#into personal stories

[ingo-ingoing-ingone]

Chapter Fic Disclaimer

Okay, so since I’m about to post chapter 1 of my fic I’ve been working on for a while, I want to make this disclaimer of sorts to make a few things clear to those who read it!

So the AU is a Conjoined Twin AU.

I have seen a few comments that are wary of such an idea, and for good reason! Historically, both in fiction and real life, such people have been posed more as a novelty than anything. I have taken great pains to avoid this.

So a few things I want everyone to know about this fic:

-First off, it has a happy ending. The entire thing may not be written yet, but I do know the entire plot start to end. There will be no track changes. It will end happily. Not bittersweet, not ‘happy in the afterlife,’ but truly happy. I guarantee that 100%.

-I have done research. I am not winging this! My goal is to be accurate and respectful. The thing is, however, that conjoined twins that have survived to adulthood AND have not been separated are exceedingly rare. It’s not exactly a topic with a huge wealth of resources to look into. And, seeing as every set of twins is unique, I have made some decisions that are pure speculation. I do work in the medical field and know quite a lot about biology, so it’s not being pulled from nowhere, but yes, an amount of extrapolation has to be done. I am continuing to research various topics as I write.

-This is still a story about Ingo and Emmet. Their lifestyle looks different, yes, and I enjoy going into that! But this is indeed a story about them as people. Their conjoined-ness isn’t used for shock and awe. They’re still the Subway Masters that everyone, both within the story and in the real world, knows and loves.

-On the other side of this coin, this is a story about Ingo and Emmet. It contains angst, tragedy, and a bit of horror. Of course there is also a boatload of healing, comfort, and happy things, but I cannot deny that they are the protagonists and they’ll go through some shit. The canon characters sure have! (Well, we know Ingo has.) A few chapters (my current guess is 3 out of some large, still unknown number) will be... Rough. I will tag and warn for everything. And no, this won’t be like... gratuitous and repetitive violence or anything perpetrated by ableist people or stuff like that. It’s really hard to explain without spoiling everything. (I have also worked to tone down my descriptors of injuries. I used to write really, really tragic stuff and I assist with surgeries as part of my job, sometimes it just led to a lot.) Please expect this story to make you sad sometimes though like I said, it all turns out good in the end.

-As always, I focus on human emotions, both the good and the bad and the resiliency of such. If you have read my other fics, it’ll be written in the same style. I will touch on very real feeling topics and reactions, but as I am not a fan of miscommunication, these characters are for the most part good at talking about things! And, as always, there is a huge focus on familial love <3 These characters matter to each other!

-Please... Remember that I’m a hobby writer and a person. :,) I am terribly, HORRIBLY nervous to post this fic because I am afraid I will mis-portray something and someone will get angry or hurt. If I mess up something, please be kind, okay? Absolutely let me know, but I ask you to not jump to the worst conclusions. Like I said, I am dealing with a lot of unknowns that even research cannot always fill. But believe me when I say I’m trying my absolute best and putting my all into this fic.

That is all, I just wanted to outline all of this for everyone! This is fiction, things happen and conflict occurs because there is a plot, but I am treating all these characters as fully rounded people and hope I am doing their story justice!

I will link this in the main AN of the fic and will add it on in a reblog to all of my update posts in the future. I will add onto this post via clearly noted edits if I need to as well.

[arynneva]

wait do people read first person stories and think they're the ones in the story???

Saw people talking about not liking first person, which is fair, but their reasoning was like "I would not do that" and I don't understand that mindset.

First person stories are still about a character. A character making their own decisions. First person isn't about you???? At least I thought it wasn't. What am I missing? I've always seen first person as just a more in-depth look into a character's mind and stricter POV. Not as a reader stand-in.

[lesbxdyke]

I could think of no better way to share the news than this!

So when I was 17, my cat went missing and I'd given up hope of ever seeing him again.

Until on Monday, 27th of May, 2024, my friend sent me a FB post asking 'isn't that your mother?' about the person named on the microchip.

Here he is! 16 years old, and found safe, twelve whole years after he went missing!

Yesterday (Tuesday the 28th of May, 2024) I went to the rescue that had him, and I reclaimed my boy, renaming him Artie! (He'd originally been called 'Cat' because my mother and I couldn't decide on a name)

He's home safe with me now, currently inhabiting my bathroom and purring up a storm every time someone goes in there!

I'll be doing slow introductions between him and my current cat to give them the best possible chance of living in harmony!

Here's some pictures of Artie once we let him out of the carrier:

[ered]

Here’s my take on the whole audio books vs. reading:

Oral tradition of storytelling predates written ones by millennias, and honestly, which one you like is just a personal preference.

The actual difference is

when listening, you have no idea how to write characters’ names

when reading, you have no idea how to pronounce characters’ names

hope this helps!

[aesethewitch]

When I was a kid, we moved into a house that had a huge lilac tree out front. It was mostly rotten, and it needed to be taken down before it fell. It took a while, but eventually, it was gone.

Mostly. A couple years later, little lilac babies popped out of the ground in its place. My mom was determined to get rid of them, because she'd planted a beautiful flower garden there, and the lilac trees would overshadow and kill the whole garden. I insisted on saving at least a few saplings. She said fine, but I had to dig them out and put them in pots myself.

So, I did. I spent days digging little lilac bushes out of the ground and putting them into pots. Some couldn't be saved, but some could. When all was said and done, I had five brand-new lilac saplings. Seven or eight years old, and it was my absolute pride and joy.

Three died due to sun scorching, severe drought that no amount of watering could save, and perhaps just being moved from their place in the ground. But two survived, and I was awfully proud of them! I'd go out and talk to them every single day. I watered them by hand and made sure they were fertilized properly. I learned all about their favored environments, and I was determined to make sure they lived.

One of my mom's friends saw what I was doing with the lilacs. She asked if she could have one to put in her backyard, and I agreed on the condition that she take very, very good care of it.

It's now fucking enormous. I'm talking ten feet tall and bursting with beautiful purple flowers every spring. My mom still gets updates each year as they start to bloom, which she forwards to me. And all I can think is, "That's my friend! Thriving some twenty years on, there it is."

The other tree nearly died, too. It lived in a pot for far, far too long. I wanted to plant it somewhere in my parents' yard, but my mom was reluctant. Eventually, we agreed to put it in the far back garden. It grew okay for many years, despite the shade, but in all these years, it's never bloomed.

Last year, the massive tree casting massive shadows over the lilac and the garden cracked in half and fell. It tumbled into the garden, crushing part of the nearby shed and destroying a few plants beneath it.

It missed my lilac by inches.

The clean-up is long done. The rest of the tree has been cut down, and my lilac has full sunlight for the first time in fifteen years. It won't bloom this year, I know. But it's got new shoots up. It's taller than ever. I spent half an hour a few weeks ago praising it for surviving all this time, dreaming about its future and telling it how I believe it'll become the tall beauty it's always been meant to be.

I think next year, I'll see flowers.

[crowkip]

yeehaw, baby!

[gentil-minou]

Everytime I see posts like this I get filled with such profound sadness

Cause you know who has the same brainrot as you? The same unhinged feelings as you after you've read the fic? The person who always wants to scream about the fic with you?

THE PERSON WHO WROTE IT

I never used to leave comments but since I got into the habit of commenting on everything i enjoy it's been incredible. Especially when the author gets back to me about it and we get to have a discussion of what other ideas they had. One writer replied to my comment with a 5 paragraph essay detailing the Floorplan of the building the characters lived in and it was incredible

Anyways this is all to say that if you find a fic that just makes you want to scream from the rooftops, leave a comment saying that to the author and maybe they will join you and you can scream incoherently together

[softwaring]

[iwasbored777]

We're not appreciating the Weird Barbie enough. It's said in the movie that she helps everyone who need help while they always see her as someone who's not as good as them. She was friends with all dismissed Barbies and Kens, was there to offer support and safe shelter for everyone who needed it in Kendom, without her nothing in the movie would've been alright. When Stereotypical Barbie calls her "ugly and unwanted" she still helps her.

She was representing a woman in women's world who was pushed aside by other women because she didn't fit in but still had more wisdom and kindness than everyone who thought they're better than her.

[liquidstar]

Yes, Greece still exists, we didn't all die 2000 years ago. Yes, people speak Greek. You people are so fucking stupid for real. So many of you claim to love ancient shit but can't even acknowledge the actual living culture of the people whose mythology and classics you romanticize. You keep leaving annoying comments about how you just forget Greek people still exist, thinking you're being quirky because you love ancient stuff soooo much that you forgot about the people it came from. You think about it so little you don't even realize that an actual Greek person has to read this shit, making it clear how little you actually care about the culture beyond the romanticized (and westernized) mythology. Don't claim you love Greece, don't use our mythology anymore if you can't acknowledge that we're still around without making it about how little you think about us. It's mind boggling that you'd think a Greek person would read this and think you're anything but obnoxious. Explode.

[sparklemaia]

yes I'm now on the other side of top surgery and I'm allowed to lift things again 💪 You might have already seen this one on my substack -- did u know you can subscribe to my substack for early access to comics like this?! Sent directly to your email inbox??? FOR FREE????? (there is also an optional paid tier for exclusive bonus content for five bucks a month but like 80% of my posts will be free and publicly available) ty ily♥

[stellarglowsquiiiid]

Parkour Civilization 1 is about how capitalism incentives the people living within it to keep moving up its ranks (even though it’s functionally impossible to do so), believing they’ll be safe if they just get a bit richer, only to be in a situation that’s even more difficult to maintain. How one bad fall can cost you everything, and how it’s much easier for the rich to avoid making that fall.

Parkour Civilization 2 is about getting betrayed by queercoded bitches (you are parkour Jesus Christ).

[codecicle]

Whar does rpf mean 💔💔💔

historians aren't quite sure. Albert Einstein's last words were "rpf is fine" and we've been searching ever since

[goldensunset]

people who go through the main tags of big and tumultuous fandoms looking for new fresh good posts to reblog are essential to any circle. they’re like true hunter gatherers leaving the safety of settlement and braving the unknown wilderness to find food for the flock. they risk their lives every day and will come back with a few scratches at best and severe psychological damage at worst

[magicicephoenix]

i finally finished reading I see you, Sundrop! by @shirajellyfish and IT'S SO GOOD I CAN'T BELIEVE IT TOOK ME THIS LONG TO FINISH IT RAAAAAAA

i will be gushing about it in the tags but here's a lil animation i made based on the below paragraph in chapter 6 that gave me such a strong mental image that i had to make it real :)