Kin post
Been a while since I’ve started on this subject with a NEW post instead of a reblog, but regardless I’ve realized I kin a SONA of mine... that’s fun.
My main sona, of course, has become so attacked to my life, his life takes up much of my brain. Not because he needs development as a character, no he’s had enough of that for YEARS compared to my other sonas, no this is a nearly never ending thing. I don’t know officially if it’s an otherkin/fictionkin thing or some weird parallel life (if those are mutually exclusive) cause like our lives are similar, he was initially designed that way, to mimic my existence, but he exists on levels I could never. I have other sonas that directly relate to me like this too, I do this with a lot of my sonas, it’s how I make them me. but...he just... his life has become something more than it was supposed to do, and I’m using “he“ here, but I often think of him as me (again technically normal for a sona), like so close to me it’s like if I wasn’t in this body I’d be in his...
Maybe I’m finally going nuts, maybe I’m not understanding things again, or maybe this is just...what it’s like to kin an OC...
He’s still a sona, has always been, but he’s officially become closer to being me then any other sonas have, even with his story becoming farr bigger than me I can’t imagine him not being me. I’ve had sonas whose stories have grown bigger than me and left me leaving them where they developed, no longer sonas, but him? ...I can’t even fathom leaving him as his own being, he’s me and I’m him... It’s incredibly strange and I’m not even sure I’m using the correct terms here (kin specifically).
If any of you kin your OCs feel free to dm me, reply, or reblog with your thoughts on this. Am I nuts, am I mistaking terms, is this just word vomit at this point?
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Incorrect Quote Generator Except It’s My Kins
Connor Temple (Prmvl) • Dean Winchester (SPN) • Monroe (Grimm) Ft. Sam Winchester
Dean: Connor and I just got that friendship where you finish each others-
Connor: Sentences :]
Dean: Don’t interrupt me.
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Dean, bored out of his skull: Whaddya call a fish w/ no eye?
Connor, w/out missing a beat: Myxine Circifrons
Connor, proud of himself:
Dean:
Dean: Fshhhhh
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Connor, learning how to drive American cars: So, what would happen if I pressed the brake and gas at the same time?
Sam: The car takes a screenshot, actually.
Dean, outraged: Get the hell out of my car.
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Dean: Shit, s’locked. Connor, gimme your credit card.
Connor: Here.
Dean: Thanks *pockets it*
Dean: Sam, kick the door down.
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Connor: Why’re you on the floor…?
Dean: Just got broken up with.
Connor: Oh… sorry, mate.
Dean:
Dean, cupping his wound: I actually got shot, can you call Sam?
Connor: Shit, yeah.
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Connor: You two have a great “good-cop-bad-cop” dynamic.
Connor: How do you keep it up?
Dean: We don’t.
Connor:…?
Dean: I’m just a dick and Sam isn’t.
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Sam: How did neither of you hear what I just said??
Connor: Sorry, I got distracted
Dean: I was consciously ignoring you.
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Sam and Connor: *tapping pens against table*
Dean: The hell’re they doing?
Monroe: Morse code, I think
Connor: *taps frantically*
Sam: YOU BITCH
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Connor: This is a terrible idea.
Dean: Why’d you come with me? Coulda stayed home.
Connor: Less likely to be put in jail if I talk the cops out of arresting us rather than you killing them.
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Connor: -that’s the plan.
Dean: Do you take constructive criticism, Con?
Connor: Yeah, why not
Dean: It fucking sucks
Connor: That’s not constructive.
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Sam: Remember when we could just do a salt ’n burn instead of having to stop the apocalypse?
Dean: Stop romanticizing the past.
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Dean: S’up, Con. Ooo you made pancakes? Gimme.
Connor, baffled: You- No you- I saw you die! What the fuck?!
Dean: You don’t know my bloodline.
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Connor: I have a theory.
Dean: Do not tell me about it
Connor: Too late, I think-
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Dean and Connor in some asylum:
Dean: Shit, flashlight’s dead
Connor: Oh, I got it
Connor: *Stomps*
Connor: *T-Rex sneakers light up*
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Connor: Dean, not everything can be solved with a gun
Dean: That’s why I carry another, secret, gun.
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Sam: *Kicks down Monroe’s door*
Monroe: What the hell happened!? Are you okay!?
Sam: No one died.
Monroe: THAT DOESN’T MAKE ME FEEL BETTER
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Monroe: Dude, go to the doctor. Probably nicked an organ or something, I can’t fix this!
Sam: Is this our stab wound? No. Keep stitching.
—
Dean, trying not to be sappy: I wouldn’t mind waking up with you everyday in the foreseeable future.
Connor: I wake up at 5:30 for work.
Dean:
Dean: I’d like to see you sometime everyday in the foreseeable future :]
—
Sam: It’s fine, I got this all under control. We’ll be okay.
Dean: *Unconscious*
Monroe: *Bleeding out*
Connor: HOW CAN YOU STILL SAY THAT?!
Sam: Denial works wonders.
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Connor: Am I in trouble..?
Dean: Guess.
Connor:….no?
Dean: Guess again.
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Sam: English is a hard language. It can be understood through tough thorough thought, though.
Dean: I hate you
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Monroe: What’s for dinner?
Connor: *stares at the blackened pan full of ash*
Connor: I think we should spice it up and filter feed for dinner.
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Dean: *smiling over his coffee*
Sam: Why’re you so giddy?
Dean: What, I’m not allowed to be happy?
Monroe: He tripped Connor down the stairs
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Connor: If I let someone win at chess, is that sapiosexual bottoming?
Dean:
Dean: Are you capable of thinking before you speak?
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Monroe: Why’s Sam so… mopey?
Dean: He took a “What Character are You” quiz
Monroe: And?
Dean: He got Connor.
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Sam: *Stitching up Connor after a bad day at work*
Monroe: How’s he look?
Dean: Better than you
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Dean: I just ended a 4 year relationship.
Connor: Oh man, I’m sorry mate.
Connor: Wanna talk about it or…?
Dean: What? Oh, no. It wasn’t mine.
*Various sounds of Sam and Monroe fighting*
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Dean: Sam won’t answer his damn cell
Monroe: Hold on, lemme call him
Connor: We both called 6 ti-
Monroe: *one ring*
Sam: *Picks up* Hello?
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Connor, ambling out into the kitchen: What time’s it?
Dean: I don’t know, hand me that recorder and we’ll find out
Dean: *Plays hot crossed buns obnoxiously loud*
Sam: SHUT THE FUCK UP IT’S 4 AM
Dean: It’s 4 am :]
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Dean and Connor over text:
C: HELP!! I’m being kidnapped!!
D: Where are you?
C: In some dude’s car
D: I’ll call Sam
Sam: Hello?
Dean: Have you heard from Connor? He just texted me all scared
Sam: Wh- He’s right- hold on. I’ll call you back.
Sam: IT’S JUST A TRIM, MY HAIR IS LITERALLY THE SAME.
Connor: WHO ARE YOU?!?
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Connor: Monroe, can I have some dating advice?
Monroe: Just cause I’m with Sam doesn’t mean I know how I did it
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Connor: I told Dean his ears get red when he lies
Sam:….why?
Connor: because, watch.
Connor: Dean! Do you love me?
Dean, cupping his ears: No.
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Connor: Some guy yelled at Dean and I when we were walking
Monroe: Oh that sucks….
Connor:
Monroe: What’d he do?
Connor: Chased him to the next intersection and managed to-
Dean, walking in with a full steering wheel: Where should I hang this?
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Connor: What should I do?
Dean: I would give you advice
Dean: but in all honestly I would just beat the shit out of him
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Connor: Dean! Dean look!
Connor: *Punches wall*
Connor: *Crumples to the ground in agony*
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Dean: If you can’t beat em
Dean: Fuck their mom
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Sam, wheezing w/laughter: He got you good, man
Dean: you know what I say, Sam
Sam, confused: What do you say?
Dean: Fool me once
Dean: I’ll kill you
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Monroe: Guys
Monroe: You’ll never believe this
Connor: What happened?
Monroe: I made a mistake
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