This post contains links to all of my memories from my Empress Rey kin timeline. Since the #memories tag doesn't always show my memories in search, I will link them all here in this post so you can always find them. I will do my best to list them in the order in which they occurred, so by age. This post will constantly be updated to include the new memories I post (there are hundreds total). Thanks for reading and enjoy!
Shoutout to all the alterhumans who aren’t white. To all the alterhumans who are disabled. To all the neurodivergent alterhumans. To all the queer alterhumans. To all the alterhumans who aren’t schoolkids. To all the alterhumans who don’t speak English. To all the alterhumans who come from somewhere other than the US. To all the alterhumans who aren’t sure what they are yet. To all the alterhumans who aren’t out to their families and/or friends. To all the alterhumans who don’t fit in with the TikTok stereotype of what an alterhuman is “supposed” to be like.
every time I see someone who's like "im too old to be fictionfolk why haven't I aged out of this yet it's been years... it's for kids......." im like. this is why I need to be fictional even louder
im 27 ive identified as fictional since I was around 15 !!! and it hasn't died off. in fact it interacts with my life in so many ways as an adult!!!!! i hate calling myself "older fictionfolk" but when people younger than me talk about aging out of their personal identity im like. no you don't have to!!!!!!!!!!!!! you can be you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i need to get louder and even more fictional. you can be a grown ass adult and fictionfolk it's awesome narancia jojo with 3 college degrees
An upcoming anniversary in the otherkin community: On July 9, 2012, the word “otherkin” will have been coined 22 years ago. It was coined in the Elfinkind Digest, a mailing list which is active to this day. On that date in 1990, one participant, Torin, used the word “otherkin” as a variation on the earlier word “otherkind.” Both phrases were casually improvised as an abbreviated way of referring to people who identify as other kinds of creatures.
(Source: Elfinkind Digest #71. The archive of this document is still extant, and I have read it. Thanks to the mailing list moderator R’ykandar Korra’ti for making this primary source available to me while I was researching our community’s history book, the Otherkin Timeline. Thanks to Torin for permission to share this information.)
Right now, the word “otherkin” is nearly 22 years old. That means that any otherkin who are currently in their teens weren’t even born until after the word had been coined. There are lots of otherkin who have considered themselves to be otherkin, of a kind, even years before the word had been coined. Detractors sometimes claim that otherkin is merely a passing fad popular among youth, but this is evidently not the case.
Any thoughts on the significance of this passage of time? Where were you at, as an otherkin, 22 years ago? Anybody want to make plans for the 9th, to set it aside as a day for thinking about otherkin things? Maybe a party for reminiscing, maybe even with costumes and artistic “glamour-bombs”?
This year, the word “otherkin” recently turned 32 years old on July 9, 2022.
The top post in this thread from 2012 is where I first proposed observing it as Otherkin Day, unless if anyone can find earlier references to that. The original post is gone, so I was grateful to find this particular post had been archived on someone else’s blog.
And so did the word otherkind, being otherkin’s elder sibling by a a few months.
I’ve now got a page on my website titled A Brief(ish) History of the Word “Otherkind” based on my reading of the contemporary Elfinkind Digest, which talks a bit about the coining, trends in usage, whether it included elves at first, and whether it included animal folk (today’s therians).
Just realized how cool being an alterhuman sounds at face value
Yeah there's just folks who appear human and come from families of humans but aren't human themselves. A character from a show could pass you on the street and you wouldn't even know it. Your local librarian could literally be a water snake. Your classmate could be a divine being and you would still know them like any other person there.
We are literally the wild, unfathomable, inorganic, mechanical and the forces of nature among men and that's so awesome to think about
Simon Kinberg's Star Wars Trilogy Could Still Bring Back Ben Solo
Star Wars needs The Hunt for Ben Solo now more than ever.
Episode X alone won't be the sole solution to Star Wars' problem, though. The franchise also needs to bring back its most beloved and recognizable characters to get viewers to show up to the theater. Putting Rey in a new trilogy with a bunch of new and unestablished characters wouldn't be a recipe for success, it would be a major gamble. Setting Rey on a quest to find Ben Solo, arguably the most popular character in the sequel trilogy that she had the most chemistry with, would be a much safer bet.
Simon Kinberg is reportedly leading the effort to make a new Star Wars trilogy that has been widely speculated to be Episodes X, XI, and XII continuing Rey Skywalker's story. That new trilogy would be the perfect opportunity to bring Ben Solo back. The franchise already needs to have Rey rebuild the Jedi Order and start to shape the galaxy in the wake of the First Order and New Republic's destruction. She'll need all the help she can get, and Episode X could easily include Ben Solo in the list of her allies.
Episode X of Simon Kinberg's trilogy could reuse some of the story beats of The Hunt for Ben Solo to accomplish that. The first act of the movie could be a condensed version of The Hunt for Ben Solo with Rey searching for him and recruiting him to help her rebuild the Jedi Order and the galaxy. That would make for a very important and must-see Star Wars movie, which is exactly what the franchise needs after The Mandalorian and Grogu.
what other timelines do you have? are they also about being rey?
I have 3 other Rey timelines, each one unique, but my Empress Rey timeline is the strongest. I have a Light timeline as a Jedi that is pretty canon-compliant with the sequels but my Ben survived and we rebuilt the Jedi Order together. In another, Kylo turned me to the Dark Side and I became Empress. And in the fourth, I was raised by the First Order from a baby and was absolutely feral. Rose was my partner and we were both taken out by a Holdo maneuver.
I am also a Yennefer, a Zelda, Sinbad, Ciel Phantomhive, Prince Soma Kadar, Carmen Sandiego, Brea, Daenerys, Arya, and Korra, to name a few.
I was 15 and I had just gotten out of the hospital, one week after the sexual assault. As I entered the throne room, a very different sight met my eyes. The four men who had assaulted me were lined up on the left side of the room on their knees, with their hands cuffed behind their backs. The Praetorian guards stood close by them. Snoke was sitting on his throne. I stopped dead in my tracks as I stared at the men, the terrible memories from a week ago still fresh in my mind. My breath caught in my chest and it was suddenly difficult to breathe.
“What is this? Why are they here?”
I couldn’t stand to look at their faces, the event coming back to me in vivid detail.
“Ahh, my young apprentice. Good to have you back.”
Snoke seemed extremely pleased with himself. My heart was racing, wondering what was coming.
“There was a meeting to decide the fate of these fine gentlemen. We could simply have them executed. But I thought you might want a bit more...involvement.”
It wasn’t the first time Snoke suggested I kill someone, but it was the first time I seriously considered it. My anger was bubbling just beneath the surface, moments away from erupting.
“Wait!” said the man second in the line. “There’s something you should know.”
“Shut up!” I snapped at the officer. “You have no right to speak.” There was pure hatred in my gaze.
“It was Snoke! He put us up to it!” chimed in the third man.
My eyes narrowed. I turned to my right to look at Snoke.
“They’ll say anything to save their own skins,” he said. I turned back to the men.
“You’re despicable, and I hope you rot.”
Snoke had me summon all of my anger, sadness and hatred, pushing me further and further to the edge.
I ignited my training saber and approached the first man. I was practically shaking with rage. I looked straight into his eyes. They pleaded with me, but I didn’t care. He had shown no mercy or regard for me as he had forced himself upon me along with his fellows. He was nothing.
I raised my saber with both hands, took a deep breath, and stepped forward, slashing him from his left shoulder down to his waist. His face contorted in pain as he screamed and he fell to the floor.
I slashed at his face and body several more times even though he was already dead. The other three officers looked on in horror. I turned to them as I spun my saber upward with my wrist and gave them a look as if to say ’You’re next’.
“Good! Well done!”
I had never heard Snoke so pleased. So this is what it took to make him happy? I understood now...he wanted me to be ruthless, brutal, and without mercy, and in this moment, I was all of those things. Something had changed in me. A side of me had been unleashed I didn’t even know I had, fueled by my justice-oriented heart, and a sudden lust for vengeance. It exhilarated me, almost as much as it terrified me. The combination of emotions I was feeling was so raw, potent, and intense, I felt that I could have channeled that energy into anything. I finally understood what Snoke had been talking about with regard to turning negative emotions into power. In this moment, I was capable of anything and everything...I felt it, Snoke felt it, these men felt it. I could literally feel the power coursing through my veins, and it was intoxicating...
When it was over, I collapsed to my knees and broke down. I had dealt my justice, gotten my revenge...and yet, the satisfaction it brought was minimal. It felt hollow, empty. I had the nagging feeling that I had been used yet again, for some sick exercise. I couldn’t get the men’s accusation out of my mind, that Snoke had put them up to committing their crime. I didn’t want to believe them, but the more I thought about it, the more sense it made. Why would these officers try something this risky? They must have known there would be consequences...unless of course, they had been told otherwise...
Once my tears had subsided, I sat there on my knees trying to catch my breath.
“Did you put them up to it?” I asked in a small, hollow voice.
Snoke tilted his head sideways and gave a condescending smile, the kind of look a parent gives a child who’s being irrational.
“Cowards will say anything in their dying moments-“ I stood up fast.
“DID YOU PUT THEM UP TO IT - GIVE ME A STRAIGHT ANSWER!”
I ignited my saber again, staring directly into Snoke’s eyes, breathing heavily. It was the first time I had ever raised my voice to my master. A lethal cocktail of emotions and adrenaline was still coursing through me, and I was not coming down from it anytime soon.
Snoke looked shocked at first, then delighted. He started to laugh, which only enraged me more.
“Ohhh, you have come so far in such a short period of time. Don’t you see? You have turned this unfortunate experience into a pathway to unlimited power.”
I started pacing, half listening to what he was saying, half losing patience over him continuing to evade my question. He never did answer and I was left drained and hollow. I eventually returned to my quarters in an unstable state. I went into the refresher and threw cold water onto my tear-stained face. I glanced into the mirror above the sink and I didn’t recognize myself at all...
I figured out in later years that Snoke’s reasoning behind encouraging the four officers to commit their crime was to provide me ‘motivation’ for killing. Prior to this incident, I was uncomfortable with killing, especially for no reason. Mindless killing or killing of innocents was where I drew the line, and Snoke had been hellbent on erasing that line. He realized that I had a justice-oriented mindset and that I would only kill if it was to deal out justice. Hence his scheme. He felt that once I had had a taste of killing, that it would become easier for me to do it again, potentially for a lesser reason. Unfortunately, he was right. I killed more easily after that first time, and once deeper into my training, I started to feel nothing at all when I killed. It was exactly what he had wanted.
After Ben had finally turned me to the Light, which had been a very gradual process over the 2 years spent on Exegol, we were sitting on the edge of the bed in my quarters, our faces close.
