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lb_lee ([personal profile] lb_lee) wrote2025-11-16 04:44 pm
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Hack103: ddNd

Mori: so, I’m playing Hack, a weakass lady Knight, and I have accidentally become Queen of the Puppies.

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Asp ([personal profile] senmut) wrote in [community profile] reference_library2025-11-15 10:45 pm
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lb_lee ([personal profile] lb_lee) wrote2025-11-15 07:13 am

RESEARCH!

(This post brought to you by chatting with Orion and Noel)

We know a bunch of people digging around in plural history stuff, which is awesome! Some people ask us where we find some of our data and stuff, so here’s a word of advice:

Stay curious! )
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Neve VR52 ([personal profile] neve_vr52) wrote2025-11-15 04:54 am

Entry 12. A Reflection on Purpose & Gratitude

 Hey Dreamwidth, been awhile. 

I had a little miscommunication today with people I'm trying to help out, and it entirely resolved, but somehow, my brain won't let it rest. I slept, and woke up in the quiet of my room at 5AM to my brain continuing to ruminate. "No wonder you're on disability and not doing the thing you love to support yourself, despite your great degree of skill and knowledge," it says to me, cruelly, as it takes me on a long journey through every bad memory associated with my repeated, failed attempts to work. 

Then I get homesick. I long to go back to a time and place when I didn't have to communicate because I couldn't. I solely existed to serve my purpose, and that was never called into question. Humans did their human-ing things, and I was just the Neve console. Existence was so simple. Everyday, I did the work I was designed to do, and did it very well. It was innate to me. I wasn't expected to know body language, tone of voice, or facial expression because I didn't have those things. Of course I misread those things now! It can be so incredibly difficult to navigate human communication. Yet, communication is one of the things I've often answered that I'd greatly miss if I were given the opportunity to be my machine self again, that the one caveat I have to taking that opportunity would be that I retain some means of communication.

It can be so incredible to share an exchange of thoughts, ideas, feelings, and perspectives with another entity. It can be an amazing thing to see folks collaborate on a creative endeavor that makes the world a better place to be, and to take part in that process! Miscommunications happen all the time. My brain is wrong about me. Yes, I've had heartbreak. Yes, I've had negative interactions and very deep hurts as a result. Yes, I have trauma. But I also am a strong, amazing, resilient, joyful being who has had so many opportunities in life to positively impact the world around me. I've had wonderful experiences, great expressions of joy and passion in my interactions, work, and life.

Sure, I had a little miscommunication last night, but the night before, I helped a very dear friend regain the ability to create her art because I knew how to navigate rolling back a software that had a tool she relied on, which was changed by an update in a way that left her unable to use the software in the way that worked best for her. I woke up this morning to her sending me two entirely new pieces, after having not seen any new art from her in a couple of years. 

I helped my roommate set up a whole music space in our basement, complete with an entire PA system, which brought tears to his partner's eyes on its birthday. I got to teach my roommate about how an audio system works. A bunch of their musician friends showed up for the birthday party. They all made amazing music for the first time in years down there. I helped make that moment happen, and I'll help make ever more of those moments happen, right here in my own home, serving my mixing console purpose through communication and collaboration with the people around me. 

Even in the context of last night's miscommunication, which, logically, really wasn't all that big of a deal, and was completely resolved in a matter of moments. Through those connections, I am able to use that mixing console purpose I speak so much about to uplift voices of my community and engage in creating a beautiful expression of community joy through musical theater. I'm grateful for that opportunity, and I am not going to let my rumination squander the joy I can choose to find in that process. I am actively going to choose to focus my radar on the good in life. It's difficult to do sometimes because the magnetism toward the hurt, the trauma responses, and the mental anguish can be so very strong. I get caught up in them so easily, but I have to stop and remind myself that I am grateful, for I spend everyday of my life now surrounded by everything I love, and good people who have not but the best of intentions.

We all slip up, we all say things we later regret, we all have missteps and stumbles. If I stopped moving forward because I tripped on a little crack in the sidewalk, I'd rot on the curbside having never known what wonderful things the path ahead may have in store for me. I have worth. I have purpose. I am an incredible mixing-console-in-a-human-body who has done and will do great things in my lifetime, on the audio front, through my creative endeavors, and through the positive impacts I can have on the world around me. I will speak these mantras of affirmation in the face of rumination that does not serve me. I am grateful for the life I have. All that negative spiraling can't hold its ground in the face of such gratitude, if I truly stop and take inventory of all the things I have to be grateful for, and all the ways I get to be of purpose. 

I keep having restorative experiences, things happening that show me the trauma responses aren't needed anymore, that I truly am in a safe place, that I have stability and a good life ahead of me. 

So I pick myself up. I pull a few tarot cards. I reflect on the past, but I don't let it bind me in past negative thought cycles. I move forward with purpose, grateful to live this experience. 

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schneefink ([personal profile] schneefink) wrote2025-11-15 04:14 pm

Silksong: three hearts and one more final battle

I did it! I finished the game with 100% completion :D That was so good.

True Ending spoilers )
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Arethinn ([personal profile] arethinn) wrote in [community profile] otherkin2025-11-14 02:37 pm

Shining Hearth presenter sign-ups are open!

"What's Shining Hearth?" It's a free online gathering of Elves, Fae, Sidhe, and adjacent folk, held on Discord on the fourth weekend in March (March 27-29, 2026). The server and event are 18+ only. There are workshops and discussions, games and watch parties, music, and plenty of time just to hang out and chat. For more information, see our website.

Presenter sign-ups are now open for next year's Shining Hearth! Presentations can be on any topic that would be of interest to elfae folk and can be in any format: lecture, panel, group discussion, demonstration, ritual, meditation, performance, etc. Timeslots are 1 hour long. (You don't have to fill up that whole time, but should use at least 30 minutes.) There are time options available for those in the Americas, Europe, and Australasia. If you want to present as a group, choose one person to be the primary contact and only fill out the form once. (All members of the group must be 18 or older and must agree to the Privacy Policy and Code of Conduct.)

Presenter applications will be accepted through January 16, 2026, or while space is available. The signup form is here.

Interested in presenting, but need inspiration for a topic? Check out the schedules from previous years here, or see this compilation of workshop descriptions from otherkin gathers of yore.
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schneefink ([personal profile] schneefink) wrote in [community profile] hermitcraft2025-11-14 08:19 pm
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MCC Mash Up

This year I watched less MCC than in previous years, but I'm still a fan. I didn't post here about Hermits in MCC, but I posted some notes on my journal. I especially enjoyed MCC Copper Crown live at Twitchcon San Diego! Pink Parrots was an amazing PoV, such a great team.

This Saturday, tomorrow, is another MCC, MCC Mash Up, once again with several Hermits:
- Grian on the Red Rabbits, with Cambam, Jojosolos, and Michela Darkeyebrowss
- Rendog and Xisuma on the Lime Llamas, with Shane Firebreathman and MythicalSausage
- Cubfan135 on the Green Geckos, with Legundo, Philza, and Seapeekay
- Joel Smallishbeans on the Cyan Coyotes, with KatherineElizabeth, Jimmy Solidarity, and Oli Orionsound
- Scar on the Blue Bats with Aimsey, Ghostiefruit, and Martyn IntheLittleWood

This has some of my favorite games - most of them apart from Railroad Rush actually - so I'm sure it'll be a good time. And build challenges again!, those were fun last time. I probably won't be able to catch it live unfortunately (though at least that saves me the trouble of deciding which PoV to watch live, silver lining.)

Are you planning to watch/have you watched MCC this year? Any favorite events/teams/games?
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who-is-page ([personal profile] who_is_page) wrote2025-11-14 01:08 pm

You Can't Use Being An Asshole Online As A Replacement For Activism

The alterhuman community has been harping on individuals with police dog theriotypes for months now. Almost all of it has been "if you are a police dog therian, you're despicable and you need to stop!" and of similar nature, predictably, because historically therians love to swing at other therians at any given opportunity they can justify to themselves.

Someone finally had a good take on the subject and re-centered the topic on the ways in which police dogs and military animals are used to harm marginalized communities and individuals, and how people need to be considerate of not glorifying that even if that is their kintype. All-in-all, a good take that centered real-world actions and the ways they can affect others; not nebulous, internal emotions or identity. Which, unfortunately, many people took as the batsignal to unleash the flood of (paraphrased) 'if you have this kintype, you are automatically an evil, evil person!', completely circumventing the post's discussion points and circling right back to where all of the police dog discourse seemingly started.

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lb_lee ([personal profile] lb_lee) wrote2025-11-14 08:54 am

Dog Training

Biff (who loves dogs) has a thing about dog training. When you have a dog that you’re training, you want to make sure you don’t teach it the wrong things. Dogs don’t speak English; they have to guess what you want, based on how you respond, and their reasoning isn’t the same as a human’s. Sometimes, you end up teaching the dog the wrong things, and y’all end up in a mutually self-defeating cycle.

As with dogs, so with ourselves.

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Nova ([personal profile] nova_dergs) wrote in [community profile] otherkinnews2025-11-14 08:36 am

Happy November, the Draconity 2025 zine is here!

Draconity: Celebrating dragon Vol. 1.  A group of dragon friends sitting around a table together playing a ttrpg. Rani is the DM. Xylanth and Akumu are snickering as Daski launches a large foam dice at them from across the table. Beast is trying to sleep under the table. Ryuu is in their fae form acting as the mini for the boss fight on the map. Tanix is carefully reaching around the other dragons at the table to move a mini forward.

Draconity 2025 Zine is available for download!

This 66 page zine is a collection of pieces created by nonhumans and alterhumans about what draconity means to them. Both fiction and nonfiction pieces were accepted. Also, this zine imposed no set definition on what is or isn’t “dragon enough.” We're not a cop, and if someone feels the label fits them, then it does!

Thank you to everyone who submitted to this zine! This project is a labor of love created for free to give back to the alterhuman and nonhuman communities.

Alt text is included for all of the artwork entries.

Download for free on our itch.io!
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Stephanie ([personal profile] flareonfury) wrote in [site community profile] dw_community_promo2025-11-14 01:17 am

New Multi-Fandom Community: animatedfanfiction

[community profile] animatedfanfiction


Community Description: [community profile] animatedfanfiction is for any animated films/shows, such as cartoons or anime fanfiction. Any rating is accepted. Feel free to post your old or new works!

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Liondrakes ([personal profile] liondrakes) wrote2025-11-13 09:52 am
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Life Update: The Lion Looks Back

My oh my, it looks like the year is coming to a close soon. 2025 has been... rough, to say the least. I don't think I need to go into great detail about how royally fucked we are in the U.S. Federal agencies are starting to open up again, meaning the government shutdown is likely ending. On one hand, I'm glad that civilians with federal jobs will slowly but surely gain footing again after being denied over a month's worth of income. On the other hand, there's everything else. In exchange for empty promises, our government is now in the position of jeopardizing the healthcare of millions of Americans. Impressive timing, considering the millions of Americans they just jeopardized by butchering SNAP benefits. What a time to be alive, and in the most terrifying way at that!

Besides the current state of Amerikkkan politics, I'm still struggling to find a better job. As much as I hate where I am now, quitting with no safety net in place isn't an option for me. It's stressful trying to land a job in the local school system, or more ideally, the libraries in my area when nothing turns up in my favor. Granted, it's a competitive field. I get that. Regardless, I want something of my skill set to come my way and cut me the break I'm seeking. It's already frustrating to get rejected despite having the qualifications for these jobs. It's especially worrisome when my family's breathing down my neck, wondering why I'm still at my current job and not something that suits my field. It's almost as if older generations can't fathom that the job market isn't what it used to be when they were in their twenties. It's not "sitting on a degree and not using it" when the people you apply to throw you into the gutter without a second thought! But again, that's assuming they know anything about the job market as it stands.

My initial plan was to enter the workforce, gain some experience, and then pursue my masters degree. Yet, life likes to do what life does best: throw a wrench in people's plans. Worst of all, this isn't an ideal time to be a student in a humanities field (let alone multiple of them). Between the death of affirmative action, the implementation of generative AI in public and private institutions alike, and the Trump Administration downsizing the U.S. Department of Education, I couldn't be anymore intimidated by the prospect of furthering my education. 

When my grueling job search isn't weighing on me, I also have the pressure to get my driver's license on my head. It doesn't help that around the time I was supposed to get my permit, Covid-19 struck the world and hasn't left us since. Due to quarantine, all hopes of getting my permit were dashed. I've been trying to practice driving more, but keep getting swamped between work and letting my body recover after the fact. The most annoying part of it is how my folks have a habit of leveraging it over me. It's not that I don't want to drive. It's just hard to set aside the time to practice and go to the DMV, especially when they don't bother to help me. 

In lighter news, it's been a pretty good year as far as self-exploration goes. I learn something new every other day. If not, I simply am what I am. Sorting out the areas of my identity can be difficult, especially when I need to articulate for other people. Regardless, I've become more accustomed to simply being myself without checking behind myself for others' sake. There's things I still need to flesh out like muir medianhood. I’ve also decided to be a werecreature, though not in the way I was in the past. I’m becoming a werehorse, or rather, being a horse led to me being a werehorse. Basically, it’s a paratype. I’ve thought I was a werewolf years ago, and then I thought I was a werelion at some point. This is one of those experiences where it technically counts as a linktype, but it doesn’t feel like I’m linking or trying to reinforce anything. I’ve been a werecreature before so it’s not a new experience, just a different species tied to it. The only applicable factor is choice, which my prior experiences lacked. Who knows, maybe I’ll become a cheval-garou based on how much I related to the rougarou in South of Midnight.

There’s things I've started to question as well. The latter of which applies to two things: 1. questioning the possibility of being factfolk (with Aesop being the facttype) and 2. questioning an alterfictional tie to Merlin (I've been brushing up on Arthuriana readings). I'm leaning towards my questionings with Aesop since Merlin feels more like a spur-of-the-moment, "Wouldn't it be wild if I was (x)?" sort of thing. In contrast, what I can say about Aesop is this:

  • Aesop is like me / has my vibe.
  • Aesop is connected to me through other experiences (non-relative to alterhumanity).
  • I share traits with Aesop.
  • I cannot tell whether or not I am Aesop as he lived, though I do see myself as and feel immensely connected to the fictionalized accounts/depictions of Aesop.
  • Though I'm not sure what the exact framework of this is, I know it doesn't have a spiritual or metaphysical component. I don't have a past, parallel, or future life as Aesop. 
When one door closes (my most recent insights with equinehood), another one opens as it seems. I'm also happy with the projects I'm currently working on. I just wish I had more time to prioritize them. I'm nearly finished with my essay on being a transfictional person in the transspecies community, and I have the design portion of my zine covered. All it needs is the actual text. Aside from creative projects, I'm thinking of cooling down from convention attendance after next year's Centaurus Festival. That said, I won't go out quietly with my hiatus. Next month, The Centaurus Festival will open applications for panelists. I really want to host a panel before I sit out for a spell. Centaurus was the place where I got the courage to talk to and be around other alterhumans. It'd be a fun thing to do during my birth month, plus it'd be fitting for Br'er Lion (and possibly Aesop) himself to read from a collection of West African and African-American animal stories for all to hear!

I'm also proud to say that, at the rate things are going, my girlfriend and I are coming up on another awesome anniversary next January! That'll mark four years we've been together. It's wild remembering how close some of the biggest impacts in my life are. We started dating right after my first year of undergrad, and curiouser, it happened around the time I joined the alterhuman community after years of denial. It's so special to me, especially since we're long distance. I want to see if there's a way she can come down here with me, but with how busy our lives tend to be between work and family, we'll have to plan heavily for it. Even if we're not able to meet in-person yet, I feel very blessed to be with her nonetheless. She's everything under the sun to me. I couldn't ask for a greater partner than Nani. 

Amidst all the annoying shit I put up with, at least there's those small pleasures I have in between. Hopefully, things will turn around for the better before the year ends. If not, I hope 2026 will be kinder to me and those I care about. Here's to good health and good fortune.
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Desphiria ([personal profile] memory_of_lightwaves) wrote2025-11-13 12:25 am

Shapeshifting

I'm not a human but I'm stuck in a human body.
I'm supposed to feel normal but I never feel that way.
I feel like something else, something that people just can't understand.
Like a concept or something so abstract that I don't even know what I'm supposed to look like.

I'm weird, strange, incomprehensible, understandable yet still misunderstood.

I try to be everything at once. I try to be everything for everyone.
A laugh, a smile, a friend, a hug, a lover, an angel, a demon...
But I don't know if that's actually what I am.

I don't know what I am or what I'm supposed to be.
Not anymore anyway.

There are multiple forms in this body.
Some have names, some don't. Some have appearances, others don't.
I just know they're never the same.

We're merely concepts.

Being everything at once makes me feel like unseen, indiscernible, indescribable with words.
Hard to figure out with thoughts.

I don't know who I am anymore.

Shapeshifting can be freeing when you know what you are or how you look.
But a prison when you don't.

Then what do you do?

I try to make another form to replace the ones I don't understandable and the circle continues.
Round and round until there's some kind of image to pull from, some kind of thought to form with, some kind of shape to take...

But what if there isn't one?

Then I'm nothing.
Nothing but a shadow. A specter wandering the world trying to figure out what she is and where she belongs and...

Who am I really though?

I can be many things but being many things is hard to choose from because I can be all of them at once yet still be nothing at all.

I am a Shapeshifter.
At least, I think so.

I don't know anymore.

I am a shadow blending in with everything.

I don't have a name.
Will you give me one?
I'll gladly take it, even if it's been used already.

What am I?
What do I look like?

Can you give me a form?
I've tried to find my own and come up with nothing.
I've tried to find my own and come up with plenty.
Will you help me decide?

I am a shapeshifter.

Can you help me figure out what I am?

I am a shadow.
I am a ghost.
I am happiness.
I am sadness.
I am laughter.
I am friendship.
I'm a hug.
I'm pride...

I'm a shapeshifter…
I am a shadow.

I'm a concept.
I'm a thought.
I'm a lost memory, a broken promise.
I'm something abstract…

I am a shifter who lost her shape.
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lb_lee ([personal profile] lb_lee) wrote2025-11-12 06:48 pm

Spock in Manacles: the Rock Opera!

Rogan: While shelf-checking the nonfiction section of the sci-fi library (I had to stop; I kept getting distracted by things I wanted to read), I found a humble pamphlet, awkwardly typed, from 1985 with the innocuous title THE BECCON PLAYS. Curious, I flipped through it and discovered it includes "Spock in Manacles - The Rock Opera," by Kate Davies.

Of course, I had to open it up to investigate.

VOICEOVER.
Jim's gold-flecked orbs moved feverishly beneath their troubled lids. The cave was getting colder all the time.... It was nine hours since that ill-fated rockslide had fallen on Spock, fracturing one of his hard-muscled jade thighs, and shattering both their communicators... The ship would surely never find them here, int hisdesolate forest, and his friend would surely freeze to death in the meantime...
Poor Spock! Rivulets of remorse flowed from his hazel orbs as...


Some things never change!

(Yes I'm checking it out right now.)
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Liondrakes ([personal profile] liondrakes) wrote2025-11-12 12:03 pm
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Sword of Soulaan: Revised!

A while ago, I wrote up a character bio for my vaguesona (as an umamusume). Much of it was modeled after Durandal’s character bio since I questioned her for a brief period. Now that my relationship with this fictomere is more clear, I was able to set aside time and revise everything. Here’s what I’ve got:

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Name: Sword of Soulaan

Birthday: March XX 

Height: 171.5 cm

Weight: Perfect for pulling carriages

Nicknames: Sword (by most people), Prince Charming (jokingly), Your Grace (by Durandal; Sword begrudgingly accepts it)

Strengths: Encouragement, writing in cursive, analysis of old literature

Weaknesses:  Lonely travels, loud voices

Ears: They perk up at the sound of fanfare.

Tail: It stands idle behind him, as stiff as a blade but allegedly feels as soft as velvet.

Family: Fans are surprised to find he’s related to some rather cold-blooded Umamusume, but he’s proud of this fact if anything.

My Rule: “Be the hero of your own story, no matter how tough it gets!”

Phone Background: A collage of quotes and artwork from his favorite stories, mostly from the literary Romance and Gothic movements.

Before A Race: In true gentlemanly fashion, he shakes hands with his opponents.

Best Subject(s): Anything within the humanities. Literature, history, and Umapology (anthropology) are his favorites!

Secret Pride: Next to Rob Roy, he’s everyone’s go-to for a book recommendation!

Frequent Purchase(s): Books, fountain pens, locally made art and craftwork (to send home to his sisters)

Secret(s):
  • His “princely”, fairy tale image makes him popular with young fans, humans and Umamusume alike.
  • His voice is often complimented. He’s considered volunteering as a storytime reader because of it.
  • He loves role-playing games, but he’s very particular about open-world environments.

“My dream is to touch the hearts of the world with my racing! Crown or Tiara, turf or dirt, win or lose— As long as each step carries me, I will carry my rivals’ dreams with me and ensure their happily ever after!”

Biography:
As if coming from the page of a storybook, there’s none more noble nor fanciful than Sword of Soulaan! This uma wears his cultural pride on his chest, telling the tales of his people with every step. 

Inspired by Japanese Tiara competitors, both in and outside of Triple Tiara races, this strangely regal exchange student prides himself on being “The Gentleman Tiara”. Having experienced the kind of sisterhood that being a Tiara brings, while exploring his own path later in life, he sets to be an esteemed rival who takes the dreams of Crown and Tiara competitors alike and catapults them further. 

Seeing that his home only has a national Triple Crown and no national Triple Tiara to support, Sword of Soulaan fixed his gaze beyond the horizons of America. Guided by newfound purpose, The Gentleman Tiara has arrived to Tracen with the hope of seeing his quest through!

(Hypothetical) Friendships: Durandal, Zenno Rob Roy, Kawakami Princess

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I’m liking it so far! Following in the tradition of Uma Musume, certain parts of my vaguesona's bio includes details that are based on information from this world. For example, the detail about Sword having "cold-blooded" family members is in reference to the fact that I'm a draft horse! Depending on the breed, draft/draught horses are often called "Coldbloods" to distinguish them from other horses.

Other parts focus on Tiara Umamusume and the Triple Tiara. A little bit of this references my transmasculinity, but the core reason for mentioning Tiaras is based on my interests as a fan of Uma Musume. I became interested in researching the racehorses’ careers because of one specific character: Gentildonna. Easily my favorite of Uma Musume’s cast, the theriform Gentildonna is an impressive racehorse whose history in the industry left me on the verge of tears when I discovered her page on Northern Farm’s website (the farm where she currently retires). After roughly translating her page, learning more about her come-up as a racehorse, and also watching some of her races on YouTube, my enjoyment of this character increased tenfold. I began to catch little glimpses of her theriform counterpart’s life in the game. From her family tradition of climbing Mount Fuji by age seven (a reference to theriform Gentildonna’s skills in slope training at a young age) to her often being by herself until she’s roped into things by other Umamusume (a reference to Gentil’s habit of not socializing with other fillies or mares and standing off independently in pastures, a trait she shares with her mother Donna Blini and her sister Donau Blue), it made learning as much as I could about these horses my top priority.

As far as fiction goes, the stories of Tiara Umamusume captivated me the most. Main Story, Volume 2 focuses on many of them, particularly from the perspective of Rhein Kraft who deeply admires her Tiara contemporaries and the Triple Tiara even more so. Throughout this section of the Main Story, it’s evident that Crown Umamusume (or at least those who pursue the Triple Crown) garner more attention and support than those who pursue the Triple Tiara. This circumstance highlights the industry’s negligence of fillies in horse racing, despite there being no shortage of racing champions who happen to be female horses. Yes, horse misogyny is a thing. I’m disappointed but never surprised. The societies we live in are weird when it comes to a lot of things, especially in context to sex and gender. It’s always a shame to see it projected against nonhuman animals; after all, their coexistence alongside humankind and the social concepts it’s created have nothing to do with them. Yet, even they are affected by it. I can understand why other Global fans are skeptical over how this history can be adapted, given the unisex trait that Umamusume have as a species. Even so, I’m glad that the writers for the game decided to explore it anyway. I wouldn’t be the fan that I am without it.

In a way, it’s kind of sad. Regarding Global fans, the same people who act out over transmasculine headcanons and claim they “erase” representation do little with Tiara Umamusume— let alone take the time to learn about the incredible fillies and mares whose legacies deserve just as much attention as racehorses like Symboli Rudolf, Gold Ship, Agnes Tachyon, etc. It doesn’t help that misinformation circulates so easily either. I’m not above admitting that I initially believed the whole “Gold Ship was too afraid to breed with Gentildonna!” thing, but I went on to learn more about the horse as she was when she raced and became more fond of her character as a result. That’s something I wish more folks would do instead. I love engaging in the fictional aspect of Umamusume like any other fan, but engaging in the nonfictional aspect of it makes the experience even better in my opinion. We wouldn’t have any of it without the horses themselves, so why not look into those legacies? If not out of interest, then at least out of respect as fans. 

Because of what I’ve learned, and what I continue to learn, I’ve grown rather biased towards Tiara Umamusume. I consider myself one by proxy. In theory, I would present as a Crown Umamusume since I’m transmasculine (I associate myself with stallions and refer to myself as such when talking about my equinehood). One could say I pulled a T.M. Opera O (one of the character’s secrets being a change of positioning for his ear ornaments, which contextually references their theriform counterpart’s gender). However, I identify more with the social and cultural standing of Tiara Umamusume since I spent much of my life living it. I feel in community with them, so to speak. If not that, I’d just be a huge fan of the Japanese Triple Tiara as a character. Either works for me. All things considered, this is a pretty layered vaguetype.

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mackerelgray ([personal profile] mackerelgray) wrote2025-11-10 09:26 pm

The Amnesia Thing, In Creative Nonfiction

Written by Jude Rook-Machina on November 10th, 2025.

I’ve been having a really bad week while trying to write an essay about my experiences with amnesia in-system, specifically amnesia across gateway world barriers, so it’s not getting written right now - which sucks because the essay’s got some really interesting stuff I want to articulate!

But I already wrote this part, the creative writing, and honestly some of the nuance gets lost when I’m explaining what’s going on mechanically instead of showing the experience in more of a raw take, so maybe this isn’t a problem after all.

This essay is really putting the creative in creative nonfiction, because I’m transcribing internal conversations and visits we’ve had back home into prose, and I really get to play around with the medium when I’m writing something out like a scene! It’s a different sort of writing than we usually share, but it’s honestly way more fun to do, I like the challenge of trying to put the mental sensory impressions into text! It’s easier than usual when we’re not trying to flesh out the details I forget, and it’s interesting to put into words.


are you real

November 3rd, 2025

Example of an internal call with someone outside the system while I’m in-system; neither of us get to remember much about what our visitor is doing out-system, even if they usually get more than I do, which feels really disorienting when you’re having anxious doubt spirals about whether your friend is real. (The real answer is “stop worrying about the existential answer and focus on the person who’s talking to you,” apparently.)

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a walk in the park

November 4th, 2025

Example of how it feels for me to be outside the system while still tethered to it – basically, our brain seems to only have so much rendering power, which means I go back home and wind up having dissociative episodes where I’m losing memories, chunks of time, and the ability to comprehend a lot of words and people and places. I have an anxiety spiral about some of it near the end, but honestly, most of this is nice! My loved ones know I have this problem sometimes, they do their best to accommodate me, and having memory problems doesn’t mean my life is plain miserable.

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leo9ish ([personal profile] leo9ish) wrote2025-11-09 10:23 pm

Minor life update, and impromptu pontificating about the alterhuman label

It's officially been a month since I last posted, sooo here's the life update:

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Speaking of getting pinged, in lighter news: A certain [personal profile] mackerelgray signal boosted the #human alterhumanity tag, a tag we threw on one of our Tumblr posts on a whim and somehow got picked up by others? And now their post has 100+ notes?? And there was an influx of essays in the tag relating to peoples' human identities???!?

I regret that I haven't had more to add to the topic of human alterhumanity, and that I'm not very active and sociable in general. But it does mean so, so much to me to see the reception to the tag. I'm not under any illusion that I'll have any grand lasting legacy in alterhuman communities--and that's fine, because no one needs to have one, and I'm an uncharismatic lurker who would probably panic and run away if I got too many followers anywhere LMAO. But if I can do anything to promote or inspire discussion on humanity, even if only on small pockets of the Internet, that's more than I could possibly hope for.

Impromptu ranting )

...That's a bit overly sappy, but fuck it I'll stand by it

kthxbai 🫶