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I’m not too informed on kinning, but what’s a kintype?

Okay, so, fictionkin terminology has gotten pretty diluted outside the community in the past few years, due to a massive influx of casual interest in the community during a time while anti-kin were impersonating fictionkin as a form or trolling and harassment.

But I’m going to try not to go on a rant about that.

A “kintype” is the term for who you are as a fictionkin. For example, some of my kintypes are Vriska, Toko Fukawa, Sabretooth, Karl Heisenberg, and Revolver Ocelot.

Some people refer to the ‘characters’ they are as their “kins” but this was not even marginally accepted community terminology until very recently, and a lot of older community members including myself are more or less against it’s use entirely for reasons I won’t get into here.

The term “kinning” falls under this same umbrella of not being accepted terminology by serious fictionkin, and I explain why for this one.

“Kinning” is a verb which describes an action, but being fictionkin is not an action, it’s something that you are. You wouldn’t (in serious circumstances) describe yourself as ‘girling’ or ‘eightteening’, you’d say you’re a girl, or say you’re eighteen.

i’m experiencing baby’s first kin-related f/o here and it’s sorta throwing me off bc i don’t really know how to explain it properly. like. i don’t ship junko enoshima with *me*, i ship her with mukuro… except mukuro is me but not entirely and auauhaahahhh

Oh geez. Is this your first kintype?

If it is I would 100% put processing and understanding your feelings and experiences surrounding being Mukuro in general before you hone in and focus on on your relationships. That said, I can understand if that’s difficult right now.

Being kin and having all these feelings for people we were close to in the past is big, it’s heavy. It’s one of the most powerful emotions that we in sinister have experienced.

We have you in our thoughts, and if there’s anything we can do to help, we’ll be happy to.

–πŸΊπŸ¦€

I jusssst heard of the term mirealtive! It’s on pluralpedia! It’sss where you’re from a different reality/dimension and your “sssource” in this reality is jussst a thing that mirrors your experience. – 🍏 anon

Oh cool, interesting new word for it. The terms souldbond, walk-in, multiverse traveller etc have been used in the past.

Anyway that’s what we all are. We ain’t from ‘round these parts πŸ˜‰

Isss it weird that I write proship fanfiction of my ssssource to cope with traumatic memoriessss of that source? – 🍏 anon

I’d say that’s a common experience and activity for people who experience being from a fictional source. For sure, we do it too!

That said, I’m gonna be nit-picky. πŸ˜‰

It’s weird to write fanfiction.

It’s weird to be a fictive or fictionkin.

And that’s totally cool.

Your blog has made me sit and wonder if maybe the odd connections I’ve felt to specific characters were really just the Autism or maybe if they were some kind of other connection. I ache for them. I ache to be near them, to touch them, to see and feel and hear them as they are, beautiful and ugly and kind and cruel. Some I see myself in; others I see like old, ancient friends from times past. I’m also learning to engage with potential headmates. I’ve heard things, sometimes, when I lay down to sleep. Nothing big, but…it’s something, right? And there’s the time, a few months ago, when I heard someone say “Psst – I’m still here”. I got so excited about that…I should have been scared, but I kept hoping I’d hear her again.I never did, though…that’s depressing.
– πŸ‰πŸ’Œ

It sounds like you’re on a journey of self discovery, and we are here for you!

Here are some resources that might help you sort things out.

our post from the other day about contacting headmates.

fictionkin.org: a resource for helping people understand fictionkin

from-fiction: tumblr related to fictionkin, fictives and general fictional alterhumanity

soulblonder: a sadly pretty dead blog dedicated to soulbonding

sabre-tooth:

So last night I was dreaming about implanted memories. Specifically disentangling ‘em.

It was the team X days, or maybe when we got back together to figure everything out. Dream context’s fucking hard to figure out.

Anyway we’re we’re talking about memories and somebody started talking about being a kid,and getting hurt in the summer and their ma tending the wounds on their face. Somethin about “moms hands rough from lye soap”.

And we all realized we had the same fucking memory, which didn’t make any goddamn sense.

And then I sorta half woke up and the dream bled into thinking.

So anyway I might talk about some of the work Logan and I have been doing on figuring out what the hell actually happened to us.

Mythics and fictives shaking hands. I’m not even human-SHAPED in the headspace. My legs curve at all the wrong angles in the front. My ears are too low on my head. My eyes are too human, my pupils are too round. Where have my tails gone? What about my pretty clothes? Why is there pale skin where there should be calico fur?

World’s saddest handshake, pal. 🀝 We’re all existing here in bodies that don’t fit and it sucks.

Existing as a fictive means living every day with a curious kind of body horror.

The face in the mirror is not my face. The body I use is not my body. It is a stranger to me. The wrong size, shape, color, maybe even the wrong number of limbs. It is a stranger to me.

It lies to me. It says ‘you are not the self you know you are, you have never been that person. There is only the shell. The shell is the truth.’

Sometimes when I see the face in the mirror I believe it.

I will never see my face in the mirror again.

Maybe one day the face in the mirror won’t be a stranger.

I am afraid of that day.