unhinged thirty days of otherkin challenge, days 4 and 5: do you like sticks? do you like leaves?
you can do so much with sticks. you can stack sticks into a pile, create art pieces, break them into pieces to hear that satisfying snap, play swords... the possibilities are endless.
you have to admire the variety of shapes, textures, and colors that leaves come in. the canopy up above casts such lovely dappled shadows on the forest floor and allows only the sweetest rays of sunlight through. effervescent.
and if you find a stick with leaves on? pick that thing up and shake it around. the weight and sound of it is delightful.
unhinged thirty days of otherkin challenge, day 14: if given a cellphone, what would your kintype do with it?
the fauns would likely think it's a very shiny, smooth rock until the screen lit up. then they'd be trying to replicate the lights until they got frustrated/bored and tossed it back wherever they found it. if the fauns remembered the phone later, they might be curious to see if the cellphone's owner would come back for it.
if sleepyhead found a cellphone, they wouldn't mess with it. they'd probably just tuck it into their pack and keep an eye and an ear out for someone missing an odd tablet.
i've had a creeping feeling that my faun kintype is actually a theriomythic type, and looking into faun art on this here webbed site i think i've confirmed it.
depictions of fauns (modern depictions, anyhow) always project a level of sapience that doesn't line up with my noemata. my fauns are not humans with goat legs - they're a different animal entirely.
tool use is more on par with corvids than humans. language is simple. we mimic humans the same way humans mimic cats, with no knowledge of deeper meaning. we don't wear clothes.
so! i'm recategorizing the fauns as theriomythic type, rather than kintype.
talking about my fictionkintype these days is... well, "difficult" isn't the right word for it, but i'm blanking on a better one.
the fandom aspect is the biggest part. this isn't fandom for me - it's a part of my identity, and i don't want people outside the alt-h community getting misled or twisting it into a roleplay thing. it's difficult to talk about a fictionkintype if you're censoring every other word and name to avoid the fandom.
but also...
that life isn't a happy one. many of the noemata i have for it are of being afraid, sad, or lost. it ends young. it's a tragedy retold as a heroic adventure.
there's a part of me that says i should just move on. this 'type is a part of me, of course, but not a part i need to dwell on.
maybe it's better this way.
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