π mad scientist F/O who's so distraught at your sudden death they spend months researching how to resurrect you!
π occultist F/O doing rituals and exchanging their body parts to bring you back to life!
πnecrophiliac F/O taking care of your corpse! preserving you so you don't decompose too quickly!
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So. That super blue moon last night huh
zhdfygji I STARTED THIS LIKE THIRTY MINUTES AGO!!! V HAPPY TO HAVE IT DONE IN ONE SITTING (IT'S ONLY 450 WORDS! gets shot) anyway who's hungry for JUPIDONNY
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It was an amazing sight, getting to sit outside of the Black Bullβs HQ on a crystal clear night, with none of Jupiter's beloved squad mates to interrupt the serene scene.
Behind the base, she was given the perfect position to see the full moon. No trees, no clouds, nothing to block its beauty, her gentle light shining down on the redhead, kissing her face so tenderly. It was nights like this that made Jupiter feel positively blessed for getting to experience it.
She closed her grey eyes, taking a deep breath of the pure night air, and let it back out. Her dulled ears didn't pick up on the sound of boots against the rocky walkway, and Jupiter wasn't aware of her company until her eyes opened again, being treated with a bloodred gaze. Gordon waited until her eyes were entirely open, black lips parting to speak as he slightly crouched down in front of her.
βWonderful night, isn't it?β
Seeing her best friend, Jupiter gave him a goofy grin, acting like another new beam of light. βYeah, it is!β She was interested to see him awake so late. Normally Gordon was very punctual with his sleep schedule, but she was excited that he was here, nonetheless.
She patted the ground, and Gordon quickly settled down next to her, knees pulled to his chest. He watched the sky with her. The moon kissed his pale skin, giving him an otherworldly glow. Jupiter wished she had the words to describe seeing him like this. To explain it the best she could, Gordon looked just plain pretty. Her attention was taken off the moon, now she was itching to read whatever words left his mouth next.
βIt's incredible. I've never seen the moon shine so bright.β His soft voice didn't dare to even disrupt the air around him.
The redheadβs grind stretched even wider. βMe neither! I can't believe no one else wanted to stay out to watch it!β Jupiter's voice had the opposite effect.
Butβ¦ maybe it was for the best that it was just the two of them. Jupiter allowed herself to be greedy, if just this once. Tonight, the moon would shine for just her and her Donny. βIt's so pretty tonightβ¦β
This time, Gordon looked away to watch her. The moon was highlighting the color of her eyes, looking like they were glowing in their sockets. They shone silver, sparkling in amazement at the beauty of nature. Nothing like he'd ever seen before.
βYesβ¦ it is.β But Gordon wasn't sure if he was even thinking about nature when he said it.
Jupiter didn't get to see what he said that time, only hearing the soft, sweet murmur of his voice. An arm slipped around her shoulders, and she allowed him to softly pull her against his side, enjoying his warmth, letting it wrap around her like a comforting blanket, fighting away the crisp night air.
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Creating Angel Theory
tw: CSA
Angel Theory, the source of my highest kin, started its life as a selfship fanfiction about my parasocial other and I.
At the time of creation, I was struggling with my childhood trauma, specifically when I was sexually assaulted at the age of five years old. This lead to me developing hypersexuality in order to cope with the event that I fundamentally could not understand. I blocked this event out until the age of ten. This lead me to dissociation and escapism as coping mechanisms. My vice was a YouTuber's playthrough of Undertale. Undertale and that YouTuber filled all the voids in my life. I attached myself to both and they became concrete parts of my identity, the identity that was distancing itself from the little girl that experienced CSA.
When I created Angel Theory, I created the self insert as the identity I was pursuing in order to leave the little girl behind. Angel Theory was a world where I was a YouTuber just like my parasocial other. Angel Theory begins in 2016 where my parasocial other meets my self insert after a bad breakup and ends in 2017 with us dating and living together.
My self insert is my preferred identity and informs all of my transIDs, trisIDs and permaIDs. Due to the fact that it's source is a fanfiction I consider it a kin.
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Hello. My name is Barbie Wire but you can call me Barb
Radqueer, profic, procomdarkship, selfship, pro-para, pro-endo, transid, anti-contact for noncon paras
Btw I am only radqueer in system unfortunately ππbut some headmates using transids. Sometimes host uses my account. She is liking arts and headcanons with Cioccolata and Secco ( she is dating with them, trust me)
I am in love with Verosika Mayday and Stella
I am fictionkin of Senadina ( honkai impact 3rd) and fictionkin of Tiara ( honkai gakuen 2/Guns Girl z). Also they are my f/os. So we are having selfcest ππ
This how I looks :3
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