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[wonderlightdaydreams]

Alterreality Coining Post 2.0

On August 9th, 2023, I posted “AlterReality: A Coining Essay”. The purpose of that post was to coin a term that describes my personal experience while getting out my thoughts on metaphysics, imagination, and perception in writing. However, due to the personal nature of that essay, I wanted to make this post in collaboration with Lav (@WinreyPlace) and others to clearly and plainly state what alterreality is. While it is a broad term, there are limits to what it does and does not include.

As defined by someone else in the alterreality server: “Alterreality is a process of creating one’s unique sense of reality via imagination and belief. It can be described as a lifestyle or a philosophy, with one central idea: what makes something ‘real’ is nothing but the belief that it is real.”

Another definition Lav gave was “imagination as a lifestyle”. Alterreality can also be interpreted as daydreaming or imagination-based fantasies overlaying or interacting with consensus reality.

What alterreality covers:

Many experiences of those in the self-shipping community, such as going on dates with your f/o in the “real world”

Adding a fantasy narrative to your life (i.e. tests at school becoming monster fights) as long as you choose to believe in the fantasy narrative as part of your perceived reality

Many experiences are classified as roleplay, again, as long as you choose to incorporate the roleplay into your perception of what’s happening in your own life

What alterreality doesn’t cover:

Involuntary spiritual, psychological, or metaphysical experiences 

Any alternative reality experiences you were born with or had awakened within you

Identifying as something while living a non-altered life (i.e. if you’re wolfkin and you are going to mundane human school while only experiencing that physical reality, that's not alterreality)

Manifestation and law of attraction concepts. Alterreality, while it interacts with the shared reality we all experience, doesn’t change its course; instead it builds onto or reframes it. Alterrealizing should not and does not make struggles in consensus reality disappear or cause the universe to provide a more positive life. 

In short, alterreality has three aspects: intentionality, imagination, and belief. Alterreal experiences are incredibly varied and diverse; however, they all require these elements. 

Now, with the above fully explained, let’s understand the why and how. Starting with the why.

There are infinite reasons as to why one would alterrealize their own life. I do it because I find mundane existence to be boring, and I want to engage with something that is beyond mundane human life without believing in anything, particularly spiritual or supernatural. Any reason is a valid reason to create alterreality. You can do it for fun, as a coping mechanism, to connect better with your alterhuman identities, because you love fictional characters or worlds, to help you understand complex things better, as a tool of exploration, personal growth, and creativity, and so much more. You don't even need to have a why at all! There is nothing wrong with fucking around and finding out with your life :3. 

In terms of how to do alterreality, I repeat, there is no one way. I’m still figuring out all the ins and outs of doing it myself. But my best piece of advice is to give yourself permission to fully live inside of whatever fantasy narrative you choose to and let yourself believe in it. This can sometimes be a demanding or difficult process, especially if everyone and everything around you is conforming to consensus reality, but just like they find meaning existing in consensus reality, you are allowed to find meaning existing in alterreality! Another way to phrase all this is to just “fake it until you make it”. Ask yourself questions like  “What world or narrative do I live in?”, “What form does my alterrealized self take?”, “How would I act and speak in my alterreality?”, “What would my tasks, goals, or challenges be?”, and things like that. If you cannot do something in shared, mundane reality for whatever reason, make-believe a reason why you cannot do it in your alterreality too! As you develop your alterreality and discover what works and what doesn’t for your brain, you’ll find it will come more naturally to live out your imagination-fueled life. 

This world is in desperate need of whimsy and wonder. While there are various ways to make your life more whimsical, there are not many that involve actively living a lifestyle of fantasy. In a world where time is a finite resource, where the “have-tos” outweigh the “want-tos”, and where playing pretend is shunned once you age out of childhood, alterreality is a way to live in the physical realm, while embracing the fantastical. So, what are you waiting for, step into a world of your wildest dreams!

[flowers-in-your-basement]

the first time Dean looked at his brother, only 13 and looking younger and saw something he wanted like he wanted the girls in town he felt an unbearable disgust. A week-long bender later he realized that it was even worse than he thought, he didn't want Sammy like he wanted all those girls in bars, he wanted him like the prince wants the princess, a fairy-tale true love, deep kiss as the screen turns black kinda want. He, of course, threw up as soon as he realized that.

Sam was 15 now, less skinny but still, his bones showed when he stretched and Dean was constantly stuck between a motherly wanting to put more meat on his bones and a not-so motherly wanting to eat him alive. Most days he wasn't sure if that was sexual or if he was just even more disgusting than he thought.

[yuhi-san]

you know what the blood gulch chronicles are so fucking funny. the first few episodes is just a bunch of idiots shit talking. absolute useless nonsense.

but its not random rubbish being thrown around. the conservations, as ridiculouse as they are, have a flow. You can actually follow how you got from a to q, even if just looking at a nd q seperately is like, how the fuck did that happen. every comment bounces off of a previous one.

red team trying to name M12 LRV. its just gold. the bickering. simmons being the one not believing that pumas are a real animal. how they keep roasting grif for 'making up animals'.

the way the lines are delivered. it's hilarious.

[zukkaoru]

“We should probably leave, before we start a scandal.” kunichuuzai :3

Dazai throws his head back, and it hits the wall with a soft thunk. He whimpers, reaching out for Kunikida, but Chuuya promptly grabs hold of his hand, stopping him in his tracks.

His eyes flutter open just as Chuuya presses a kiss to the inside of his wrist. Then, they bring his fingers into their mouth and bite down.

Heat pools in Dazai’s gut.

Meanwhile, Kunikida is kissing and biting at his neck, surely leaving a mark, what was supposed to be a way to shut Dazai up devolving into a heated makeout session in the stairwell. It’s Chuuya’s fault though, since they thought it was a good idea to show up at the Agency office in a cropped shirt, just short enough to show off their toned stomach when they moved in a certain way. They knew what they were doing. They were practically begging for Dazai to say something. It’s not his fault Kunikida didn’t appreciate him calling them a slut where all of their coworkers could hear.

“We— hahh,” Dazai pants as Chuuya reaches up, grabbing hold of his hair and yanking his head to the side, giving Kunikida better access to his neck. “We should probably leave. Before we start a scandal.”

Chuuya pushes themself onto their toes, breath hot against Dazai’s ear as they whisper, “Should’ve thought about that before you baited us out here.”

Kunikida pulls off of him, shooting a glare at Chuuya. “No. He’s right.”

They laugh. “You’re definitely gonna start a scandal if you walk back into the office looking like that.” They reach up, wiping at the lip gloss left on Kunikida’s mouth, somehow lingering from when he kissed them earlier.

Kunikida’s face flushes red.

Dazai laughs, until Chuuya shuts him up with another violent kiss.

[sparklingchim]

Any update on hocky kookie?

hockey kookie is currently put to rest after being rejected twice (2) by oc </3 but! three other jk's have risen !! 🤭

- lwh jk is currently deep in the jealous trenches trying to fight his way out without hurting oc (uhm. he's not so successful)

- new idol jk is tipsy n fighting for his life, begging for oc to take him back </3 (he is so in love w her he'd die without ever feeling her love again)

- new pro footballer jk is fooling the entire nation that he is dating his bf while unconsciously falling for her irl (when will he realise?)

[bi-writes]

i am awake now and the stuff in my inbox is literally gold omg ily all seriously

[kallistersbullshit]

@pillowspace here take a thingy *slams down on table and scurries away*

(this is technically my first 2nd person/reader fic, so uhh hopefully it’s not too bad):

You’ve been running yourself ragged with your daycare duties lately. It’s the… seventh loop? Maybe. You’re not sure. All you know is that you’re getting nowhere in your search for the cause of the time loops, spending your nights sleeplessly jotting ideas down in your notebook - though you know you’ll have to rewrite everything next time.

You don’t know how much longer you can take it.

“Y/N? Are you alright?”

You flinch hard, snapping your head up from where it laid on the desk. Above you towers Sun, patiently waiting for an answer behind the computer, fidgeting anxiously with the ribbons on his wrists.

“Me? Oh! Oh yeah, I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.”

Sun deflates a bit. “You don’t… seem fine. Normally you leave by now but you’ve had your head down for quite a while. Did you get enough sleep last night?” “Isn’t that Moon’s catchphrase?” you ask, cocking your head.

“You make it hard to resist,” he replied, chuckling nervously.

“Well I did, so again, no reason to worry. I’ll be out of your… er, rays in no time.” Sun flinches, holding his hands out to shake them in denial. “Nonono! I’m not trying to get rid of you, promise! I’m just worried - me and Moon both!”

He leans over the desk to get a better look at you - horrible bags under your eyes, shirt buttoned incorrectly, and a disgruntled, slightly annoyed expression on your face. You quickly change it to a smile, shaking your head.

“I’m telling you it’s fine, Sun. And you’re right - I should probably get going now. See you tomorrow.”

“S-See you tomorrow…”

You smile more genuinely and stand up to grab your bag from the side desk, slinging it over your shoulder and signing off of the computer before walking over to the large double-doors. You place your hand on the handles just as you feel a light touch on your arm - a cold, hard touch.

Like metal.

You jerk away immediately, wildly swinging your bag around to hit your attacker directly in the neck, knocking his head loose and sending his faceplate spinning wildly. The sound of your feet pounding against the ground fills your ears as you follow your escape route as fast as you can. He'll take a bit of time - though not much - to connect to the wire, so the second-floor exit should work best.

You’re halfway up the staircase when you come to an abrupt stop, glancing up frantically at the bright lights illuminating your path. You whip your head around to see Sun sprawled out on the ground, his rays still spinning from the impact, his eyes already dim.

Your breath hitches. You practically leap down the stairs to rush to his side, kneeling at his side to inspect his faceplate. You can hear your heart pounding heavily as you carefully turn his head from side to side. As expected: the collision had ripped multiple wires and loosened the screws at the base of his neck. It was an easy fix, but it would leave the attendant immobilized for a while.

You stand up, stumbling over to the computers. You quickly log back in to file a report to Parts & Services, describing the wreckage in a brief summary before immediately logging back out. Stepping carefully over Sun’s body, you approach the double doors, where you left your bag. You pick it up, turning to glance back at your fallen friend. Your hands are still shaking - your breath hasn’t entirely calmed down yet.

You hurry out of the daycare, still listening to the pounding of your heart and the anxious taps of your feet on the floor.

Hopefully you'll catch yourself from hurting them next time.

[literally-who-let-me]

on my knees begging for more chapyard fics please please please please please pleasepleasepleasepleaseple

[qilinkisser]

Preening - S/I x Beast Vessel, 459 Words

A short and sweet drabble based on a thought my friend gave me. Pollen helps tidy up the princess' hair. Reblogs always appreciated but not necessary <3

Their fingers run through tangled, matted hair. Leaves and small branches are weaved in between the thick strands.

"What are you doing?" She looks down at them, her bright eyes studying them quizzically. Her front claws shift under her, her talons sheathed, confused yet not aggravated.

"I'm helping you with your hair," they answer plainly, their smile just visible in the low light. They're removing debris from her locks, their fingers smoothing down the tangles expertly. "I wish I had a brush, but I can make do."

"There's no need for that, fawn." Her eyes narrow with annoyance, yet there's no heat behind her words. "I'm perfectly capable of doing it myself."

"Don't be silly. It's much easier this way- plus, I like it. I don't have long hair anymore, the least you can do is let me pamper you." It's true, their own hair barely goes past their chin. The Princess lets out a low, growly sigh.

"Fine, then. If you really want to do it that much, I guess I can't stop you." Her long neck lowers her head to the ground, resting against the stone floor. Their fingers comb tenderly, almost lovingly, against the back of her head. They watch with a small grin as her eyes begin to flutter shut.

Her ear twitches at the soft sound of something she can't quite place- no, a voice. They are humming to nobody in particular, a soft, quiet tune that untenses her shoulders. Their hands work slowly but meticulously, and it surprises her by how freely their fingers run through her now un-matted hair.

"There. All done." They stand up, satisfied with their work, and plant a small, tepid kiss on her tallest horn. She growls with slight indignation. "Is... something wrong?"

"You aren't done," she insists, tilting her head towards them. They smile with deep fondness.

"Of course I'm not," they agree, reaching over to gently pet her head. They scratch behind her ears, which flick in surprise, but then relax as they press their forehead to her cheek. Her fur is soft and warm, and as they caress her fur, they feel her form rumble slightly. She's purring. How cute...

They wake up cradled in the bend of her front leg. Their arms are around her neck, fingers buried in her fur. "There you are, my fawn," she croons, nothing but endearment embedded in her voice. "I was starting to think you had fainted on me." She gently nips the tip of their ear, and they giggle, hugging her tighter.

"You're welcome," they whisper into her neck, nuzzling into the softness. Their embrace is replied to with a deep purr.

"Maybe it was a good idea to keep you around after all."

"Just maybe."

[inumage]

Thinks about gortash and Durges relationship hinging on how much Durge can convince themselves that they aren't /fond/ of Gortash, they have no feelings, no attachment, no love for him at all. That they'll betray him in a heartbeat if Bhaal were to ask.

And how hard they have to continue to convince themselves of the fact as they grow closer, to have to deny themselves of their own feelings- until that crucial breaking point, when they realize that they do love him...

Bhaal has yet another hold over them.

[wonderlightdaydreams]

AlterReality: A Coining Essay

This world has always felt like the wrong genre to me. Considering how many stories are based in this world, that sounds absurd. After all, we have free will and therefore the right to choose our own genre, right? One would think so; however, this is often not the case. There can be a myriad of reasons for this, but one large one is the hold that hegemony has on modern society. Despite our diverse world, this hegemony paints a coat of bland sameness over the world, creating a shared reality. This gives us, as beings living inside of hegemony, an interesting problem with a wide myriad of answers: how do we re-enchant our lives, considering the enchantment in question does not exist? My answer is that we alter our own realities, living in fantasy worlds of our own design and giving ourselves the adventure that we deserve.

When hearing the claims that were made in the intro, one would not be wrong to think of the alterhuman community. As a being who is part of it, I hold nothing but reverence for this amazing and wonderful group of diverse beings. They helped me and myself discover ourselves, helped us overcome great shame, and allowed us to evolve into the wonderfully diverse beings we are today. However, many members of this community live the lives of not their true selves but the form in which they exist bodily. While I do not fully blame them, as it is mostly out of necessity, I could not help but wonder if there is another option. Dragons don't pay taxes, after all.

Enter my term, alter reality." To clearly define it, it is having your current reality re-enchanted by means of living in a personal reality (which will be defined later in the essay) that is not the one shared by most individuals, whether voluntary or otherwise. This is about individuals who currently live in a personal reality, not those who don't live there due to their past lives or for any other reason. Let me reiterate that this can be  achieved through voluntary means and is a term that can be used by most anyone. You do not have to be alterhuman to be AlterReality, although those two can often intermingle with one another.

Another term that often overlaps with AlterReality is immersive daydreaming (ID). As an immersive daydreamer myself, I can say that one can be an ID and an AlterReality, but there are differences. For one, AlterReality requires the individual to live inside their reality, not watch it like a movie. As such, those who experience AlterReality have their true selves present in their reality, whom they live through. These factors often do not exist for immersive daydreamers.

Earlier, I brought up the idea of a personal reality. This is defined as any reality that is not a shared reality and is often customized to the individual(s) living inside of it. It can be shared, as I will address later in this essay. The nature of an alternate reality’s individual can exist as a hybrid of personal and shared reality, or it can exist entirely as a personal reality. However, AlterReality individuals do not live exclusively in shared reality (if you drank every time I said reality, I deeply apologize to your liver).

If you've made it this far into the essay, you're probably wondering how one can do this. After all, it is very possible for an individual to make themselves alter reality if they so choose. The methods are as infinite as magic itself; however, one common one is daydreaming. If you are interested in this method, please read my essay "An Introduction To Daydreaming V2", as it has very helpful advice in that. However, if you wish to take those methods further and have yourself make this reality real, it is simply a matter of mindset.

This topic is an essay in its own right, but this world is made up of constructs. Everything from jobs to family to even grocery stores is attached to stories. Take the latter: what do you think of when you think of grocery stores? Shopping for your dinner tonight? The dull tedium of the islands? Free samples? These are all items that exist in the shared reality that I am assuming that you, the reader, share as well. Now, what if we change one of these aspects or add one? Instead of going shopping for your dinner, the grocery store can be an epic quest to find sacred ingredients. Instead of the dull tedium of the islands, you can recreate them as sprawling dungeons filled with puzzles and traps. And of course, free samples are the spoils for all of your adventuring. This can be changed to fit your aesthetic and desires, but essentially, anything can be anything if you really want it to be.

It should be noted that this essay is in no way advocating for benign shut-ins or hikikomori. While personalizing your reality is often a solitary activity, it is enriching as well as encouraging to use shared reality as a prompt for your daydream. Being locked in your room on a physical level often creates a boring personalized reality, as your input is often limited. Go on quests, include your friends in your personal reality, and have fun!

Now, the only question left is: what should you even personalize your reality to be? One way to begin is by looking at your favorite pieces of media. You can simply make your personalized reality the media in question, or take what you like in that piece of media and create it based on these aspects. Of course, you can take any combination of media inspiration or none at all. The important thing here is that you enjoy your personalized reality and can feasibly live in it. One thing to consider is self-insertability, or the ability to add yourself to the fiction you create. These differ greatly depending on both the media and the individual, but they often come in the form of categories that the audience can split themselves into; think characters from Homestuck or elements from Avatar: The Last Airbender. Of course,there are many circumstances in which this trait would not apply. Overall, personal realities are just as diverse as their creators!

Many times, we, as an audience, are just passively observing other worlds. As an AlterReality practitioner, you don't only ascend beyond being an observer; you turn your life into a story. Modern life is filled with tons of stories. Stories about getting rich, having a family, and following the beaten path Why not Alter Your Reality someday and make your own story?

[definitely-didnt]

blorbo of the month award goes to: DR. HENRY EDGWARE

"HELLO DOCTOR!!! :)))" "For heaven's sake >:((("

[jetlaggingbehind]

i think wooden overcoats would make a very good edgar wright production actually

[ardenofthegarden]

how do ao3 writers think of anything for fics.. i wanna write but i have no ideas

[mikodrawnnarratives]

Everyday I ask myself, am I desperate enough for Maggie focus fics to read the really long one on ao3, and grit my teeth through romantic Maggie and Max?

And everytime it's hm well *open up fic* no I'm not

[domoz]

Go write 100 words of Canon Rewrite and Unnamed 7/Pokemon AU

Canon Rewrite: Since I'm drawing this instead, may I interest you in thoughts on team seven's designs?

Naruto: Is not in charge of buying his own clothes, so a s a pre-genin hes locked into generic konoha greens and blacks. When he graduates and starts making his own money + gaining independence is when he starts wearing orange. Probably, there's going to be a point where he's made to wear the flak jacket too (Post Sasuke defection when training to use kyuubi chakra). Sasuke: Is very conscious of how he's Representing The Uchiha and so wears their traditional clothes, so he gets to pretty much stay dressed the same. In fact, he probably retains more design connection to his clan post defection than he does in actual canon, I'll have to think about it.

Sakura: She still WANTS to look feminine, but something like the qipao dress would be one of the nicer things that she owns and so wouldn't be something she'd wear to shinobi training. She wears (Tenten's) hand me downs, and thanks to her advice is more aware of the need for practical clothing when doing physical labor, is more willing to tie up her hair etc etc, but she still likes being feminine and admires kunoichi who are strong enough to be so.

Pokemon AU

Tobirama's neck aches from leaning over the garden pond. He's long since finish scattering the food, but he still lets his fingers trail in the water. Every now and again, one of the pokemon living there will swim up to bump into his hand only to get chased away by the lone magikarp that still survives. Red eyes bore into his back -- Tobirama refuses to turn around and acknowledge them. He wants to go and train with his watcher as he's supposed to be doing even less. As of last month, the absol that sits at the corner of the garden watching him official belongs to him. Unofficially, the pokemon has yet to follow an order that his father hasn't given first.

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