Two Years Of Us..
Two years of us..
You may have been with me for longer, but the choice to take your name marks a crucial moment in our history. Ultimately, it was a choice.
An act of love. To want to be associated with you, to want to acknowledge you, to welcome you into my life, even when I hadn't fully realized that was what I had been doing. Shaping my perceptions of the world with your own thoughts, feelings, and memories.. it was something that was ultimately necessary to my own growth.
The literal, fragmented nature of you means I was always experiencing myself. Aspects of myself I had distanced myself from, and yet there you were, reconnecting me to myself. Drawing my soul back to me.
Your joy, your pride, your guilt, your shame, all of it meaningful to me. All of it serving a purpose. Every action was another piece of the puzzle, and I finally feel able to step back far enough to see the entire picture.
I see us. I see us, and what I no longer see is the shame I had felt in the way we coexist. You will always be with me, regardless of our integration. The experiences we have had and continue to have are cherished; it feels as though a second soul exists alongside my own, and it is something I treasure deeply.
I love you. I love us. I love how you've carried me this far and shown me things about myself I would never have understood otherwise. I love how your view of the world has colored my own. I love how I feel I was able to give you new experiences, demonstrating the good of the world to not only yourself, but to myself as well.
Life has been cruel to both of us, but it has also been kind, unbelievably kind. I am grateful to have given you a second chance, and I am grateful that you were able to assist me with my own. Hand in hand, we stood against the very forces that tore us down, and we emerged victorious, united in the beauty of the world.
Two years of evolution. Great pride in a heavy amount of effort, of work, of constant effort.
And the results have been nothing short of miraculous.
I love you.
Thank you for two years.
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Hilariously, every time I do something that makes me question my kin (would he really like or do xyz?), the very act of questioning or loosely policing myself is exactly what he would have done
30 Day Fictionkind Challenge
Day 10: Link to/tag your favorite fictionkin Tumblr.
Aside from my own? Unfortunately, I don't have one. I'm fairly new to the community on an overall level and haven't found many others.
Day 11: Have you ever met other fictionkin? In real life or online?
I have spoken well with at least one other person who openly experiences kin the way I do, but haven't had more interaction than that. I would love to meet someone who is fictionkin in real life, just to have that bonding moment.
I have, however, seen a few other blogs made by those who also kin this character. None appear to be active, and I'm not sure if I could even find them again at this rate, but I do strongly recall them for the impact they left on me. I was at least a little embarrassed by who I'd found myself feeling drawn towards, and seeing others interacting with that same draw made me feel at least a bit more at ease.
I would love to be able to meet more.
Seems I'm in! I think what I have for now will suffice
Thinking of making a more well-rounded introduction once I can tell that my blog is showing up in the tags
You know, I don't think I'm afraid anymore, I don't want to fight anymore, and I've come to see how fundamental this is to me. It isn't something I chose, so fighting performs a disservice to it.
I don't think I'm afraid anymore.
I think I love you.
I love you.
Almost the same, but just a step to the left
30 Day Fictionkind Challenge
Day 14: What are shifts like?
There isn't a way to say it that doesn't sound poetic. They're difficult to describe in all actuality, and I've noticed how the feelings have changed as time has gone on. Allow me to use a vehicle analogy. The first shifts felt as though the wheel was being taken from me while I controlled the gas and brakes, but now it feels as if I am still in full control, only taking driving directions from a close and trusted friend.
A shift feels like moonlight scattering across a landscape, like incense or candle smoke permeating a room, like rose petals and love notes. Wholly unique, yet simultaneously ubiquitous.
My options are almost equally as funny - either a fictive in an incredibly indistinct system, or a psychological and spiritual kin in a harmonized setting.
Either way, I am here and he is here, and that doesn't seem as though it will change any time soon.
Othercon 2023 Schedule
The schedule for Othercon 2023 is now available!
Tomorrow (August 10th) is also the last day to create an othercon.org account if you haven't already (one is necessary to attend).
If you tried to register and got an error related to your Discord ID, it is because you didn't enter your Discord ID. Please see the guide here on how to properly find it: https://support.discord.com/hc/en-us/articles/206346498-Where-can-I-find-my-User-Server-Message-ID-
Been thinking about my tag system and am likely going to use some emojis! I'll move a few more posts over here before I solidify it, but I do have a plan!
Apricity
(A-pri-si-ti)
Noun
The warmth of the sun in winter.
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