ik it’s not exactly on my profile anywhere but feel free to also call me any of my other sources names as well 🙂↕️. my icon typically shows which i’m more shifted towards but any of my “full charged” sources ( if you’ve seen my source list ) you can call me any time, unless otherwise said :)!
Other nonhuman/alterhuman folks or nonhuman alters in systems, anyone else have negative phantom feelings? I feel like those aren't talked about enough. Like yeah sometimes it is just feeling like you have ears or a tail, but sometimes its something more uncomfortable.
For instance, (description of mild body horror/decay under post break)
I'm all itchy right now because I'm used to my skin peeling off/flaking and I'm used to that itching like all hell. Mostly annoying now because in this body nothing actually comes off, but its still weird to me that I still get that feeling even though I'm in this body now.
Brief moment of me relating back to source shit once in a blue moon, but sometimes being a fictive is weird. I don't have much psuedo-memories or anything, but I just have these hanging false like... attachments and feelings like I knew certain characters when I look at them
And as a result I have my "Fan opinions" of Kingdom Hearts characters - and then I have my biased introject opinions of the characters.
Like most of my proper favorites I have honestly little introject-feels towards (one in particular is a favorite solely because of introject feels tho)
But one of the most complex dichotomies for me is that - as a fan - Kairi is an honestly huge disappointment of a character to the point of occasional annoyance with how she was never given much of any time to expand and grow but is shoehorned in like a main character despite arguably being the LEAST built character in the entire franchise
But as an introject I'm just like "no man shes good I couldn't dislike her" for no reason other than I'm like "man thats mean" in the way one would with a friend
And so as a result everytime I see the Kairi hate train / debate / discourse in the fandom (which I only ghost at best) my stance ends up being whiny disappointment XD
Cause I really want to like her character and have her role in the story play out more because I am biased and think she should have it, but I also think her role in the canon is absolute garbage and annoyance and I'm just like COME ON GUYS. I DONT KNOW WHAT BUT MAKE SOMETHING OUT OF THIS EMPTY SLAB SHE DESERVES BETTER EVEN THOUGH SHES SO EMPTY I DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT OR WHY
REE *dies*
Do not be weird about introjects on this post. No I am not interested in source / cannon / any of that sort of mates / meet ups.
rekindle - google definition; arms unfolding - dodie; emily brontë; love, me normally - will wood; porcelain duck and sheep; im in love with u, sorry - j'san; art; arms unfolding - dodie
I've had this blog for a year apparently, which is crazy because like-- okay, let me set the scene (this post got long so there's a cut here, mind the warnings):
My source releases on a quarterly basis. I turned this blog into my own personal blog (instead of our collective one) in July of 2023 according to my post history, and a month later, a new source release happened. I cannot EXPLAIN how I even managed to post normally while that was going on. I was doing so bad that other alters reached out to our friends like "hey if Roman's acting weird he thinks he's dying that's why" which is a whole other can of worms that I can't reveal much about without revealing my source. Suffice to say, ego death is a bitch.
Today, I went through my post history and realized there's a notable gap in original posts, one in late July, and then the next in early September. I know its because of this event in August, and its almost comedic to me that the post in September is still my most popular. I made this blog shortly after beginning to have a delusion that I was going to die as an alter. Which to me is a delusion because alters can't die, not in this system at least. Its so strange that even though I was so utterly convinced, I still made this blog my own. I don't know if it was some last gasp for connection or maybe, I really knew I wasn't going to die.
Trauma reflection aside, here's to another year. Thank you.