I'm a fictionkin - AMA

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I'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.
Fine. 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
 
Did you really trick yourself to believe all of that, or are just playing along, knowing it's not real? I can understand teenagers doing the latter, because teenagers do all sorts of things to achieve some sense of belonging and community. But if it's the former, how do you deal with the remnants of your common sense (I assume you still have it) telling you it's all a larp?
 
I've had moirails, matesprits, and kismesis alike.

Pom de la pounce. LOLCAT. Equius. Trollian. The whole shebang. I miss Equius...
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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...
Can someone please translate this into English for a retard like me?
 
Fine. 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
>autism
>loves lego
>loves vidya
>trapped in bedroom
>believes in fantasy world rubbish

So when will the merge happen Chris?
 
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.
You're trying to live out social relationships formulated mostly as a joke for an indy webcomic.
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.
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).
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'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.
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.
The pedigree of a loser.
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
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.
For what felt like years after my parents divorced, I felt trapped in my bedroom.
So by coming here you decided to spend more time in your bedroom on the internet.
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
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.
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.
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.
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...
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.
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
ADHD fizzling out another sperg dump.
 
Can someone please translate this into English for a retard like me?

this almost feels like powerleveling in that it puts me as having read and enjoyed the comic but here you go:

-troll romance quadrants-
this is a reimagining of human emotions and types of relationships for the alien race of trolls. there are 4 types, each associated with one of the suits and colors of a deck of cards. Red (hearts and diamonds) are "positive", while Black (clubs, spades) are "negative". The idea is that both types of interaction are good and healthy for a person's character development, unless someone crosses a line such as murder, rape, or general non-consent/mutilation.

The troll arc shows this happening through the characters and the use of this made up relationship-describer.

"Moirails" (diamonds, <> ) are like best friends, the ones you can talk about everything from stuff you should get therapy for to bodily functions. Think platonic life partners, bffs who grew up together, and support friends, but with the specific goals of keeping each other alive and emotionally stable. No fucking unless desperate. This is the most crucial relationship for the trolls to have so they don't go off the deep end.

"Matesprits" (hearts, <3 ) is the equivalent of a traditional human bf/gf situation. Trolls in the story are naturally more violent and live in a violent society, so their level of "affection" starts at "you didn't try to kill me upon passing". They don't really get shown as 'loving', but rather this relationship is built around breeding, physical protection, and lust. Mostly genetic matching type mating based on blood color.

Kismesis (spade, <3<) is "hate" based. Think enemies to lovers, hate fucking, rivals, archenemies etc. Unlike red relationships, the involved parties are responsible for regulating their own emotions, but like matesprits, kismesisitudes are for the purpose of making the other person better through physical and verbal exchanges. In a pinch, this is the back up breeding relationship if the government drones come knocking so you don't get culled (killed). Mostly breaking each other's shit for fun, calling them names, and then fucking after.

Lastly, Auspistice (clubs, c3< ). For when you REALLY wanna hatefuck, but you're too likely to literally strangle the life out of someone. This is the only relationship that involves 3 people. Two haters, and the one who enjoys mediating the conflict between them. This is the most theatrical, with most of it being therapy sessions, keeping them at bay from each other and rarely fucking. It tends to be a rarer relationship as most trolls can't regulate their emotions long enough to get a third, and this is the one most likely to fall apart and have two parties go full black (kismises) or the arbitrator becoming someone's moirail.

-random terms-

alternia-the planet of the trolls. the sun extra sucks here.

Pom de la pounce- the guardian creature/parent of this particular character. manifests as a large cat.

LOLCAT- the name of the game planet this character gets thrown onto when entering the game of the story

Equius- the moirail of this character. sweaty muscular mechanic who likes milk and robot maids.

Trollian- in universe chat client

hope that clears things. feel free to tap me for anymore translations, this bullshit lives rent free in my head.
 
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.
 
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.
...what's a Nepeta, anyhow?
 
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