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Me when I see a picture of ✨The Character™✨:
For my fellow fictosexuals~
John Walker the man that you are
I'll never understand the hate behind fictosexuals/selfshippers/literally anyone who just expresses intense emotions about fictional characters, because to me it is just so beautiful.
Like it's incredible to take a character that you never really considered all that much before and then see someone talk about and treat them like they're one of the most important things in their lives (which they probably are) and how that in itself shifts your perception of the character.
Like I followed this blog a while back that selfshipped with Agent One from Helluva Boss, a character that I didn't rlly care about honestly. But I seen all the fanart they posted, all the times they'd gush about him and talk about how much he'd changed their life for the better. And now? Whenever I rewatch Helluva Boss and Agent One comes up I'm filled with a sort of second-hand joy because I know how much he means to someone in this world.
Like it's so amazing to just witness another person's joy and then end up seeing the character in a new light because of that and so I'll never be able to understand people who call it cringe or wrong or sad.
Yes, I'm taken (I'm dating a fictional character inside my head)
Imagine your fictional crush holding you when you’re upset. Their arms wrap around you and your head rests on their shoulder. Maybe they’re smaller than you and trying their best to make you feel protected, maybe they’re larger than you and you’re practically buried in their arms. But no matter how they look or how bad you feel, it’s a promise that they will always be there for you. They will always be there for you, and they will always want to keep you safe.
I just have to say that I’m so glad I’m not the only one who’s fan girling over Isaac Night. However, I do need the record to show that I was crushing on this man the moment I saw him as just a claymation figure.
Him looking undead and beautiful is just a very pleasant bonus. 🖤
I’m absolutely serious when I say he’s genuinely so beautiful in every stage of decay. Even when he smiles it always feels genuine and it gets me smiling too. Let’s not also forget his eyes when they’ve regenerated back. They’re this comforting deep brown that reminds me of fresh grave dirt, could rest peacefully looking at them. Don’t even get me started on the added detail that he has corpse moths flitting around him like some enchanting creature from literature.
I don’t know what it is with this undead mad scientist, but my inner most dark and weird self is infatuated. Perhaps a little obsessed too. I want to cherish his clockwork heart and fix it up so it’s ticking again. Make him a new hand that’ll compliment his mechanical heart.
All the while keeping him preserved until I can stitch him back together. I’d even make sure this time that he had a nice coffin, since the first time he died he was crudely buried in his self-made shallow grave.
I’m 100% aware that this is a bit delusional since Isaac would probably try to eat my brain once he’s reanimated, but that actually doesn’t bother me. I already have a fridge stocked with the nutrients that he’d need to stay alive. If he did take a bite out of me it’s not like I’d die, I’ll just take a bite out of him in return so we’re even.
In this scenario I’m not a doctor, but a rather a mortician. (I’m also a banshee and that’s why I could survive his bite.) It may not be perfect, but I’d do the best I could for my Zombie-boy to make him whole again. Then we would go about our way doing whatever we wish too together.
I recognize that I’ve dug my own grave here, but at least I made room for two. I miss my clockwork heart husband and I love him even in death.
(Please don’t copy my work, but feel free to tag/send me Isaac Night content in the meantime.)