#multyfandom

I've never done a kinlist before, which I don't think is a very common story considering I'm 22.

Alas, this one isn't done in the cool radical original sense, but a pathetic parody where I shoved a bunch of characters I was obsessed about/who left a mark on me (and about whom I'm not all that universally ashamed (though I should be (was rightly booed for The Bachelor by my friend(learned nothing)))).

I fell out of fandom culture when I was about seventeen, and now I really want to get back in there, while also not knowing know how.  I don't have the best grasp of the English language, but I do acquire a taste for plays no one's ever heard of, extremely questionable drawing and writing skills, even in my native language, ability to criticize anything and I'm frankly too old to fit in. Well, as I see it.

And yet, I'd like to find some mutuals. Or hang out with someone on discord. Or in other places, I don't really care. I want a good old-fashioned internet friendship with imaginary weirdoes and freaks from my phone.

A little about me: I live in Russia, and a queer student, studying to be a game developer.  Left-wing in words, useless in deeds. Used to be a gifted kid in STEM, but burnt out, and changed my education path after losing three years learning programming in one of the best faculties of my country. I know about programming enough to realize how much I SUCK at coding. Still, would very much appreciate finding someone to chat about it. I have a beautiful lovehate relationship to it. Unit testing is my beautiful toxic wife.

 I love animation in all its forms, obviously into indie games, roleplaying (every type there is: tabletop, text, games like SS13, foxhole and barotrauma, literal running with a sword in a forest) theater and sci-fi. Trying to finish reading Mahabharata due to finding a delightful fanfic I can't fully understand. Similar reasons, which is funny, were not enough to read homestuck.

I'm also slightly into philosophy, like Brennan Lee Mulligan and dropout, was watching Bo Burnham as a child a lot, really like Natalie Wynn. All the classics.  Favorite youtuber is CJ the X.

I dunno, I just want to yap about things with someone. The last such thing was ‘guards of Taj’, which was butchered (pun intended) by the theater in which I was seeing it. The original thing, however, feels like a good angsty fic, and I’m extremely surprised it doesn’t have…Well, anything?

So, ehm. Trans rights. God, I wish I was cool.

Lodger is a depressed, let-down character. after a big civil war in his country, He lost everything and now he works at a library. But suddenly he finds a little hope in his nightmares...

Day 1 [night time]

I could hear the sound of soft wind under the cloudy afternoon sky. It seemed like another normal day. I was reading a book while lying down on my old sofa. A book regarding people who hurt each other without reason and cried victim afterwards.

I I never understood humans, all I've ever heard was people saying they are smart and wonderful. So why won't they help us? Why don't they at least show mercy to the characters they create instead of hurting us?

There’s many more questions I have to ask, many truths that I want to find out. I am a researcher after all. 

Well, it was like that until "that" day, the day I found about a young human girl. She’s a trouble maker, but just for us, she doesn't hurt any people.

I don't quite remember how or when, but I fell asleep while thinking about these subjects… I just closed my eyes for a second and then, my house was covered in darkness. I even couldn't see a step forward. The darkness was accompanied with heavy silence… I even couldn't hear the sound of the clock on my wall..

Suddenly... "Knock KNOCK!", Someone knocked my door. This was AWFUL! I never liked unwanted visitors; I had many things that I didn't want anyone to see. I mean—My house was messy. I got up with a big yawn and grabbed a candle and lit I up, and slowly crawled on the main door.

“who’s there? “

I said, with a grumpy sound.

“P-Please... let me in... “

Said a fearful sound from behind the door. He was breathing fast, as if he had ran all the way to my house.

“And why should I let you in? I even don’t know you! “

“Please, I beg you! I have a kid… she’s dying! “

He was crying but not like a human. believe me, his sound as raspy. So I thought he’s safe, since he was obviously a character and not human. I opened the main door and when they entered to my house, I closed it quickly.

I could see them easily under the candle light. He was young man but had short white hair. With a fearful face and small eyes, that were looking me up. He was wearing black and white pajamas and was taller than me. And his hand, covered by the blood of the little girl in his arms.

“Humans are very wild these days. Come with me! She’ll be ok.“I said. With the candlestick in my hand, stepping firmly towards the inside of the house.

“T-Thank you! Your so kind! “The young man answered me softly.

“No I’m not. “I said. And with little help of candle’s low light, found the light switch and turned it on. And in a moment’s notice, my house was covered in light.

“As i was saying, not kind, just trying to stand up against the cruelty of humans. “

“I see… “

“So, what happened to that poor girl? “I asked. I got the little girl from the tall man and put her on my sofa.

“I don’t know… I just found her. my own daughter died a few years ago… “He answered me with tears.

I quickly found some bandages to stop her bleeding. For a brief second, I took a look at the girl, she was not like the tall man in the slightest; she has short gray hair and a tiny but strong looking body, Which probably was the only reason that she had stayed alive until now. She wore a white T-shirt and nasty, torem blue pants. I patched her wounds with a bandage, and tightened it to stop the bleeding.

“Thank you for letting us to stay here!” The white man said, with a warm smile.

“WHAT?! I never said that! “I shouted.

“Please! Just one night! Have you seen how it's like outside? It’s dangerous for me and the little girl both… “He begged me.

I didn’t have much feelings –this was a fact that everyone told to me-But I don’t like someone begging me, I wasn’t a bad character.

“ok. You can stay. Just stop looking at me like that!” I grumbled.

His name was Thomas. We'd never met before. I told him my name too, and showed him around the house.

“Ow..! This house really messy… “

“I told you. “

“It seems you don’t have many visitor… but it’s not fair for you to be all alone… “He pouted with a goddamned sad face AGAIN.

“I don’t care. You shouldn’t either.”

“Got it…”

After dinner, we were getting ready for sleep. I had many rooms in my house so we didn't have any trouble finding a bed for them. The little girl was still sleeping, we layed her down on a bed together, but she wasn't moving even a tiny bit...

I said a cold [ Good Night ] to them and then left the room.

I knew this wasn't real. I knew it was just a nightmare. There was no Thomas, there was no little girl. But for the time being, it doesn't hurt to play along. I wasn't even a bit sad or scared. Maybe the humans really were gone for good.

Well, I drew my favorite scene from "Cat City" ! Beautiful.

And.. Yeah. That cat who sitting on Grabowski's shoulder, is Scratch. He must helping this mouse to save his family. Sounds great deal, nah?