#kinmem

[sproutsoneandonlyspouse]

sigh i miss draco

[ineedmorepronouns]

Ruby looked so beautiful there. My beloved Jewel.

This is a memory that felt the most recent. As in centuries in my immortality, probably.

It was a steampunk-y train station. I don't remember what the train looked like or how we'd get there in the first place. I just know that the Serpent's Hand indirectly led me to this place. I went there mostly to relax and decompress.

It had a skylight and lots of windows, along with open ends for the train to come through. The walls were lined with lots of gears that clinked around. It was like being in a giant clock. It was large and pretty zen. Not sure if many people came in. The train just had a schedule, even if the station wasn't very busy. There was also a comfy bench we used to sit in.

It was... relaxing. For once in my life.

He used to fondle and kiss me, holding me up to the light. It was his favorite place. I could tell by the smile on his face, and the slowing of his heartbeat. ~Ruby

The train could transport you to wherever you wanted. I think I used it to depart from the world of the living. Maybe that's why it felt so recent, because it was my "death?"

[di-a-vo-lo]

A more recent depiction of how I used to look in my canon of Rehab AU

...Memory rambling below cut...

To start, I've aged decently as time went on. My hair would grow paler and less vibrant instead of gray hair, furthermore with the support of Trish, Doppio, and a close friend named Fortune, I would not be as cooped up in my current living space as I once was. Proudly earning the tan back to my skin, the tan itself showed my scars more prominently, but, at least I'd feel better about not hiding them.

I'm still wearing makeup, even trying new styles and patterns to suit what I feel more comfortable with. I always was more experimental with how I presented, it's nice to relax and find the spark for it again. Solido, however, is still finding himself, I think he's unsure of what he looks like with "face paint". I think we look better this way. We've always had sunken in eyes, so we may as well work with what we have.

Along with getting outside more, Solido is learning bit by bit of the modern era again. He still enjoys to fish and cooks a lot better than I ever could. He makes dinner for those who comes over and indulges in recipes he reads on. I imagine this is how he's coping with the loss of time, and Donatella.

Honestly, it's hard to talk to him again, Solido Naso, that is. Truly. It's been ages, and I was always under the impression he "died", or rather, went "dormant", with it's supposedly phrased.. we've now been professionally diagnosed with Disassociative Identity Disorder. I'm still learning a lot, I thought I had no memory loss, but it really served me wrong when Doppio got ripped out of this body and thrown into Buccellati's, where he remains.

Not having a stand anymore also is.. freeing. It's horrifying, no doubt, but it made me realize that I relied on it a lot... but this is an understatement, when it came to Epitaph, I would use that ability on over time. It was, quick, easy, helped with any stress, but in the long run only heightened my stress and paranoia, wishing it lasted longer... Sound familiar? It was very much like the drugs I used, and it's likely awakened in cause of that, interwining with the trauma I've had in my younger years.

King Crimson and Epitaph were hindering my foresight, not helping me in one ounce what so ever. I regret letting Doppio use them. They've only caused more pain than good. I'm more than glad to be rid of them, where ever they reside is non of my concern, not that Giovanna would tell me, anyway..

Ironically enough, I'm running short on time, so I'll wrap this up now. Any questions are free to ask, in fact, I work a lot better with them instead of having to think of things to say on my own. I didn't realize I had this much to say about my life in general.

SO, WITH THAT OUT OF THE WAY... don't do, make, nor sell drugs, because you'll get your ass sent to a death loop for 18 years.

Ciao.

[dreamyanarchists]

My skin feels so tight, almost suffocatingly tight, this human vessel is already sickly, it's been sickly for years. I'm just a stupid angel who thought it would be more interesting to choose a sickly vessel to inhabit

[sproutsoneandonlyspouse]

i fucking hate kinmems dawg

i miss buster and fang so much. i miss always being with them in our shared apartment like a family , where we just accepted and loved each other

we used to watch the stupidest movies together and acted out the worst parts , dying laughing on the floor

sure they stressed me out and i was constantly worried about them ( fucking dumbasses ) , but they were there for me when no one else was

( idk if this counts as a vent tbh , i see it more as rambling about my experience as maisie fictionkin 💔 )

[sproutsoneandonlyspouse]

woah kinmems again

i remember being so exhausted all the time. fang and buster would drag me to my bed and force me to take a break from work. it’s a little blurry and i don’t remember it in detail sigh

i love them sm , thank you for taking care of me when i couldn’t. i hope you both are out there somewhere

[thescaryhyperfem]

Its fucked up how my body desires to be a fat butch, a bear, a blonde haired dumbass AND an orange haired woman with blue eyes at the same time. I miss being a shapeshifter

[thescaryhyperfem]

I wish I could see my partners again.