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Good to hear.They're deffo still kickin
Fine. I'll bare my cringe for all to see. As much as I can get myself to remember within one post at leastI'm not buying it. Convince me that you're actually a fictionkin and this isn't just low effort bait. Recount your life story or give some elaborate childhood memories or something.
I've had moirails, matesprits, and kismesis alike.
Pom de la pounce. LOLCAT. Equius. Trollian. The whole shebang. I miss Equius...
Can someone please translate this into English for a retard like me?I actually follow the troll romance quadrants!!! I've had moirails, matesprits, and kismesis alike. Honestly, it's Moiralliegant breakups that hurt the most. You're defenders of eachothers hearts-- You keep eachother grounded and from doing stupid shit! So when you fuck up in a way that makes them leave you? It hurts in a way deeper than anything else can.
And i do remember living on alternia. The hot, searing sun. The cool calm nights in the forest. The fire in my cave, Pom de la pounce. LOLCAT. Equius. Trollian. The whole shebang. I miss Equius...
>autismFine. I'll bare my cringe for all to see. As much as I can get myself to remember within one post at least
I actually follow the troll romance quadrants!!! I've had moirails, matesprits, and kismesis alike. Honestly, it's Moiralliegant breakups that hurt the most. You're defenders of eachothers hearts-- You keep eachother grounded and from doing stupid shit! So when you fuck up in a way that makes them leave you? It hurts in a way deeper than anything else can.
My kin memories are mostly like the canon timeline of homestuck, up until Gamzee gets sober. Instead of me pouncing on him after he's already killed Equius, I pounce on him beforehand, and he breaks my arm. This causes Equius to become enraged instead of awestruck by the presence of a highblood, and he actually manages to do what he set out to do to begin with.
My life story? Well I'm gonna try to be as un-detailed as possible as to make anyone who wants to doxx me have to work for it at least a little, but uhhh
I'm sure it's a suprise to nobody, but I'm autistic, and I have ADHD. My brain' s a big jumbly mess of bits and bobs that shock eachother and hope it works. I was raised by a mom who was a manager at a burger king, and a dad who jumped from job to job, usually selling phones.
All my life I've loved video games, actually. My first computer, an iMac (the kind that had brightly colored transparent plastic?) was given to me so early on that i dont even remember it. As a kid I have a special edition Mario DS Lite, accompanied by a piracy cartridge, because my dad was both tech savvy and not exactly wealthy, so it was a sound plan to avoid paying for video games for me. I loved to play pokemon, even if i cheated the shit out of it as a kid. The coolest thing i remember getting as a kid actually was a R2D2 robot that was like 1/2 scale (but felt like full scale to a kid) and it could actually listen to voice commands, follow you around using infared cameras, and could even detect when it was at a ledge! It was pretty advanced for its time I'm pretty sure, and all for a kid's toy.
As a kid I also LOVED to roleplay on ROBLOX. I used to play on a game called Vampire Roleplay, which later got renamed to Darkened Dawn. I'd pretend to be like. A werewolf or some sort of temple guardian. Those were good days
For what felt like years after my parents divorced, I felt trapped in my bedroom. Always likely to be ridiculed in some way by my stepfather. I'd scored high on an IQ test, but my grades in school lacked. "I'm so glad you're gifted" He'd said sarcastically when seeing my grades. The quote still sticks with me
A few years ago my dad died of a phentonyl overdose when some drug he bought was laced with it. And on HIS mom's birthday no less. It reeks of some sort of terrible, rotten irony.
So as for similarities between me and nepeta... We're both autistic, we love roleplay, we love troll romance, we're emotional little babies who then like to act like we're tough tigers whod rip someone to shreds but in practice we would be the ones who get fucked up. And i do remember living on alternia. The hot, searing sun. The cool calm nights in the forest. The fire in my cave, Pom de la pounce. LOLCAT. Equius. Trollian. The whole shebang. I miss Equius...
uhhh what else... LEGO kicks ass. I spent 6 bucks on a resource pack that just makes Minecraft look like LEGOs
hmm... my train of thought is running out for this post. There's more to be said i'm sure, but that's all for this reply
You're trying to live out social relationships formulated mostly as a joke for an indy webcomic.I actually follow the troll romance quadrants!!! I've had moirails, matesprits, and kismesis alike. Honestly, it's Moiralliegant breakups that hurt the most. You're defenders of eachothers hearts-- You keep eachother grounded and from doing stupid shit! So when you fuck up in a way that makes them leave you? It hurts in a way deeper than anything else can.
No one knows or cares because this is fiction. Your eulogy won't mention any of this. They tend to gloss over mental illness and failure, so as not to speak ill of the dead (an actual, real world custom).My kin memories are mostly like the canon timeline of homestuck, up until Gamzee gets sober. Instead of me pouncing on him after he's already killed Equius, I pounce on him beforehand, and he breaks my arm. This causes Equius to become enraged instead of awestruck by the presence of a highblood, and he actually manages to do what he set out to do to begin with.
I'm guessing its not working very well. Stop celebrating your disability. It sucks, you deal with it, but no one is interested in how idiosyncratically your brain is retarded. Society just hopes you can become self sufficient, or at least stop shitting yourself.but I'm autistic, and I have ADHD. My brain' s a big jumbly mess of bits and bobs that shock eachother and hope it works.
The pedigree of a loser.I was raised by a mom who was a manager at a burger king, and a dad who jumped from job to job, usually selling phones.
Time to put the toys back in the toybox and live like a responsible adult. Maybe get a job and help bring in money for the family. Your academic pursuits won't go anywhere because autistic ADHD retards are a dime a dozen. Your generation is a whole crop of morons just like you.All my life I've loved video games, actually. My first computer, an iMac (the kind that had brightly colored transparent plastic?) was given to me so early on that i dont even remember it. As a kid I have a special edition Mario DS Lite, accompanied by a piracy cartridge, because my dad was both tech savvy and not exactly wealthy, so it was a sound plan to avoid paying for video games for me. I loved to play pokemon, even if i cheated the shit out of it as a kid. The coolest thing i remember getting as a kid actually was a R2D2 robot that was like 1/2 scale (but felt like full scale to a kid) and it could actually listen to voice commands, follow you around using infared cameras, and could even detect when it was at a ledge! It was pretty advanced for its time I'm pretty sure, and all for a kid's toy.
As a kid I also LOVED to roleplay on ROBLOX. I used to play on a game called Vampire Roleplay, which later got renamed to Darkened Dawn. I'd pretend to be like. A werewolf or some sort of temple guardian. Those were good days
So by coming here you decided to spend more time in your bedroom on the internet.For what felt like years after my parents divorced, I felt trapped in my bedroom.
Good. Get a job to help support your mother. If you're so smart, get good grades. Watch Rainman. No one needs an invalid with a high IQ but who can't function or turn those smarts into income.Always likely to be ridiculed in some way by my stepfather. I'd scored high on an IQ test, but my grades in school lacked. "I'm so glad you're gifted" He'd said sarcastically when seeing my grades. The quote still sticks with me
Autistic retards who think they're smart write simple thoughts like "kinda ironic" as "reeks of some sort of terrible rotten irony" like an obnoxious tryhard poetaster.A few years ago my dad died of a phentonyl overdose when some drug he bought was laced with it. And on HIS mom's birthday no less. It reeks of some sort of terrible, rotten irony.
Longing for impossibility will cheat you out of the life you have. Don't hang out with people who enable these behaviors. In other words dump anyone in your life who's just like you.So as for similarities between me and nepeta... We're both autistic, we love roleplay, we love troll romance, we're emotional little babies who then like to act like we're tough tigers whod rip someone to shreds but in practice we would be the ones who get fucked up. And i do remember living on alternia. The hot, searing sun. The cool calm nights in the forest. The fire in my cave, Pom de la pounce. LOLCAT. Equius. Trollian. The whole shebang. I miss Equius...
ADHD fizzling out another sperg dump.hmm... my train of thought is running out for this post. There's more to be said i'm sure, but that's all for this reply
How many thonged asses have you seen?I'm brazilian. AMA.
They're a homestuck fan - the answer is clearly yes, without question.Are you per chance an FTM/"nonbinary" tranny?
Too many to count.How many thonged asses have you seen?
Can someone please translate this into English for a retard like me?
...what's a Nepeta, anyhow?You will never be the real Nepeta. You have no cat ears, you have no fangs, you have no tail. You are a homosexual man twisted by the internet and Andrew Hussie into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection.
All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back kinnies mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your ghoulish cosplay behind closed doors.
MS: PA writers are utterly repulsed by you. Years of world-building have allowed them to sniff out kinnies with incredible efficiency. Even kinnies who “are the real [CHARACTER]” act uncanny and unnatural to their source. Your human bone structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get Hussie to take a picture with you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your Faygo-and-sweat stained, acrylic painted, non-licensed Nepeta shirt.
You will never be Nepeta. You wrench out a fake ":33 < nyah!!" every single morning and tell yourself you're true to source, but deep inside you feel the inconsistencies creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight of your lies.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll stop kinning Nepeta, grow the fuck up, delete your kinlist carrd, and throw away your cosplay. Your kinnie friends will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with what they know is a fake Nepeta. They’ll talk of you after, username marked with your birth name, and every user for the rest of eternity will know you are not a Homestuck troll. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably human.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.