#your fave is a fictive

[yourfaveisafictive]

Your fave is a fictive: YOU

(request by @verdantmeadows)

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[your-faves-are-divorced]

Capt. Spaceboy and Sweetheart from OMORI are divorced!

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[your-fave-has-npd]

Shu Itsuki from Ensemble Stars has NPD!

Was supposed to do post like ten or twenty minutes ago but got busy sorry .. here ya go

[cipher-speaks]

Mandatory introductory post!

Since the MOMENT the original GF show aired, I was kinning YOUR problematic fave; thats well over a decade! And boy oh boy am I SO fucking back. (I never left.)

Keep in mind; at the initial time, I was a child and didn't know what kinning was (small brain, big big plans!) which puts me over the legal drinking age now. No kiddos interact, come back once you hit legality.

I'll be honest, its been years since I've made a sideblog (or a main blog) for kinning; I don't really care either way if people wanna talk to me, but I'm not against having some fun! I'm here for a good time, and for the love of GOD no drama. Does that still happen in kin communities or has everyone finally grown up?

Anyway, I'm shoving every little thing I relate to into this one little sideblog on this shithole of a site. Thats it.

This is my ONE POST I'll make to scream into the void just to establish this new sideblog and why its here; at current time, I don't even have it up and running yet. Not even a profile pic. It doesn't look pretty, but it will eventually! Maybe! We'll see.

[lovelyrotter]

yknow i love transmasc/tboy dirk always and forever but the way some ppl treat transmascness vs transfemmeness in HS's narrative........kinda sucks. like the whole thing about how being transfeminine is a literal transient experience and lets the character in question (any character) truly escape the oppression of HS's narrative-as-a-character which is patriarchal and toxic (lord english, hussie-the-character to an extent. i guess. idk ive seen a lotta ppl lump SI-hussie in w/ this), which is great and does hold weight as an analytical lens esp with how hussie irl is nonbinary. but where does this leave transmasc characters. why are we treating (headcanoned) transfemme HS characters like this and then tbh gleefully dooming (headcanoned) transmasc characters to eternal narrative suffering brought by LE and then mocking them for being ''gross tboys'' full of ''icky testorerone'' so its their fault theyre in this perpetual torment really? because they ''''chose to be a man''''? dunno man its starting to feel bad. especially since some bnf's who are really into this fan theory do actually kinda treat the general idea of transmasculinity like somthing to hold with tongs at arms length away from them. as if its alien or infectous or something and then get really mad when equally dysphoric transmascs do the same with feminity. why are we dooming dirk strider to eternal toxic-masculine suffering and what does that say about how we treat real life transmasc folks both in and outside of the fandom

[incorrect-hs-quotes]

Well hello there, Dash this is a surprise to see you here

Poppin up everywhere like whack-a-mole. Brand new niche internet microcelebrity. Nice to see you too though :]

[ratmanstiles]

If I see one more fucking system say endos are valid I think im gonna fucking eat someone

[phantasia-system]

I did a funny. Original image also under the cut. (Eyestrain warning) -Magnus

[librarycards]

sry if you've answered this before, but do you have any fave or recommended poems centered around or related to disability?

thanks for your patience, i do! i'm including some of my favorite books below, as well as some individual poems.

i've also written some disability-themed pieces/books. Some pieces I've written that may be of interest include these two and these two in Electric Lit, Diagnostician's Note in Protean, RUNNING in X-RAY Lit, Late Summer Dispatch in Princemere, Headcase! in the New Orleans Review, and to a specified fate) and these two in The Institutionalized Review.

books (all of the authors listed also have individual pieces published that are worth checking out!)

Hannah Emerson, The Kissing of Kissing

Twoey Gray, Electrodaughter

Bhanu Kapil, Schizophrene

Sam Sax, Madness

Bettina Judd, Patient.

Jane Shi, Leaving Chang'e On Read

David Wolach, Occultations

Petra Kuppers & Neil Marcus, Cripple Poetics

Phil Smith, Writhing Writing: Moving Toward a Mad Poetics

Edited Anthology: Beauty is a Verb: The New Poetry of Disability

some poems i love (* marks those I have edited/helped bring into the world!):

Jess Silfa, Keeping Up

Dane Lyn, Stoner Termites*

Andy Jackson, Disfigured Fame

BEE LB, Two poems

torrin a. greathouse, SICK4SICK

Nora Hikari, The Fictive's Address

Matthew Tuckner, Cognitive Behavioral Therapy, With Figurative Language

Isaac Pickell, In The Psych Ward*

Zachariah Claypole White, OCD Sonnets

Evan Reynolds, [ABJECTION]*

Jesse Rice-Evans, Snow Moon

hope you find something you like!

[ntrider]

"is fucking a yumejoshi still NTR if your fictive headmate of their fave is doing it" thread closed after not a single response was posted and the user was insta banned

[guccisystem]

OH MY GOD THIS IS AMAZING!!!!! Thank you so much I'm sobbing this is beautiful!!!! I'm so happy!!!!!

Hi @guccisystem!! I was your @touhousecretsanta this year! You mentioned liking Yukari/Yuyuko, Yukari/Reimu, and Yukari/Ran, so here's Yukari giving holiday gifts to her partners - it was really fun to draw!

[Image description: Digitally drawn Touhou Project fanart. Yukari Yakumo gives a giftwrapped bottle of alcohol to Yuyuko Saigyouji, and underneath she's shown sitting across from Reimu Hakurei, who is picking chocolates out of a box. Underneath again, Yukari watches as Ran Yakumo looks at a framed picture of Ran, Yukari, and Chen. Chen holds onto Ran's arm, excited.]

[yourfaveisafictive]

Your fave is a fictive: Your OC

(request by anon)

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[isa-ghost]

Sporadic unfriendly reminder that if you support or like Wilbur Soot AKA William Gold, or support/listen to Lovejoy, you are not welcome on my blog and can and should, in fact, go to Hell for being an abuse apologist. Period.

This includes copium excuses about making SMP Wilbur shit in 2024, even under the guise of "my OC now" bullshit.

Let his stain on mcyt fade. There are a million other wet cat problematic fave cringefail slutboy supreme weirdo or whatever cubitos who deserve your attention and creative energy infinitely more. Let c!Wilbur fucking die. Let o!Wilbur fucking die. Let all of his characters fucking die. He does not deserve the attention, art, fics, none of it.

Systems with Wilbur fictives are the only exception, you are not your source material. You are valid. You do not have the same morals, etc. as your source material.

Dumbfucks who start discourse on this post will be blocked. This is not an open discussion or debate.

William apologists do not interact, eat shit.

[forget-meabh-not]

not a req

HI OOMFIE!!!!! whose your fave II character :3

-crowded

OMG HAIII!!

and well we are a bit biased buttt

-Mic

-Suitcase

-MePhone

-Bow

and Bot!!

(we r biased since we have Bot, Mic and Mephone Fictives :33)

sorry ik that wasn’t just like 1 but shshgdgdhdh

OH ALSO!! Have a random doodle of our suitcase gijinka design thing :33

WBU?!? Who’s your fave :D??

-Link and Ranboo

[waiting-room-sekai]

A couple of small updates!

There is one submission left in the queue (which will post today), so I will try to muster up the spoons to work with the ones we haven't answered yet; however, I (current fronter) know nothing about this game and want to wait for someone who does know more and can give you genuine responses to do so.

We've been considering running a mini event based totally around projecting onto your faves (maybe trying out flag edits?) since we personally have a decent number of "Project Sekai" fictives, and we wanted to see if there was any sort of interest for that.

I think that's all. Have a wonderful day! - Visitor Basil

[holdmytesseract]

Loki x "starry eyes lighting up my darkest night"

Dedicated to @simplyholl who's birthday is at the end of Jan and this is her fave Taylor Swift lyric 😁(a belated present is fine I am sure, no rush!) ❤️❤️

a/n: First off, I'm so so sorry this took me sooo long @lokisgoodgirl ... 😕🙈 Nevertheless, I hope it's a great belated birthday present for @simplyholl ! ☺️😄 I really hope you like it. 🧡

Warnings: None, this is actually pure fluff!

Word Count: 1061

Tagging: @lokisgoodgirl @lovingchoices14 @evelyn-kingsley @jennyggggrrr @acefeather2002 @lulubelle814 @vbecker10 @theaudacitytowrite @lady-rose-moon @aagn360 @fictive-sl0th @mostclevermiss @linaax @peaches1958 @simping-for-marvel @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @stupidthoughtsinwriting @eleniblue @loki-laufeyson-1054 @multifandom-worlds @coldnique

Lyric-Drabble-Mania Masterlist

Based on this song:

Forever In Your Eyes

It felt like you were in a haze. A dream. Somewhere far from reality. Was this really happening?  You asked yourself over and over again. You were more than just present; your brain absorbing every second of those precious moments - and yet, you thought you were daydreaming.

Your nerves were on edge; a warm feeling pooling inside you, starting from your heart. Love. It was nothing but deep, true love. Was this what real happiness felt like? Must be...

That was exactly what just happened barely a few minutes ago. You had married the man of your dreams. The man you loved more than anything in all the nine realms. The man who manages to make you smile, even if you got no reason to smile. Your love reached deeper than the roots of Yggdrasil - and now you were bound together; connected for the rest of both your life's. The shining emerald ring on your finger was the proof.

This was what you always wanted... What you always hoped and wished for. Not many princesses had the luck to choose their future husband. Or well, happening to fall in love for the promised man. In your case, though, it was different...

You didn't have a much luck in your actual wealthy, royal life as the princess of Alfheim. Your father died, when you were just a child. Your mother had troubles getting over his death, fell into a lot of dark holes, which caused the kingdom to almost fall. Almost. Your life wasn't always filled with blessings, or offered you many choices, but for this one time, fate was kind to you. Meeting Loki was a coincidence. Falling in love with him was destiny. Marrying him was a promise.

All eyes were directed on you. You could feel everybody's gaze on you. The little hairs on the back of your neck standing up straight, as you stepped with slow, elegant steps towards Loki, who waited for you in the middle of the grand ballroom of the Alfheim palace. The handsome god had a smile on his face; hands fidgeting with the hem of the sleeves of his beautiful, elegant green, black and gold tunic. He was nervous, just like you. Having so many eyes on him wasn't a thing he was used to. His eyes travelled up and down your body, feeling his heart skip a beat at the stunning emerald green wedding dress you wore. His colours. You were wearing his colours. If this wouldn't be your wedding anyway, you'd show everybody that you belonged to him. That you were his.

It felt like time slowed down, as you finally reached him and placed your hand in his. You couldn't help but exchange a loving smile with your husband, as he pulled you gently closer. He raised your intertwined hands, pressed a soft kiss on your knuckles, before he reluctantly let go of your hand again. Seconds later, gentle music started to play, signalling you and Loki, that it was time to start your wedding dance. It was a soft tune. Romantic, happy, but still had a royal touch to it. You and Loki circled each other. His hands were firmly crossed behind his back, as he moved elegantly around you. His head always followed his movements, not letting you out of his sight. Just like you did. Loki took a step closer to you then. Your husband uncrossed his arms from behind his back and reached out for you. The moment his hand came into contact with the clothed skin of your waist, you had to fight off a gasp. The contact caused a shiver to run down your spine; sending sparks through your whole body. You knew this would happen, and yet his touch overwhelmed you. It wasn't an inappropriate touch, but it felt so intense and intimate. You quickly refocused, head snapping up to meet his gaze - which was just as intense as his touch. Your eyes locked - and you shortly feared you were going to drown in those oceanic blue orbs. They held so much love, causing your heart to skip a beat. You saw your future in Loki's eyes. Everything that was, is and was going to be. In that moment, you knew he was forever going to be your tower of strength. Your safe haven. There was nothing to be afraid of. Not with Loki by your side. Not with those starry eyes sparking up my darkest night, you thought with a smile. This love was going to last forever.

Oh how much you wanted to kiss him right now, but you couldn't. This was your wedding dance, after all...

At some point the song picked up a bit, signalling you and Loki, that the romantic part was soon over and with that your first dance as a wedded couple. You and Loki did one last spin, with a hand on each other's waist, before you both let go; hands intertwining once again, as you took in your final position. You smiled at him, just like he was smiling at you, pure love radiating from the both of you.

Dancing came just naturally to you both. Not just because you had practiced this dance quite a few times before your wedding, no, but also because you were enjoying it so much. You floated somewhere on cloud nine with Loki and that was exactly what this dance represented. You enjoyed every second of this dance, every step you and Loki took on the marble floor. He spun you gently in a circle, causing your dress to sway with the movement, before held onto your waist again, leading you elegantly over the dance floor.

All the people who attended this royal wedding stood on the side-lines, watching you and Loki with dreamy smiles.

The song didn't stop, though. It just changed, signalling everybody that the dance floor was declared open now; inviting the guests to join in on the dance - which almost everybody did. Within a few moments, you and Loki were surrounded by happily dancing couples. You looked around, amazed. It was a sight to behold. But before you could marvel longer at the breath-taking sight, you felt Loki's hands on your waist again, pulling you into the next dance. Yes, this was truly the happiest day in your life.