Adventures in Tumblr - The Social Justice Ouroboros Story

[Kim]

So, lately I've developed the terrible, self-destructive habit of looking up terrible things on the internet. As much as I'd like to, I probably shouldn't keep spamming them in the chat, which means I'm going to share them all with you.

I found this browsing the "fictives" tag on Tumblr.



Fictives are when people on Tumblr convince themselves they have multiple personalities and that one of those personalities is a fictional character. As you can see above, this person thinks they're the Doctor.



I think otherkin are when someone believes they're an animal in a human body. So... yeah...

Of course, fictives alone is one thing, but what happens when you ship your fictives? Apparently this.

[Krylo]

Otherkin are like... dragons and faeries and elves and shit. Mythological creatures, mostly.

[Sifright]

I read your post Liz my only response is "Bwuuuuh?"

[Kim]

[Arhra]

Originally Posted by Krylo

Otherkin are like... dragons and faeries and elves and shit. Mythological creatures, mostly.

Not to be confused with otakukin, who are Goku!

[TDK]

So this thread is about people who act like they have multiple personalities because they want attention?

[Kim]

Or really all the terrible shit I find on Tumblr. There's a lot.

[TDK]

Originally Posted by First tumblr linked

About Us

Hello. We’re the Magneton System. Yes. Like the Pokemon. Yes. We have problems.

The TARDIS
Ours is a gateway system, with two (vaguely related) primary worlds, and LOT of secondary ones (which are usually variations on the primaries). The exterior of the headspace, thanks to Wade, resembles the TARDIS and exists outside of the space-time continuum. Inside is a single Common Room containing a couch, a TV, and various other things that come and go as they’re needed. Parked in a corner is the Doctor’s own TARDIS (TARDISception!), which is both his means of traveling elsewhere and his living area.

There are several staircases that lead to doors. The number is constantly in flux, although there are four that don’t change. Two lead into the primary worlds, one leads to Chell’s living area, and the other leads to Caroline’s living area.

The TARDIS itself doesn’t really exist anywhere—it’s like the terminal of an airport. It’s a place for people to talk to each other but, ultimately, they leave. No one (with the exception of the Portal fictives) actually lives there.

What happens in the Room stays in the Room. If, for example, Tom was to talk to Deadpool, while in the Room he’d have memories of it, but when he went back to his own world, he wouldn’t. That’s why if you ask him, HIS friends in HIS world don’t know he’s part of a system—because outside the room he’s just Tommy, to himself and to others.

The System
There are several regulars, as well as a number of fictives and walk-ins. Fictives are just what they sound like: headmates who originated elsewhere and moved in here. Walk-ins are, the way I define them, are headmates who come and go as they please. They’ll be here for a while, then leave for ages, and we’ll think they’ve gone, but then show up again out of the blue. They are not permanent system members.

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The People
PM: Short for PostmodernMacro, I’m the host. (I use that term in the sense of hosting an event or a party. It’s my body, they just hang out here.) I’m also the original, but overall, that doesn’t mean much as far as “realness” goes—I’ve met some systems without originals.

I’m otherkin. A badgermole, to be specific, although I have an avian and feline side as well. I don’t mind being called a person. (Some ‘kin prefer “being” to “person”, but “being” just sounds so impersonal to me.) Here’s my otherkin blog.

I’m an androgyne who prefers ey/em/eir pronouns, although I’m not gonna get upset if you call me something else. As long as you know I’m not a girl and not a boy, I’m fine.

Also, I have a kid. He gets talked about sometimes.
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Tommy Raymond: Sup? You probably already know me and if you don’t WHY NOT. I have a blog. I talk a lot there. I’m a diagnosed pyromaniac. I’ve been abused, arrested, institutionalized, and assaulted. I like crossdressing and feeling pretty. I… don’t really do much, but I’m thinking about getting a job. Maybe as a barista? I have as many tattoos as I do fingers, and all of them are necessary. I’ve got a lot of scars too, and about half of them are self-inflicted. (Usually on accident. DO NOT PLAY WITH GASOLINE GUYS.) James is the only one who’s seen my natural hair color, because I think it’s BORING. It’s pretty much impossible to offend me, so feel free to ask me whatever.

Although no questions about my junk please I AM SICK OF THOSE.

I have a twin sister, Tabby, that I met for the first time in October of 2010—if you ask either of us the story, we’ll tell you. I have two legal brothers who are the assholes of the universe and responsible for a lot of my scars. My foster sister Kelsey was one of the biggest influences on my life.

My blog is here.
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Tabby Raymond: I be a ho. I like sex, I like it a lot. I currently live with my SO, a GQMF named Jamie. I like sex, drugs, and techno, and I prefer my drugs inside delicious baked goods. Actually, I just like pastries whether they’re Special or not. I make BITCHIN cookies.

I don’t have a job either, but that’s because I’m more like a body-modded June Cleaver than anything. I am a housewife pretty much. I cook, clean, laundry, all that good shit, while Jamie’s out doing… whatever it is Jamies do. Something soldiery.

Born in Sausalito, raised in LA, I grew up with my mom, stepdad, and his two kids. They’re kinda bitches, but they’ve used that in my favor sometimes. I can play the harmonica like you would not believe.

I’m pansexual and in an open D/s relationship. Jamie’s my Commanding Officer, and is currently commanding me to be in a martial arts class, so I’m learning capoeira in addition to everything else and oh god the pain.

I’m a genderfuck. It’s fun, although more often than not I end up looking twelve.
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erin mcalister/mcclane: i’m the bridge between the two primary worlds. in one world, I’m a music major, dating steve and drew. i’ve taught tommy some judo. i’m a military brat, growing up with my father, his sister, and my older twin brothers. i’m their little owly eri.

the other world, i’m actually deceased. this occurred in 1997. it was brain cancer. while i do slide between ages and worlds, unless i’m speaking to andrew or andy, it’s assumed that i’m currently in the world with tommy and tabby.

in both worlds, i’m a heteroromantic asexual, and in both worlds, i’m involved with a gay man. i’ve always been fond of owls, and my brothers—always soldiers—call me owly, because of my reading glasses.

in the other world, i’m also andy’s grandmother.

i love music. i play the piano, the cello, and the flute.

this is my blog. i post lots of pictures of owls and sometimes talk about books and asexuality.
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Andy McClane: Okay first off. I AM A CHICK. I’ve got tits and a vag and everything. I’m a Lesbian, and a serious worldslider. I’m a badger Changeling, a mutant who can speak to computers (and even when I’m not, I’m still kind of a technopath), and a boy.

In Tom’s world, I’m 21 and fucking a transguy. His female alter ego was hot, and he can science the shit out of things. So we science.

In the other world—my default world—I’m 25. I work for and live with a guy named Erik. I fix computers—mostly software. I’ll charge you out the ASS for hardware, I don’t do that. I’m also fucking Taylor. My grandpa’s Andrew, who’s married to Erin and also fucked Steve.

If it’s the younger version of me, I’ll sign my posts as DieHardBadger.

My religion is Saganism. It’s just like it sounds. FUCK YEAH Carl Sagan. Grandma taught me how to play the piano, so while I don’t look it, I play a lot of classical music.

I’m not fat, I’m thick. Like a delicious juicy steak. I’ve got a Harry Potter tattoo on my back and the blue TRON pattern in UV ink. I’m a ginger and I don’t have a soul—I was thirsty and traded it for a Red Bull.
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Will: I’m Will MacIntyre, oldest of eight siblings. I was born and raised in Kansas. I live in New York right now, with my husband Byron and my daughter Lexie. I’m a hired hero, and I couldn’t ask for a better job.

I uh. Really can’t think of anything else to put here? So there you go. Me in a nutshell.
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Steve (Marvel): My name is Steve Rogers—yes, that Steve Rogers. I was born in 1922, and “rebirthed” in 2005. (I apologize for that joke. I just couldn’t resist.) When I’m not being Captain America, I like to draw. I also paint a little, but I’m not as good.

I’m happiest when I’m covered in charcoal or with my husband Andrew or with Tony Stark. (It’s still so strange to call Andrew my husband. But I’m proud to.)
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Wade (Marvel): Deadpool bitches. I am awesome and sexy and can do all kinds of great shit. I am responsible for all the awesome and sexy things that happen here. I like tacos.

And chimichangas. And fuck you internet that is a word.
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Balder (Marvel): Thor and Loki’s younger brother, Balder is a Friend To All Things. He’s a bit of an ageslider—he’s either about eight or in his late teens/early 20s. Either way, he adores his older brothers and enjoys little-brother-like mischief. Little Balder has a blog.
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Thomas Raymond/Toro (Marvel): A firestarter from WWII and Korea, he was captured by the Russians, had his memory blanked, and was turned into a weapon. After a second memory-wipe from S.H.I.E.L.D., he was “released” into the public and is in the custody of one James Barnes. (Translation: James broke him out of the S.H.I.E.L.D compound and Tom is now sleeping on James’s couch.) In a recent turn of events (and an epic DICK MOVE), his memories were restored by Loki. He’s still trying to cope with this. Tommy loves to play the harmonica.
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Chell (Portal): Chell is a quiet, occasionally violent person. Xe doesn’t front (although xe will post here occasionally). I’m not sure if xe can’t or won’t, but xe doesn’t. Xe’s not around often, but when xe is, it’s like a metaphorical rock in the shoe—constant and impossible to ignore.

Winston (Portal): The name of Chell’s weighted companion cube. He talks here, but in headspace, Chell’s the only one who can hear him.
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The Space Sphere (Portal): He likes space. A lot. He has a blog. I don’t know why. He decided his name is Pike. So if I talk about Pike, that’s who it is.
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The Doctor (Doctor Who)
Hello! I’m the Doctor. The tenth one, with the shoes. Not the giraffe. Not that there’s anything wrong with the giraffe, I’m just not sure how I feel about his love for fezzes (and this is coming from the man who used to wear a celery).

I’m involved with the Master, Lucy Saxon, and Romana (members of the Cloud System). I have a son, Korash (also part of that system), and a granddaughter, Susan (part of this system).

I also have a blog-thing where I ramble about time and space and other wibbly-wobbly things.
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A list of the other walk-ins can be found here.

A list of members’ genders and pronoun preferences can be found here.

This can't NOT be trolling. No one is this delusional and still capable of functioning in the real world.


Edit: Looking at similar/linked blogs, I like how people share the same fictional character. I saw at least a dozen with The Doctor, two with the companion cube from Portal. Do...do they share? Or are they convinced that they have the *real* Doctor and everyone else is delusional, or...?

[Osterbaum]

Liz you're a terrible person.

Now post the Sonic stuff next.

[Bard The 5th LW]

Liz why do you hate yourself so much?

edit: And while Im asking, why do you hate US so much too? My life was pretty sweet before reading those things!