Ageplay
I identify pretty hard with fae. And I like their fluidity and freedom of self. To just.. redefine what they are at any moment, even if they're still fundamentally the same creature...
One aspect of this I take to my roleplay self is that I shift in age based on the scene. I can be an adult when that's more fun, or I can be a toddler or 6 or 12, if my partner is okay with that. But truth told, I always FEEL like I'm just a kid who learned too many big words and has to step in for adults
Ageplay, unreality, mom/sibling stuff
One of the weirdest/coolest things about fae fluidity is the entire concept of variable backstory. If you want to be my mom? You can just... BE my mom, I'll show up in photos, I'll have known you my whole life. Every time you question whether or not I was always there, you'll find an answer in the positive. If there's a desire in your heart for a story with me, then you'll find that the story is real!
Ageplay, unreality, weight gain
But... my absolute favorite thing in the world is having stories told to me. To find suddenly the narrative shifting beneath my feet, as desire becomes overwhelming. To have that conflicting feeling of two realities crashing in on me. To discover that your desires have pushed me out to be both young and huge, to realize, belatedly, that I'm not what I thought I was... to embarrassedly squirm as I come to terms with the story you've decided you want to share
Ageplay, unreality, weight gain
I used to call RPs like this 'discovery' RPs. Where just out of nowhere, someone will say something that sounds a little bit weird, commenting on my weight, age, or both. And then when I deny, they 'prove me wrong' with some physical quality. "If you aren't 800 pounds, then when was the last time you saw your knees?". This became my reality, suddenly, it was unassailable. Any complaints were now stammering denial, rather than rebukes.
Ageplay, unreality, weight gain
"And 800 pounds for 12 year old! I mean really, it's VERY impressive."
"I.. w-wait... m-myu?" and again, my reality shifts. I just... AM this description. "I... I guess my last birthday was... mmff... b... but 800??"
"Hm? 800? Where'd you get that number? You haven't been THAT thin since you were 7!"
And watch as the narrative continues to fly away from me, leaving me in a more and more bashful position.
Ageplay, unreality, mom/sibling stuff
And when we're done playing? Goes right back to normal, with you as a friend. When the story is told, if it's not one you want to hold onto? You'll find it simply exists AS a story. You only need to live in the story if you enjoy it. But if you want to live in it? We can live in it for as long as you'd like~