Wherever I sit on the plural spectrum is soupy and ambiguous at best, and likely to never really be properly resolved (and I'm okay with that). But the odd discomfort you speak of here is familiar. The closest things we've got to actual headmates come from fictional endeavors. It's the strangest, saddest feeling to have parts miss people who never existed.
There's an extra angle there on it being roleplay-based -- whatever worlds that are being missed were shared to begin with, and cannot be returned to or revised on our own. At least I know that stuff's never getting published for a wider audience, small blessings!
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Wherever I sit on the plural spectrum is soupy and ambiguous at best, and likely to never really be properly resolved (and I'm okay with that). But the odd discomfort you speak of here is familiar. The closest things we've got to actual headmates come from fictional endeavors. It's the strangest, saddest feeling to have parts miss people who never existed.
There's an extra angle there on it being roleplay-based -- whatever worlds that are being missed were shared to begin with, and cannot be returned to or revised on our own. At least I know that stuff's never getting published for a wider audience, small blessings!