separate from the void I know or a part of it. This place could have existed within the void, or the void could have existed here. I am unsure.

Other than this, I remember a blue wolf in this realm.

The memories are vague.

[thelittlefirepup]

💜💜💜💜💜💜🎶

It's interesting reading otherkins talk about their memories. Especially fictionkin.

Mostly because I don't really have kin memories. The few I have don't even tend to be memories. They are just thoughts that pop into my mind casually.

Like I'll be going about my day and I'll think something like "Can't believe they didn't include x moment in the show." Or "I had x thing"

Like apparently I had swords as Angel dust? Idk it caught me off guard. I literally stopped and went "I had swords?!" Lmao. I don't even know.

Anyone else experience anything similar?

[nymphiqueish]

jade green waters, suspending my soul, the current the color of deepest blue. flowing through waves, eyes glazed with instinct, the kelplike fins flowing just out of view.

so close I can feel it, so far I can know it, longing clenching my abdomen and flooding my mind. to feel, to swim, to float through tides, with a brain that's raw and a body that's mine.

I know that's me, I feel the waters, and how I long to be home, to flow. leathery skin turned soft, my tail split in two, and cursed with the understanding to know.

forever displaced, forever disgraced, and forever never true. jade green waters, suspending my soul, my soul the color of deepest blue.

[featherwingfae]

Ok So this one is for the Fae/Faerie kin that also identify as Therians or feel a connection with certain animals.

I've seen many Fae/Faerie kin who are also Therian, and I'll admit I have a connection to some animals myself and have been found to mimic their behaviors. However I don't remember living like an animal. Now it's possible that they are simply kin memories that have not yet surfaced, but I don't feel like that's the case. I can remember being said animals just not living as them. For example I would romp and play as a fox among other foxes but I did not survive the way they did. For me it was merely fun. Not unlike a child playing pretend. I feared no hunters and I did not need to hunt for food myself. And if ever I did hunt it was simply part of the game rather than survival. I know there are plenty of Fae that could and would change into the forms of animals, and as fun as messing with humans might be, I just don't think it was the only reason Fae would go about as animals. Which only furthers my belief that sometimes it was just for the pure fun of it. And I'd imagine that just as some people have favorite animals so too do some fae. I don't think it was always just a one time thing either. Fae can communicate with the natural world in ways most humans would only dream of, imagine just being that one deer in the herd that just disappears and reappears but after years and years of interaction the rest of the herd (while probably sensing that you are not quite a deer, no matter how much you may look like one), has also come to accept that you are not a danger to them. Perhaps over time you've kept an eye on this one herd and their descendants. steering them away from the occasional danger or leading them to the juiciest greenest hidden pastures. You become a kind of faerie god-deer (like faerie godmother). And after so much time acting like a deer, you find yourself slipping into the animalistic habits even when you're not taking the animal form. But you don't mind. Your experiences are part of you, it was only natural. And perhaps after a while you find that the courts and humanity are just not all that interesting to you. You think about the deer. Your deer. The herd you'd been watching, protecting, guiding. You start spending more and more time as a deer. It's fun, it's free and after a while most predators learn to keep their distance from your herd. You are still Fae but the deer is part of you now, perhaps just as important as the part of you that is Fae.

I'm curious are there any Fae/Faerie kin who resonate with this at all? Do you remember (if in fact you have any kin memories at all. Not everyone does. And there's nothing wrong with that 😊) being an animal living, surviving as an animal? Or, do you remember being interested and/or amused playing as an animal while all the time knowing that the other animals can sense that you are different? Does the Fae/Faerie kin side and the Therian side feel like two separate lives or do they feel almost blended? Do you remember being afraid when you were an animal or did you know that you had almost nothing to fear? That no matter what, you were a magical being that could charm, trick, or enchant your way out of most situations?

Please understand I'm not trying to invalidate anyone. As far as I'm concerned no one can tell someone who or what they are but them. If you resonate at all with this post it doesn't make you any more or less Fae/Faerie kin or Therian. In the end, only you can know who you are. I also write this post for the Fae/Faerie kin who don't quite feel Therian but find themselves acting in animalistic ways. Those that feel connection and memory but still just don't quite feel they are/were animals (at least not normal ones). Kins that feel like it was/is more play than survival but who still find it quite satisfying to shriek, bark, meow, growl, chirp, squawk, etc.

If you've read this far, then I appreciate you and may you have a most marvelous and magical day/night 😊🍀✨🌙🍄☀️👁️

Till next time

[fandomsfordays21]

I've recently been getting more in touch with my kintype, which has overall been great. I've been getting some memories and have been using those to feel actualized and comfortable with who I am. The problem, though, is that I've started missing some of the people I knew from my source/my cannon. I'm posting this partially to vent about it, but also so I don't forget these things. They feel so precious, and even though they make me feel kinda sad when I think of them, I still need to remember.

I miss the other Stars. Dream fussed over me all the time, and it was annoying, but now I miss being cared for like that. His aura was really warm and comforting too, even though it didn't have the same effects on me (Being soulless and all) it was really nice. His aura felt similar to being in a warm room? Like when you bundle up in a blanket with a warm cup of tea? It felt like that. I miss it... I've been wrapped up in blankets all day but it just isn't the same. Even though Dream wasn't the best cook, he baked pretty well... He made a lot of stuff that had honey in it... I can't remember what it was called... Some sort of flakey pastry that had a type of honey taste? Or was it apple? I need to find it again...

I miss Blue, too. He was really fun to be around... We would talk with each other for hours about random things. I would forget most of what we said to each other later, but I wrote some of it on my scarf. I liked talking with him... He banned me from the kitchen because I kept accidentally setting things on fire. He gave the best hugs. Dream did too, but Blue gave really strong and energetic hugs. Blue hugged by running up and crashing into you as he wrapped his arms around you. Dream was a lot softer with it, but I loved hugging both of them...

I miss Error a lot too, which is probably surprising to a lot of people, but not at all to me. I liked to bother him. We would call each other names and beat each other up, only to meet in Outertale later where we would stargaze together. I would talk, he would knit and grumble along. I don't know if he was listening, but I hope he was. He was a jerk sometimes, yeah, but so was I. He'd yell a lot, I thought it was funny. One time he got so mad that he just crashed immediately before he could even react. I almost died that day. We were opposites, enemies, yada yada, whatever word you want to use... But we got along sometimes... One time he even let me on the beanbag! I didn't understand a word of what the people in Undernovela were saying, but the drama was so entertaining!

I really miss my kids too... God I miss my kids. I had three, Palette, PJ, and Gradient. Palette was the oldest, he was really energetic and like to run around. He liked to touch, holding hands, hugging, snuggling. He really liked to be carried. I can't remember how he used to do his art... That hurts so much... I need to remember that... Palette was quite literally a mix between me and Dream, a ray of sunshine, while also being the sun. (As in, he was just a flaming ball of burning energy). And then there was PJ. He's the middle child. You could tell. He was all angsty teen-ish. I didn't know how to handle that. He liked to craft stuff. He really liked clay. He was grumpy all the time, took after Error, (Which is funny because he looked and dressed more like me.) And then Gradient, or Grey, he was just a pure bundle of anxiety. He was always clinging to either me or Error. Clothes, hands, he had to be touching us at all times. He got a bit better about it as he got older, but he always had to have his hoodie on and sometimes had to have a plushie or something. I gave him a drawing tablet. He had bad problems with motivation and confidence. I tried to help him as best I could, but there were mostly just unfinished sketches on there. (I can't remember Gray's exact artstyle, but I know I loved it.) Gray had panic attacks a lot. I never knew what to do. It was scary... Error had to help most of the time.

...I feel like such a bad parent... I should have been more involved... I might never see them again... I'm fucking devastated right now.

I haven't gotten many concrete memories surrounding most of these people, mostly flashes or sensations, but they're precious all the same...

[church-of-echoes]

The siblings were, of course, the highlight of my time in the heavens.

Although, i did not get along with two of the three. Michael and Gabriel were the ones who gave me the most trouble out of the three.

Gabriel was the one who initially sniffed out that I was rebelling against God. Typical loyal sheep. No offense to any Gabriel out there. He spat the most vile words against me and he got away with it. If the lord heard what he said, he would've been cast out. Not me. But that's none of my business anymore.

Michael. O, Michael. Despite being the warrior, he was essentially Gabriel's metaphorical twin but held a sword. Not much to say about him. Always was away attending those in death. Lame.

Raphael. Angel of Healing. Raphael was the one who tried to help me return to the light after disobeying God and speaking out against him. Where I lay, in the farthest corners of heaven, He approached me with a solemn heart and attempted to talk me through these bitter feelings. It did not work, but he tried. The only angel who empathized with me.

At the gathering of the angels, where I was kneeling in front of the Lord, awaiting my sentence..

The siblings held no emotion, besides Raph, when made eye contact with gave me a look of sorrow.

In conclusion, some of the siblings weren't as kind to me as they were to others. They disliked my unorthodox ways of not forgiving horrific actions from people who have harmed others.

[trueformreveal]

what i remember

I lived among the clouds, among angels. We had no god. We were simply a society of angels. I am not sure if we originally had a god that disappeared somehow. I chose to go to Earth as my fellow angels were cruel. Many of us had multiple forms, however most chose to stick to one form. yeah thats about it

[harpy-otherlink-noah]

Is it weird that when I get back to space/heaven/my home I want to have kids with my lover? As I mentioned before I recently realized I have a lover there and (I'm not sure if I mentioned this part) she's waiting for me to return. I've never wanted kids before, but last night I was suddenly struck by a desire to have kids with my lover. I prayed to my god for guidance and so far it seems supportive. I sensed that my lover was hesitant at first, but that seems to have gone away now that I've received confirmation of our god's approval.

I hope I'm interpreting things correctly and that someday I'll receive little stars to love and care for.

[archived-past]

im longing

i miss having scales and fins and webbed hands

i miss having gills

i miss being in the water

i miss being near old abandoned places by the water or under water

ruins half in the water

i miss home

i miss being me

i want to go back

i need to be in the water

i need to be home

[messenger-on-the-lake]

I do not remember how or why I inhabit this body but I do remember what I did as a deity. I would help small villages and towns to work together and thrive. I do not know where these places are or if they still exist. I would also help them with crops and prevent them from getting sick from unsafe livestock by taking offerings of the blood of sick and diseased livestock. I would also bury any unclaimed animals that were left dead and to rot in the forest. I also remember I would prepare others for the afterlife. We would go on a row boat and continue to row in the infinite black lake I called purgatory. Time seemed to stop during that time on the lake. And when the soul was ready to go to the afterlife they will walk of the boat and walk on the water, into the fog, away from the lantern on my boat. I'm not 100% sure why I am now human but I think I stopped doing deity stuff once civilization grew into what it is now.

[rabberoth]

WHAT I REMEMBER

TW: Mentions of death, drowning, murder

DREAMS

All my life, I’ve had dreams about death, the paranormal, and the occult. I didn’t put two and two together for years, but looking back, it feels like these dreams are connected to my kin type, being a deity presiding over death.

Let me paint a picture: one of my earliest nightmares as a kid involved me standing in a bathroom, staring at a malevolent spirit. She was this woman with long black hair and tried to reach through the mirror to grab a baby out of my hands—presumably because she’d lost her child. Creepy? Absolutely. Did it stick with me? You bet.

More recently, my dreams have been like disaster movies. Picture this: I’m an Asian man in his 30s, part of the military, and I’m aboard a sinking warship. Other ships are blasting away at each other, and I’m just trying not to drown while chaos unfolds around me.

Then there was the dream where I drove to a little yellow house—except it wasn’t a house, it turned out to be a yellow brick library in what looked like a ghost town, and I found a body nearby.

As a teen, I dreamt that my “dad” (this wasn’t my father, I was in the POV of someone else in the dream) had killed someone. My mom found out, freaked, and threatened to divorce him before running off, leaving me behind. Cue me hearing my dad crying over her loss, and little me just standing there, emotionally overwhelmed.

Now, these aren’t exactly my kin type memories, but they seem related.

MEMORIES

One of my most vivid kin memories, though? Being almost omnipotent. Emphasis on almost. It was surreal because I knew what was happening, where everything was, but I couldn’t articulate it. Like trying to describe a new color—it just doesn’t compute. This occurred in a weird half-asleep, half-awake state.

I kept hearing a man’s voice (presumably a witch), like he was trying to contact me. He was rearranging stones or sigils on a grid, like some supernatural checkers game.

Once he got it the sigils right, I rewarded him by telling him a story about souls I knew who died. Don’t ask me what the story was; I only remember it involved two friends at sea, one of whom drowned, a cautionary tale I assume.

Super uplifting stuff.

I’m a god of death. Not the god of death—there isn’t just one. There are many divinities, after all. And when I say I’m a god of death, I don’t mean I cause death; I preside over the realm of death.

It’s foggy, both literally and figuratively. Think cemetery-at-night vibes, no flashlight, wandering souls everywhere. (I call them “running souls”—a term that came to me through these memories, more specifically from my conversation with that man. Basically, they’re lost souls, aimlessly wandering with no clear purpose. It’s tragic, and I have a lot of sympathy for them.)

It’s a lot, I know. But that’s the journey. Things might shift as I recall more.

[roomwithavoid]

i dont talk about my otherkinship much on here. i should change that. anyway here's what i looked like before i existed. and i guess what other people looked like to me before i existed also. i dont think everyone actually had scribbles on their faces but i cant remember ever seeing anyone's faces so.

[xsatanic-panicx]

What made you realize you were otherkin?

I always knew I wasnt.. entirely human. It wasn't until I found the term otherkin (ironically, in an otherkin hate video where they claimed they all otherkin were "faking it for attention.") that I connected the dots :)

[dr-049]

small rant + story time

If you’re an SCP fan and you’ve watched the sedation tapes on YouTube, you’ve probably heard of Jolanda (from my tape). Something really strange is that I only have one memory of her, and that’s when she was trying to leave.

i don’t remember much, but I remember it was very early in the morning. I was in some sort of old cottage(?). The FIRST THING that this girl told meAT 6 IN THE MORNING was “I don’t think you’re practices are ethical, I’m going to leave.” for some reason I just blankly stared at her for a couple of seconds.. this girl was literally 15 with dead parents, where tf was she going to go??

Jolanda if you’re seeing this I’m so sorry

[blackkittiesinabox]

Me trying to explain to people that our demon kin is 2d

I am a 2d demon, not everyone from my hell was, but i am

Think of it like... we are a bill cipher type demon, even in our kin memories we were 2d and others were not, everyone else were these full 3d dimensions and our cartoony ass was just like; 🧍

And honestly its so interesting to describe it cause i think it makes more sence when we explain how demons functioned in our memories/our hell

They were formed to torture specific demons, like animal based demons may of been formed to torture animal abusers, greed demons may of been green and took a form looking like they were literal money/made of money

And i remember torturing child abusers, and... i wouldnt call it torturing child sinners... closer to guiding then, and nurturing them

So my cartoony form made sence yknow??

I unno

Just a lil demonkin rant i guess

-[sorta a collective post? I guess?]

[angelicorchards]

if im VERY free all day i usually spend my time around churches. it brings back some nice memories ☺️