#kinmems

[analog-autistic]

random kinmem drop 🔥 cuz im bored

Cesar and 6 fucking HATED eachother

Yes 6 is missing an eye, gabe took it cuz he fucked up*

6 was afraid of the alternates, we had differing opinions on him (I don’t think I cared much)

6 didn’t mind N, but N didn’t think very highly of 6*

All of us hated Thatcher, and our general opinions on Adam were mixed (I disliked him, and still do)

Most encounter survivors ended up overdosing on timoril anyway so we rarely bothered hunting them down again

Hivemind 🔥🔥🔥 (kinda)

Cesar continued to be very short

We would usually refer to eachother as the names of the disguise we wore, with the exception of alts such as the preacher (mostly bc she had a special job to do) and N (personal preference)

If two disguised alternates passed eachother, we’d make eye contact. It was a little way of saying ‘hi’

We did not like being recorded or photographed. Nuh uh

If a victim was taking too long to kill themselves we’d usually just kill them ourselves and make it look like a suicide (this is very rare and you’d have to survive literal months)

We liked cats :3 they also liked us, being able to tell the difference between humans and alternates

If a dog or other pet got really annoying while we were in the house of a victim we’d just kill the animal. (cats are the exception, see prev bullet)

We involuntarily made weird sounds, including but not limited to: vhs tape whirring, tv static, camera clicks, and radio static

We could sometimes pick up radio signals

*basically, Jude was the Murray parent that was supposed to die- not Lynn. Jude was smarter, evident by the fact that he attempted to leave mandela county after what happened, while Lynn likely would’ve stayed at the house, making her a lot easier to track down.

Gabe (and us as well) were not happy with 6’s failure.

This is how he lost his eye, actually.

And, while I didn’t hear this personally, when you’re an alternate word gets around quickly: N was not happy that “I have to do your job for you.” (In reference to Jude)

[yin-of-many-kins]

Kin memories from a DSMP noncanon who never watched DSMP in this life (exactly two animatics and one unrelated video have informed this post)

I remember spawning into the server when it was bright and new, going through all the little day-to-day Minecraft processes, like chopping logs and mining stone. Building houses next to my friends, being warm in the sun, feeling light with the fullness of a new world.

I remember seeing the birth of a nation. I thought it was such a cute, silly little thing at the time. I egged Wilbur on, I think, always checking in to see how things were going in the first days of its creation. To be honest, I didn't take it seriously until Jschlatt (whom I called Jay, or The Ram) came to power and things really went to shit. It was only then that I realized it was a big thing that a lot of people cared about, and I felt bad about letting things go that far.

I remember being a wanderer; I was friends with just about everybody (tough as people started drawing lines in the sand) and spent days with one person before drifting off to attach to another. I was often with Technoblade, sometimes Bad, sometimes Tommy; Dream, when he wasn't fucking up life for the rest of my friends.

Mostly I remember the little moments of bonding. Hanging out with Dream in this base underground, sharing meaningless secrets, like that his favorite color was not green but purple and that his childhood pet was a dog named Rover. Technoblade, training in the forest (I could never fight, but I knew how to run) and looking after Carl together. Ranboo showed me how to press flowers to turn them into bookmarks. Quackity and I sat on the L'Manberg wall at night and talked about life.

Around when Pandora’s Vault was created was when everything kind of devolved. I stopped talking to people; most of my days were spent biting my nails anxiously at those looming obsidian walls. Were my friends safe in there? Was there anything I could do to help them escape? After Pandora’s: chaos. This is where my (already sparse) knowledge of the canon runs out. But there was chaos, and death. My friends made attempts on each others’ lives over and over—sometimes successful. I don’t remember a time after Pandora’s Vault that I wasn’t scared for the life of one friend or another.

I don’t remember exactly how, but the end was a wasteland. In terms of people, at least, if not the physical ground. There were only a handful of people alive, all of us deeply traumatized and mourning our lost friends. Ultimately, I made the decision that the life we had wasn’t making anyone happy; I rewound time to the beginning of the server, and hoped I could make things better this time.

Past life to parallel life.

[copias-chronicles]

Update on that last post: it's 3. Got 2 of em (canonmates). One of them just fell asleep on me i am having the time of my life. i love you 'lus./fam

[mr-maru]

really really weird thing with me is that i typically dont have kinmems, but the characters i thought i was a fictionkin of had kinmems. but turns out they werent really fictionkins :/ i dont know what's going on with those kinmems i had, but my current ones do not have any mems attached to them, whatsoever!

[fluffyfairyzz]

gonna try to get some .. kinmems :D

[aster-in-disaster]

i think i'll put this here too.

its kind of funny how a lot of the more vivid stuff i remember or remember feeling is related to casey. when i was figuring this stuff out i got flashes of when he was younger, and i was reaching down to ruffle his hair.

there was something specific i was remembering and i had to go through.. skimming through the comic again to find the specific panel because i knew it was a panel.

casey waking me up. being small enough to crawl onto my back and not be a bother. on my shell.

theres a lot more.. subtle stuff lately as well.

i miss my brothers. i miss raph a lot. i feel guilty for missing him, almost.

i miss mikey. i miss working in my lab and him coming by to just. check in. make sure ive eaten or drank something recently.

...

i was reading something earlier and. something stuck with me.

its. kind of funny how i read about how hamatos and sacrifice kind of. go hand in hand? the weird part is how i kind of had a more visceral reaction to it than before. i dunno.

this kinda ended up longer than i meant it to be. oops.

don out

[di-a-vo-lo]

A more recent depiction of how I used to look in my canon of Rehab AU

...Memory rambling below cut...

To start, I've aged decently as time went on. My hair would grow paler and less vibrant instead of gray hair, furthermore with the support of Trish, Doppio, and a close friend named Fortune, I would not be as cooped up in my current living space as I once was. Proudly earning the tan back to my skin, the tan itself showed my scars more prominently, but, at least I'd feel better about not hiding them.

I'm still wearing makeup, even trying new styles and patterns to suit what I feel more comfortable with. I always was more experimental with how I presented, it's nice to relax and find the spark for it again. Solido, however, is still finding himself, I think he's unsure of what he looks like with "face paint". I think we look better this way. We've always had sunken in eyes, so we may as well work with what we have.

Along with getting outside more, Solido is learning bit by bit of the modern era again. He still enjoys to fish and cooks a lot better than I ever could. He makes dinner for those who comes over and indulges in recipes he reads on. I imagine this is how he's coping with the loss of time, and Donatella.

Honestly, it's hard to talk to him again, Solido Naso, that is. Truly. It's been ages, and I was always under the impression he "died", or rather, went "dormant", with it's supposedly phrased.. we've now been professionally diagnosed with Disassociative Identity Disorder. I'm still learning a lot, I thought I had no memory loss, but it really served me wrong when Doppio got ripped out of this body and thrown into Buccellati's, where he remains.

Not having a stand anymore also is.. freeing. It's horrifying, no doubt, but it made me realize that I relied on it a lot... but this is an understatement, when it came to Epitaph, I would use that ability on over time. It was, quick, easy, helped with any stress, but in the long run only heightened my stress and paranoia, wishing it lasted longer... Sound familiar? It was very much like the drugs I used, and it's likely awakened in cause of that, interwining with the trauma I've had in my younger years.

King Crimson and Epitaph were hindering my foresight, not helping me in one ounce what so ever. I regret letting Doppio use them. They've only caused more pain than good. I'm more than glad to be rid of them, where ever they reside is non of my concern, not that Giovanna would tell me, anyway..

Ironically enough, I'm running short on time, so I'll wrap this up now. Any questions are free to ask, in fact, I work a lot better with them instead of having to think of things to say on my own. I didn't realize I had this much to say about my life in general.

SO, WITH THAT OUT OF THE WAY... don't do, make, nor sell drugs, because you'll get your ass sent to a death loop for 18 years.

Ciao.

[dr-fizzovich]

some comfort art. felt silly and then drew this ^_^

close-up on the kiddos:

the 1st two (Red Bull and Fanta) are made by @beepject, and the 3rd one (Fuzetea) is made by me out of boredom bc i wanted to add a 3rd one :3 (i'm gonna make her a full design once idk man lol)

obligatory dr fizz enjoyer tag: @beepject @thegummysharkbagsys @emmkittycat @emmkitt @haveyouseenthisflower @zaiofgoiky @happydonutfrenzyfanart (let me know if there is more!!)

[thescaryhyperfem]

They're not my f/os. They're my past life's partners

[achromamachina]

someone needs to draw schezo saying an innuendo and then sig covering prince salde's ears shaking his head disapprovingly that'd be fun

[1-800-angelical]

ok silly lil cute kinmem I was talking about was that like I remember a few weeks before i got jumped me nd ponyboy were talking about like the future and junk and we randomly started talking about top surgery n shit. I remember us saving up money over time. we technically stopped when we had to run away to Windrixville because to we had literally zero money lol

@gay-poet-gabriel

[banesberry-anomoly]

The Blade

[gotmyyass2marz]

NIGHT SKY SO BEAUTIFUL IT GIVES YOU KINMEMS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[winchesterlocal]

im being attacked (just had such a huge kinshift after not feeling a shift for the narrator for at least 2 days)

now I’m missing my source again ffs

[foulfictkin]

when the negative shift hits so hard you just gotta lay down and rot in bed until it passes

Morī kinshift actually fucking kicking my ass what the hell

Can kinmems just not exist please I don't want to remember getting chased down and brutally murdered

[habitual-creatures]

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