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[systastic]

if you're not too busy rn, could you do a level 2 headmate pack for a feminine kelpie? the vibes are the song "it will come back" by hozier. especially the following lyrics!

"Don't let me in with no intention to keep me

Jesus Christ, don't be kind to me

Honey, don't feed me, I will come back"

tysm!!!! :3 picrews of a humanoid form are okie. and for the more horse form, maybe some breed of draft horse?

yo. found a dope picture instead, so we went with that. plus u can buy this print and put it on ur wall (or in a system notebook). -🪻

name :: loch, nellie, nori, leith, algea*, nosoi*, strygia*, pthisis**, achlys**, oizys**, lyssa**

age :: 65 (selkies have a lifespan of about 100 to 150 years!)

pronouns :: it/its, hy/hyr, mye/myr, ðe/ðim/ðir/ðirs (ð is pronounced "th")

roles :: conceptive (swamps, deep forests), memorative, library keeper, swimmer, controller, emotenoir (takes && dampens emotions), insider (first def.), mónosmalet

species :: kelpie

gender identity :: kelecoric, swampgender, gloomgender, plantintudom, willowgender

orientation :: abrosexual, heuromantic

source :: scottish myth/fairytale

aesthetic :: gloomcore, soft macabre, strega

appearance description :: nori’s base form is that of a large draft horse that is deep green in color. dark and stringy kelp-like hair hangs limp from its mane and tail. its teeth are skeletal, some appearing more like a carnivore’s than an herbivore, and its cheeks are see-through. nellie’s eyes are hollow and glow with a pale white color when mye uses myr powers. its human form may be either male or female; admittedly, it prefers the female form more, but both are viable for use. both of its human forms look alike: a handsome, attractive figure with sultry details to entice humans into coming closer. thin dark green hair hangs in ðir face, obscuring half of ðir features — but ðir beauty remains plain as day. lyssa will attract other headmates and pull them into hyr swamplands, either forcing them out of front, into dormancy, or into hyr personal area of headspace. those who are in hyr headspace find themselves with suppressed emotions and unable to leave until strygia allows them. additionally, being stuck in strygia’s headspace grants alters the ability to access memories that they did not previously know existed/have seen before. once returned to active headspace, the memories one has seen slowly fade from their mind until they are repressed once again.

personality description :: nosoi is mute — it does not speak in a human tongue nor will it attempt to write out words for others to understand. it prefers to stay silent, watching others as they do their tasks and observe the system’s normal functioning. it sometimes appears to be curious about headspace, poking and prodding at different levers and switches to see what happens. loch is curious on a fundamental level: it wants to know why things work the way they do, why things are set up in certain ways, and why people don’t seem to understand non-verbal communication. it operates through dragging people to its headspace and showing them memories it thinks they need to know before returning said headmate back to where they came from. in all truth, pthisis is an entity of mystery and occasional chaos; it does what it does to try and help, but its real motives are never quite understood even by those closest to it.

image source here

* == name of a mythological species, be careful if using!

** == name of a god, be careful if using!

[neverending-saga]

uh pinned post so people dont think im some bot

hai im jojo ratti. you may call me either name idc

nonbinary fictosexual and fictoromantic. they/he

i sure do exist!! just in the vacuum of space that is

i REALLY like kotaro

he is my beautiful wife. i do 'selfship' with him but i prefer not to use that term. i also dont share him. fans of him are fine ily ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

my favs in franchouchou are saki, lily and yuugiri

i hate sakura alot. like i hate her violently. i dont mind if youre a fan of her though i just hate her. dont argue with me over this, i'll block you bc idgaf.

i have no 'dni' but if you ship kotasaku (or any kotaro ship), its a hard block. not that youre not allowed to ship it, they just make me extremely uncomfortable (especially kotasaku)

okay bye kiss your favs

[edengoesmeow]

real asf (I made this but anyone is free to use it with or without credits)

edit: woah this is blowing up!!! btw im doing moodboard requests and I lowk need stuff to work on :3 find out more here

[sjonni33]

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[systemblr]

autistic system* culture is fakeclaiming yourself for “not having” symptoms you do have, but aren’t thinking about because you’re too focused on the literalness of the wording

*or any other conditions

[funfairsundaes]

✨💜🐱 A better look at some of the art I did for the shipping template 🐱💜✨

[spicycinnabun]

hi! can i ask for 🐺..... and 🎀..... and 🤖?

i love the different vibes and bucktommy dynamics of them all and am greedy for more 🥺

you sure can! here's 🐺 - a snip of a happier future. i'm going to make separate posts for the other two, so look out for those next. c:

Buck was shirtless, sunning himself on the roof. He couldn’t tan without it healing almost instantly, forever as pale as the lilies, but the warmth felt good.

Tommy was weeding and occasionally glancing up at him. That felt really good. Buck preened under his gaze, not so subtly posing in ways that showcased his muscles. 

Buck had offered to lend Tommy a paw in the garden—more than once—but the Alpha had assured him that he would join him soon. He was almost done. 

It was nice. Peaceful. Birds were chirping. Insects were buzzing. A rabbit was hopping around by the stone footpath that his wolf had half a mind to hunt. 

But Buck had a better idea. He sat up, crouched, and eyed his prey’s broad form with a smirk. His quads tensed. He wiggled a little to prepare for the strike, and then went for it.

Safe to say, the novelty of pouncing on Tommy had not worn off. Buck didn’t think it ever would. At work, they had equipment that saved him when he fell, but it wasn’t the same. Didn’t feel the same. And when he fell on the job, it was usually because he had messed up. 

He was maybe pushing his luck, but like most things, once he got a little? He craved a lot. It sort of reminded him of being a kid, except he wasn’t hurting himself for attention; he was just… hurling himself for attention. At a big Alpha werewolf.

It didn’t matter which direction he came from or how high. He could plummet. He could throw himself at Tommy and, thanks to those super Alpha reflexes, Tommy would catch him every time. 

Today was no different. 

Tommy dropped the weeds, turned whip quick, and Buck landed right in his arms. Buck couldn’t contain an exhilarated huff, his heart pounding.

“I said I’d be five minutes,” Tommy said, squeezing him. He didn’t even seem annoyed. It was kind of amazing. “You couldn’t wait?” 

“I thought about it,” Buck said. “Seriously considered it. Turns out I didn’t want to.”

“Mm, I see.”

Tommy looked at his lips—Buck licked them, parted them in anticipation—and then tossed him unceremoniously in the freshly mown grass. Buck whined, “No, Tommy!” 

Pick me back up! I wanted kisses!

Tommy followed him down, laughing. They play wrestled, neither of them holding back. It was nice not to have to worry about hurting someone. Buck grunted in between unhinged giggles. He went dirty, freeing his fangs and nipping at different areas of tempting exposed skin. It made Tommy curse, made him growl, “Evan!”

Much to Buck’s delight. He loved making Alpha call out his name.

Tommy eventually overpowered him, though Buck had low-key (okay, high-key) hoped he would. He bared himself in submission to Tommy’s beast, flushed and panting happily. 

They had accidentally rolled into one of Tommy’s flowerbeds during their spar. Buck would feel bad for crushing them, but at that moment, it felt like resting on a really fragrant cloud. Maybe he could use the petals of the damaged ones to make syrup later. Feed it to Tommy on pancakes.

Tommy loomed over him with his hands planted on either side of Buck’s head, his eyes red like two glittering rubies in the sun. Buck’s tongue lolled out as he grinned up at the Alpha. 

“What am I gonna do with you, pup?” Tommy murmured, leaning down to nuzzle along his jugular, mouthing right over his maker’s mark, eliciting a shiver despite the heat.

Bite me, bite me, bite me.

“W-whatever you want,” Buck breathed. He spread his legs, claws pricking Tommy’s back. “Anything you want, Alpha.”

☀︎

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[starsetven]

And the winner is link!! 🎉🎊✨

a small celebratory preview 🎉

[axellis]

"Let us return, back to home- free of the fog"

[systastic]

Well, you see, Redstoner is so obscure (and old) it doesn't... have a wiki page! ^^; If you're really curious, the episode that focuses on her can be found here https://youtu(.)be/vRu-eKbCs7g at 34:08 - 41:17 and the secret messages that flash are collected here https://www.wattpad(.)com/238109665-redstoner-secrets-episode-7-part-i Genuinely very sorry for the trouble with this one, you're entirely free to pull from other smps if its easier!

oh, damn. no wonder we couldn’t find anything. since we started writing one already, i’m switching to empires smp. will def take a look at redstoner tho. seems cool. - 🪻

name :: shelby, shubble, shrub, artemis, selene, ghost, shade, “the wolf”

age :: between 23 and 27

pronouns :: she/her, lu/lun (lunaself), cy/cyn/cys/cyself,

roles :: lone wolf, imprisoner, warden

species :: warden/human hybrid

gender identity :: moonguardian, moonmaiden, fallenqueenic (will coin this one on request)

orientation :: neptunic, apothisexual

source :: wolf spirit from empires smp

aesthetic :: gloomcore, dark naturalism, villaincore

appearance description :: dark in nature, both in colors and appearance. dark teal, green so dark it looks black, obsidian black, and gold/silver palette. always seen wearing a cloak. dirt on her pants. grass stains on ankles and knees. wild hair with leaves woven through. teeth so sharp you’d mistake it for a wild thing. bruised and calloused hands. a frayed bow on her back. ragged appearance. hunter’s eyes. eyes flash when shined light on in the dark.

personality description :: stealthy, quiet, sneaky. firm on her word. does not back down from agreements made. sticks to her guns. true to her word. stubborn, resilient, able to withstand emotional force. agile and light. able to cross any border or disable any trap without so much as a sound. resting serious expression even if cyr emotions are volatile. does not often speak both to sysmates and outsiders. prefers solitude and the moon to company. soft to newborn wolf pups; protects them more than anyone else. cy fights like an animal to drive attackers back where they can’t hurt cyn loved ones.

likes :: new chances. fresh beginnings. dark forests. foggy weather. being alone at night. wandering an endless sea of trees with none but the wolves for company. being alone in the forest. hearing a wolf’s howl. being among her new pack. the silver crown atop her head. feeling bowstrings grow taut under her fingers. the smell of fresh blood. taking down a target with a single shot. licking the blood from sore fingertips. seeing justice served, trapping sinners until they are truly reformed.

dislikes :: mourning the past cy no longer has. remembering blurry faces of former friends. flashes of someone stalking cyn through the dark. bright tongues of orange flame. painful smiles, false promises, silver tongues and radiant lies. golden glimmers of royal jewels; the kind that traps one in place. seeing her forest be harmed.

front triggers :: emotional abuse, persecutors fronting (both her own system and others), moon rise, total social isolation

sign off :: 🌑, 🌓, 🐺

art source :: here

[poemaojal]

. . 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑎 ❤︎ 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑔𝑢𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒　　ﾟ . ⠀⠀* ⠀⠀⠀.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ 𓄹 🧿 ۪ ࣪ ❁⃝ ⠀🥀⠀✧ ⃝ ࣭ ֗ ⠀˖ ࣪ ⠀ ᩠

[prouvairesverse]

there is only ever one thing in grantaire’s mind

clip from a boot where grantaire kisses enj during one day more

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some other versions, also with higher quality because the gif is so low for some reason 😭😭

enjolras ver

[nutluvs]

they're all my husbands it's canon we're all happy

[carnage-cathedral]

in my humble opinion as someone with multiple cluster b disorders including bpd, the aim shouldn't be to "cure" it at all, because trauma cannot be cured and this is not an attainable goal, which sets an unfair precedent for us ourselves as victims of the disorder. the aim should instead be to heal and rehabilitate to a point where you can cope with the behaviors you've developed that are connected to the trauma. healing will happen, but the desire to "cure" all "sick" people is not a helpful stance to have and is way more damaging than it is helpful. hurt people don't need to be "cured" so much as just understood and helped. "curing" us is very much a medicalized idea that bases a person's worth on their ability to function. you and your struggles will always be valid, whether you heal or not, whether you're "cured" or not <3

[trickycreator]

I fought my artblock by drawing fanart. I’m so smart I know <3

“Something bigger..”

(Wordless version + sketch under cut)

Check out @ivipl1 circles upon circles au HERE!! (Not active but it’s still worth reading)

Aannnd Tag-in-tag-out AKA Eclipsed Tears (the other isat au by them that is currently active) — HERE!!

WE ARE SO BACK!!

[crowswardens]

[screams]