#-new fictive tag

[interstellarsystem]

You ever just see fanart of a series and have this inherent knowledge that either someone in your system has a kintype as one of these guys or you're going to get a fictive within a week of watching it?

#alterhuman #nonhuman #fictionkin #fictionkind #plural #actuallyplural #plural system #fictive #but oh my god #some things just have a vibe that you can sense #from 100 miles away #they (new source) cross you on the street (tumblr dashboard) #you know they're the one (another special interest about to reshape your life) #you cant do anything but give in #op #jayfeather (he/they) #it got weirdly poetic(?) in these tags tonight didnt it #everything althu #everything otherkin #everything plural #althu experiences #plural experiences #otherkin experiences

[ink-wells-and-feathers]

todays headcanon time with Ink is that the season one kids did "self care nights" (Lark only joined in sometimes) including face and hair masks, bath bombs, and whatever lotion of the week Henry gave the twins. oh and plenty of movies they weren't allowed to watch

#ink says something stupid again #ink.says #dndads #dndaddies #dungeons and daddies #grant wilson dndads #grant wilson #lark oak #sparrow oak #nick close #nicky close foster #terry junior #terry stampler #fictives posting about themselves #thats a new tag im feeling brave today! #headcanon time with ink

[strikes-in-boots]

We saw Godzilla x Kong: The New Empire the other day, and gosh darn was that a doozy.

#All I gotta say is Trans rights for Godzilla and Gay rights for Trapper an' Bernie. #im real sorry i didnt do well on the art lmao things have been hectic #might delete this #might add more #actual tags now #helluva boss #helluva boss art #helluva boss fictive #helluva boss striker #striker #godzilla x kong: the new empire #fictive art #fictive #godzilla #godzilla art #did system art #only taggin' with sys stuff so that people who see this dont assume its fanart/roleplay so please dont condense me to my disorder #thank y'all kindly #i hope y'all are doin' well #<333

[fenteii]

Hello! Also a dsmp fictive (not disclosing who since even our friends don't know, although it's not Wilbur I'll say that much) but we love your art, genuinely. We were actually thinking of commissioning you once we get more money :)

Anyway, here's more proof that you're an introject whisperer I suppose!

AWSGH?? MAN??:(( I genuinely can't express how much these messages mean to me, I'm extremely grateful you guys like my art that much!!

Whenever you have the ability to, I am ready to take your commission! 🫡 I'm honoured!

#ask #anon #fictive collection #introject collection #new tags!

[nyandela-catalogue]

working on digitalizing it, but here’s a self-portrait i sketched :) not sure who draws J Marshall’s hair like that, but i saw it on a cover on soundcloud and thought it looked good so i learned how to draw it!

-Jonah🤘

#jonah post #og #nyandela arts #<-new art tag =) #ig cause im a fictive and this is teeeechnically also a drawing of j marshall i should tag him too lol #jonah marshall #the mandela catalogue #mandela catalogue

[scpwiki-official]

bride

#acrylic on paper #2023 #Hey this is our academic painting style lol #Fictive stuff #Scp #Scp 4231 #Dr clef #francis wojciechoski #Francis scp #System art #plural artist #trans artist #New Zealand artist #alter portrait #rotangel :francis tag #Our art #Art

[ebonytails]

People tend to mix us up a lot, so I drew a little guide :-)

Everyone in order: @itswhattheycallyou, @krislet, @markrus, @kristalpepsi

#deltarune #kris dreemurr #fictives #fictive #p kris #kris p #kris t #markus #ebonytailsart #headspace #krislet #itswhattheycallyou #markrus #kristalpepsi #refs #we need a new ref tag.. i can't just put this in oc ref. seriously #from markus #Honestly‚ drawing us all in one page made me realize that I need to be more careful with how I render art of my self portraits #It's so easy to genuinely accidentally lighten your own skin in art #Then again‚ we don't color pick anymore. We go off of the environment's lighting when there is one

[skyan-cyan]

art dump of myself (+ that one time me and voxrey agrued for an hr straight drawn as a meme)

#its so diffucult drawing with our left hand #apparently we used to be a lot better #since we used to be able to use our right hand #ani.txt #ani.png #new tag time #art #my art #fictive #plural system #plural artist #endo friendly #pro endo #endo safe

[sprinklina]

#awful horrible nsft jokes in the tags in 3 2 1 #what hex color do you think it is #i need to be on him like pigeons on french fries #by the time im done with him... to shreds i say #i could invent an entire new hole #i need him. i need him NEEEOOOOOWWWWW #can you tell the anonymous fictive is fronting . the dungeon meshi fictive . sorry

[ruifictiveagere]

aablbl..

#nene fictive agere #nene's babbles ! #(I added that new tag - Rui )

[equinox-system]

THERES MORE PEOPEL FROM THE GAME OUR HOSTS ARE MAKING.

DO YOU GUYS WANT ME TO LET THEM PIST MORE OR NOT BECAUSE THEYRE ALL SLEAZY GAY MEN WHO ARE EUTHER OUT FOR MY BLOOD OR OUT FOR OTHER PEOPLE’S BLOOD

#—BETTA.EEL WAS HERE; equinox system! #fictive heavy system #endo friendly #endo safe #pro endo #plural system #plural #plurality #system #actually plural #introject #fictives #fictive #indie devs #inventing a new tag for my sourceposts #//MEDIOCRE.MASSACRE #YEAH 🗣️‼️ #and a sideblog too

[scarletjudgement]

HxH and HTTP Status Codes

The HTTP 403, 404, and 405 references in the Hunter Exam (as foreshadowing or character-summaries) is so sickening, but at the same time it's hard to deny that Togashi probably was referencing them, considering that the manga came out in 1998 while HTTP codes were a thing since 1992-1993 (and he spent a whole page explaining what the internet and computers were). It could definitely be a coincidence, but the definitions of what 403, 404, and 405 end up meaning is something we see as the stories have progressed.

For context, these are the Error Codes, and as the reader I think you may already guess and connect the dots on why I find the correlations so intriguing:

403 Forbidden: Leorio

The request contained valid data and was understood by the server, but the server is refusing action. (Wikipedia) The client does not have access rights to the content; that is, it is unauthorized, so the server is refusing to give the requested resource. Unlike 401 Unauthorized, the client's identity is known to the server... re-authenticating makes no difference. The access is tied to the application logic, such as insufficient rights to a resource. (Mozilla)

404 Not Found: Kurapika (We all know this)

The requested resource could not be found but may be available in the future. Subsequent requests by the client are permissible. (Wikipedia) A 404 status code only indicates that the resource is missing: not whether the absence is temporary or permanent. If a resource is permanently removed, use the 410 (Gone) status instead. (Mozilla)

405 Method Not Allowed: Gon (Though I think the name of the error can speak for itself)

The request method is known by the server but is not supported by the target resource. (Mozilla) A request method is not supported for the requested resource. (Wikipedia)

Further thoughts:

While it's possible that this can definitely be a stretch or a coincidence, it sure is an interesting way to look at it. And even if Togashi did not intend for these to connect, it makes me even more interested to continue reading HxH to see how long they'll connect until they're no longer applicable.

404 interests me because of "temporary unavailable" and "it may be available again in the future", so I wonder if that's applicable not only to Kurapika himself but to the Kurta Clan as well, considering we're entering the Dark Continent and I've already seen a theory on the Kurta Clan originating from the DC one way or another (reddit links)

Think of these as an allegory or metaphor

Mozilla page on HTTP Response Status Codes / Wikipedia page on HTTP Status Codes

#HxH #Hunter x Hunter #HxH Meta #Meta #It's sickening in a way where it makes a lot of sense and it makes me a little sad. #To the point where I don't want to explain the correlation and I'd rather have whoever is reading this make their own connections. #This is so sick and twisted. #While I can even argue about how 401 would 'make more sense for Leorio over 403'- #This post is about 'How their /given/ exam numbers can be tied to them' rather than 'what it ''should'' have been instead' #I hope this makes sense. #Also I am no expert in HTTP and programming or web development- so take what I say with a grain of salt. #I'm speaking in my singlet 'im not a fictive' voice to keep this post coherent... If I had my way I'd just say 'myself' the entire time. #Pikachika #New Talking tag.. Chika being a reference to Chika / Chika Chika (Filipino) Which means to chit-chat or engage in gossip.

[the-furies]

YOU – Regain awareness.

Open your eyes.

Wait and listen.

You pause for a second. Something tells you that you shouldn't do that just yet…

Open your eyes.

Wait and listen.

You wait and listen, staying as still as possible. There's some shuffling around you, but the area sounds relatively empty. You open an eye slightly. Just enough to see if it's dark or not. And… It is.

"Great," you think. You can't see shit, normally. You especially can't see shit if it's dark.

You take a painfully slow, deep breath. This situation is so fucking stupid. You've been through worse—and stupider—but this one is particularly stupid. And ridiculous. And you just might strangle Harry over this shit when you find him.

… Yikes, actually.

The thought makes you wince. You wouldn't actually hurt him, would you? No… Right? Fuck. You wouldn't be here if you didn't care about him. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. You're making yourself paranoid.

–1 Morale.

God fucking dammit.

You say fuck it and open your eyes. Overthinking, alone, will not help the situation at hand. In fact, it'd only make things worse.

You open your eyes to near complete darkness. To your right is a window, letting in some light—it looks like it's nearly night. At least you can *see* a bit, though, shitty vision be damned. Speaking of…

Put your glasses on.

First, you grab a handkerchief from your jacket pocket and wipe your face off. You throw the handkerchief, now covered in blood and… Flour… to the side. You grab your glasses and place them back on your face, where they belong, and finally, you can truly assess the situation.

You, Lieutenant Kim Kitsuragi, have somehow, successfully, smuggled yourself into a cabin. The cabin of which holds this competition's contestants. The competition? A fucking death match, of course. Don't question it. Don't think about it. There's no time for that.

It looks safe enough to get up. As quietly as you can, you slowly stand up, and try your best to clean off the… Blood. And Flour. Good lord. There had to have been a better [less stupid] way to sneak in. But anyways…

You walk towards the window. Just enough light out to read by. Perfect. You pull your notebook and pen out and immediately begin writing.

·

YOU – This was such a stupid idea Volta and if I could I'd send you to the Pale.

You wait a couple seconds, and you see yourself write:

VOLTA DO MAR – It worked though, did it not? Ahaha.

You roll your eyes, and continue.

YOU – Still. Blood and flour? Really?

VOLTA DO MAR – *Pig's blood* and flour. It's funny. Laugh, *pig*. Ha, Ha, Ha.

YOU – I'm not taking any shit from a bitch that shares *my* body, thank you very much.

VOLTA DO MAR – You're right, sorry. But *still*. You're in, now we can…

Volta suddenly tapered off. "That's not good," you think. And then, someone else starts writing.

PARANOIA – There's something behind you.

·

Uh oh.

Turn around.

Pretend everything is fine and ignore whatever the fuck is behind you.

??? – Before you is a giant fish, almost as tall as you. It begins sniffing you, and after a moment, it makes a soft growling noise. It then opens its mouth…

Ohhh no. Fuck that shit.

Face to face with what looks like a cartoon fish out of hell, you understandably panic. You try to run away, but–

OW.

You slip. And fall. Right on your face. Into the mess of blood and flour around you.

–1 Health.

??? – The… Thing, towers over you now. It doesn't sound like it'd immediately try to kill you out of hostility, but it looks like it'd still very much try to eat you regardless. Like what it's trying to do right now.

The Thing pokes and prods at you with its mouth. Like a predator playing with its food before killing it. Fucked up, thinks one of the beings sharing your body. Or, you *think* it was one of them, anyway. You try to lie as still as possible. Maybe it'll think you're dead?... Do giant cartoon fish-things eat dead things? You don't know. Not that it's important.

??? – After a moment, The Thing suddenly stops prodding at you. You heard it turn around suddenly. It got distracted, it sounds like! Perfect time to get away–

?????? – Heyyy, Cohozuñito! How's it been?

The Thing [Cohozuñito, apparently?] leaves you on the floor and runs [or, slides, it looks like] towards the voice. You once again stand up, slowly. And turn your attention towards the soft glow in front of you.

In front of you stands a man. A man that's also surrounded by warm, comforting light. The light seems to be emanating *from* him, around his head. You stare at him, dumbfounded.

?????? – 'Sup?

The man waves at you. He has a laidback, chill sort of vibe about him. Despite his modern clothing, you can't help but feel he's not *from* this time period.

Still staring blankly at him, and without thinking, you uttered,

YOU – What the fuck?

He chuckled at that.

?????? – Yeah people tend to say that when they see me for the first time, haha. I'm Jesus, and you are?

Jesus held his hand out, for you to shake.

You do *not* do that, and instead squint at him, one hand rubbing your forehead.

YOU – Do I have another fucking concussion. What the fuck's a Jesus.

Both Jesus (!?) and the Cohozuñito (!?!?) laughed at that.

JESUS – Ohh boy. Uhm. Don't worry about that! Not important right now!

He waved a hand around and looked confused after a moment when nothing happened. Like he expected that to do something. “What a weirdo,” you think.

JESUS – Sorry about Cohozuñito here tryin' to eat you. He's uhh… Hungry, I assume? And you look like unfried food right now, frankly. So. Y'know.

YOU – Ah. Well. Um.

You turn and point at Cohozuñito.

YOU – Don't do that shit again.

Cohozuñito made a sad, apologetic sound, and nodded.

JESUS – 'Zuño understands now. You are not food. Won't happen again. He prommys!

YOU – … The fuck did you just say to me.

“Oh my god. Can this fucking guy understand the *literal fish* standing next to him.” You ask yourself.

You grab your notebook out once more and begin frantically writing.

·

YOU – Hello. For the love of god hello.

A moment passes.

PIECES – Heyyyy.

Oh thank God, the guy with braincells.

YOU – Please help. What the fuck is a Jesus.

PIECES [Trivial: Failure] – Uhmmmm. Dunno. Sorry.

YOU – Y'all are no goddamn help.

·

A sudden crashing sound interferes with your frenzied writing. You look towards the noise.

The Cohozuñito has opened the fridge, and from it, has pulled out an egg.

COHOZUÑITO – *Garbled noises*

JESUS – Crack it before you eat it! The shell is tough and will be sharp, my friend.

The Cohozuñito brings it to the stove and, unceremoniously, smashes it open with a hammer.

And from it, another man appears.

JESUS – … Huh.

COHOZUÑITO – *Guttural sounds*

JESUS – I suppose it could be called that, yeah.

You blink at the interaction. And then speak.

YOU – What?

JESUS – He said it's like a reverse ouroboros.

YOU – The fuck does that mean?

JESUS – Don't worry about it!

Jesus laughed nervously. Meanwhile, There is a whole entire other man in front of you three.

???? – Man… Whaddahell.

The stranger looks, well. Strange. And confused. He looks around at you, Jesus, and the Cohozuñito. He hops off the stovetop.

You feel like you're in a fever dream.

·

YOU – Are y'all seeing this shit there's a guy from an egg.

VOLTA DO MAR – Congrats to him for coming out!

YOU – NOT WHAT I MEANT.

·

The stranger gets his bearings quite quickly, though, and goes to give Jesus a high-five, which he accepts.

???? – Oh shit, hey Jesus!

JESUS – Hi Volo!

·

YOU – Ok. Dude's name is Volo. Noted. Why does he know Jesus.

PIECES – Everybody knows Jesus. Duh. Lol. Lmao, even.

YOU – Stop being a sarcastic little bitch you *know* I don't know who Jesus is!!!

·

You gently hit yourself on the face with your now-closed notebook, tired of everything.

YOU – I need. A drink.

You're speaking to nobody in particular, but Jesus heard you anyway, and is right by your side with a glass of red wine.

You decide not to question anymore shit, and take the drink without verbally acknowledging how weird that is.

Meanwhile, there's more commotion, once again ruining your concentration and by extension the conversation being held in your notebook.

The commotion being someone loudly opening the cabin door. The person responsible for the noise then hobbled in.

That person… Ah. You recognize him immediately!

It's Harry!

You dart towards him, happy to see *somebody* you finally recognize, blood and flour be damned! You scoop him up into a hug immediately, and he hugs you back just as tightly.

Yeahhh, those were definitely intrusive thoughts earlier. The smile on your face currently proves that. If anything happened to this man you would kill everyone in the room and then yourself, actually.

Morale restored.

Pulling away from the hug, you look Harry over and notice he looks like shit. Which… Isn't saying much, honestly!

YOU – Harry, you… Look like shit. Like, worse than usual. What happened?

He looks around. At the floor, at the ceiling, everywhere, while trying to think of what to say. He hums while putting his words together.

HARRY – Uhm. Uh. A lot?

YOU – Yeah, no shit!

You let Harry lean on you as you both walked back to the others. Before you could introduce him to everyone though, Harry, naturally, pulled some Bullshit™.

HARRY – Oh, hey Jesus!

He waved, and Jesus waved back. And you almost pushed him to the floor in annoyance! Why does everybody but you know who Jesus is!!!! Ugh. Okay. Fuck. Fuck! Fine.

NEW TASK: READ THE FUCKING BIBLE, I GUESS!

///

hello @white-boy-bracket here's. The next chapter 👍 co-written w @takemetotheastralagain who helped write the Cohozuñito & Volo!

Kim's Skills, btw:

Volta Do Mar — Kim's version of Inland Empire, embodies word salad/rambling/thought disorder shit

Paranoia — Self explanatory! 😃👍

Pieces — Kim's version of Encyclopedia, also self explanatory tbh HDJFJFJ

*These are all Skills our Kim fictive has btw do not @ us or anything. We're writing our fictive here not canon Kim ok thankyou JSJSJDJFIF

#writing tag #New Task™ #THIS IS CRACK FIC. THIS IS CRACK FIC. PWOPLE WHO DONTKNOW ABT THE WHITE BOY BRACKET LORE THIS IS **CRACK FIC**!!! AISJSKFKCKDKDKXKXCOF #*same goes w the Harry + his Skills in this fic btw. they're literally our fictives. #if anyone is ooc that is why. also bc it is not a serious fic at all DJEJAKSKDKCKCK #paranoia and pieces' names are shortened btw if anyone's curious what their full names are feel free 2 ask

[todayimfour]

Hey; your papyrus mood board…. That’s not entirely- accurate

He is also really intelligent and impressive engineer. He may act childish at times but he does plan out his actions incredibly well to have the right outcome.

The bedtime stories are not a weakness but an attempt to keep nightmares away, the car bed- well name any man in their 20s who wouldn’t want that; and just likes collecting figurines. He has a childlike mind, but is not a kid or childish

Hey friend, thank you for your input! I agree that he is very much a grown man and not at all live I've depicted him canonically. I should have been more clear with my post :3

My mood boards are almost always regression themed, meaning that they are sort of a 'what if?' sorta deal. There are countless resources going in-depth into age regression and the different variants and types but the main point is: regressing to a younger mindset as a coping skill.

My mood boards are what if 'character' regressed?? What toys would they like? Would they enjoy pacifiers or teethers? What items would help them feel small and safe and comfortable?

In a way, it's kinda like creating an AU, I'm never meaning to create discourse with my boards or offend anyone who likes non regression content better. I'm just having fun with the silly little guys that take residency in my mind. If that's not for you, feel free to block me <3

#ghostly response #new tag!! #agere explanation #my moodboards #anon ask #answering asks #this was my first ask #so yay!! #also im roommates with a system that has a Papyrus fictive and he loved it #god i hate how fake that sounds #anyways #if ur reading this #have a nice day #<3

[t4tdanvis]

TUMBLR BE A GOOD WEBSITE CHALLENGE

#❄.txt #STOP RECOMMENDING ME POSTS W TAGS IVE BLOCKED #I DONT WANT TO HAVE A SHIP I FUCKING DESPISE SHOVED IN MY FACE #IM DYING OUT HERE YALL I HATEBEING A FICTIVE SOMETIMES #im remember things i didnt even remember happened. this is fucking Insane bro /exo #new trigger unlocked LOL gonna avoid the shit out of that from now on #need to kill 30 or 40 people and then ill feel better /ref

[everydisease]

I don’t have an agab I was created for experimentation via cloning in the year 5 billion by cat nurses and then forcibly infected with every disease in attempt to find the cures for said diseases

#xoxo #doctor who #new earth #fictive #this is source trauma. but also I think it’s funny so I’m main tagging it this is fine to rb