#Fictionkinfessions

[fictionkinfessions]

The real secret kinnie experience is desperately trying to dress enough like your kintype that you remind people of them, but not enough that it’s obvious you’re trying to get people to associate you with them, just enough that “coincidentally,” people are reminded of your kintype.

…Maybe I just need to talk to more fellow fictionkin, rather than playing Light Yagami mind games for a crumb of validation.

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[the-kinfesssional]

anyone else ever wonder how some people would feel if they found out the very character they blog about thinks their takes are dogshit

me ✋

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[fictionkinfessions]

I know my kin is literally a super popular character, and that with the movie coming out this year obviously there'd be more attention on my kin, but also seeing how much people are talking about me lately makes me feel mildly overwhelmed, and wildly uncomfortable

Please stop looking at me please leave me alone guys... Just let me look grumpy in my corner away from all of you. - Shadow the Hedgehog

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[fictionkinfessions]

what a wild experience it is to be relatively young while also having a large number of past lives constantly popping up in my memory.

i've been nonhuman more times than i know, but just like i suited myself then, humanity fits me perfectly now. i have more estranged family members than the combined amount of everyone i've met in this life, but still act awkward around my blood relatives because i haven't quite gotten confident in this new self yet. i've worked any imaginable number of jobs but my new first one still seems just as intimidating, at least socially. i've held unbelievable, unsustainable power and more times than not used it for good, for the sake of my people, but i feel guilty accepting simple help from my loved ones. every past and present social convention is more suggestion to me now, yet still i follow, knowing there's nothing worse than being above or below everything where the only part of you others can see is your shadow.

where i once was the pitch black void of destruction for my enemies, i'm now small and soft and doting, and the craziest part is, i was always both.

i cycle between feeling intimidated by/estranged to those older than me and thinking of people my age or older as kids. just like most anyone, they're rambunctious and unafraid and openly, adorably don't know what they're doing because, in their eyes, it's the beginning of their first time. i've done that, too, but remembering it from the perspective of beyond keeps me from experiencing it quite the same way again. the amount of times even before adulthood i have been referred to as an "old soul" is comical- i am old, so old that my highest desire is to teach, to care, to protect others whenever they need it, yet i'll never be too old to remain young in the ways that matter. every menial "coming of age" thing i have done and will go on to do i have done once, twice, a thousand times, but this time is not special in that it won't be when i stop getting excited. my brain prevents me from remembering it all, but if i've learned anything, it's that excitement and joy are all that remain when all else fades away. knowing this means every choice i make will not be a missed or seized opportunity, rather a dedication to love and life itself.

i've had the hard truths of existence carved into my mind over and over. i've been broken and reassembled and built up to tumble back again, yet each time i move on, the burning remnants become nothing more than a fuzzy afterimage that superimposes itself on my being, now entirely different in the exact same way. really, that's the beauty of it; a different body and mind with the same information will come to a different conclusion, even if similar. no set of hands can sculpt a lump of clay the exact same way twice. i am the clay and i am the hands and i am the eyes that gaze upon my self-creation in admiration, in a way some may wish to but cannot in quite as much depth. one day i will hold an entirely new form and choose a new, yet equally true, metaphor to describe the ways in which i've changed. and then, too, i will be young and grown, and grow up while remaining young, and love relentlessly, unconditionally. in this, i will never be alone.

collectively, i'd say my age outranks that of this universe itself. but just like it, i am still a kid, marvelling at the gift of life with bright eyes despite every wild possibility. beauty is within the love you create. so i say to you, another irreplicable creation within the crushing embrace of existence:

reread that cringe book you like, or replay that game that used to be your favorite as a kid, or pick up the hobby you've wanted to try that you know the people around you would think is lame. rant about the most seemingly meaningless things just because you wanna. be as spiritual or non-spiritual as you wish. embrace your various identities and interests with a whole heart, and if they change, let them. you change every day you exist, and you will never be precisely as you were or will be, which makes the you you are now infinitely valuable. if your people are too blinded by the biases of this world to make peace with the harmless things that bring you joy, find new people who can admire the story of each smudged fingerprint in your surface just as readily as every smooth curve and minute detail. whether it be through friendship, romance or family, let yourself be shaped by the influence of others in that irreplicable way you would never achieve on your own. stand on your business when you have to, act the way you feel, speak your mind. make mistakes and learn from them, and make them again, and learn something entirely new. take it from me: you will never run out of things to learn or to love, and that's the greatest gift of all. learn what you need and what you can, and most importantly of all, learn what you love so that you might have the time to love it for as long as possible. remember your time is limited, but acknowledge anything you do to fulfill yourself or something important/necessary to you is not a waste, despite how limited you may be. take whatever pace makes you comfortable, no matter what vindictive minds may insist, and live a life full of all the things you and your loved ones desire, so that no matter when the day comes that you move on, you will know it was worth it.

and, if you can, leave a positive impact on those you meet who could use your irreplicable influence. never force yourself to become beholden to another (just as any other shouldn't be to you) and uphold your personal safety before anyone else's, but if you have the chance to change something for the better, don't choose to let it go. if nothing else, you'll thank yourself for it, as will i. i know you're struggling, and you are trying, and i love you. i believe in you. as long as you always protect and value your own voice, you will live in the best way. never give up on that.

(p.s: also don't give up on your sleep schedule! i'm sitting in tumblr writing this at 4 am on a friday morning. when this is posted, chances are you will never know me or even want to, but remember those you do know and hold them fondly in your heart. and especially appreciate those who choose to work for the benefit of others, like mpc! (thank you for providing this space for people to share things they otherwise couldn't.))

to whoever you might be today, take it easy out there.

- a friend

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[fictionkinfessions]

What's really wild is that you have to accept that some people will know themselves just as well as you know yourself and have 200+ kintypes. some people will have 10 kintypes. Many will have 1 or thereabouts. I have only been awakened to my fictionkin nature for ten years, and have 6, as far as I know (though, perhaps less or more. im doing some Thinking.)

You must accept that some kin folk will say the origin of their kin nature is spiritual and comes from the shape of their soul, or a sharded fragment of another entity, or perhaps from some sort of reincarnation even. Accept also that some kin folk will say the origin for them is instead found only within the human mind.

These groups overlap, easily and often. They can have identical experiences, from phantom limbs to shifts to memories to noemata - and you will find you cannot truly tell one from the other without simply asking. And none is more foolish than the one who tries to claim one is more correct than the other.

You must accept this. You must explore the things you don't understand, or wilt in an ill-drained pot with stale soil.

To be fictionkin, we must at least try to extend ourselves out to accept many things we are not invited to by our world. That is a beautiful thing. But, what can not be accepted, what I REFUSE to accept. is. that. i am in fuuuucking danganronpa!!!!!!! COME ON!!!! NO!

*rolls around on the ground throwing a fit and kicking my feet* I WONT

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[fictionkinfessions]

I think as fictionkin we deserve free merch from our sources as a treat.

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[fictionkinfessions]

It would be so nice to hang out with other fictionkin in person. Dressing up to look more like ourselves, going by the names we want to, casually talking about characters we knew personally without getting weird looks, it would be nice. I wouldn’t have to repress anything. I’m so sick of all the parts of myself I feel I have to hide just so people will even tolerate me.

It would probably never happen, though. I don’t know if I could ever trust a meet up. I already worry about safety with any meetups, and I’d constantly be afraid that everyone I talked to was actually antikin, and there to take advantage of the trust of myself and others.

I have this fantasy about starting a ‘kin cafe. I’ve thought about this for selfshippers and ficto people as well, maybe it could be both? Just a place where you know you’re around people who won’t judge you for talking openly about who you are without hiding anything.

I don’t think it could ever happen, I think I’d get harassed for it. But it’s a nice thought.

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[fictionkinfessions]

talking abt my fictotypes in third person to non-kin is so funny like "*guy standing in corner at a party* they dont know im actually talking about myself"

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[fictionkinfessions]

Y’all got nothing on me. I made a kin server for my source with an old friend group, posted the link on a public tumblr post, the fucking source creator joined it, didn’t know what kinning was, and when we explained it to him, he STAYED IN THE SERVER FOR LIKE A MONTH OR TWO. And then a while later when the game updated there were references to kin stuff. They put a no doubles joke in the fucking game. And I feel partially responsible because we are the ones who introduced the creator to kin terminology 💀

m

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[fictionkinfessions]

i can make anything a reference to my source

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[fictionkinfessions]

As an older fictive who has been entrenched in kin and system communities, there is one takeaway above all else that I wish for the younger crowds to understand. Wanting friends who understand your experiences, or even who share a source, is a valid reason to reach out and connect with others, but you must be wary of those who may be close for this reason alone. You deserve to be known for who you are as well as were, and if you find someone demanding that you only conform to an image of you they've built in their head- RUN. Similarly, expect people you meet to be more than the image you may have made in your head. We are people, the entire point of a new life is to be someone new. Allow yourself and others to grow into that.

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[fictionkinfessions]

i hate when i have to refer to myself in third person because i dont wanna sound weird by saying "i/me" about a character when talking to my friends... it just feels really wrong

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[fictionkinfessions]

y’all ever get kinfeels from a source, but you have no idea who you fucking are.

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[fictionkinfessions]

ah, the timeless transgender fictionkin experience of "getting gender envy from yourself," my old friend.

m

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[fictionkinfessions]

100,000 confessions!!

This is the 100,000th post on this blog! Woo! Celebrations!! Here's to another 100,000 posts!

Mod Party Cat!

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[fictionkinfessions]

Every morning I read this page like it’s the daily news. “What are those funky lil fickins (myself included) up to today?” Like I don’t know every source that pops up here but I’ll always read em all to make sure people feel heard 💖

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