#'cause i've heard horror stories about rabid fictives going after fan shit sooo

[diabolocracy]

I was lurking Reddit for a laugh and came across the general paraphrased sentiment, "Proship fictionkin make no sense because if fiction doesn't affect reality how are they fictionkin?"

The answer is very simple, granted I can only answer for myself:

The blorbos I make do terrible things in writing and art aren't one-to-one representations of 'me' as I was in a past life, even if they are vaguely based on me as I was in a past life.

Alternatively (in at least one case): those things happened but I don't have exotrauma I have exo-wowie-that-was-hot-:3. (Mind you, in the case that I am vaguely referencing, I was the one who made it happen multiple times and found it hot as it was unfolding--as the 'victim'.)

That isn't meant to discount those who end up with exotrauma, mind you. I have a kintwin who can't look at certain ships (one of which I happen to like, personally) due to differences in our past lives/canons. Even so, we're still friends. It's understandable and I don't bring it up in conversation because he set that boundary. It's that's fucking easy, folks!

I'm also able to recognize that in this life these characters are just fictional. If I make a terrible thing happen to [name], it isn't actually happening to [name] (unless you're of the mind that creating an idea = that event is unfolding in a different universe; or that ideas = channeled events from different universes; basically 'fictional reality' wherein stories create new realities or are channeled from alternate realities in some way - something akin to 'fictons' from The Number of the Beast by Robert A. Heinlein; a very good book btw, especially for you incest lovers, lol).

Essentially: the characters I'm playing with? They aren't me even if they are modeled after 'me', nor are they those I once knew. What I do to them, or make them to do each other, has zero effect on me in the present or 'me' in the past.

The fan creations that I or others create relating to my kintypes has only the effect I allow it to have upon me and I can recognize in 99.9999% of cases that writing or art or headcanon or whatever isn't about me even if it pertains to my kintype. That very minuscule percent otherwise is created by me, for me.

I've observed that that differentiation is a challenge for some to make. Personally I find it silly, 'cause like, who the fuck are you? No one knows you. They aren't targeting you. They're making shit about the blorbo from their shows. Not you.

Bluh bluh bluh. I've lost my train of thought. Bye.