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( Jun. 2nd, 2024 12:50 pm)

Welcome all! I'm Sol-El (he/xe/sun/starself). I’m an adult alterhuman of color, and I also experience median plurality. Here, I post various writings pertaining to muir alterhumanity. My works will be tagged as follows: journaling, essays, poetry, and creative writing.

I'm a fictional shapeshifter. Despite being born on this planet, I belong elsewhere—  just not within this known universe as one might assume. I belong in the world(s) introduced through fiction. Although I experience a connection with the cosmos, my connection with fictional worlds and their lore is much greater. From being a living genre (fantasy) to existing on a different dimensional wavelength than orthohumans, I've come to embody fiction in every aspect of my life.

As the basis of my identity, fiction influences my shapeshifting. I am an extraterrestrial capable of being all sorts of fictional people, species, objects, etc. Oftentimes, I am: The Winged Lion, Kerberos, Elios the Sun Dragon, Sayo Yasuda, Hikaru Shidou / Lexus (Rayearth) (canon-divergent), and Sol-El / "Superman" (canon-divergent).


My experiences extend outside of fictionhood as well. For example: I usually take the form of a draft horse or a centaur. If you want to learn more about my alterhumanity, you can read all about it on my kinlist!

Wei hope you enjoy your time here. Happy reading!


It happened to Warren. It happened to Jay. Eventually, it'd happen to me too.

Although it's not as common as mutant nations falling or the many deaths and rebirths of Jean Grey, I've noticed that a recurring event among winged mutants: the loss of our wings. On Earth-616, Warren lost his wings as a result of M-Day. On that same Earth, Jay's wings were severed from his back. After Stryker manipulated him into being mutilated, Jay was left to die on the doorsteps of the X-Mansion. There's also other cases like on Earth-8090. That Warren injured his wings in a pre-meditated MRD attack ordered by his own father; while in intensive care, his father made the decision to remove his son's wings. On Earth-3316 (my earth as The Beyonder), Warren was unable to regain his wings after M-Day and developed aerial prosthetics for himself. Somehow, some way, our wings are stripped from us.

I lost my wings in a very different way. I was born without wings in this world. While in this community, I learned of my mutanthood. My mutanthood came with a life— a life I experienced simultaneously with this one— which involved me being Miracle, a median collective of winged mutants and X-Men who aren't present in any of Marvel's media but exist nonetheless. Miracle was muir codename, and muir personal (collective) name was The Chorus. My mutanthood is largely informed by this experience. The abilities I had as Miracle, education I received as a student, missions I participated in, etc. Earlier this year, things took a turn. The Chorus and I began to separate. I started feeling my wings less and less. I stopped feeling like a mutant entirely. With that, I stopped receiving insight on Miracle's life and whereabouts. I've tried muir usual contact with Miracle's facets, but it came to no avail. Last I remember, Miracle was still living on Krakoa, putting out dissertations on the exploitation of Omega-level mutants. Sounds about right for me, or who I used to be at least. I don't think Miracle is dead. I hope Miracle isn't dead. I don't know how or why I lost ties to this parallel life, but having lost those ties brought me a lot of grief.

I'm still navigating the trauma of M-Day and the loss of many, many friends. Even though I lost my connection with The Chorus, that trauma lingers. Part of me thought it could've been a sign that I was still Miracle. However, I know that I'm not the same mutant as I'm writing this. Miracle’s skin, hair and facial features often appeared stone-like. I used to appear the same way in my phantom (mutant) shifts, almost statuesque in nature. Now, these shifts appear very human-like with very little differences from my usual appearance. The only notable exceptions are the changes in my eyes and wings. As Miracle, my feathers were also stone-like; whenever I deactivated this armored appearance, my feathers were a dark, gray-ish shade. Muir eyes were white and pupil-less. My new feathers have a golden gradient, containing shades of cream and brown. My new eyes aren't like Miracle's either. Rather, they alternate between my usual dark-brown color and a bright, somewhat activated appearance. When they glow, they are warm and full of light like the sun, emitting a soft, yellow hue. So far, the only mutations I know of are my wings. I can't let go of what I knew and felt as Miracle, but it couldn't be more clear that I am my own mutant now. 

This past week, I felt my wings for the first time in months. These wings different from my other wing shifts. As a bird, my wing shifts align on my arms, not my back. As other winged creatures, my shifts align along my back but each have their own distinct appearances from each other. This set of wings was new. This feeling was similar to whenever I'd have a mutant shift before, except my appearance didn't match Miracle's. Truth be told, I used to be annoyed by my wing shifts since it took a while for them to phase through things. They took up a bunch of space and made sleeping awkward. Even so, I didn't realize how much I missed feeling them after these past few days.

Just as we're set to lose them, winged mutants eventually regain their wings at a later point. Jay worked with Josh to help heal his wings. When he died, he was resurrected by the Five and was seen flying again. 616!Warren regained his wings after the spread of some virus I forgot the name of. This also happened on Miracle's Earth, although Miracle wasn't from Earth-616 specifically. 8096!Warren remained as Archangel, so his wing recovery was more bittersweet than anything. As I mentioned earlier, 3316!Warren never physically regenerated his wings. Instead, he poured his resources into creating his own prosthetics. At the time of Krakoa's founding, he was offered to be healed by Xavier and the Five. He turned down the offer, now accustomed to his prosthetic wings. Miracle never lost their wings. Instead, we lost each other. I tried to find my way back to that collective, but it's been to no avail. In the meantime, I've been trying to figure out what kind of mutant I am without them. 

I'm still trying to make sense of this Beyonder fictomere I have. I know some time ago, a facet of mine walked-in and happened to be The Beyonder. However, we were nothing alike. He seemed to be a counterpart of Earth-616's Kosmos. Although he too diverged from Marvel's canon, he could point me in the direction of a continuity and give me an idea of who he was at least. Unlike this walk-in Beyonder, I have no canon counterpart as The Beyonder. Similar to Miracle, I am "non-canonical". Since I felt a distinct lived experience within the Marvel Universe, I decided to create my own canon around this fictomere and incorporated a few elements from my life as Miracle in it as well. That said, this exists separately from my experience as a winged mutant. These fictomeres share the same source (Marvel Comics), similar heritage (both involve being mutants, albeit partially in one case), and similar histories (New X-Men/Academy X) but ultimately have no ties to each other. Being The Beyonder is an act of autonomy, providing a place of belonging for an experience that exists outside of Marvel's purview. Being a winged human is a remnant of what once was. Without my parallel life, I'm simply a mutant with wings. I'm not even the same kind of winged mutant I was as Miracle. When phantom-shifted, I look nothing like Miracle. I have no idea what other mutations this specific fictomere has, but I can say that having been Miracle and a part of The Chorus informed this experience greatly. Some of what I experienced as Miracle will never leave me, even though the general being of Miracle did. Despite the differences between my mutant fictomeres, living as Miracle became foundational to both of them.

It took me a while to find it, but I recall the term anteatype. I think it describes my relationship to Miracle perfectly: a type that was very important to you, or that you identified as for a long time, but no longer identify as. Kardiatype also describes this relationship well: a past life in which your experiences had such a lasting impact on you that they wholly or partially formed core parts of your identity and/or personality in your current life but you no longer identify as who you were in your past life. That said, my experience was a parallel life. It wasn't a past life. If I'm not mistaken, I think Daski and Ryuu expressed that parallel lives and future lives could become kardiatypes in their presentation on the subject. Either way, this isn't who I am anymore. Yet, I wouldn't be the mutant I am without having been Miracle.

Miracle's status is still a mystery to me. Above all else, I hope they're living a happy, fulfilling life on Krakoa. It's been hard, reconciling with the fact that I'm no longer Miracle nor a member of their collective. While this particular journey carried a lot of pain, I'm not sure who I'd be or if I'd even learn that I'm a mutant without it. Through Miracle, I discovered my mutanthood. When I lost my connection to The Chorus, and by extension Miracle, I lost my wings. When I felt my first mutant shift— the first one without being Miracle or The Beyonder—after this loss, I slowly regained my wings. I am not complete, but I am not broken either. I'm just trying to make sense of who I am. Every fledgling needs to learn how to fly some day. I guess now's my time.
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I've been wanting to be more active on Dreamwidth, but I haven't had the time as of lately. Thankfully, I'm off today. 

There's new developments in my life that I've been meaning to touch on.

Projects & Plans
  • Ungovernable! Meta-tations on Fictionhood
    • At long last, I've reached the final draft of my fictionkin zine! I'm excited to re-read and revise its content. I've participated in a few zines, but this is my first time making one of my own.
    • The zine will be free! A printable version of it will be provided as well.
    • I think I'm going to publish it through Heyzine. Originally, I wanted to post the zine on itch.io but I'm not as confident about that platform anymore. Although I still support zines and other works on itch.io, the platform itself isn't trustworthy especially with its censorship in mind.
  • Future Zine Ideas
    •  "Sayo is Super(man): Gender & Fictionkinity," another fictionkin zine. I want to focus on the ways in which my gender identity contrasts with that of my fictotypes and how my transness, especially my rejection of gender binaries, influences my fictionhood.
    • "Another World", another alterfictional zine. Rather than focus on fictionkinity, I want to focus on neural narrative visitations and travels I've made through fiction. Some accounts will focus on recent travels (like The Ghost in the Shell and The Twelve Kingdoms). Some accounts will focus on travels I took when I was a kid but didn't quite realize were interdimensional travels.
    • 18+/NSFW: "Bit & Bulldagger," a ponyplay zine. If I come around to making this zine, I want to focus on the connection between my nonhumanity (as a draft horse) and my experiences as a newbie pony. I'd also like to discuss my explorations into kink as a black, acespec lesbian. An intersectional read for sure!
Keep in mind, these aren't guaranteed projects I have in the works. These are zine pitches I want to consider in the future. For now, they're staying on the drawing board. 
  • Essays in Progress
    • The Art of Making Something Out of Nothing: Verza Linking and Self-Made Lore: This essay adds onto a tumblr post I made about my verza linktype and the lore I've created around it. Not only are some of the details revised, there's new lore I've been wanting to write about. Shedding light on otherlinking and imagithropy is an added bonus. I started this essay a couple of months ago, but I keep forgetting to finish it. I'll likely publish it on Tumblr first, then cross-post it here.
    • Chasing A Tiara Worn By All: Tiara Umamusume, Gender And Me: This is an essay I started last year but lost the momentum to continue. I want to complete it, though. Gender as a topic of alterhumanity interests me a lot. My umamusume vaguetype influenced not only my nonhumanity but my perspective on gender as a horse. I want this to be both a love letter to the stories of racemares and myself as I navigate my gender identity. There's one downside: I'm aware that some folks are against Umamusume because of its roots with horse racing. While they hold a right to their opinions, I'm not compromising my identity for the sake of others' comforts.
      • My reasoning? I've sat through an entire media storm of people woobifying slave owners like George Washington and Thomas Jefferson simply bc a.) they were played by black men and b.) "Lin-Manuel Miranda rap good!". The same can be said about Our Flag Means Death, concerning the depiction and woobification of one Stede Bonnet. I hardly saw Tumblr up in arms then. While those men are dead, I can list several examples of slavery as an industry not being dead at all in our world. Despite my gripes with both works of fiction, I'd never judge someone who has them as fictomeres. It becomes a very complicated subject when personal identity is involved, but that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t acknowledge it. That's to say: I think some alterhumans will survive seeing anime horse girls and people with alterfictional ties to them in their communities.
      • If the anxiety eats away at me, I’ll just post it on Dreamwidth and upload it on my website without another word.
  • Scrapping Old Essays / Writing
    • Soon, I want to go through previous writings and delete some of them.
    • On one hand, there's still a bit of nostalgia in those writings. I had so much more to say and discover. On the other hand, I've changed a lot over the course of four years. I don't feel like those writings represent me. Not anymore, at least. I'm indifferent to purging my work. It may be a loss, but it lightens my load.
Personal Updates
  • Plurality
    • The Net (it/they) is becoming adjusted in our shared headspace. How they choose to communicate with me is interesting. Since it doesn't speak verbally, it communicates from a digital interface and types out its comments or insights. At first, I couldn't parse what it was saying at all because it communicated through binary. Trying to remember the placement of each 0 and 1 and translate their speech wasn't working out, so they switched to an English language server (as they called it). So far, it's worked for the both of us.
    • My theory of the Net being a living organism was partially correct. It is a living organism, but it's more of a sapient environment than an animal. Very cool.
  • Daemonism
    • Olumide is back and with a settled form!
    • Hi~! A while ago, a couple of you may recognize me as that shiny little snake who'd chat sometimes in OtherConnect. I was also named Maxwell for a bit. I've been it all: a sunbeam snake, a horned viper, an emperor scorpion and a bird of paradise. All of 'em were very fun! I also took a bit of break, but before you know it, BAM! I wake up, and I see I'm a jackrabbit! Well... at least for a little while. After some more exploring, I found my actual settled form: a honey badger!
    • You might be thinkin', "Mimi, how the hell did you go from snakes and scorpions to a badger?!" Simple. I'll mellowed out a little. I'm still as sharp-tongued as ever, but I noticed my friend here has been maturin’ lately so I figured it was high-time I buckle up and do the same time. This form may lack some bells and whistles, but it feels real good!
  • Fictionkinity
    • I've started to omit some of my parallel lives from my kinlist. I am relieved, but I also grieve what once was. It's not that I was never any of these people, far from it. It's that I feel like our lives have grown so distant from each other that saying we're the same person no longer feels applicable. Sometimes, I see imagery from their sources and think: "That was me once." Granted, none of my current parallel lives are dead where they are. They're simply out of my orbit, drifting farther and farther away from the person I am in this world.
      • Not all parallel lives will be omitted. There's still a couple of parallel lives that are intertwined with me, thus we are wholly the same person. My parallel life as a gold dragon, and me being a gold dragon by extension, remains a part of my draconity. That said, it is no longer the core part of my draconity. I'd argue being a sun dragon (i.e. my Elios fictotype) has taken its place in that regard.
    • My parallel life as an X-Man is the worst loss from the previous bulletpoint. I am a mutant. I don't want to stop being a mutant, despite the strife it's given me and my headmates in said life. Furthermore, I'm not only losing my identity in this detachment. I may stand to lose my friends— the Chorus, a subsystem from said life— as they've been quiet for some months now, despite trying to facilitate communication. I don't think there's a high chance of them coming back, especially when they are tied to Miracle's headspace and not mine. I had a creeping feeling that this was one of the lives I've been distanced from. I was in denial about it, and I really wish I wasn't at the time. It's gone now. They're gone now. I hardly know what to do with myself knowing this.
      • This is the first time I've created a copinglink specifically for alterhuman coping. One of my past gateway visitors was another version of me from the Marvel Universe: a beyonder. He wasn't half-mutant and/or half-inhuman like some versions of The Beyonder, but he wasn't The Beyonder of Earth-616 either. He just happened to be a member of the Beyonder civilization. This past interaction gave me an idea (and another example for why imagithropy comes in handy).
      • To cope with the loss of this specific parallel life, I decided to link a canon-divergent version of The Beyonder. This Beyonder would be half-mutant and half-beyonder. My origins would start with a rogue beyonder looking to lay low from his overseeing superiors, befriending a neighboring (mutant) woman and later starting a family with her before his true identity is discovered. Their child (me/my linktype) would then grow up assuming he is only a mutant, but as he receives his education from Xavier's, he soon learns he is more. He is a mutant and a beyonder, but not just any beyonder. THE Beyonder. (Cheesy, I know but Marvel wouldn't be Marvel without its cheese.)
    • Absolute Superman, Hikaru Shidou and Rayearth are all fictotypes I've sat on questioning for over a year. It took establishing my own canons and doing some personal psychology for me to accept this. I feel a lot like how I felt when I kinfirmed Elios: "Why didn't I do this sooner?" My answer? I am my own biggest critic.
  • Nonhumanity
    • Local equine, who spends most of his time being a big ass horse, learns he is also a big ass. More news at 9.

Currently Reading / Watching

For my next off day, I plan on starting Ghost in the Shell 1.5: Human-Error Processor. As far as I know, this volume is mostly focused on Batou and Togusa so it'll be a nice change of pace. 

FOMO is also one hell of a motivator. I saw the 50th Anniversary PV for Mobile Suit Gundam. Very beautiful, dare I say a love letter to fandom and alterfictionality alike but hey, that's just me. It finally convinced me to get off my ass and start my first anime in the series. I was tempted to start with Witch from Mercury, but I decided to start with Turn A Gundam instead. I remembered a domestic scene I saw online where Loran uses the suit to wash clothes for someone, and I thought it was really cute. If I remember correctly, I left off on Episode 11. I really like it so far! Laura's Cow is such a good episode. I may be early into the show, but it still sticks with me.

I also look forward to the anime adaptations for The Ghost in the Shell and A Witch’s Life in Mongol coming this summer! I’m slightly less anticipating the remake for Magic Knight Rayearth, only because I know Nova won’t be in it. Much like the adaptation for TGITS, I suspect the MKR remake anime is going to be a direct adaptation of the manga.

That's all for now. Until next time, Dreamwidth!
 
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Imagine a canopy of branches. Twisting, stretching, spreading. Each bud is self-contained, a microcosm in its own right. Some have flowered. Some won't bloom until much later. Yet, these buds are rich with energy nonetheless. There are small, incalculable worlds hidden within, and whether or not the inhabitants of these worlds understand what they're a part of remains ambiguous. Much like the buds of these branches, these inhabitants have the potential of blossoming into something more but many have yet to do so. Regardless, these branches continue to grow. Endlessly extending their reach, there's no telling where they begin and end.

I know which "tree" these branches come from. It's taken root in my mind, and it's been occupying my thoughts lately.

Can you believe this all started after I read The Ghost in the Shell? I mean I can believe for a whole slew of reasons.

I've always got something going on, but usually, I don't expect anything to happen. I regularly read manga; out of several stories I've been reading as of late, The Ghost in the Shell is the only one where I've been personally influenced. Part of that is also because I watched Oshii's films before reading Masamune's original manga. I have no individual attachment to either works (meaning I'm not anyone or anything in relation to TGITS), but the most jarring result of my engagement is... The Net. It's sprouted in my headspace. Unlike some friends and occasional visitors, I doubt it's leaving any time soon. I'm not even sure how I’d go about uprooting a "tree" of this size.

Admittedly, my plurality writings are pretty sparse. It's not that I don't want to write about it. My experiences with plurality are harder for me to articulate than other experiences I have, hence the gap in journals and essays. Outside of said plurality, having bouts of psychosis are as helpful as you'd expect under these circumstances. 

My experiences exist at an intersection between gateway plurality and medianhood. Occasionally, I "dissect" into and interact with other versions of myself. All of which coming from their own continuities, worlds, etc. Similar to Major Kusanagi, I am as much of a concept as I am a person. I may look vastly different from another version of myself, may live under different circumstances than my other selves, but we’re ultimately the same person on a conceptual level. As far as gateways go, I connect most with worlds that have strong influences on me. It's not particularly shocking that The Ghost in the Shell affected me this way, but I expected The Net becoming a part of my own neural network the least.

So, what is "The Net"?

To start, it's not a finite presence. The Net is a vastly interconnected system that transcends physical existence. It is constantly evolving. Furthermore, its presence has been felt through all points of time. Usually, it’s interpreted in a mythological context by various people and cultures. This is explained extensively by the Puppet Master in Ghost Coast, the second-to-last chapter of The Ghost in the Shell. Below is the page in which The Puppet Master and Motoko discuss the nature of The Net, not long before they fuse and create new life within its ecosystem.

This image depicts a single page from Shirow Masamune’s The Ghost in the Shell. In the first panel, The Puppet Master says: “The Network is of macrocosmic size, and has infinite depth. It’s like a growing tree.” Motoko says: “So life is like fruit growing on the end of the branches?” The Puppet Master says: “That’s right.” This panel is paired with a snake slithering down a tree branch with an apple hanging at the end. The next panel depicts hundreds of long, suspended branches and roots. This is a visual metaphor for the Net. The Puppet Master says: “It’s like fruit.” The next panel shows Motoko getting closer to the tree’s roots. Her eyes are closed. In the next panel, the Puppet Master says: “The secrets of the Kabbala, the Norse and Chinese Myths, the Tree of Knowledge in Eden, the Tree of Life, the World Tree… These are all worthy of being called Amenomibashira, or the Pillar of Heaven. It’s the core system of the universe that channelers in every era, culture and every race of people have traditionally accessed.” In the next panel, the Puppet Master says: “Beyond the trunk of the ‘tree’ there should be no existence, but the closer one gets to the end of the branches, the more growth one finds… and the branches are continually touching, separating, entangling, and bearing fruit.”

In the manga, Motoko says the following about this ecosystem after merging with The Puppet Master: “[The Net] is the cosmic species, the seed… ‘a highly efficient package of information’, the greatness of life.” 

Although cryptic, her perspective is shaped not only by a literal union between man and machine through the merge but a direct connection she now has to The Net. Both in Masamune’s sequel manga The Ghost in the Shell 2: Man/Machine Interface and Oshii’s films, she’s capable of traversing through this well of information, manipulating cybernetic technology and adopting new forms by transplanting a part of her conscience into shells. This ability was passed onto her by The Puppet Master and now represents her bond with the Net. The Ghost in the Shell’s transhumanist themes are best represented through the Net and its radical shift in Motoko’s character as well.

I’m not someone who reads up on transhumanism, at least not unless it serves as a companion reading to something else. It’s a very fascinating field of study, but biotechnological theory doesn’t do anything for my self-actualization. Although I do enjoy posthuman research and theory, the former of the two philosophies isn’t something I’ve come to recognize as beneficial for my own personal gnosis.

With this considered, it makes the presence of the Net all the more confusing. Perhaps, it sensed someone akin to the Major or the Puppet Master? If so, then why me? I can see the similarities in terms of our mutual ontological questions and concerns, but that’s as far as our similarities go in my opinion. It’s not like I’m deterred by the idea of being associated with them either. The Major, a.k.a. Motoko, in particular is someone very close to my heart, and I can’t begin to express how much she means to me as a person. Yet, I am not The Major. I am not The Puppet Master either. I am occasionally man, and very seldomly, I am a machine, albeit in the form of magitech, not the futuristic nanomachines and cybernetic technology that the Net is familiar with. It consists of wires and cables, and I consist of cogs and clockwork. We are not compatible beings, yet we are each alive inside of this body. The Net does not speak, but I feel it. It feels me too, and it is inquisitive. It seeks more information— more about me, my means of accessing it, my curiosities and my speculations. 

Although The Net is compared to a plethora of mythic plants and planes beyond life, I experience it in the other direction. It is a living organism, one craving the known and unknown, and it has planted its roots within me. This massive, macrocosmic digital tree now takes up space in my head. I suppose it’s time that I develop a digital green thumb and take care of it while it’s here.

If you've floated around alterhumans online, chances are you've heard some variation of the following joke: "Being (label) is funny because what do you mean (x) is (insert hobby/activity/etc.)?". I see it a lot among fellow fictionkind, often pointing out the novelty of our positions in this world. I'm no stranger to the thought. I am an otaku. My personal tastes revolve around manga (preferably shojosei), light novels, visual and sound novels, and roleplaying games. I'm also someone whose identity is recognizable from the mediums I read and play. The sentences, "Kero-chan is a himejin” or “The Winged Lion has Kageki Shojo in his backlog”, would seem like obscure jokes or even obscurer headcanons if spoken about in fandom spaces. The mental imagery of Sayo Yasuda or Lion Ushiromiya combing through the manga section of your local bookstore creates a curious scene if you approach it from an orthohuman's perspective. Regardless, each of these statements are true because these are facts about myself. 
 
I think it's a bit hard to not think about the novelty of our existence. Many of us are cultured into believing that it is impossible for us to exist, that we are limited to only being figments of another person's imagination. Whether we are put to paper, a screen, a stage, etc., we are treated as muses for the world's interests. From this perspective, we are meant to occupy the stories we tell. We are created to embody and experience the subjects that people dare not speak of aloud (or do but are usually criticized and, depending on the circumstance, punished for it). Or, our experiences inspire or enthrall audiences because they either relate to us, wish to act as we do, or find themselves amused by our conflicts. They turn to their novels, comics, consoles, televisions, theaters, and the internet to immerse themselves in worlds where these topics are directly confronted. There is a moral, a theme, or some sort of underlying message they seek, mirroring the circumstances we share with them in this world. Sometimes, they find satisfying conclusions in our stories— or the versions that are told by others, at least. On the other hand, they find dissatisfaction in our stories alongside a few of us, albeit for completely different reasons. We are thoroughly observed, left without a single stone turned over for our agency. That is an unavoidable factor of fictionhood.

I understand this is a common thought among fictionkind. Some people, especially those who're newly awakened, have let it sink in that the concept they were taught "cannot be real" could in fact exist and be tangible members of society. This includes themselves. Not all members of fictionkind are characters, so to speak. There's fictionkind who are members of a fictional race or species. There's also fictionkind who are fictional objects. Fictional concepts or simply fiction itself are included amongst us as well. Regardless of one's fictionhood and its nature, we are each united by this shared thread of being possible impossibilities as far as this world is concerned. We are fully self-aware of our existence, of the narratives spun around it, and how we are viewed by millions of people. How each of these circumstances are approached differ based on the specificity of who we are and what that means to people aside from ourselves, yet this does not mean our perspectives are without value in comparison. Quite the opposite. I only wish that some of my peers expanded on their self-awareness and how that makes them feel in this world that we live in. 

I consider myself a fourth-wall breaker: a trope that a person can only fulfill if they are equally fictional in origin and self-aware of this information. Typically, a fourth-wall breaker recognizes the narrative, their position within it and any authorship responsible for the narrative in question or anything surrounding it. Initially, I framed myself this way to adjust to my circumstances. I am a shapeshifter whose perspectives, memories and overall knowledge is shaped by fiction. At my base, I am fiction. It's why I remember the sorts of experiences that I do despite never facing them in this body, why my psychology aligns with people only seen in this world's fiction, why my relationship towards fiction becomes less and less palatable for fandom, so on and so forth. I've held the perspective that I'm originally not from here, therefore I don't belong here whatsoever. However, that perspective has since shifted. I'm something of a Schrödinger's Resident. As fiction, I am observed as intangible. As a member of society, I am observed as tangible. To an orthohuman, I can only be one or the other; the notion that someone or something fictional could exist, interact and live alongside them is a paradoxical concept. Yet, my existence defies those odds.

We live a world full of contradictions, and we are not the first of any of them. They've existed before us. They will continue to exist after us. Fiction transcends the imagination as well as our sense of tangibility. Fiction has been made tangible without the experience of alterfictionality. From animated and live-action adaptations with the aim to "bring stories to life" to the practices of cosplay and roleplaying, people enjoy the idea of experiencing fiction firsthand. Be it as escapism, out of passion or other means, there's a life to fiction that's always had a place in this world and existed in our societies. Although observability has influenced the novelty that some feel about our experiences, our existence isn't dependent on how we're observed. I do like to reflect on my activities and the precariousness of my situation, usually in contrast to some of my experiences in-source. It's like any other part of my life, though. It may sound novel, but my fictionhood isn't an anomaly amidst my personhood. Yes, most people know me from a manga. Yes, I also happen to be a manga-ota. I'm aware of why my position would stoke curiosity, but every identity has its marvels. I'd be more engaged with this perspective if self-awareness among fictionkind wasn't brushed past so quickly.

Our existence isn't bound by our societies' purview of fiction nor is it reliant on authorship. We form relationships in and outside of the media we're recognized from. The concepts that millions see as "unreal" are present within our lives and expand our personal philosophies. We challenge the framework of "real" each and every day. Being fictionkin isn't just funny. Being fictionkin is pretty incredible, especially when art is regularly lost, censored or hindered by capital in this world. Plenty of us face these occurences not only as audiences but as people whose identities exist in tandem with said art. We too are often censored or hindered from sharing our truths with the world, but we exist nonetheless. We live regardless of fandom or authorship. We live behind the pages, screens and stages of the world, and we do so defiantly. We are of an unfettered existence. That alone makes all the difference as far as I'm concerned.
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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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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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Intersectionality is a curious concept. It's often discussed in relation to two things: community and personal identity. How relevant that is for someone is dependent on oneself and one's outlook within a particular society or culture. I became familiar with it early on in my life, albeit without having a word for that experience for a while.
 
Before my alterhumanity, and before my queerness, I was given the following labels: Black and Woman.

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This past weekend, I hung out with an online friend for the first time since they moved to my city. While we were out, we swung by a local bookstore they recommended me. There, I splurged on a few books, a bookmark, and a new pair of socks. Of the books I got, I have The Horse: A Galloping History of Humanity by Timothy C. Winegard, which unsurprisingly captivated my thoughts alongside Uma Musume. The entire book follows the history of horses through anthropology, focusing specifically on the evolution of the horse and how the species's relationship with human beings has progressed civilization through the years. Being both human and horse, it was right up my alley. I spotted the book by chance as I was leaving the nonfiction section, and I'm rather thankful for it catching my eye that day. I’m pretty early into the book, but I can tell it'll stick with me for a while. If not for the gaps I'm bridging between my humanity and my equinehood, then certainly for the invaluable information therein.

As of lately, I'm in a much happier place with my equinehood in contrast to my feelings when I first embraced my animality. I'm not sure how or why equinehood has surpassed other experiences with animality for me, especially when many of my experiences tie back into leonine animality rather than equine animality. Nonetheless, this experience is more than welcome to occupy my thoughts further. The long-standing companionship between humankind and horses is becoming an interest of mine. It's hard to imagine this world's progress without this simple yet storied connection. Beyond my perspective as a horse (one with an Uma Musume vaguetype no less), I'm glad that texts like The Horse exists. I'm also thoroughly satisfied with how Uma Musume weaves together these connections in its own way. This is best captured through the racers, their stories, and the bonds they build with human trainers. One such example being one of my favorites, King Halo. Her character story not only pulls from the pedigree and career of this world's King Halo, but also pulls from the struggles of Yuichi Fukunaga, his original jockey. King (character), King (racehorse), and Fukunaga each experienced the hardship of surpassing the shadow of their predecessors, particularly their parents. Although these perspectives differ across this world and that one (especially between humans and nonhuman animals in this world), the narrative written around them makes it feel as though their goals have culminated together as one. Playing King Halo's career also feels like an opportunity to change fate for both King and Fukunaga through this character. It's part of why I love King Halo so much as a character in Uma Musume, and generally why I've garnered a fondness for Uma Musume, be it for vaguetype reasons or otherwise.

I work the next few days, so I'll be a bit behind on both the book and Uma Musume: Cinderella Gray. Despite this hurdle, it's funny to think about how my journey with equinehood has played out so far. Horses were one of three species of earthen animals I've questioned when I became more familiar with my animality, and it was the hardest for me to understand of those three. Yet, it took linking a species of centaurs from a Roblox MMORPG to get me back into the swing of exploring my equinehood. Now, I'm more accustomed to being a horse. Furthermore, I developed a vaguetype that's meant a lot to me so far. I still need to break down how this vaguetype is experienced when I get the time. I've touched on it before with my vaguesona, but there's other factors that I've discovered since then. I suppose that'll have to wait until this work period passes.
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Yesterday, I chatted a bit about being fictionvague towards Orfevre, Durandal, and Uma Musume as a whole. Afterwards, something passed my mind. A lot of folks make kinsonas or truesonas to express their appearance as their 'type. Although I'm still in the middle about everything, I think a persona that's either based off of or is a derivative of these characters might help with fleshing out my feelings. So, here goes nothing:

Name: Sword of Soulaan
Basis: Durandal
Birthday: I'm an aries, unlike my basis. That's all you need to know.
Height: 171.5 cm
Weight: Solid form
Trainer Referral: My Lady, My Lord, Your Excellency
Strengths: Roleplaying, critical analysis of Romantic and Gothic literature
Weaknesses: Chocolate treats, lonely travels, "surrender"
Ears: Never lets a single compliment go unheard
Tail: Swishes as fast as his blade, feels as soft as a blanket
Family: He won the title of "Furniture Lifting Champion" over his father.
Secret(s):
  • He's a horrible sleeper, often waking up at random times in the middle of the night.
  • He has a soft spot for feminine, elegant Umas (ex: Gentildonna, Mejiro Ramonu).
  • Though he abhors her tyranny, he secretly respects Orfevre.
Biography: Romantic, refined yet steadfast, Sword of Soulaan is the definition of a southern gentleman (or gentle-uma?). This aspiring swordsman carries the prestige of a knight errant, and exudes the grace of a debutante, but he is plagued by a heavy burden. Without a sovereign (trainer) of his own, Sword of Soulaan wanders aimlessly on the track, lost in thought. He dreams of the day he can proudly offer his service to a worthy leader. Although he does his best to maintain a gallant demeanor, he can easily melt under pressure if caught off-guard.

Sounds fitting, so far. I look forward to working out the visual details of this 'sona, both in comparison and in contrast to canon Durandal.
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Inspired by Shyvana’s journal on linking Bitter Glasse, I’ve decided to take my heart link with Uma Musume and reconstruct it. Although I’ve been trying to establish the group (Umas) as a hearttype and Cinderella Gray as a hearttale, I haven’t had much success in either venture. I’m very passionate about the characters of Uma Musume. Each of them have surprisingly rich stories, and I’ve come to enjoy the series as a fan who doesn’t play the game itself. Given my personal hang-ups with gacha games, I choose to stick with the manga and its anime adaptations. I figured this link would eventually be dropped, but reading Shyvana’s post was like a breath of fresh air. I hesitated to switch this linktype from a heartlink to a fictionlink, largely because I was adamant about not being an Uma Musume.

However, life is a funny, fickle thing. I’ve been having cameo shifts as an Uma. Initially, I thought nothing of it and assumed it to be partially equine shifts (kemonimimi shifts, in this case). I’d only experience phantom ears, a tail, and horseshoe-like protrusions underneath my feet. I didn’t feel distinctly like someone else until I’d experience cameo shifts as specific characters within Uma Musume. Among these cameo shifts, I experienced being: Symboli Kris S, Orfevre, and Durandal. There’s only a couple of similarities from these characters: their maturity, their resolve, and their sense of duty. Besides that, they had both aesthetic and characteristic differences between them. Of these Umas, I felt myself gravitating around Orfevre and Durandal the most. I’m no stranger to royal aesthetics. I have fictomeres where that went beyond aesthetics for me, and none of them turned out great. It doesn’t surprise me that it’s these two in particular who caught my attention, or at least my shapeshifting’s attention. Although I respect Orfevre’s commanding presence and confidence (traits I want as my own), I think I’m more like Durandal in terms of behavior. There’s also the fact that her hair (including the white patch) matches my coat as an American Quarter Horse. Learning that she excels in short distances threw me through a loop, too; AQHs are known for doing well in that field. Before doing anything else, I want to learn more about this world’s Durandal. We’ll likely have nothing in common, seeing that I feel represented by the fictionalized version of him. That said, I want to do this out of courtesy.

I want to link the traits of Uma Musume’s Durandal, but I think this situation is more of a questioning process than the building of a linktype. If so, my best guess is that this falls within the psychological department of experiences, but I’m not confirming anything without further introspection. Who knows, I might have to give Orfevre another shot if this doesn’t go anywhere. I’ve always had a weird relationship with my equinehood. I didn’t think it’d carry over to reincarnated horse girls, though. It’s strange since, as a horse, I’m not a racer. One of my breeds can qualify in races, but I regard myself as the type of AQH to either do ranch work or compete in cutting competitions. Otherwise, I take pride in being depended on for draught work. Perhaps, it’s our mutual interest in servitude that ties Durandal and I together. It’s not the same kind of servitude, but both involve putting our bodies— especially our physical strength— to the test for those we work with. Again, I’m not confirming anything yet. I still need to learn more about this world’s Durandal and Orfevre respectively. I plan on watching both characters’ in-game stories as well. This may give Orfevre a chance in this process. May the best horse girl (or version of me) win, I suppose.

Honestly, I should’ve seen this coming when those kemonomimi shifts started happening a lot more often. But, what can you do, y’know? Sometimes, you wind up questioning something you never thought you’d question. Then, as you go through that, it turns out a lot more pressing than you thought it’d be. Such is the case with alterhumanity.

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THE OMEGA PROTOCOL

While it is believed that a greater dynamo is possible through collective means, it is a current priority for the mutant nation of Krakoa to protect and nurture its greatest natural resource: Omega-level mutants. 

All efforts are to be expended in order to secure the future of the state.

"One people. One tribe. One family."

As I'm reconnecting with my history as an X-Man, another memory dawned upon me. It's not a memory of an event, but a feeling I had as Miracle. I loathed the status of "Omega-level". It's hard to ignore when the leaders of your people make a point of referencing mutants like you at any chance they get, even worse when non-mutant humans do the same thing except by treating you like a disaster waiting to happen. You're either an asset or a threat. There's no in-between. Either way, you are weaponized in some form. For a brief but important time, I hated my mentors for that exact reason. Many things drove a wedge between us students and veteran X-Men, but one thing that sticks out in my mind is the weaponization. Plenty of them were products of it too, but we realized that one way or another we'd wind up the same way. There's only been one time where I've felt truly seen in my source, albeit without me being present. My class decided enough was enough and shut down our mentors for trying to rope us into another plan as combatants. Pixie got us out of there both in my memories and in the comic itself. That still sticks with me. 

Around the time Krakoa was founded, I was hesitant to go. I got into a fight with my former counselor, Storm, about it. Part of why I was hesitant was the Omega Protocol. I am not a "natural resource". I am a person. I am to be treated like a person, not another addition to Charles Xavier's arsenal. Eventually,  I went and didn't regret it, but I kept my stance on Xavier and his approach to Omega-level mutants. I didn't care that he classified as one; his perspective of us was crystal clear. We're a resource, a crop to harvest and bear fruit at the expense of our humanity. I detested the label "Omega-level" then and still do today. I won't hide who I am, though.

OMEGA LEVEL MUTANT: A mutant whose dominant power is deemed to register or reach an undefinable upper limit of that power's specification classification.

NOTE: Omega level is a classification of a single mutant power. While it is quite common that mutants manifest multiple powers, only one is normally of Omega level. 
 
In layman's terms, to be Omega-level is to be very gifted at a specific power. The extent of your abilities are hard to clock, and oftentimes, you can do pretty incredible things with those abilities. Typically, one ability within your mutation(s) reaches Omega-level. Take my mentor Storm, for example. Storm is an omega-level mutant. Although Storm has a wide range of abilities, weather manipulation is an ability of hers that classifies as omega-level. She's among the best of the best in the demographic of weather-centric mutants. For muis, our first mutation is being a winged mutant (Cheyafarim). That mutation isn’t Omega-level, though. That would be our secondary mutation. Wei fall in the same omega-level class as Legion: Power Manifestation. How it works for us differs from Legion since wei don't have individual mutations amongst us. Rather, wei all have the ability to will something into existence as long as its change is physical or biological. This ability can trigger verbally and non-verbally. For example: wei cannot will victory into existence, because that is a change based on chance. However, wei can will resistance or invulnerability against psychic mutants into existence because that would involve directly changing muir neurology. Wei could make muirself entirely invincible to other mutant abilities if wei saw fit. Wei don't because wei are honorable to a fault. 

Furthermore, muir ability of manifestation can extend to others. Wei discovered this when Tariq, one of muir facets, fronted and went to attack a Purifier base. Wei still don't know why. Wei'll have to figure that out eventually, but wei do recall him setting off a gas leak and causing an explosion within the base. However, those within the base didn't die. Muir intent wasn't to kill, but to send a message to Stryker and his lot. After further investigation, it was discovered that the inhabitants of the base were temporarily altered to survive the explosion. Wei willed their survival into existence, briefly making their bodies invulnerable to flame and durable enough to take the impact. Their bodies returned to normal some time after. Wei probably would've learned wei're omega-level another way, but that's how it came to be as far as wei remember.

In retrospect, I don't mind having a parallel life where I have the ability to protect others to such a tremendous extent. I do mind being treated like a tool, though. I know things don't have to be that way for us, but it's exactly how mutants of this status wind up. I just want my community to live in peace, and I know Xavier wanted the same thing, but we are not "natural resources". We are people. 
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Imagine that you're a student. You go to a nice school, but the school is known for its controversies. These controversies get a lot of people hurt, including the students. You've witnessed and dealt with things that a teenager normally shouldn't have. A classmate dies. Multiple classmates die. Your school is put on lockdown because it’s been targeted. You and your friends are supposed to carry on like none of it happened. You hardly have a moment to grieve before the cycle repeats, and it's taking a toll on you. You fall into the wrong (or right?) crowd. Your trust in the adults and authorities around you is reduced to zero. Most of all, you’ve grown rebellious. You're not a bad kid, you tell yourself. You say it not out of comfort but out of defiance. You know you don’t deserve what you’ve been given, but life seems to work against you at every chance it gets. The whole world feels out of your grasp, but you're not helpless. You refuse to be helpless. So what do you in a world that doesn't give a shit about you? You get up and do something about it.

Now, imagine you've made your mark. You gain a reputation among your peers. You're a menace to society in the best way. Maybe the worst way, too. But as the years go by, there's no trace of you. You're not shown in the yearbooks. You're not listed as an alumni. There's no reference of your existence whatsoever. It's like you weren't even there. 
 
That's what it's like for me, a non-canonical character from Marvel Comics. I'm not an original character (OC) nor am I a self-insert of sorts. I’m a member of Homo sapiens superior (mutants), but not in the general sense. I’m aware of this because of how different this fictotype feels compared to experiences where my fictionhood ends at the species. I‘m someone who was a consistent part of my source's narrative. I am an X-Man, and I come from a specific era of X-Men comics. My fictomere is New X-Men, specifically Vol. 2/Academy X. Published in the early 2000s, this series geared its focus around a young generation of mutants. My fictomere bounces off of the original New X-Men run, which focused on our teachers and mentors. You'll likely recognize them more than us. Cyclops, Wolverine, White Queen, Beast, etc.— you know ‘em! That said, they're not my class. I remember my class clear as day. Prodigy, Hellion, Surge, Dust, Wind Dancer, Icarus, Gentle, those goddamn Stepford Cuckoos— these kids were my friends. Well, some of them were my friends. My memories are foggy, to say the least. I remember my code name, my friendships, my plurality in that world, and my attendance at the Xavier Institute for Higher Learning. What I don't remember is the events that happened in the comics associated with my fictomere. 
 
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NOTE: This essay contains spoilers for Date Everything, specifically Luna/Connie’s route and lore pertaining to the objects’ sentience. 

When I was a kid, I had a habit of anthropomorphizing everything around me. I didn’t want my stuffed animals to feel left out whenever I went to school, so I’d sneak them in my backpack sometimes. In order to help myself get better with math, I personified numbers. I’d tell myself that 2 was friends with 4,6, 8, and 10, and 1 was friends with 3, 5, 7, and 9 as a way of remembering even and odd numbers. Part of me was convinced that I could talk to those numbers in my head, too. These little friend groups were my work-around for where I lacked in mathematics, but they didn’t last long as thoughtforms. There was even a time where my books invited me to color inside them, because they were so bored of having nothing but words to show. I was an interesting kid, that’s for sure.

However, what stuck with me the most was my first handheld console. For my birthday, I got a Nintendo DS. I was pretty young; I want to say I was about 8 or 9, but my memory fails me. I admired it so much. Its design captivated me: white, compact, and an extra slot for backwards compatibility. I learned what the latter was when my cousin gave me his copy of Pokémon Emerald since I never had a GBA of my own. Once I started getting my own games, I grew attached to the device. Like other objects in my room, I anthropomorphized it in my mind and treated it as a friend. I didn’t have a name for them, but I did personify them through the characters I liked or played as in my video games. I often visualized her as Hilda, the female avatar for Pokémon Black & White. Maybe my avatar in MySims one day, or a Nintendog the next, but usually Hilda. Hilda was someone familiar and cool, but this thoughtform wasn’t Hilda as she’s known among Pokémon fans. She took her appearance because I wanted her to, and whatever I wanted changed often, so she didn’t always appear as Hilda.

She was an imaginary friend at first. I never mentioned her to my parents, and I kept it that way. Our friendship was a secret between the two of us, and it felt so fun and stealthy. It was like having a power no one else knew about, except it wasn’t much of a power and more of an act of my imagination with some brainweird things at play. Admittedly, creating a person around my DS, and every other DS I had after that, made me feel less alone at home. I needed to be distracted, especially when parents did as parents do (i.e. fight each other). She was there to distract me, to do whatever they could for a neurodiverse child who didn’t know what to do in times like that. Later in life, I stopped hearing them. I thought nothing of it. Kids create imaginary friends all the time. Mine happened to a bit unorthodox, but that’s what I chalked her up to be as a teenager. 

Now, imagine my surprise when she came back in my adulthood. 

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Shifting is a popular topic among alterhumans. It's certainly a hot bed for discourse, for one. For two, it's one of the first things that new members inquire about. There isn't a moment where someone goes without asking about how shifts are experienced, what types of shifts folks have, whether or not a shift counts as a physical experience, or if a specific kind of shift is common in the community.

Conceptually, shifts were introduced through the weres of alt.horror.werewolves. The modern therian community originates from this group, but before they were known for delving into species identity, their website originally gravitated around werewolves in fiction. It's not surprising that "shift" was used to describe an experience with one's species. After all, werewolves shapeshift from a human being to a wolflike creature. The communal definition and usage of shift came into fruition alongside the term "were", which was pulled from "werewolf' or "were-creature" and used to describe a nonhuman being. To this day, this usage of shift still holds up. I also wonder if there's anyone who labels themselves as were(s), too, but I digress. Maybe, I'll save that thought for another day.

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( Jun. 29th, 2025 09:22 am)

I’m back home from my trip! To be honest, I don’t think cruises are really my thing. I much prefer traveling by air (who’s shocked? lol), but I’m glad that this trip got me to experience travel by sea. I loved the look of the ocean in the mornings. Watching the sun rising over the waters was nothing short of beautiful. I did enjoy some of the activities too. I really liked the ship’s equivalent to popular game shows (Family Feud, Deal or No Deal, etc.); they were really fun to watch! I wish the food was as good, though. I had a couple of decent things, mainly Guy’s Burger Joint, the deli’s philly cheesesteaks, and the chocolate muffins they’d serve at breakfast. Besides that, most of it was mid. I didn’t bother going to the ship’s restaurants either. I knew I’d be pissed if I paid out-of-pocket for more mid food when I could settle for what’s free. 

Additionally, I’m disappointed to say some of the Pride events were busts. Barely anybody except this one lesbian couple showed up to the mixer, and virtually no one but me went to the Pride Arts & Crafts event. There was a nightclub event, but 1. I’m way too self-conscious about dancing and 2. clubs aren’t my scene. I just don’t do well in really loud, really overstimulating places like that, so I stayed in our stateroom and got some early sleep. Although the Pride stuff didn’t go as I hoped, I’m happy that my family had a good time. Plus, when we were rained out one day, I stayed in and finished a short story for a zine made by some friends! At least, something nice came out of that day.

All in all, would I say I’d go on a cruise again? Probably not, especially for not as long as my family had us go. A whole week at sea gets draining fast. It wasn’t bad, but it’s not my cup of tea, personally.
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“What’s a draft horse doing in the middle of the Atlantic?” I’m asking myself the same question, readers.

In all seriousness, I’m on a cruise with my family. So far, it’s… okay. It isn’t my cup of tea, to be frank. Based on my experience so far, a cruise acts as a gaudy way for older folk to blow all their money in one place. If not here, then in places they haven’t been to before. I’ve dabbled in a few things, mainly bingo and a comedy club. I plan on heading to the LGBTQ+ Mixer onboard, so I’m hoping that’ll be more fun than what I’ve been exposed to thus far. Once we hit the ports, I look forward to doing tons of photography too!
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