#like okay kin i guess....... :(

[ennard-is-near]

if you had to be one of the characters from fnaf, any character, who would you choose?

Excellent question. Elizabeth bc she slays.

She get to poses the objectively coolest robot (even Scrap Baby is pretty sick. She has roller skates and a claw)

She gets to gaslight and scoop her own brother who she probably has beef with

She exists as her own entity (never mixes with other souls) with story relevance

Loved by her father (wish that was me)

[luvvchu]

Purple Rui Kamishiro layouts

Happy birthday, Rui!! ♡

♡/⇄ + credit if using

[dontbuymeperfume]

feeling unhinged tonight. the angel dust kinnie in me is very loud. i’m reeling that motherfucker in. hope u all are doing well!

[medicalunprofessional]

okay but like i wanna be back in the classroom with an apron and gloves on holding sharp medical equipment because thats MY gender euphoria okay

[wof-kin-culture-is]

darkstalker kin culture is being allergic to strawberries (i am actually allergic to strawberries)

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[hauntingblue]

😁TORAO IT'S BEEN SO LONG!!😁

😐Mugiwara-ya😐

[theood]

I take being kin very seriously as a structural part of my being and also I do think it's a little silly funny. These can and do coexist and I will not be talking about the weeks long kin shifts I experience those never happen haha

[radio-web]

Angel Dust

he/they, trans, npd bpd aspd +

I convinced Alastair to let me start a blog :} He might post here too, but I do all the aesthetics ;}

Alastair and I are in a wavership and we are fictives (he/him)

18+ PLEASE, you will be blocked. I'm gonna talk about a lot of fucked up shit here so like CW sex drugs abuse & fucked up kink. disclaimer that i have a safeword and any kink activity on this blog is safe sane consensual (mostly).

No DNI, if we have an issue with you interacting we will block you. Other has-beens are welcome. Warning that my sex appeal can be felt through the screen ;}

(If sending NSFW asks, start with an nsfw warning so alastair doesn't read it on accident <3)

tags

#xx angel - my posts #angels toy chest - hornyposting ;} will be explicit #angelcore - my aesthetic

#scheduled broadcast - alstair's posts (he's gonna forget to use it lol) #alastairs kitchen - violence, rare explicit #alastairs radio - gore, explicit #alcore - al’s likes

[mistergreatbones]

Thinking about different fandoms I’ve been in and some of my favs have been Logan Sanders, Echo Badbatch, and Barbara Gordon. Apparently I have a type and that type is Lame.

[dogearedheart]

would you consider yourself Dean-coded?

Do you plan on psycho-analyzing me based on my answer, Clarice?

[dumb-fictionkin-sideblog]

Shamefully adds Spider-man to my kinlist

[computerpeople]

i also used to kin jay really hard but it was because i thought jay was shelby

[space-magician]

What I tell myself: I need to decompress and calm down after this event so I can go to bed

What I'm doing an hour later, Apparently: [brain explode with thoughts and feelings and being normal] so hey guys about Tsukasa and his EVERYTHING-

[claud1as]

hey im claudia/q i made this blog specifically for this kinshift but honestly the privacy is kind of nice so ill definitely post about more than just kin stuff. original posts tagged #.txt until further notice, and more info under the cut

you can call me claud or q if you want, i use he/she pronouns (im bigender but on t and basically male presenting irl) and you can call me pretty much anything but a woman/lady/man, and im a 19 year old college student and would-be math major (its a community college so the best we can do for now is an associate of the arts w a stem focus but this way i get to just go to a community college)

im also fictionkin, since i made this blog specifically for only one kintype i will not be posting a full list but claudia is my only wh13 kin and one of my two really major kins. i dont have a TON of memories but i remember enough to say my tl was relatively close to canon? at least on the surface, there are several kind of considerable gaps though.

(note because i know itll come up: i refer to myself retroactively as bigender and queerhet because thats how i understand my identity now but i really never thought of it in those terms, i did have a lot of discomfort with my identity as a straight woman though and because my gender and sexuality were so tied up in each other i eventually started to think of myself as having kind of a gay male thing going on as well, i did exclusively use she/her pronouns and mostly feminine language throughout most of my canon as far as i know but i dont really care that much anymore)

im not writing a dni because the idea of writing a dni makes my paranoia spike like crazy and also because i have a block button and no issues using it against someone who i really truly do not want interacting with me, but in general if youre, like, blatantly racist/sexist/queerphobic/ableist/saneist/whatever else and you try to follow me you can expect to be blocked. also i do try to check dnis of anyone i want to follow but im not gonna do a full background check on everyone i reblog from so if you need to block me i really dont care. thats your business curate your online experience how you want

technically this is a sideblog, i follow/ask/etc from @claud11as but thats not my real main, like i said i just like the privacy of having a second account. i shouldve made this blog its own account in the first place tbh im just too stubborn to remake now

anyways. if youre out there sourcemates please interact. go ahead stick your hand in my enclosure i wont bite. (<- factually incorrect but you should still stick your hand in my enclosure anyways its totally worth it like 98% of the time.) i genuinely would love to talk to anyone as long as youre aware that i may take a little while to respond to any dms/asks cause im not always gonna be logged in on this account

[should-be-sleeping]

Tough day today... and friendly reminder that being human is easier when we help each other.

I saw one of our neighbors, an older woman we sometimes talk to in passing, sitting outside of her house. I don't know what exactly made me look twice, but on second glance as we drove by I realized her walker was in the grass. She was otherwise just sitting there, like she had a thousand times before, so it would have been easy to assume she was fine and go on with my life as normal but something told me to go check in on her anyway.

She was not fine. She was the polar opposite of fine. Just diagnosed with terminal cancer not fine. No next of kin not fine. A veteran facing eviction from her house for missing rent while in the hospital not fine. In constant debilitating pain not fine. Only semi-lucid not fine. She was extremely alone not fine.

I thought, at most, she might be bored while unable to pick up her walker not fine. A five minute detour from my day not fine. A help her back into her house and say "see you later!" not fine. Instead I spent the last three hours with her because she was so scared and alone and no one should be alone.

We talked a lot while I was there. She's actually two years younger than my mom (who also has cancer but slightly better luck, I guess). I helped her into her house and got her a drink and we talked about what all is going on with her. None of it was good. I was as reassuring as I could be, but there's only so much of this I can actually help her with.

"Why did you come?" she asked through tears.

"Because you looked like you might need some help."

She called me an angel. I told her I was just doing my best. I told her that kindness should never be rare. That we should all try to make the world just a little bit better than it was.

She offered to pay me but I told her I was just there as a friend. Before today we were basically strangers. No need to repay me with anything other than her company, I assured her. She cried, a lot. I managed not to somehow. Something tells me she had needed to cry long before this but in being Strong she never had the chance to.

She needed to get her mail, which is a long walk when you're disabled because it is not at all handicap accessible (across a parking lot, over a bridge, across a small field). So I helped her get her mail. We stopped every three feet because her pain was so bad, but she was determined to be able to go do this with me and not just send me on an errand. I patiently stayed with her and reminded her, through her apologies, it was fine to take our time: there was a nice breeze and birds were singing. She appreciated this. She loves nature.

Halfway back she said she wanted to go to the pool. To put her feet in the water. She loves water, and has not been able to even see the pool in a month. Neither of us were dressed for swimming, but I took her to the pool anyway. There is a stair leading down to it, meaning she couldn't bring her walker, so I offered her my arm.

We went to the pool. She put her feet in the water and then, with more energy and enthusiasm than I'd seen the whole time, she jumped in. In her fancy dress! She was instantly ten years younger at least, clear and happy, floating in the sun. Dress and all. She grew up with a pool and had been on a swim team.

I sat by the edge of the pool while she swam, keeping her company and also making sure she was okay. When she got tired I took her back home and then had to help her get undressed and redressed. I made sure she felt no shame. Getting out of wet clothes is hard for anyone, let alone someone with like twenty pounds of tumors racking them with constant pain.

She was so fucking happy to have gone swimming.

She is trying to "make everything right" before she goes. Trying to repay her debt to society and her debts in general. She couldn't understand why the corporation that owns our houses wouldn't take her money. She was genuinely distressed -- not to be homeless on her deathbed but to not leave this world with a clean slate. I told her intent matters. She can only do her best.

This company not letting her repay her debt was their fault, not hers.

When I finally needed to go, I told her to let me know any time she needed a hand or just wanted company. She told me she was going to die tonight. I told her I hoped not, so I could see her tomorrow. I offered her a hug, we hugged and she sobbed for a solid ten minutes into my shoulder. I told her she was okay. That it was okay.

When I got home I cried myself, because I could not believe she was going through all of that alone. I cannot even imagine how isolated she must have felt. Once I pulled myself back together I sent her a text reminding her to reach out any time and I'd do my best to come over. Like, any time at all.

I hope she is here tomorrow.

[nosleepgummitato]

I like the idea of Dream being, er. . . How do I put it?

Like I see a lot of dainty and sweet, innocent Dream.

I just want to see him be an old man. Like, i wanna see him complain because you forgot to put sugar in his Tea. I wanna see him kin Nightmare a bit, and it makes you think,

"Wow. These guys really are brothers, well I'd be darned."

I want to see Dream learn how to use modern technology, scrolling through the channels on the TV, grumbling on and on about how he can't find anything good.

I want to see him lose his cool and be fighting with Nightmare and realizing it's draging on too long and just giving up being like "You know what, I'm done- no, nonono, I just can't with you."

I wanna see him cook. I bet if he learned how to cook he'd be really good at it. Making a stake, medium rare, with the most scrumptious sides you've ever seen in your life, Horror will escape the castle to have dinner with this man and Dream with ease all the information about the bad sanses with his cooking skills on Horror.

I want him to drink wine, every other night. Quality red wine. I headcanon Nightmare drinks a lot of wine. The apple never falls far from the tree I guess.

Get it cause they're the apple twins, and they- they have an apple tree. . .

Not funny? <:0 Okay. . .