#soul tails fictive

[fandomsoda]

“I’m traumatized, emotionally stunted, somehow still a genius, and I want my fucking estrogen.”

Stimboards for our collective members 6 - Soul Tails, our mechanic, inventor, pseudo-medic, and disaster transfem

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[speedysoda]

Someee EXE related fictionfolk userboxes for y’all. Free to use.

Character userboxes without character art below the cut

[gold-snek-hoe]

Hello and welcome to Opinions from an Internet Nobody. Today's essay:

"Ger therapy" is the new "You need Jesus": One Weirdo's Navigation through Cultural Shame

This is a supposedly well-meaning sentiment that is often weaponized against people who are behaving outside of perceived cultural norms. It's a favorite of homophobes who see queerness/transness as a mental illness, but I've been seeing it used to demonize kink (which historically is often linked to queerness), and more generally any "weird" behavior that makes people uncomfortable.

For example, otherkin, systems (especially those with fictives), and people who take fictional characters as partners. Y'know, "weirdos" who "can't separate reality from fiction." And, sure, sometimes there can be a problem with that distinction, but I know as well as you that most internet strangers saying "get therapy" don't actually give a shit about the mental health of those they target. It's code for "your behavior makes me uncomfortable, stop it."

Same sentiment as "you need Jesus."

This has actually taken me a long time to figure out. I've been in therapy for my entire adult life, working through various traumas, severe depression, anxiety, all that. Those were the biggest problems as they negatively impacted, and often endangered, my life. It was only after my hospitalization in 2020, where I was finally put on much needed medication, that I could start to grow into myself.

I changed my name. I top surgery. I came out as polyamorous. I finally got my official autism diagnosis. Now I'm fuckin' married! But... there are still things I'm working through in therapy. Mainly, shame over my "weirder" behaviors. My current therapist has been a huge blessing in helping me accept the things I was too ashamed to admit.

Now, I feel comfortable enough to share.

I'm otherkin. Always have been. My connection to my humanity is tenuous, and I'm sure that's connected to my autism. When mad, I feel phantom horns sprouting from my forehead. I have a tail that swishes back and forth at the base of my spine. In my soul, I am monstrous, and years of therapy has not erased that.

I feel like I'm only half in the physical world most of the time. This doesn't hinder my real-world success (I graduated college Summa Cum Laude, have an IMDB page, and am on my third book), but informs the way I look at the world. There's a whole other universe in my head that hums along with me in my day-to-day. That's part of why I'm so skilled as a writer. To ask me to divorce from that is to tell me to stop existing. Sorry, it's how I've always operated.

Lastly, and this is the one I'm really anxious about, I have a fictional husband. Now, looking at my blog, you might say "yeah, no shit," but I don't just ship myself with him. I mean I practice pop-culture Witchcraft, and the Goblin King is my patron. I mean I have a Labyrinth-themed tarot deck that I talk to him with. I mean I held a ritual to spiritually marry him. Basically, I Snape-wived myself.

And guess what? My therapist isn't concerned. It's not hurting my ability to live my life. I have other interests, hobbies, and goals outside of him, which he actively encourages in all our tarot sessions! I wouldn't be doing this if he didn't support me. My IRL spouse is usually there for whatever magical shit I'm doing, and supports me! Some of my closest friends know, and the only complaint I've gotten is "this guy seems important to you, I wish you told me sooner." Hell, my MOTHER knows and supports me, which is huge, because our relationship was pretty damaged after I came out as trans.

If you have a problem with the way I live my life, when literally nobody else does, take a good long look at why. You don't give a fuck about my mental health. You just don't like that I'm weird.

Tl;dr: My mental health is better than it's ever been since embracing the weird, so leave me and my imaginary husband Marak Sixfinger alone.

[the-fictive-haven]

Our master list of sources - ALWAYS sourcemate searching!! Endo/non traumagens welcome and singlets welcome to interact :)

-The Amazing Digital Circus we have a fricking ton of fictives, we genuinely cannot keep track of them all. Theres like TWO DOZEN of these fuckers, most of em versions of the main cast. Seriously anyone from TADC interact, please.

-Sonic the hedgehog (we have Sonic, Tails, Amy, Shadow, Nine, Sage, as well as a nonverbal little Tails)

-Higurashi (we have Satoko, Rika and Rena)

-No Game No Life (we have Shiro and Izuna)

-She-ra (2018) (we have Adora, Glimmer, Bow, Entrapta, Catra, and Double Trouble)

-Madoka Magica (we have Madoka, Sayaka and Kyoko)

-Vocaloid/UTAU (we have Teto from Mesmerizer and Miku from Magical Cure Love Shot!)

-Danganronpa (only the main three games) (we have Junko, Makoto, Chihiro and probably others)

-FNAF (we have a Circus Baby)

-Soul Eater (we have a Crona/Kurona (we use either spelling))

-Maimaimaigoen (Shinta, Maria, and a few others)

-Needy Girl Overdose/Streamer Overload (Ame-chan and KAngel, they are separate people)

If you or someone in your sys is from any of these, message us please we'd love to meet you! We're happy to add you on discord ^w^ Everyone also feel free to rb (actually please do), comment and send asks!

[fictionkinfessions]

{ i'm so tired of sitting here waiting for the day i might find them, you know? i'm friends with hms fictives and fictionkins and some of them already have their other thirds. it seems to be everyone except me. and any other fictionkin i find i know aren't my halves, but it'd be nice to become friends with a heart and mind even if theyre not mine and finally feel at home, you know? even with the consequences that may come with it. maybe i'm too sentimental, especially towards people who made my life hell. but i miss them. i miss my halves, tails. } - the soul, cccc #🩸🔱

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[sodasbubble]

Additional info

So, we’re a small, fictive-heavy plural “system” (we don’t necessarily think the term system fits but it’s a simple way to sum things up). What does that necessarily mean? Well let me just say some things here.

First of all yes, we used to call ourselves fictionkin. This was pre-syscovery and we’re still slowly transitioning to presenting as plural on our other blogs, be patient.

I will not disclose too much info about all of us, but I will establish who a few of us are.

We have a Dream Sans 💫, a Curse Sonic 💙, a Rewrite Sonic ⭕️, a Soul Tails ❤️‍🩹, and a Tails doll 📍. This is not a complete list of our fictives nor headmates, just those that will likely post here the most.

However, here are all of the emoji tags we use, one per headmate: 🥤(host)💙⭕️💫☄️❤️‍🩹📀🛠📍⚫️💟🖌💽🍥 ☀️ ✖️ 🌸

We love talking to sourcemates! Please interact!

Doubles welcome as well!

Our Dream was the primary person who ran this blog for a while so most of the info here pertains to their stuff, and I’ll keep some of it here in case it’s useful.

We sometimes post about both Dream and Nightmare and wholesome sibling stuff. If that stuff evokes bad or painful feelings for you, block “#apple sibs”

For personal reasons I’d like it if Cross x Dream-centric blogs/aggressive Cream shippers did not interact. Normal fans of the pairing are fine, but if you push it on to people please DNI. It makes our Dream uncomfortable.

Dream also likes to reblog ship stuff here so we should mention that. Exclusively wholesome and safe ship stuff, but ship stuff nonetheless, and most of it is based on his exomemories. If all ships make you uncomfortable, block “#ship stuff”

Drink -> My Ink was Dream’s queerplatonic partner. They will therefore reblog Drink stuff. If uncomfy, block “#ink <3”

Driller -> He had a bond with his Killer If uncomfy, block “#killer <3”

Horrordream -> She had an odd bond with her Horror If uncomfy, block “#horror <3”

That’s about it, otherwise expect a lot of EXE/Sonic fandom content as well from us.

Last updated (mm/dd/yy): 1/6/25

[kinonicaltrickster]

Kin List! + Me

fox/vix [me!] - 🐾foxy

Giovanni Potage [Epithet Erased] - 🧶giovanni potage

(fanon) Bendy [Bendy And The Ink Machine/Dark Revival] - ✒️devil darling bendy

Sally Starlet [Welcome Home] - ⭐sally starlet

Birthday [Rhyme And Reason] - 🪅birthday bash

Shuichi Saihara [Danganronpa] - 🔍shuichi saihara

Hajime Hinata [Danganronpa] - 👔hajime hinata

Khonjin [Khonjin House] - 🍕khonjin

Pent/Shelby [Supermental] - 🧿shelby/pent

Marceline + Marshal Lee [Adventure Time] - marcy/marsh🎸

Cheesy [Inanimate Insanity] - 🧀cheesy

Tails Doll [Sonic The Hedgehog] - 📍tails doll

Rainbow Dash [My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic] - 🌈rainbow dash

Susie [Deltarune] - 🦖bully buster susie

The Mangle/Toy Foxy [Five Night’s at Freddy’s 2] - 💄mangled matter

The Soul [Chonny Charming Chaos Compendium] - 🔱the soul eclectic

Sonic The Hedgehog [Sonic Franchise] - 🦔literal sonic speed

Bill Cipher [Gravity Falls] - ⚠️one eyed monster

Polle [Mouthwashing] - 🐴product of consumption

Click Clack [Great God Grove] - 🗒️sounds of a typewriter

Hyde [The Glass Scientists] - 🎩hyde and seek

friends and others tags here!

[moonlightreal]

Field Guide chapter 1

The first chapter is entitled What Are Otherkin and is an introduction to the idea.  Lupa defines otherkin as “a person who believes that, through either nonphysical or (much more rarely) physical means, s/he is not entirely human.” 

This includes:

Therianthropes, people with the souls of real animals,

Mythological animals, dragons etc.

Vampires, both energy and blood-drinking

Angelkin and demonkin, from whichever culture

Kitsune, fox-spirits

Multiples and Walk-ins, people who are more than one person

Otakukin/Mediakin, who identify with characters from fiction, usually anime

This list is interesting because it shows how definitions have changed between 2007 and 2021.  Today’s mythicals, shifters, soulbonders and fictives are similar but present slightly differently.  There’s also the inclusion of Multiples, which shows up today in the phenomenon of “DID fakers on tiktok” which deserve their own post, and which I don’t think are fakers exactly.

There’s a section on “Awakening,” the usually slow process of discovering one’s true nature. Awakening is described as an onging process; what you are might change over time as you discover more about yourself.  It was mentioned that some people assume they’re wolf therians just because wolves are so popular and cool, and there’s so much werewolf lore, but as someone grows they realize their animal self is actually something else.

There’s also the question of how many otherkin are in the world.  Lupa got 150 surveys and has heard of another researcher who got about 400.  But counting only people who knew about the survey and answered it is a fairly meaningless number.

Lupa also wonders about why more people kin cool species like wolves and elves rather than deermice or trolls.  Theory: “certain types of beings ‘translate’ into human form better, if we take the idea that otherkin are reincarnated from nonhuman lives.”  or knowledge from lives that vibe with life in a human body comes through better.  People may find it easier to find their kinship to familiar animals than to ones they know less about.  

There’s also a section called A Day in the Life of Otherkin, about how most nonhumans live fairly basic human lives.  Many are into magic or into nerdy stuff like science fiction, fantasy and anime.  Lupa also reports from her surveys that “coming out” as otherkin tend to get teased but she hasn’t heard of anyone being “forcibly institutionalized, drugged, disowned, or otherwise abused for coming out as ‘kin.”  There are some stories here, a woman who goes out to howl every full moon to embrace her wolf self, and some talk about animals responding differently to people with animal souls.  It also goes into phantom body parts, people who have tails or wings that they can feel but nobody else can.

Then there’s a section on mythological precedent, gods and things incarnating in human form, and the idea that many ancient gods were not immortal beings and could have died and been reincarnated.  The chapter concludes with sections on the history of the otherkin community and how it looks today, which should be its own post, one on symbols including the seven-pointed star.

And that’s chapter one!  

...I forgot how long it takes to write summaries T_T

[silentexplorer18]

Epilogue

Word Count: 2,500+

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Draco smoothed the front of his cardigan and adjusted his ring, twirling it once, twice, thrice around his finger for good luck.  You were watching him from the doorway, an amused smile twitching on your lips.

“Don’t be nervous.  You’ll do great.”

He gave you a halfhearted grimace through the mirror.  Hopefully things would go well, but the ache in his gut wouldn’t let him believe it could go well.  The headline from the morning’s paper still skittered through his brain.  Ex-Death Eater Draco Malfoy Unveils War Novel on Motives: An Exposé by Rita Skeeter.

You reached forward to squeeze his arm, chase away the worries that danced in his mind.  “Everything will be great.  I just know it.”

He managed to give you a real smile that time, hand reaching up to meet your own.

You liked to tell people Draco had taken to writing “like a duck to water,” but that hadn’t been the case at all.  The stories seemed to pull him under, drowning him in the clamber to escape from his soul.  Really, they wrote themselves.  Draco just listened to what they wanted him to say.  He could only hope that he would be able to explain it, coherently make sense of his intentions in some capacity.

Thankfully, The Quibbler was sending someone relatively relaxed to do the interview.  At least, that’s what the owl had claimed a few days prior when they reached out.  He was a bit choosey with his interviews, though not increasingly so because few deigned to write genuine reviews about his novels.  Thankfully Luna’s paper was relatively unbiased against him, so there was that.  He hoped whoever he was meeting—Argon? Adergon? He couldn’t recall—wouldn’t make things too difficult.

He felt your lips graze his cheek, pulling him from his thoughts.  “You’ll do great, darling.  And I’ll be here with lunch when you get back.”

Your unwavering support always shattered any fear he possessed.

~

They met at a coffee shop, informal but cozy, for the interview.  Draco sipped on some green tea as he waited, idly watching the people meandering along the shop windows across the street.

It was a quaint weekend morning; it made him think of waking up early to play quidditch in the yard before breakfast when he was a child.  He felt like he’d been transported worlds away from whoever that little boy had been.  Maybe that was for the best.

When the shop’s bell dinged, Draco started, retracting his hand from his cup as a man reached out to shake.

“Draco Malfoy?”  Draco nodded, inwardly chuckling at the man’s politeness in feigning ignorance on who Draco was.  His face has been printed in enough papers, no one would ever be able to forget post-war Draco in all his gaunt, exhausted glory.  The man carried on regardless.  “Adeon Heinrik.  Nice to meet you.”

Draco’s smile was stiff, but it always was with strangers.  Polite formality had been ingrained in him since birth; using it nowadays always made him uncomfortable, a muscle memory he didn’t care for.

Adeon settled into the chair opposite him, charming a quill like he’d seen Skeeter do all those years ago.  Perhaps this was payback for all the times he’d subtly suggested Potter was up to more antics to get the paparazzi on his tail.  Now Draco understood the discomfort of interviews.

Additionally, a recording device was placed on the edge of the table, charmed to catch their conversation and store it for later broadcasting.  Radio interviews had become quite the literary rage; how could The Quibbler resist expanding their reporting style?

Adeon adjusted his tie, clearing his throat subtly.  “This is The Quibbler Book Talks and I’m Adeon Heinrik here today to discuss Draco Malfoy’s latest work.  So, Mr. Malfoy, this article will be focusing primarily on your newest work, Snow on Peacock Street, a war memoir on your experiences with Voldemort, as well as the tale of your rocky relationship with your current wife.”  Draco nodded, and Adeon continued.  “However, before we discuss your newest novel, I’d like to take a look at your other works.  Dark Absolute and Scaled Terror were released seven and three years ago respectively.  Two Young Adult themed works, you delve into the fictive worlds of Algernon and Evelyn where the protagonists face incredible choices between family, faith, and country.  You also released a collection of essays titled The Purpose of Family, which was later synthesized into a children’s picture book four years ago.  Children, teens, you’ve focused on a young audience up until recently.  What’s your motivation for writing a war memoir now, for honing in on an adult audience?”

Draco licked his lips, fiddling with his ring under the table.  “Well, Mr. Heinrik, the truth of the matter is that the children weren’t there.”  Adeon’s eyes flickered with confusion, but Draco carried on, hoping his point would make sense.  “Unlike the children now that have a bit of a reprieve, I was a child of the war.  Although it was clearly the wrong side, it was a necessary burden that many of my peers faced as well.  We had been raised on tradition and weren’t willing to sacrifice our families at any cost.  However, the children, they aren’t having to make choices like that at present.  My works remain fictional because I can’t undo my past, but I can place the readers into similar morally unsteady situations.  Perhaps they can be more prepared to make their own choices after facing the situations in my novels.”

Adeon sat forward in his seat, eyes glued to Draco like a siren attempting to lure words from his lips.  Draco took a sip of tea, trying to hide the nervousness he felt as Adeon stepped in with the next question.  “That’s an excellent point.  But your newest work is obviously a war novel.  Why do you feel now is the right time to publish it?  Have things settled enough that it’s the right time to critique the situation from both sides?”

Oh dear.  “No,” he answered with a cool wave of his hand.  Or, as cool as he could manage with the worry jittering through his nerves.  He could feel it coming, the twisted commentary about his choices already lapping at his feet.  “Truthfully, there will never be a ‘right time’ to talk about the war.  No matter how much time passes, my generation will never be untainted by those experiences.  My intention isn’t to advocate that my side was better, nor to paint myself as some perfectly good person.  It’s merely to give an examination of the other side, to provide some humanity to the actions that occurred.”

“Provide some humanity, what do you mean by that?”

“Well,” he twisted his ring under the table, “there’s certainly a lot more nuance to human experience than the black-and-white exhibited in most modern war talks.  In discussing the experiences I had, perhaps it can provide some humanity and understanding for those who have had or will have similar experiences.  Of course, the Death Eaters’ actions—my actions—were reprehensible.  Our choices should not be absolved based on a single text.  Yet, the burden of choice is never easy, and being raised to take the wrong side or face death is a situation as old as time itself.  Perhaps the reasoning behind my actions and others will help those who face similar situations again someday.”

Adeon nodded, glancing down at his notes.  “I’m currently with Mr. Draco Malfoy as we discuss his latest work, Snow on Peacock Street.  The war novel, published in late November, has received praise from Philanthropist Harry Potter as well as Minister of Magic Hermione Granger.  However, less-than-stellar reviews have come from Head Auror Ronald Weasley.”  He looked up from his notes.  “Let’s discuss that for a moment.  Any ideas on why the Head Auror dislikes your latest work?”

Draco chuckled, running his thumb along the edge of his teacup.  “I’m afraid not everyone can have excellent taste in books.”

Adeon laughed, and Draco joined him.  Something on the recorder flashed red before returning to green.  He hoped it hadn’t broken.  Adeon seemed unbothered.

“So is that all it is?  He merely has poor taste while Minister Granger and Mr. Potter possess better taste?”

The thought put a grin on his face before he could really stop it.  “It’s certainly a nice way of putting it.”  Slowly, the smile dropped from his face.  He twirled his ring again.  Once.  Twice.  Thrice.  “I suppose it’s more to do with our past and upbringing.  Although I’m flattered Potter and Granger enjoy my work, I’m afraid I’m rather undeserving of their praise.”

“I see,” Adeon nodded, sensing Draco’s discomfort.  “Let’s talk about your work itself for a moment.  Your Young Adult novels have rather intense titles, I’m sure reflecting the nature of the work.  Yet your newest novel is titled Snow on Peacock Street.  It seems a bit lighthearted for a war story.”

“Partially because it isn’t.  At least, not in the beginning.  When I was a child, we had these marvelous peacocks.  Bright and beautiful.  They went to Naghini during the war, though; the last bit of brightness sucked out of the Manor.  It seemed a fitting reminder of what once was, to describe it as ‘Peacock Street.’  Though, it also reflects my relationship with (Y/n).” 

“Your relationship with (Y/n)?  In what way is that?”

“She’s…” He looked for the right word.  The English vocabulary didn’t seem to have a word spectacular enough for you.  “She was a lightness then.  She’s a lightness now, too.  But especially then.  It felt like the world was so hopeless and dark.  And then she showed up with a book and changed my life.  I couldn’t have survived without her.”

Adeon was smiling.  Maybe his interview hadn’t gone so poorly after all.

“And she’s written a book as well, hasn’t she?”

“Yes!  Yes,” he beamed, thinking of the smile on your face when you came home with the first printed copy.  “Her memoir Forgotten Burns and Papercuts will be available for sale next month.  It’s truly marvelous; I highly recommend reading it.”

“I’m sure you’re a bit biased in that regard, but I’ll take your word for it.”  Adeon glanced back down at his notes.  “Alright, we’re almost out of time for today.  Would you mind reading a little excerpt from Snow on Peacock Street to close us off?”

“Of course, I’d love to,” Draco said, taking the marked book Adeon passed to him.  It was only a few pages in, but hopefully it would be compelling enough to attract a few readers.

He cleared his throat, ring glinting in the light as he pressed the pages down to read.

They told me they loved me.  But what really is love without death?  What’s love without suffering and fear and hunger?  How do you find love amongst everything?  You can’t.  It’s impossible.  It may come in fleeting fragments, in silvery flutters like the faint trace of a Patronus.  Yet you never truly find it until there’s nothing else in the way.  When stripped bare before the masses, you find love.

Seldom is it expressed in gifts or other material, flowery things.  It rubs you raw, claws at your throat, tears you limb from limb.  Love is being faced with death and finding something worth living for.  It’s the cold blooded fear before a battle, the ripped cry of the lonely, the desperation of a dying man.  Contentment breeds complacency.  But fear breeds love.  I suppose that’s how I found her then.  How I loved her amongst a darkness so pungent it rotted the soul and slaughtered person after person with it.

I didn’t love her in an all-consuming fury, not until the world was dark and she was there, blinding, brilliant, stinging against my fingertips like fresh fallen snow, to remind me that my life couldn’t be over yet.

I would learn many things from her, but this, love roaring against the dying embers of life, would be her ultimate teaching.  It showed me more about the world than I could possibly describe, but in this text, I’ll attempt to impart that knowledge on you.

He glanced back up at Adeon, who barely looked composed as he shuffled in his seat, glanced down at his notes.

“That was Mr. Draco Malfoy reading an excerpt from his newest novel Snow on Peacock Street, available through Wizz Hard Books publishing company.  Mr. Malfoy, thank you for joining me today.”

“Thank you for having me,” he nodded.

“That will conclude this week’s edition of The Quibbler Book Talks.  I’m Adeon Heinrik, and I’ll see you next week when we join…”

~

The article had been a hit.  His work had been rather well reviewed all things considered.

Yours had done even better.  Hermione Granger had even written to you personally with compliments.  Though, it seemed only fitting as the torture scenes hit a bit close to home.

Draco had nearly retched proofing those scenes.  You’d had to hold him close for hours, reminding him that he didn’t know, that things had ended up okay.  The two of you had made it out alive.  He’d twisted his ring around his finger.  Once.  Twice.  Thrice.  You were alive.  Things were okay.

Things were better than okay.

Headmistress McGonagall had agreed to let the two of you deliver your books to the library for students to read.  Of course, the conditions required that you come during Winter Holiday when the students wouldn’t be distracted by your arrival, but that made things all the better.

Two copies, both as pristine and polished as ever, were handed to Madam Pince.  She thanked the both of you, moving to put them on the proper shelves.

Rather than leave, you pulled Draco toward the back corner of the library, smiles curling on both of your faces.

It felt like ages since the two of you had seen the dusty shelves where you’d spent years playing chase amongst the covers.  Names familiar and foreign dominated the shelves, mostly old, handwritten collections that would seldom be read.  Only the passionate—only people like you—would pull them down to decipher the hurried texts, pulled straight from the soul of the authors.

Draco pulled his hand away from yours, tracing the cover of the worn, black notebook.  It was no longer pristine, the interior scribbled and smeared with ink and the cover well worn with use.  His novel, the original.  It had been primarily completed after his first year of writing it, but he hadn’t been ready then to publish it, to even consider publishing it.  Sometimes he still couldn’t believe he’d printed the words, had them reproduced.  But he needed it.  He wanted it.

Your hands traced over a set of carefully bound parchments.  Your first draft, scratched out, written in the margins, revised.  The raw, the original.  Lines messy with emotion, edges crinkled with touch.

You looked up at the shelves.  It had all begun with those shelves, with those books.  Stories of ancient wizards and desperate souls.  And, oh, how your lives found ways to mirror those stories, mimic the past.

Draco pushed two books apart, making space on the shelves.  Delicately, you placed your set of parchments there, Draco’s notebook following.

Someone else could find your stories one day, remember your lives in all their messy, unpolished glory.  But in the meantime, they’d grow dust waiting for another soul to remember, to wonder, to learn.  The words would wait for a soul like yours.

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A/N: Thank you for reading!  It’s been so much fun writing this series.  I hope you enjoyed.  Sending you all the love! ~Silent

[mysticaiwitchery]

Hi Luther again (I’m bored)

Source questions??

Source questions for a Luther (Needlem0use VHS) fictive:

What do you remember while alive, if anything?

What was your favorite memory with your friends?

If you weren’t stuck in Tails, which character would you rather your soul be stuck in?

What do you regret the most?

What is your favorite memory while being trapped in the game?

If you could go back and change one thing, what would it be?

That’s all I could think of! Have a good day / night Luther!

[themythsystem]

Bean’s Intro

heyyyyoooo, I’m bean. I’m 15-16. my birthdays may 30th. i’m a fictive((one of james characters))((he’s trying to be an author, its his life ambition i think)).

im a demiromantic pansexual. i have a boyfriend named elliot((hes in he system too))((he’s also a fictive and we’re canonally((??)) together)).

im a redhead soooo i got no soul or will to live ayoooo. uhhhhh. im anxious as fuck and tend to ramble a lot. im one of the system memes.

i was originally a vent character so james gave me a shit ton of problems((my first name is actually james too ?? im that much of a vent lmao. we r different though i promise lmao)). pretty much he made me((in his book)) more social((only bc im so anxious i ramble and i also tend to wan to be beat up bc i deserve it so i go bother people hoping to get beat up or offered drugsssss)). im kind of an embodiment of all his problems lmao. ((when he couldnt handle something he would vent with me. like if he was suicidal hed write about me trying to kill myself. we both got a lot of problems lmao.))

but then i became part of his system sooooo. yeaaaa. idk when i broke off tto be honest(( it was somewhere from 7th grade to now since my character was made in the summer before 7th grade i believe ??)).

i know some of us broke off when james friend died but idk who or anything. i just know theres a lot of us((we’re pretty much at 30 for james list. like thats how many he knows of)).

uhhhhh. i really like corgis and have a lot of useless knowledge about them. ((im aututistic and they’re one of my special interests))). i also like cats((especially the flufffy ones with nub tails or no tails or hairless cats !! im a bit of a cat person unlike elliot whos a complete dog person lmoa))

sooooo yeaaaaa. idk what else to really put. i mean i could keep rambling ((i am really bored rn)) but i dont really have the attention span for it((or anything tbhhh)).

- bean

[speedysoda]

Extended info!

oki sooo here’s just some stuff about me and what you might see here

Mainline Sonic stuff:

🌟Fav characters - Tails, Silver, Nine, Metal Sonic, Infinite, Tails Doll (he’s official so I count it as mainline)

💖Fav ships - None really! There are some that I like, but none of them are things I get too excited about, besides Tailsmo

⚠️Important note: Even though I am not specifically a massive fan of any particular pairings, there are still a lot that I think are cute! If I reblog something ship, it’s because I think it’s cute and believe the ship to be ethical. If I accidentally reblog/interact with anything that falls under the category of pro/com/dark ship, please let me know. Don’t forget to provide an actual explanation of what’s wrong with the pairing as well. Same goes for exe stuff.

💽Fav media - Sonic Prime, Sonic X, Sonic Twitter Takeovers, Sonic Forces, Sonic Mania

🔗Links* - Tails, Nine

EXE stuff:

🌟Fav characters - Curse, NormalCD, Soul Tails, Rewrite, Sunky, Hog, Miles (Rewrite!Tails), Tails Doll (he goes here too by association lol)

⚠️Important Note: My affection for a character in no way reflects my opinion of its original creator. Despite my love for NormalCD, I despise her original creator and only firmly support her reclaimed (and now discontinued) iteration.

💖Fav ships - Also pretty much none, besides Curse and his canon partners. Endlesscycles is funny though, even if I don’t earnestly ship it.

💽Fav media - not found any standalone projects that speak to me yet :P

⭕️ Headmates** - Curse, Rewrite, Soul Tails, Tails Doll (creepypasta variant specifically so goes here)

last updated (m/d/y): 11/9/24

*describes characters that are either copinglinks (I associate myself with them as a way to deal with my own struggles) or that I strongly relate to, to the point of potentially being them, but have had no true connections with yet. This is essentially the “I associate these characters with myself but they aren’t literally me. Yet.” category.

**There is a fictive of this character somewhere in our collective. They may post sometimes. This is not a complete list.

[castlehead]

[: THIS BIRD OF MERCY,]

Beyond genius and in the realm of soul: For genius marks upon’t certainty Of works, has the character of explanation, yet is untampered by it, is Surety spending where it could not, all just to prove a handle on The altar in any way: a fictive top to what is not a mountain but Breakable as bone, yet the which is seen a summit fetishized, A lunatic haven, fetishized by the soft racket of genius so-called, and Wherein is found a mother for its speeches, creeping when it calls So we think, yet in no ways so furtive as that, the accent A loudness plagued out of the humanest nuance by its certainty Of clop, or smear’d tread towards ultimatum, nay even With a chaperone sometimes, accompanying our dwindling scrape with the Invisible, indeed a lie and a human sin of humours, However an especial sin, dismissing the bounty of grand chaos With dese requiems to its dearth, or dull glory with rejoicing, when the Truest aim should go nowhere but nowhere, be under no duress Of this ‘secondary altar’ made to paint our birthplace, find a face in That faceless, studded source, while yet nature is the altar itself, But denied this uninvited ‘genius’ nonsense I have overwrought to tears Anyway, the tangles of intelligence of a brat, too little heaving his Breaths between the figurative spaces of blank wire, so as not to Stir the falsities. An oath or two unto, agreement with, a liable Tongue or two, stray and wagging as a dog, knowledge yet nothing Without necessity for privileges of ‘best’ or ‘culminating’ supposed By faceless genius. Nature’s privilege is withal this bracken, might Sell me might: a fair trade for a turn to be a nature more than genius But the reality of the soul, as if so long in queue, now an elegantly Banking forth exactitude without a surgeon’s act that is assumed The careful soul of things, when it is if anything a mere Pith felt of many of human carefulness a stiffness up against The gilded pith beyond mere human sense, however full of sound Or heartless whispers, not spun from it, what spun just to seek back To the source, only finding limited, Fanatic forms, criminally staid with eager Cause for Why; deformed by that same Eagerness, and ruining what facts That genius bellows from its mount, As if it knew the leagues of suffering sea Below, and warping wonder endlessly For sake of some judicious columned Brace against an answer the more genius, Like something real that inundates the soul With calm, yet storms i’the head an irony That is the want of genius, to bestow Itself on it: as if the real thing Were insincere compared to what it made. The soul, it needs no ‘wherefore’ to fade Its dignity; no ornamental breaching into Somber stages of epiphany, but is left Alone the most as what it always is: Might as well call life the person made, Over the brigade of little sins That make up the character and glee Of anyone who can be bothered to be. It weren’t your choice, yet is to live fate well. The method to this explanation’s hell Unspools my meaning from its tidy shell. Oh grief, Be mine if I can have my soul, though brief Upon this planet, carry my carnage To where it is in short supply. We need Our baseness, and our evil, to be freed. So unto you I claim this is No wrongful deed but for against itself Like the vain paradox of genius Greets its quaint throne, and sits Upon the feigning soul in confidence When really, the organism of the soul Is consciousness that wills us to a goal Not from, invading like some fair dragon of ideas All tail and wriggling fury of itself into a synthesis of motion; So is it best to lay this on the shelf To gather dust, and mark humanity The place where soul is goodness and calamity, But no fat wager of the best of things? That genius is no agon is what stings The bird with no wings, remembering his martyred flight.

[fictionkinfessions]

:00 More Sonic.EXE fictives!!!

-Depths (Sink Sonic), Xenophanes, and Soul Tails!

~🌧️🌿🪶 gang

[fictionkinfessions]

How do I put this...

I wasn't one to fall in love easily, despite finding a lot of people attractive. I simply didn't have the time to worry about such trivial things... I was simply more focused onto my position, my duties.

But then, he would turn to me and bandage my bruises, tell me to be more careful with a sigh on his lips.. (I stared at his lips for a little too long). I would promise him to take care, and I would always notice the faint wag of his tail upon hearing that. It was.. cute. And every time he would patch me up, I could feel the touch of his fingers linger on my skin.

Not only that, but when I would come around the city, she would somehow run into me. She was always ecstatic upon seeing me, I was a little embarrassed. She would drag me by the arm and show me around, whilst making sure I wasn't overwhelmed. She would show me the dances she was working on, ones nobody but me had seen.

Tighnari and Nilou, respectively, they made me feel.. love. I never thought I would fall in love, and man, was I a mess when I figured out the kind of feelings I had for them both.

Ultimately, I dated the both of them in a polyamorous relationship. Remembering this happiness pulls me through. I loved them both dearly, and I love them both still. I miss them, and I hope they know they're simply amazing, the kindest souls one could have hoped for.

If I meet them again, no matter what we will be in this life, I just hope they know how much I care for them.

Love you both, take care for me, and I promise I'll be careful as well.

— Cyno (Fictive) from Genshin Impact.

#☁️🌙 if it isn't taken.

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