Okay new ask game: Tell me about one of your memories! Doesn't have to be your favorite, your most wholesome, or anything like that. Just a memory you'd like to talk about but haven't gotten an excuse to do so!
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Okay new ask game: Tell me about one of your memories! Doesn't have to be your favorite, your most wholesome, or anything like that. Just a memory you'd like to talk about but haven't gotten an excuse to do so!
-Antisepticeye 💚💀
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oh we're doing fun kin memories... Hm... i don't have a ton. for jane, i once pushed dirk down a flight of stairs on a mattress (like, indoor sledding?) and he got caught on the like third step and tumbled down broke his neck and died. obviously it wasn't a just or heroic death but it was REALLY funny because when he woke up he was like lets do that again. like, no way dumbass lmfao
-jane crocker #🦊🥀⚔️
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random memory that I hold dear
before my brother ran away, before father locked me up, my bro took me to the carnival when it wasn't open. we didn't go on any of the rides, I wasn't well at all at that point and they were all shut down anyway, but we just wandered around and sat at the pier and just basked in the atmosphere. I think we watched the sunset. I remember hugging him too. neither of us really wanted to go home.
I wonder if he remembers that as fondly as I do, or if his mind was already clouded with rage. I hope we can both find the joy we couldn't feel back then. we really deserve it.
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https://at.tumblr.com/fictionkinfessions/okay-new-ask-game-tell-me-about-one-of-your/u2y62v2jiamk The first time I performed with Samurai. Back then, I was a lot more rage and less ego since I hadn't earned it, less jaded, too, I'd seen some shit but I hadn't been railing against it for very long at all and I thought I could really make a difference, so it was just a release of energy. Pure catharsis in a way I couldn't replicate after that. The very first time was something special. The roar of the crowd, there were probably only 20 people there and they sure as shit weren't there for us besides our collective 5 friends but once we got going, they got into it. I don't think I've ever told anyone but that was my favorite gig. Shitty stage, shitty bar, shitty equipment, but nothing ever felt quite that good after. I dunno, maybe the whole becoming a ghost in someone's head twice (ok, maybe not really a ghost either time but you get the idea, construct, fictive, not much of a difference outside of a few mechanical issues and the whole 'hallucination' thing V had going on because of their tech) thing scrambled my memories but I like this version of the memory better even if it's a bit mixed up. Who gives a crap if it actually sucked, that was a problem for past-me, I earned some happy memories. - A Johnny Silverhand fictive
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Accidentally fucked around and kinned some dnd characters from my campaign, so here we go!
I was a former technomage-turned-Ranger, cause when I left my order I met a ranger who traveled with me for a long time. We had a gunslinger, a warlock, and a paladin i had a short thing with.
We were all really good friends, I miss them a lot.
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Hello saw a new ask game why not! (Memory ask game)
One of my few & faint memories is from my hawkfox kintype. It's a species from dnd, hence why I'm cool with sharing it on fictionkinfessions(tm /j)
It's from when I was a kind of kit, and I had a sibling or parent, I don't know which, probably both, just having someone. They played with me. It was lovely and horrible and fun. Feathers and ears were always in danger of a playful nip. Simple, and there were berries near the den I think. I still have a keen love of blackberries and I like to belive that's where it comes from. It was nice.
I also have memories of little roads, just single image picture memories but I was seemingly always on the move later in life.
If anyone wants to ask somethin about these (I encourage you to! I like talking) I can be referred to as Fox or Mute, thinking of trying out Feather too. It/its, ix/ixs if you must?
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(Favorite memory? Oh easy the day I meet master Glitchtrap of course. That was best day ever. )🐰Fritzny-FNAF OC
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@/post/709095935820644352/: my little brother, who was the son of the dead guy we lived on but also a certified little guy and absolute creature, would be a weighted blanket if i couldn't sleep. he would just curl up on my back. 11/10 would absolutely brother again. he also let me paint his claws even though luz was apparently way better at it. #👁️🩸💧
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