The worst feeling is when you’re looking yourself up, like, because you’re fictionfolk and all you find is smutfic. O.o’
Mind you, we’re a system of proshippers, so, even aside from the whos-sex-repulsed-whos-ace-who-isnt-either-of-those game, it’s not really the concept of smutfic itself that’s the issue here.
It’s. It’s more like. Do you know how real-person fiction (RPF) is a thing? Give it like three more steps of complicated. This person is me, but I’m considered to be nothing more than a storytelling device in this world!!! XD
(But also even though we haven’t listened to it in awhile but the podcast WOE.BEGONE gave us a framework of “iterative personhood” to reconcile that, ope. Like the thing we’re referring to has nothing to do with W.BG except for giving us that framework, which is why parentheses and smol text.)
And when that character is….popular….we’re somewhere between cringing and trying to explain how we are not a fangirl (/colloquialism) and have an entirely different reason for Being Like That, wanting to cry, wanting to laugh our asses off, wanting to tell someone already**, and a mood I (fronter) am calling Fuck Around And Find Out: The Number One Boardgame To Play With YOUR Forced Family.
It feels even better when it’s fanart and images. /sarc
I think I might get dysphoria over this more than the normal thing people get dysphoria from, when it comes to fictionfolk.
**which would rip the bandaid off but give us a weeks’ worth of panicking for not matching up to standards — not that we ever had a choice where our braimbody was born in??? I (fronter) do not think many of us have had a choice where our “souls” ended up going in the first place.