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[bardkin]

an important thing i've come to realize about my fictionkinity is that my source is my mythology; an embellished or abridged representation of me.

i know there's a post i reblogged ages ago that uses this line of thought (source = legend & fanon = folklore, or something similar), but i can't remember it & wanna put this in my own words.

plus, this is about my personal beef with "canon divergent" as a descriptor for myself, so finding & re-reblogging that post wouldn't satiate the bees in my brain lol

i think it ties into why i adopted folcintera as a term, because i do not see my source as fact. (my source in particular would've turned out very different, if not for the censors on Cartoon Network. all i need to say is "Rubphire wedding," and folks in the know will nod sagely and/or get angry as i still am about how Sugar & their story was treated by CN.)

i thought myself to be canon divergent for a long time, but that just... never totally felt right. it felt more like a label i thought i had to adopt because i'm not just like the Steven in the show/games/comics. i'm just... me; a version of the character that many, many people saw. nothing more & nothing less.

i am my own folklore, taken from my own myth, in the most mundane ways possible.

my source is only rigid because it has to be. that's how documented storytelling works; it is immutable in the final product, be that prose, picture, film, animation, or whathaveyou. new versions of it are made when the original story gets released into the hands of fans, who go on to create different immutable pieces of their own.

myth into folklore, and such and so on. i don't fully know if any of that makes any tangible sense, but like, bare with me-

i'm wholly psychological in my framework, in regards to being Steven. the origin of how it happened doesn't really matter, because i'm still Steven at the end of the day. i have what i label knowledge and memories of things that happened & people i met and love(d) in that story, because the information sits in roughly the same space as my other, physical, memories. sometimes i ache for that story and world, because i've always felt like i was supposed to be somewhere other than physically here. i'm Steven in my brain and in my heart.

so when i first started questioning being fictionkind, almost a full year ago at this point (thanks to @aestherians for encouraging me to dig deeper into this part of myself lol), it felt quietly disingenuous to label myself as "canon divergent."

and that feels like a seemingly small thing that shouldn't matter. but i'm still bothered by it; more than a little. hence why i'm tossing that term over my shoulder and never looking back :3c

viewing myself as just Me and knowing that a lot of things will and won't line up with my source is fine. source is a version of my and other Stevens' stories, told through the limitations it was allotted. for some, those limitations were true for them; others, not so much (to varying degrees).

[catboyrohan]

when I was a lot more insane about jjba I would make fake tweets with the characters. anyways I forgot I still had the app where I made them heres my two favorite ones

[strawberrydakry]

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[angelsanctuarys]

book of kells // book of durrow

[wallace-wells]

cringe ass vent poetry about my mommy issues

it's so hard to hate you when you say you do it out of love

i know why you think its love, you've known no better your whole life

so why do i still feel hurt when you infect and spit in my wounds that i had the trust to uncover for you

you told me nothing would change your love for me, no matter what form i took

but i noticed the shift in your expression. the disgust in your eyes. you couldnt handle the wounded child i became while away

it's hard to hate you when you say you're looking for my wellbeing, but every resource says otherwise.

is it the fault of the child for trusting those whom brought them to this wasteland?

i miss when we used to laugh. when we used to dance. when you took me to shows.

i miss the glimpses of time where there wasn't screaming. far and few, but they were there.

i don't remember, yet you insist. what joyful moments there were have a warmth and simultaneous mold eating away at the rosey tint

its hard to hate you when I'm supposed to be your caretaker, you never had one as a child

its hard to love you when i know you were never mine, i never had one as a child.

[lechesee-biscuit]

Last year i doodled some l.is, I did it agai.

Idk if i’m gonna paint them u_u 

bonus: my pc

[elf-ring-system]

Everyone in source is such an ass to me. I forgot like damn

[blorboblogger]

hm... seeing some very unnuanced takes on mr vincent houseofwax tonight. absolutely no media comprenension from slasherblr for another year in a row. its so fucking dark in here

[bardkin]

i definitely haven't talked (read as: rambled) about it very much, but the hearthome to end all hearthomes for me will always be Borderlands - the looter-shooter game series. Pandora specifically, but her system as a whole as well.

i didn't fully understand the concept of a hearthome until i examined how i felt about Pandora; about how it feels like i should've been a pandoran all along, or at least someone born on one of the border planets. my career path should've been Vault Hunter >:c

it was (and still is) very much a hyperfixation, but looking back, i felt at home the moment i virtually stepped foot on Pandora. something about the planet struck me in a way that very few other worlds have (Sable's Midden being one of them, but that's another post).

my worldbuilder-writer-brain was having a Feast with all the lore & environments, but that didn't actually deter me from labeling this as a hearthome. i feel the way i feel, and my auDHD plays a huge part in that.

which is why i think i reacted so strongly to BL3's dumbing down of the border worlds (and most planets beyond).

i was already disappointed from a writer's perceptive. Pandora is lush with life and culture, and to see it reduced to a hat planet made me genuinely upset! the first game suffered from the "mono-biome planet" trope, but it made a bit of sense for the scale of it's story (& budget, if i recall correctly) & theme. it also (imo) made up for it through the characters and culture (and the guns. the guns are fun).

BL3 had the chance to show off some of the under explored areas, to expand upon the wildlife, and to let the player experience true summer on Pandora. and i was really confused at why i felt so hurt when it swerved so hard.

yeah i was disappointed in a lot of aspects - i chalked it up to just being sad that newcomers to the series wouldn't experience something on the level of BL2's world and story.

but i didn't think it should feel like my home was being so grossly misrepresented. not until i actually discovered hearthomes as a term-

[catboyrohan]

what do you have to say for yourself you fiends

[hyba]

I drew another OC from Murder in Heliopolis and a relative told me he looks like a Sims 1 character because of his pose 😂

[pixel-mess]

making sure waspy mc wasperson isnt inside the halway again

[thenexusobservatory]

Pinned post updated. ~✒

[faraway-archive]

Sleeping n' Fucking

Yan(ish)!Nerd x GN reader

Tw: cnc/dubcon, somnophilia, semi-degrading

AN; didn't proof read/edit and please welcome my nerd OC <3

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Your teacher has decided to do a partner project right before the school semester ends. Fortunately for you, you got a partner who you sorta know. You have seen him a couple of times outside of the classroom, but never really talked to him a lot. So you went and sat next to him.

"Hey, your name is Luka right?" "Yeah, that's me. Nice to meet you. Do you want to meet at my house to work on our project together?" "Yeah sure, that works." "Alright. See you then." "See you."

As soon as you finish the conversation, the class has ended and everyone left. Luka slowly followed you from behind. Avoiding your line of sight, he made sure that you made it safely to your next class. Classes went by and you were finally able to meet up with Luka again at the end of the day.

"Hey, hop into my car I'll drive us to my house." "Alright."

Once you arrive at his house, you follow him to his room and sit down on his bed. Looking around at the posters and decorations. While you were looking Luka left to make some snacks and tea. Of course, he added something to make you sleepy and drowsy. He is giggling inside as he anxiously mixes the drink and carefully brings it up back into his room.

"Hey, sorry for taking so long, here is your drink and some snacks." "Oh! Thanks."

You take the drink and slowly sip it. Luka sits next to you and pulls up the project requirements. Both of you threw ideas at each other to see what the project could be about to make sure it fit the criteria. After both of you agree on what to do, you start to feel sleepy and drowsy. Of course, Luka takes notice and his dick starts to harden. The more you fight to stay away the more obvious his bulge is. He carefully guides you to his pillow and watches you fall asleep as he turns his back to you, trying to pretend to work on the project. As he glances back at you after a couple of minutes, you have fully fallen asleep and groans as he watches you. Looking so peaceful and innocent. He feels slightly bad but he's tired of watching guys flirting and or talking to you so that guilt quickly washes away. Carefully taking off your clothes, giving petals of kisses as he removes each piece of clothing. Sighing at the beauty of your body. His dick keeps twitching and he finally undresses himself.

He aligns himself in front of your entrance and rubs his pre-cum all over your hole. Sighing and biting his lip as he slowly enters your hole. Holy shit it feels so good to him as your hole clenches onto his dick. Giving you kisses as he keeps slowly thrusting back and forth. It feels so good seeing how weak you are underneath him. After thrusting slowly he picks up the pace and starts going ham. Groaning as he hears you softly whimpering and moaning as he abuses your poor little hole.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck. You like that huh? Being unable to defend yourself as I take your hole and training it to only love my cock, and only my cock. God, I love seeing you hopeless as I ram my cock into you. Oh, how I love seeing you and admiring you from afar. You have no idea how much I wanted you to myself. How I want you to whimper and moan for me, begging how good my cock is. God, I wish you were awake right now but I can't risk you screaming at me. Not yet at least. You will be with me. You will be mine."

He grabs your waist and slams you into him as he cums into your hole. Panting as he dumps his load into you and slowly pulls it out, watching his cum come out and puts on your undergarment. Taking his cock and carefully puts it into your mouth. Taking your head and slowly rock back and forth as you 'suck' his dick. Once he feels satisfied he cleans himself up and dresses you back to normal. Sighing at your beautiful and wrecked body wishing you were his.

AN; sorry that this ending was shitty </3

[elf-ring-system]

I should be allowed to. Leave