#(that last can be the plural tag for them maybe?)

[bbrainr0t]

For when you flower IV

Masterlist

Pairing: Emperor Caracalla x Greek!woman/reader x Emperor Geta

Warnings: 18+, minors dni, hints of PTSD/bad mental health, imbalance in the relationship (sexism, oppression, etc.), toxic, violence, mentions of blood, death, and slavery CHOKING!!! MURDER ATTEMPT !

Tags: Enemies to lovers (?), slow burn (?), triangle drama/love (but no incest!!), unhealthy/toxic dynamics, slave x masters, no use of y/n, 1st person narrative

Summary: In the shadows the Hellen slave learns of the rest of those, who arrived with her, but it is only a short while as she gets pulled back from out of the shadows by the sparrow, Geta.

Word count: 2.2K

A/N: I have to admit that I am starting to halt with writing this. Not because I don't want to, but because my personal load right now is quite heavy. So the publishment of the chapters might take a little while longer... maybe a few days extra. But I promise to deliver! I am invested in this as much as you are, trust me.

Thank you all so much. I hope all is well for every reader of this story!

Dictionary for this chapter:

Hellen/Hellenes = the ancient greek name for the ancient greek, singular/plural

Hellas = the ancient greek name for ancient greece.

Alexandra = In Hellas Alexandra is an epithet given to the goddess Hera and can be translated into “the protector of man.”

I told her everything.

I told her about the horror, about how I had fallen straight into the arms of the evil, about the child and the cruel, the two emperors, and warned her of their looks and how they deceive. I told her about the true nature of the madmen, I had been stuck with for far too long though it only lasted a few hours. I told her about my restless night, and how I prayed… and prayed… and prayed.

My words spilled out as if I didn’t have any breaths to spare, which might be true. That I talked about too, about my encounter, and how I had ended up here with her. By the end of my story, she took my hand and put her forehead too it. It was such a beautiful act that I hadn’t seen before, but it was like she transferred her serenity to me.

Everything in that moment revolved around her. It all felt so natural and warm. A drastic change from the cold outside in the halls.

Soon I found out that many other Greek slaves were put here because they didn’t know yet where to put them, that they had bought too many slaves and were yet to have decided their destiny. The old woman talked of the stories of each woman in this room, we find ourselves locked inside together with. This cell. They are mothers and daughters of both the poor and the rich. All not meant to be bestowed to other than their husbands by their fathers, greeting their brothers farewell. One was mourning her son, who they picked out to be hung for mere entertainment. He was but 10 years old. They claimed him of adultery, but the poor son had not even learnt to properly dress himself yet. She cried - but not of sadness, of somewhat joy. At least he was safe down under. No horror can reach him now.

Once I had calmed down, the women had opened their arms to claim me as their own. We do not know when one or another are to be taken away, so, as they told me, they sat and kept every moment sacred to remain in a calm, they know, they will not meet outside these walls. We do not speak loudly, hoping we would go unnoticed.

The missing light prolonged each second to an hour.

As I sat on the ground with my back against the wall, I looked at the old woman once more and realized that I had not yet learnt her name. Something I longed for others to ask me about. “What am I to call you?”

She tasted her teeth and sunk. “Alexandra.”

For the first time in a long while, I smiled. She said it with such ease. “Of course.”

“And you, my paidion?”

I told her my name, and Alexandra looked at me with even softer eyes than before. Her face changed. “Of course you are.”

If I hadn’t been so tired as I were, I would’ve asked her about this sudden change, but it was as if I was enchanted by her looks. The overwhelming feeling of comfort lulled me to sleep, letting my guard down just this one time.

I just felt at peace. My head didn’t dare to budge. Hope blossomed in the quiet and in the shadows.

I don’t know for how long I have slept. As I open my eyes once more, it is not to the looks of other women, but to guards of purple, standing in the opening of the cell. Quickly I rustle to correct my back and throw the chiton, so that it covers me. But who was I to kid? No other woman in here is dressed as I am.

I hear Alexandra whisper calm words, but my panic is soon to drown it out. She grabs my hand and places something in it, moments before the guards seize me and two others. I scream on top of my lungs. Once again, I am being torn away from home. The energy I just had obtained poured into the tears that once again spill from my eyes. I cry and reach out for Alexandra. The men dragging me by my armpits towards the outside. The last I see of her is her reassuring smile. I press my eyes together and hope that destiny once again will put her in my path. I feel the strain of my throat like a blade to my lungs. I can’t take responsibility for my actions.

The surroundings clash into my mind like the waves onto the shore, ripping apart all the small grains of what I consist of. Small fragments gone. I clench onto the item given to me. My sight too blurry to see but I know that what I hold is her word, her heart.

The heart washing away into the sea, no longer pumping blood. His face glowing in the sunset but not with life. In the sand I see a finger, his hand clenching onto my necklace. He held it when he died. He prayed before his soul passed on. I prayed when opening his mouth or what remained. I placed the coin and prayed that he will have mercy on him, many meters underground.

By the time the guards let go of me, I am weary once more. I barely stand, struggling to breathe. Should I finally pray for mercy on my soul for once I’m gone? For I hope it is soon.

The heart is in my hand. Between my panic I look at it. It’s a knucklebone.

“You look more a mess than him.” His voice is so bare when he speaks my tongue.

Quickly, I hide away the bone behind my back and look up at him. The sparrow stands before me once again. Geta. Before me stands a man clothed in riches, but beneath it all is nothing but a boy. However, he is far from his brother. This one mean no well by choice like how some kids will pull a beetles legs apart from its body. The burdened and the sparrow. Unfortunately, before me is only the sparrow, gritting its beak. He still wears Apollo’s crown.

The guards must’ve taken the other girls another place, for I am alone with him now with only a few guards behind. They do not see me as threat. I feel my knees shake.

“I should’ve discarded you the moment, I saw him lay eyes on you. My brother will find no good in your service. I can just tell.” His use of my tongue pains me even further. Of course, the emperor is educated. He knows of the crimes that his empire has committed. So how would he not know the language from which he steals it sound?

I do not wish to satisfy him by answering to him. I can barely control my breath.

“Do not think of yourself as powerful because of his foolish interest in you. You have no power.” Geta stares without blinking. It’s like he sees right through me. He sees my every thought on my face. Maybe he can tell by the way my tears fall or the way my breath hitches. “You will serve him, so he says, and it seems he will not forget that you will.” The sparrow suddenly seems puzzled. It inhales and puffs his chest wide, stepping closer. “So, you will serve him.” He does not want me to.

“No, I will-“

Geta grabs ahold of my throat and bangs me into the nearest wall. “YOU DO NOT SPEAK UNLESS YOU’RE SPOKEN TO.” The spit splatters across my face, etching my skin. He speaks of filth once more, Latin.

I can’t breathe.

I watch him with fearful eyes, afraid to touch him. He is up in my face. Eyes wide. Nose flared. Jaw clenched. Veins popped. He stands like this for a little, watching my life flutter before him. I am fighting every urge to close my eyes. I curl my toes to feel control.

He draws a breath as he trails his eyes across my face. “You’re Hellen, you should know your place as a woman.” It’s like he mimics my breathlessness as he speaks. “You’re nothing.” A whisper, not in Latin.

I feel every color drain from my face.

“Say that you agree.” He watches my lips. Colorless and dry. “SAY IT.”

“I agree.”

He lets go of my throat and steps back. His hand grabs his own jaw and at his throat, pinching his skin, while watching mine – probably turning blue. “You did this. If my brother were to ask you, you say nothing of this.” He corrects his crown and his bracelets. “You will not speak a word to him or else I will have your tongue cut off. And that would be a shame.” He grabs my cheeks to force my mouth open. Squinting, he looks at my tongue. I hold my breathe. He stares a long time before letting go, almost unwillingly. He shies away. Taken aback, it seems, he sniffs.

I feel so dirty.

“Guards. Take her to Caracalla.” He waves me away.

Too busy catching my breath, I do not pay the halls any attention as the guards pushes me along. My body so weak. He could’ve killed me on the spot. He could’ve taken my entire being and done what he wanted, but he didn’t. He wanted to… I swear, he did.

“Meus flos!” The burdened lightens up as he sees me and hurries to grab ahold of my jaw like the night before. I flinch but he doesn’t seem to notice. Mania in his eyes. It’s like he sees me but not like shapes. I mirror abstractly in the pale blue orbs of his head. “Oh, you came back to me.” He smiles, foolishly.

I feel tears crowd my eyes again. I can’t seem to stop. I can’t seem to escape this destiny. This cruel, cruel presence. I think, I must play along. I must. Maybe they’ll kill me, if I just give them enough.

I try pulling a smile, pushing my tears so that it blurs my vision, but I can see straight enough to see how this pleases him. I shakingly reach for his cheek, and he leans into my touch. Sighing, relieved. He closes his eyes. He doesn’t see the tear falling from my eye. He does not even feel it. I smell the grape on his breath. The mystery liquid. I look at his lips shortly, seeing the red cracks that the fermented fruit has left. The corners of his mouth bloodshot. He doesn’t even feel my hand shake.

“I’ve missed you so much.” He hugs me. My body weak against his. On him I smell the alcohol, the sweat of the sun. So many senses all at once.

Instead, I imagine Alexandra is hugging me or that I am hugging my brother, jolting just the tiniest of life into me. I clench the knucklebone to my heart. I hope, they will let me see her soon, if not him. It’s my only wish. Will they grant me just one if I comply? One more likely than the other, I am sure.

I look over at the big, marble statue by Caracalla’s bed, and greet him with greater fright than before. But still, I do not dare to speak of his name. I am not ready yet. Soon, I will follow the emperors to their bed and there I will strike. With hellenes fresh in my mind, I will strike with revenge and bestow them a holy war. I will flower and win over this maddening power.

Caracalla lets go of me and he greets one behind me. “Look, brother, I found her! I found flos!”

Geta laughs so lightly. It’s so frightening. “Are you sure that’s her name?” He’s amused, maybe even satisfied.

Caracalla grabs my shoulders and holds me out in front of him, looking me intensely in the eyes. “What is your name?”

I can feel Geta’s presence burn my whole back. I can still feel his hand around my throat, choking me as if it gave him pleasure to see me plead for life. To see me beneath him, obeying his touch and his might. He wanted to destroy every atom of my body and drink it whole like wine. He wanted to get drunk on me. Maybe he still does.

Chills run down my spine and I just look at Caracalla blank. I must not speak.

“Oh. Right. You’re mute.” He laughs.

“Maybe she can write It down?”

A gasp leaves Caracalla’s mouth. Without hesitation Caracalla runs to his desk, wobbling. For just a second I look back at Geta, and he stares right back. His eyes threatening to burn me, to bleed me, to strip me of my rights.

Caracalla comes back and hands me a pen. In the red wax of a wax table I etch my name as clear as I can. I want them to know the name of the woman, who will be their end. The woman who they will regret having brought into their house. Caracalla says my name with such delight. Geta does not.

Keep your friends closer, but your enemies closer. That’s the last sensible thought left in my head. I will fight through this, and I will flower. I must.

Next chapter

Taglist: @syraxnyra, @omg-hellgirl, @t6gse370, @duckyhowls, @littlemissholy, @naysha140, @lover-rep-fanfic

[captainkirkk]

✩ WEEKLY FIC ROUND-UP ✩

All the fics I’ve read and really enjoyed in the past week-ish. Reminder: This list features any and all ratings and themes. Please look at tags and warnings on ao3 before reading.

DC

What Does it Mean When Your Son Comes Home with Plans for a Death Ray? Asking for a Friend by PrinceJakeFireCake

Basically the title.

Excerpt: “What does it mean when a young man comes home with plans to create a death ray so he can frame Luthor for plagiarism?” Bruce asked anyway, because maybe one of them knew.

There was a long silence. Bruce waited patiently.

“What?” Clark and Diana asked, at the exact same time.

“You know what? Never mind,” Bruce sighed, wearily. “He’s probably just at that age."

Clone Wars

: (Is to) :: (As) by TamerLorika

Cody's General was a perfect example for the men. He ate regularly. He was punctual with his medical appointments. Kenobi socialized with his officers, hosted curated office hours for the rank-and-file, walked the field hospitals during engagements, and made time every Centaxday to review escalated grievance reports.

He was there for his men—but always at the exactly appropriate arm’s length away and half step ahead.

.

Cody notices that Kenobi's regard for himself is always clinical and utilitarian. As he ponders a way to break the stalemate, he begins to learn more about the lightsaber that is so often in his hands, and how it relates to the subject of Kenobi's own soul.

The Exception by Threebea O (ThreeBea)

Cody gets a new Jedi assigned to the 212th Attack Battalion after he is forced to execute his last one. He has enough experience to know how this new Jedi will behave.

But the Sith Slayer proves himself to be the exception to all of Cody's expectations.

Cody leads his unit, fights a multi-front war, and tries to figure out JM-031.

All for the Game

No straighter path than to struggle by otatop

Neil is sick and it's fine until it's not.

There's a lot of soup.

if you saw my darkest parts by KweenDay

When you meet your soulmate, you share your dreams. Even the bad ones. Especially the bad ones.

Jeremy knows he's met him—his soulmate—when he starts sharing his dreams. But those aren't just any dreams. They're all dark and violent, nightmares that make Jeremy suffocate. And Riko Moriyama is in all of them. Jeremy narrows it down to one person—Kevin Day. Except, Kevin already knows his soulmates (plural?), and Jeremy isn't one of them. So why is the universe fucking with him? And why is Jean Moreau looking at him like that?

//Soulmate AU in which you share your soulmate's dreams after you meet them in person.

soleil / sans soleil by electric_typewriter

Jean is slowly learning how to live as a Trojan with the support of his teammates friends. There are better days, and worse. A bad day leads to a conversation with Coach Rhemann. Some uncomfortable questions have to be asked.

SVSSS

Luo Binghe's Guide to Winning a Bride by Meriglass

Five years have passed since the events of the Immortal Alliance Conference, and Luo Binghe is nowhere to be seen. Shen Qingqiu is beginning to fear the worst. That his dearly beloved, golden halo protagonist really did die in the Endless Abyss. Otherwise, why wouldn't he have come to enact his revenge by now?

Meanwhile, Luo Binghe is alive and well. He's just sulking in the Demon Realm.

In which Shen Qingqiu is kidnapped and placed as the official bride prize for a demon battle tournament, and it's up to Luo Binghe to enter undercover in order to save him.

[goddessofroyalty]

Fandom: One Piece 

Pairing: Zoro/Sanji 

Tags: omegaverse, discussed-future-mpreg 

Someone shared a bit of non-omegaverse art in the ZoSan server of Zoro showering affection on Sanji’s stomach and it inspired me to write them talking about their future child in a verse where they agreed no pups until after they and Luffy achieve their dreams.

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Sanji lets out a huff as Zoro lays his head down against his stomach, one of the swordsman’s callused hands resting against what might one day become the peak of it as the other supports Sanji’s back as he enjoys his cigarette, blowing a puff of smoke out over the alpha’s head. The break in Sanji’s heat is nice even if they both know it will only last for a moment.  

“There isn’t anything in there moss,” Sanji says as Zoro’s thumb tickles against his skin. The necessary steps have been taken to ensure that for all their fucking no pup will result from this heat.  

“I know,” Zoro grunts, twisting his head and pressing a kiss against Sanji’s hip bone.  

“Once Luffy’s the Pirate King and I’m the world’s greatest swordsman and we’re living on your ocean,” Zoro continues, trailing kisses along Sanji’s hips as he recites the dreams they swore to achieve. “You’ll give me pups then right?”  

“I didn’t realise we agreed to pups plural?” Sanji jokes, more to try and keep himself from giving into the fantasy of it.  

“You know I could never be satisfied with just one. Not when it’s with you.” Zoro says, resting his forehead directly onto Sanji’s stomach, leaving him looking almost as if he’s praying over it. “You’ll even let some get my green hair right? And they’ll all get your eyebrows.” 

Sanji doesn’t know the last time he heard Zoro that excited. It reminds him of the headstrong alpha second in command on the pirate crew he decided to throw his lot into who had matured into his steadfast mate.  

“Maybe if you’re lucky.” Sanji hopes they do inherit the alpha’s hair. Oh he’ll bitch about it when it happens. Can’t let the mosshead’s ego get too large. But he now can’t think about his future children without at least one of them having coarse green hair and a stubborn attitude.  

Zoro grins up at him.  

“You will,” Zoro says, ducking his head back down to press a kiss against Sanji’s stomach, his hands grabbing at the omega’s hips. “You’re gonna’ look so fucking hot while you’re growing them as well.”  

Sanji does laugh at that.  

“I’m going to look like a waddling land-whale.” He doesn’t have the delicate curves of a lady which are only accentuated by pregnancy. Lacks their soft plump skin that glows with the life they are carrying.  

Zoro snorts at that.  

“You will not,” he says with a nip at Sanji’s hip. “You are going to look so good. So strong. Fuck I don’t know how I’m gonna’ keep my hands off you. All full with my pup. Hell I’ll fuck another one into you before you’re even finished growing the first.”  

“That’s-“ Impossible. And the idea of having pregnancies that overlap giving his body no time without one of Zoro’s children growing in him should be almost repulsive. Sanji is going to blame his heat for the fact he finds it weirdly insanely hot.  

“You’ll be great with them,” Zoro continues, uncaring of Sanji’s broken-off attempt at interruption. One of his hands coming up to grope at Sanji’s chest. “Gonna’ be feeding them from the moment they’re born. They won’t know shit food until they move out to take the world for themselves.”  

Of course they will. No matter what they decide their dream to be their children are bound to achieve it. Will have grown up learning from the best in so many fields. Never once doubting on their parents support for them.  

“Moss-“ Sanji says, running a hand through Zoro’s hair. He can feel his heat stir back to life under his skin and he’s pretty sure it’s affecting the alpha too. 

“Shit. I’m going to fuck you so good. Fill you with knot and my pups. Our strong healthy pups,” Zoro continues to babble.  

Strong pups that will be trained by the world’s greatest swordsman and fed on the abundance of fish in the All Blue. Who will never know real hunger and know that love and care is as important as training at being your best. Will learn to cook at Sanji’s side and take afternoon naps with Zoro.  

“Fuck – I need you to shut up now,” Sanji says, his grip on Zoro’s hair tugging the alpha up off him.  

Zoro gives a questioning hum like he isn’t aware of what he’s fucking doing.  

Sanji pulls him up by the hair for a kiss before he can open his stupid mouth again.  

“You need to shut the fuck up and fuck me,” Sanji orders. Because if the bastard keeps going Sanji might not be able to stay strong on their agreement that they weren’t going to have pups until all their dreams were achieved.  

Zoro grins at him like he knows but his hands grab at Sanji’s thighs as he does as he’s commanded.  

[teh-nos]

10 hours left to make this decision for me, peeps!

Since it turns out I can do polls after all, let's see if DEMOCRACY can settle my tumblr blog's burning issue of the day by deciding what its Loki character tag should be! In case it helps guide you in making your choice I shall mention that my 'canonical' tags for the superior other Lokis are "sylvie my precious blorbetta" and "alligator loki". I scrolled my blog for a while to see what nonsense I had used previously, some of those are options here.

[ylojgtr]

why did star wars stories stop having cool names? all the skywalker saga titles are sick, they tie into the plot of the movie and have a really epic feel to them. rogue one is a fine title, sounds star wars-y enough without sounding like a mainline story. but solo? obi-wan kenobi? andor? those are just the names of the characters! nothing wrong with it, comics have been doing it for decades with no detriment to the actual stories being told but...it's just kinda lame yk? ultimate brand recognition is just what comes to mind. clone wars is fine, rebels is ok, they both sound like tv show titles and do a decent job expressing the grandeur (especially cw) of the stories in each show. but book of boba fett? it doesn't even attempt to be like a book?? i honestly couldn't think of what to call them otherwise though. solo wouldn't really work with a title like birth of the smuggler or something, that just sounds stupid. but the books get away with it, the solo sequel book is called last shot, which is cool! obviously a reference to han's contentious firing in anh as well as a direct tie in to the books plot. (speaking of, can we bring back kassha please? can we make her being kadara's mother canon?? i like her)

maybe we were spoiled with the awesome titles of the mainline movies. maybe it's better to give side stories more generic, industry standard names. but i still like trying to think of how the title fits into the story, figuring out who the phantom menace is, if the last jedi is singular or plural, who the attack from the clones was truly upon. i just think it's neat

ps: i realized after tagging this that having the names of the characters just be the names of the show/movie makes it hard to differentiate between tagging the media and tagging the character so...another point to unique naming

[sophieinwonderland]

I sometimes wonder if the reason I might have more realistic views of sysmeds might be down to memories.

This is probably going to be made out by haters into being something ableist, but it's really just an observation. Many people in syscourse are DID systems where amnesia is common. It is literally part of the criteria for the disorder.

But even among systems who don't have full amnesia, a lot of them still may change frequent fronters. And that means that there may be a bit of an emotional disconnect between memories of past fronters.

I think that it's fair to discuss how this might influence opinions in syscourse.

Not only do we not have amnesia, but through the past 3 years, there has only been one headmate running this blog. With my host and some others occasionally popping in. But that's rare.

So I still remember everything. I still feel deeply connected to everything.

For myself, I remember the times early on that I tried to reach out and be kind and it blew up in my face. I remember all of the many hate posts about me starting from the time I first made my blog when I was much nicer than I am now. I remember the coordinated effort to get my blog banned with false reports just a few months after I got here.

But I also remember all of the many, many posts I have seen and asks that I have gotten sent to me describing people who were bullied out of servers for being pro-endo, if not just banned by moderators. And I am not talking about anti-endo or even system servers. I am talking about autism servers, fandom servers, alterhuman servers.

I remember when Aspen invaded the endogenic tags with the express purpose of bullying us all off of Tumblr. I remember when one of her followers created a post saying "death to the endos" and the sysmed reactions were to reblog and cheer. Or just to remain silent. But I can't remember even one who condemned it.

There is a double standard that exists in syscourse where a pro-endo saying something as benign as "actually, I think that the people who would want my doctors to disbelieve in my system deserve to experience what they wish on me and contribute to through their rhetoric and ideology" makes you the devil, but an anti-endo can just straight up call for death to endogenic systems and get a shrug back.

Maybe that's just expected. Hate groups will be hate groups. But don't call them that either, because that would be "disrespectful" to the group that defines themselves by hating your existence. The last thing you would want to do would be to disrespect the people who are defined by being anti-you. 🙄

I also watched Aimkid be bullied multiple times for supporting endogenic systems. I saw what happened to the Yaelokre server, where moderators were bullied and harassed for being neutral, and ultimately deleted the entire server.

And the sysmeds, sick monsters that they are, celebrated this. They were having a party over the destruction of a fandom space because it was too accepting and welcoming to people they hated.

And this is only some of the stuff that I have thought of off the top of my head. I could go on a lot longer.

And I know how many of them want to get rid of us from every space we are in. I have seen their vent blogs. I have watched them complain that we are in LGBT spaces, that MOGAI spaces have too many endos. Even POSIC spaces! It isn't enough for them to try to push us out of the plural community that we built. Any community that we try to be in, if they are there, they will want to get rid of us.

They have proven that so many times.

There cannot be coexistence with people who hate you for your existence. It is that simple. If we want plural acceptance everywhere, then we cannot have acceptance of anti-endos anywhere.

And so I find myself wondering though why other people end up treating both sides as the same. Why the constant equivocating?

And could it be that people have forgotten... That the things that I am talking about now got lost from the amnesia or were experienced by another headmate who is no longer the host or active in the system.

And maybe if you dissociated from the past, then thinking about things like the Yaelokre incident doesn't make your blood boil with rage the way that it does mine.

Could some systems just be stuck in a cycle of dissociating from the worst things that sysmeds have done in order to convince themselves that somehow both sides are just as bad and that we all just need to hold hands and get along? To convince themselves that endogenic systems who don't like the people who define themselves by being anti-us are just being unreasonable for not wanting to get along?

I genuinely don't know. 🤷‍♀️

But I do know that I haven't forgotten.

[antiradqueer]

Hey tumblr.

It's Luna, or more, someone of us who has no clue who they are right now. We feel like the embodiment of being sick and tired and just so done.

We have been thinking long and hard about what to write in this post or if we even want to make a post like this, but now that we're typing out these words, we don't know why we put it off so long.

We are permanently fucking off from the radqueer discourse. We can't take it anymore and we don't care anymore. We've lost all empathy and sympathy for everyone and everything involved in this shitshow, no matter which side they're on. The reason for this is not that we suddenly are neutral, we are still anti-radqueer, but we are so burned out and just start to dissociate the second we open the tags or see a radqueer post in the wild. We're naturally low empathy to begin with, but now every last ounce of that is completely gone when it comes to this topic, plus we just... don't care anymore. There's the 100th transnazi popping up? I don't care. Another "cisabuser" in the tags? doesn't matter. whatever. We're not a bad person, we are just done. We can't keep on doing this or this will eventually throw us into depression again and that might literally kill us. and I'm not going to let that happen.

when I think about radqueers, I feel so much anger, frustration and sadness - or more, that's what I felt. now all of that is just drowned by a dark cloud of tiredness and nothingness.

so, this is our goodbye. Knowing us, we will probably still roam the tags sometimes and depending who is fronting, some of us might even interact with discourse still, but like, officially, we are gone. (@ mod mew: if you could let us still have access to this account that would be dope af tho!)

I will also use this post to to encourage every anti-radqueer who's fighting tooth and nail to get blogs taken down and people banned, to step back for a minute, take a deep breath and think about if you really want to keep on doing this. we thought this would never take a mental toll on us, yet here we are. I'm not saying what you're doing is wrong, but I'm saying that maybe you could use your energy and will to fight for something else.

let's face it, radqueers will never be an actual threat to society. they are pathetic, sad people, hiding behind their screens, screaming "the future is radqueer!" over and over, but in reality this "movement" will burn to the ground eventually and they will go down with it.

do people get hurt in radqueer spaces? yes, they do and that's horrible (just a note as to how bad it's gotten with us: I write this and logically know that yes, it IS horrible - but I feel absolutely nothing. In all honesty, I currently don't care if people get hurt or not, because I can't care. it's like our brain shut off all emotions regarding this topic to protect ourselves). and I'm not saying you should stop offering them help, but I think you can stop worrying about the radqueers taking over society or whatever. if you feel this taking a toll on your mental health, please put yourself first. protecting your health and your life is always, ALWAYS more important that fighting strangers on the internet.

okay, in case you don't think of us as a total asshole with a heart of stone now and are interested in our plurality- and alterhumanity-focused tumblr life, here's out brand new system blog: @the-exodus-fleet And also our hosts blog: @talks-with-the-void

Take care of yourselves and thanks for every kind word and all the support we've got along the way /gen

PS: if any radqueer reads this and wants to celebrate this as a win or whatever, go ahead. if you need this to feel some joy in your sad, miserable little life, I'm not stopping you.

PPS: I still genuiely hope all radqueers eventually come to their sense and leave this bullshit ideology behind

PPPS: and to all radqueers who hide behind this label to abuse and groom other, I hope you lose all your friends and your family over this. you deserve no happiness.

[aseaofcastors]

𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 A Sea of Castors!

Collectively we have: AuDHD, BPD, Anxiety

Check out our system card here and our system pronouns page here for more information on us! It holds BYF, our socials, and other little fun facts!

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ❝ Maybe you don't have to be a Castor to have power... maybe you just have to fall for one ❜❜ ໋ ／ ⋆ ۪

𓂃𓆩 𝕬 𝕾𝖊𝖆 𝖔𝖋 𝕮𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖘 𓆪 𓂃

💞⠀◡⠀𖦹₊ ˚⠀┈⠀𓆩 𝕭𝖆𝖘𝖎𝖈 𝕴𝖓𝖋𝖔 𓆪 ◞⠀˚₊⠀ 𓂃⠀

𓎢⠀Names: Zythe, Thulhu, Castors

𓎢⠀Body's Age: 20

𓎢⠀Pronouns: He, Xey, They

𓎢⠀Gender: Trans Masc Enby

📖⠀◡⠀𖦹₊ ˚⠀┈⠀𓆩 𝕾𝖞𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖒 𓆪 ◞⠀˚₊⠀ 𓂃⠀

𓎢⠀Tag: 𓏲๋࣭࣪˖💞˖⭑

𓎢⠀Member count: 50+

𓎢⠀Type: Poly frag OSDD sys

𓎢⠀Frequent Fronters ﹒ Sub Systems

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𓎢⠀Type: Ambi? (Not looking.)

𓎢⠀Status: Married and collared to The Haunt

📜⠀◡⠀𖦹₊ ˚⠀┈⠀𓆩 𝕭𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘 𓆪 ◞⠀˚₊⠀ 𓂃⠀

𓎢⠀Interactions: Ask

𓎢⠀Rp: Ask

𓎢⠀Pet/nicknames: Yes /p

𓎢⠀Flirting: anything/r or /sxl No, close friends for /p

𓎢⠀Verbal: 84%

𓎢⠀Scribble: 65%

last updated: 1/30/25

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More Info:

We are collectively autistic and anxious meaning we don't know how to interact most of the time and can be very awkward we also miss a lot of social cues- so please be patient with us and use tone tags!!

We have a partner system The Haunted House 🪦 We love and adore them very much so, if you have an issue with them DNI 🫶

Feel free to ask for our Simply Plural! We would love to have some friends!!

Our system tags: thecastorchronicles, castor headmate name(emoji)

[theghostwiththeglitch]

sO. This week I´m out from (of????? This is not my first lenguage and my mind is going to fast right now to think about grammar)my ADHD pills, yeah? And it´s been a while since the last time I was in this state, right? So, I totally forget this feeling, like i feel everything inside my body going insane and so fast like ZOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMM, i don´t now how to describe it with words. BUT externally im like "vibrating"????? Like "oh i have fingers, i can transport that energy to my feet (that was the plural, right?) and hands. And the other day I read a post about adhd and superspeed (Flashfamily as the tags mentioned them all) and how bad could that be and i think about and im like "yeah, maybe??? I DON´T KNOW, MAYBE MY HEART COULD EXPLOTE BUT MAYBE COULD RELAX MY BODY???? So that happens with the coffe". So im like, what would happen if i write something about Bart in this state??? What would do the rest of the team? Also, i have 24, so they would be around my age

[festivalofthe12]

No but it really is starting to settle on me just how much MORE popular Yuki/Kakeru is since the new anime came out.

Like: I recently regained access to my old livejournal from the late 00s!!!! And unfortunately I made that after the height of my Fruits Basket phase, but I still did make some mention of Yuki/Kakeru... And, well.

18) A pairing that is woefully unappreciated! YUKI/FRICKINGKAKERU. I swear, there's less than a PAGE of this on fanfic.net. Less than a PAGE. Geez, it's implied SO MUCH in so many scenes, even WITHOUT the whole 'I'll brake up with you' thing. Bloody fandom, don't appreciate good characters and pairings when they see them... (8/3/2008)

And as I implied in an earlier post, while I was trawling through the Ao3 tag (still on-going!!) I decided to give myself a blast from the past and re-read through the Yuki S. and Kakeru M. filter on ff.net, which I remember checking religiously. Today? Three pages.

Ao3 has 10 pages and 200 works!!!

And even then, like, lately I've been going through my old bookmarks (sadly I've only found one Yuki/Kakeru, which I'd already remembered anyway), with a current focus on Zuko/Aang. Well, even just by googling I can immediately summon up whole rec lists of livejournal snippets and fic memes and the like, so I was excited to see what I could dig out for Yukeru, since I certainly remember Fruits Basket having a big presence on that site!

Nothing. Literally, I haven't found anything yet. Save a livejournal comm with exactly three posts, long-dead.

Of course, it makes sense that the new anime brought in new fans: Kakeru famously never showed up in the old anime, so people would only have ever even met him if they read through to, what? Volume 8? Later? of the manga. And I do recall the fandom being far less... Yuki-positive, back then. Yuki/Kyou was a popular ship, of course, and Yuki/Haru was around, but those ships had Kyou and Haru fans behind them; you'd only ship Yukeru if you were really invested in Yuki himself.

But it's still just boggling me. I did find Yuki/Kakeru rec lists, but they're all from the last few years. They alone have as much fanfic as ff.net had of Yukeru total back in 2008, when Kakeru had surely existed for a good half a decade at least, even in English.

Is there something about the current fanfiction landscape that is far more amenable to Yuki/Kakeru? Probably, yeah, I think: it's a pairing very situated for queer coming-of-age found family type stories, which are much more popular now. (Not that they never existed before! But fandom was much less... consciously activist-y. Maybe I'm just betraying my age back then, but it was much more common to ship boys simply because they were ~smexy~ together, as I think I myself cringefully wrote about Yuki/Kyou in my very first livejournal post...)

And it's. Such a strange feeling. I remember when I realised that season 2 of the anime had come out, and on a whim deciding to check the Yuki/Kakeru fanfic tag on ao3. And I thought I found only a small number! And I read one, and went 'oh cool, my old ship has Plural New Works!' and moved on!!! I truly had no IDEA there were so MANY... or that they were so GOOD.

Yuki/Kakeru was one of the first ships I ever wrote. The fic was very long and I'm sure very bad, though unfortunately this is from the period of my writings lost to time, so I'll sadly never be able to check it out for my (current) self. I think it was the first lemon I ever wrote; on a Pirates of the Caribbean fic I exclaimed that this second lemon was much better than my first, and I have a sneaking suspicion Yuki/Kakeru is who my 14-or-so old self had written like that.

I made a friend on ff.net because they were one of the very few Yuki/Kakeru writers. I have a visceral memory of coming upon the 'I'll break up with you' scene while reading the manga at school during lunch, and how I immediately exclaimed it aloud in great excitement, startling a poor teacher who had been talking to one of my friends and no doubt knew me as being very quiet. I'm sure I must have drawn it in all sorts of little doodles; I saved a lot of my old high school arts, so maybe I should try going through those as well?

I don't know. I'm just feeling a great sense of awe, I guess, haha. That ship was *so important to me*, and it was *so hard* to find anyone else who felt as strongly as me! (My friends all liked Fruits Basket with me, of course, but we've always tended to have divergent ship tastes.) And right beneath my nose, it has had a renaissance! It sprouted and bloomed and then went dormant again while I twiddled my thumbs, vaguely promising myself that I'd get back to the new anime at some point or other!

God I just. REALLY wish I'd been paying attention while the anime was airing, hahaha. :') My inner child has been so thoroughly validated by this all, that this ship I cared so much about really IS as great and important and meaningful as I'd always thought it was! But how must it have been to be in the thick of it all, when the ship tags were thriving? When I could've seen the new viewer's reactions to famous scenes? When everyone else was thinking about Yukeru as much as I have been, this last month or so?

But I'm not only unhappy. i can't not be grateful that these people have come and made works which I can still now and enjoy, and that there are still certainly people around to like my silly little Yukeru posts and even maybe make new ones. Things are so much better now than they were back then.

It's just. Incredible. Why didn't any of this happen back then?! Why did this Understanding take so long to spread and percolate?!? I don't know. But I'm happy. My younger self... is so, so happy. :'DDD

[ash-n-dynamite]

I'm not tagging as syscourse since I'm not attacking anyone's existence or fake claiming. If my understanding of what is counted as syscourse is wrong I can correct that and add a tag.

I think people forget that not all endogenic systems were created on purpose. Not all endogenic systems gave their consent. Not all endogenic systems did this "for fun".

In fact some endogenic systems do exist as a coping mechanism. If you think coping through plurality exist only through DID you are sorely mistaken.

There are numerous types of plurality out there, and not all are going to align with the plurality many know only through the medical DID lens. People may not know the correct terms to use, or what their flavor of plurality actually may be, but their current experience still paints them as plural. Maybe the plurality a writer or roleplayer experiences is different than a artist, which may be different than a daemian, who is different than someone who going through IFS, who is likely different than someone with OSDD, who's experience also may differ from someone with DID. Many may have overlapping experiences and can also be multiple of these. What I'm saying is all of them can experience something that would fall into what we understand plural being. Many in one. Maybe it's not exactly plural, maybe it's only a parallel experience. But if someone feels plural describes their experience best I'm not going to argue with them. This is their experience, not mine. I'm not going to understand them like they understand themselves. They get the last say.

System is a catch all term for describing the multiple parts, people, voices, whatever it may be that all exist in one body. It's a reason they are using endogenic system instead of DID system. It's two entirely different systems. Just like the internal family system is it's own system and nothing to do with DID systems. System itself isn't describing anything outside of what the community understands as a group of many in one body. Just like what the community understands plural as; many in one. Again, maybe system isn't the best description for what they are experiencing, but if they feel system is correct they are just as valid as the people who avoid using system for themselves.

It's all about finding what best explains your experience so others around you can better understand you and what you may be going through.

-Kit

[pesterloglog]

Latula Pyrope, Meenah Peixes, Kankri Vantas, Porrim Maryam, Aradiabot, Vriska Serket, Sollux Captor, Aradia Megido, Equius Zahhak, Mituna Captor, Kurloz Makara, Cronus Ampora, Feferi Peixes, Meulin Leijon, Nepeta Leijon, Eridan Ampora, Rufioh Nitram, Damara Megido, Horuss Zahhak, Karkat Vantas, Tavros Nitram, Gamzee Makara, Terezi Pyrope

Act 6, page 5427

LATULA: wooooo, 4w y34h grlz, h34rd you w3r3 st4rt1ng 4 p4rty ov3r h3r3??? >XD

MEENAH: no its not a party its...

KANKRI: Hm. I see s9me9ne has ch9sen t9 dress as a pirate f9r this party, in spite 9f the negative ass9ciati9ns that the 9ld marauding classes have with vi9lent a6use, 9ppressi9n, n9t even t9 mention

MEENAH: ARRRRRGH DUD-E GTFO

LATULA: yo porr1m! n1c3 costum3! w4y to ch4ng3 1nto someth1ng on such short not1ce. H1 F1V3!!!!

PORRIM: What? No+, this isn't a co+stume. It's just what I was wearing. I came o+ver here to+ see what all the co+mmo+ti+n was about.

LATULA: d4mn grl you just look1ng f1n3 for th3 h3ll of 1t th3n! GRL POW3R!!!

PORRIM: Uh... sure. So+ this is a party? So+unds like fun!

MEENAH: no its not a party gfd 38(

ARADIABOT: lets annihilate them

ARADIABOT: yes lets. i am in the m00d t0 ruin s0meb0dy

VRISKA: Right on! I knew I could count on you crazy metal 8roads for some mayhem.

SOLLUX: hey aradia, uh... y0ur rob0 clones l0ok like they're ab0ut to flip the fuck 0ut. they're making me nervous, eheheh. can you try talking s0me sense into them?

ARADIA: sorry sollux my robotic duplicates have always been free agents totally exempt from my influence and better judgement

ARADIA: equius do you think you can calm them down?

EQUIUS: D --> They are pernickety devices

EQUIUS: D --> Often sweat seeps into their circuitry and causes them to behave more erratically

EQUIUS: D --> Which unfortunately only causes me to sweat even more profusely, I am afraid

ARADIA: equius weve never talked about it but im not sure how comfortable i am with you um... courting such a great plurality of my mechanical doubles

EQUIUS: D --> On a scale of 1 to 100, how depraved would you say you find my behavior?

EQUIUS: D --> (please be 100, please be 100...)

ARADIA: i never should have kissed you that time it was such a mistake :(

EQUIUS: D --> (I NEED A TOWEL)

EQUIUS: D --> (A NEW ONE I MEAN)

MITUNA: HA7H 4NYW0NG 533N MY H4ML37

KURLOZ: :o)

MITUNA: 000H WH04 N1C3 C057UM3 8UDDY

KURLOZ: :o)

CRONUS: (be quiet. by saying anything youre really making a horrible impression on people we should be trying to impress here.)

MITUNA: 1M 50RRY

CRONUS: (ill forgivwe you, but this is the last time i evwer do. im at my vwits end with you.)

MITUNA: 1M 50RRY PL3453 PL3453 F04G1V3 M3 4G4IN

FEFERI: GLUB! (whoops, i mean glub. oh gosh, it's my ancestor!)

FEFERI: (i'm so nervous, i can't let her notice me. she's so unbubbleivably cool! *swoonami*)

MEENAH: (ah snap its my ancestor. wish i didnt notice her)

MEENAH: (must... suppress... urge... to murder her for royal supremacy omg)

MEULIN: (^·ω·^) < 333333333!!!!!!!!!

NEPETA: :33 < 333333333!!!!!!!!!

MEULIN: (^·o·^)/ < 333333333!!!!!!!!!

NEPETA: :33 < 333333333!!!!!!!!!

MEULIN: (=^ω^=) < 333333333!!!!!!!!!

ERIDAN: wwhoa man could you maybe stop bumpin me wwith your codpiece

CRONUS: sorry chief, honest misake. so are you doing anything later?

ERIDAN: wwait are you actually seriously hittin on me

ERIDAN: wwoww dude evven i think youre trash

CRONUS: im a cool enough cat if you get to know me. you didnt ansvwer the question.

ERIDAN: sigh fine lets go out on a date i guess. flippin amazin this tragic scenarios wwhat i been reduced to

MEENAH: H-EY! everyone stay on the right goddamn sides. cronus im lookin at you

VRISKA: Yeah! Nepeta, 8ack in line. You people need to start taking this 8rawl more seriously.

RUFIOH: yo my gangstas! d1d 1 hear you were go1ng off to f1ght a ghost k1ll1ng demon...

RUFIOH: m1nd 1f 1 tag along... 1've been hop1ng for a chance to put an end to my cruel joke of an ex1stence... haha... bangarang.

VRISKA: Hell yes! On this team I have a MAJOR need for expenda8le people.

MEULIN: (^·o·^) HORSEBODY!RUFIOH, DON'T BE SUCH A DOWNER! DIDN'T YOU GET THE MEOWMO? THIS IS NOT A CATFIGHT, IT'S A COSTUME PURRTY!!!

MEENAH: no no it really is a catfight. or i mean a regular fight... urrgh

KANKRI: Meulin, it w9uld 6e great if y9u didn't use this party as a platf9rm t9 engage in suicide shaming. I think Rufi9h is triggered en9ugh as it is having t9 live with the hein9us 69dy 9f a metal h9rse.

DAMARA: これは何? ハロウィーンの乱交? [What is this? A Halloween orgy?]

VRISKA: Are you fuckers deaf???????? This 8n't a party!

MEULIN: (^._.^) ...

PORRIM: Ho+rrus, yo+ur o+utfit lo+o+ks nice, but so+rry to+ say it was a false alarm. It's no+t a co+ stume party.

HORUSS: 8=D < This isn't a costume. I am literally a majestic stallion, and my appearance refle% this noble reality.

PORRIM: Ah. Go+tcha. Hey guys, can I be o+n the o+ther team?

KANAYA: Yes!

MEENAH: no!!!!!!!!!!

KARKAT: THIS GATHERING HAS COMPLETELY BLOWN AWAY MY ABILITY TO TOLERATE STUPIDITY AND AWFULNESS. GET ME THE FUCK OUTTA HERE.

KARKAT: GOD DAMN IT. THE CROWD IS GETTING TOO THICK, I CAN'T EVEN GET AWAY FROM THIS SHIT. EVERYBODY FUCKING MOVE!!!

TAVROS: eXCUSE ME, oTHER PEOPLE,

TAVROS: wHO ARE ME, aND OTHERWISE,

GAMZEE: honk.

TAVROS: hAVE YOU SEEN, a BEAUTIFUL TREASURE ON THE FLOOR,

TAVROS: tHAT IS MORE SPECIFICALLY A RING,

TEREZI: K4RK4T, SHUT UP, TH1S 1S GR34T!

TEREZI: W3 N33D TO G3T MOR3 P3OPL3 J4MM3D 1NTO TH1S SW33T F1GHTP4RTY M4SQU3R4D3! >:]

[weed666]

hi welcome 2 my gay sex & weed blog. my main is @fefairys my nsfw art blog is @feferriswheel

23 years old ♠ he/him ♠ polyam verse + switch

minors dni obviously. if ur age isnt listed clearly on ur blog i'll block u.

this is the blog where i talk about sex and weed and alcohol and stuff. more about me below the cut ^_^ pls read before sending asks! last updated: 01/03/2025

feel free to send asks of any kind :3 i love intrusive sexual questions >:) if u ask/say horny stuff abt my ocs i'll love u forever

fav kinks you can expect to see here: -robophilia and general objectophilia for electronics -blood!!!/knifeplay/cannibalism/gore sometimes -monsterfuckery and furry stuff :3 -petplay -bondage -EDGING/orgasm denial -cnc -somnophilia -intoxication -praise and degradation (mixing them together is top tier) -voyeurism & exhibitionism (im more of a voyeur myself teehee) -breeding (no preg) -vore sometimes maybe :3c -micro/macro -sadism/masochism -piss

here's my irl pics tag here's my art tag (see more on my nsfw art blog i mentioned above) 🧃 is the tag i use when i talk about my fiance, sebastian :3 (/posts that make me think of it) 🧃pic is where i show it off <3

also, we're a plural system! there are actually 3 (maybe 4? or 5??) of us who use this blog. dante/ruby (he/she) tags posts with #🃏 sam (he/xe) tags posts with #🛹 scythe (he/xe/ze) tags posts with #🩸 (ze also has xer own blog now! @kismoirailsis but still posts here occasionally as well)

things we like being called: -good/bad boy (ruby likes good girl as well as boy) -slut, whore, toy -pet, dog, puppy/pup -fag/faggot!!!!!!!! -freak, pervert (<- ruby esp likes 'pervert')

hard limits (no judgement if u like this stuff. just dont bring it up to me): -pregnancy -incest or anything that reminds me of family dynamics, including "mommy/daddy" stuff -misgendering -weight gain -degrading my body. u can degrade me as a person but not my body <3 -dont ask for nudes if we're not friends. i post what i want on my own volition, not by request.

will add more if we think of anything.

[loreandco]

listen the fuck up stalkers!!!

i know you're reading this and thinking that you're oh so cool for trying to get me removed from plural spaces for wrong and false allegations or claims.

i know you're reading this because i dont have to tag you to get a reaction or anything. you've been stalking my tumblr that, mind you, i don't even really use because unlike some (/nbr) i don't wish to be dependable on social media. but i will do this and say this one thing.

that you're wrong.

i have proof that someone you may or may not have been contacting and talking to is a fucking liar, an attention seeking backstabber who is not only a problematic ADULT but an ADULT that doesn't understand when to quit or what the difference between shit is.

supposedly me being comship means im a fucking pedophile, which could not be farther from the truth. in fact its so wrong im going to explain to you what comship actually is!! because none of you read my initial post! comship stands for 'complicated ship' which in itself, is complicated. complications may be having DIFFERENT views about DIFFERENT things under a shipping label; such as pro or neuship. comship ALSO means being interested in these complications in a FICTIONAL, SAFE, AND NONHARMFUL WAY. you people don't seem to understand that FICTION DOES NOT EFFECT REALITY UNLESS CHALLENGED and you probably are thinking about sources or media like creepypasta that have indeed effected people enough before.

while yes sources or media like creepypasta have INFLUENCED and PERSUADED people to do things, this does not make the media responsible for YOUR thoughts or YOUR actions. everyone has free will, period. if you seriously are petty enough to say 'oh creepypasta is why my fictive of XYZ is so bad' for example, then unfortunately that's not my problem and is in fact an issue that you have to work on as a system. you can teach alters and fictives to be better and you choosing not to! is the problem! because you're basically enabling and 'gentle parenting' them enough to the point they think its ok. and newsflash, its not! please educate yourself and teach your alters to maybe i dont know, understand they're not always their source??

also want to give a shoutout to this person ive already referenced aka pandora aka nachokitten17 aka user 1239703551261933621 on discord if you'd like to preban them btw that you are the most insufferable person i've met in the last year or so. you literally assumably got me under some serious stupid and wrong allegations because i 'support your abuser' when we had our lloyd introject TELL YOU TO BACK OFF for making us uncomfortable. you clinged to me. you were OBSESSIVE and WEIRD and fucking need to know it. i frankly don't mind it if people say me making this callout part of this message is wrong because if people find this, it actually proves people have been stalking me and makes them the problem and not me. get a life, please. and to pandora: the fact you tried to befriend me while also lying about this is fucking wild.

below is proof that pandora is delusional about ships and their 'condoning' and how they believe freedom of fiction = pedo which is a wild ass claim lmao

"people only ship dark things because they fantasize it" could not be further from the truth. pandora is basically denouncing peoples trauma response to things like assault and sexual abuse. this literally just paints a bigger picture as to how and why this person is problematic. and this is a fucking 20 year old btw! crazy right?

this is the same person who you let throw around claims about me being a horrible person for no actual real evidence other than bullshit from years ago. like really? me having a TCOAAL avatar and banner to my discord suddenly means im a pervert? get the fuck over yourself kid lmao. im allowed to like the media and frankly liking a media that has a base topic of questionable morals doesn't mean im the same way. it just means i enjoy the content. the same can be said about you pandora when you like mouthwashing and suddenly! oh no! you're a horrible person for liking it because of what jimmy did to anya! you fucking hypocrite. also back on the TCOAAL thing i relate to andrew graves so fucking much because my ex irl best friend was a lot like ashley in game, she was manipulative and used me as a gain and a passage to get out o trouble. so thanks! for basically saying my trauma response is wrong and invalidating it! fuck you.

and to those who actually read this in full and understand now that im not a bad person and in fact just think people should live their lives and not have to have fiction and media's and sources ONLINE by the way make up their personality or exhibit the same behaviour, good on you because you're a good person unlike pandora.

now if you've actually read this in full i commend you for taking the time because i understand its a LOT to read through but i figured i'd give a one last middle finger to those who have been on my tail trying to get me in trouble. im not even a bad person or any of these claims; i just wholeheartedly don't care because fiction does not effect reality unless challenged.

thank you, and if people want more screenshots.. oh i have more :)

[is-that-plural]

weird question, if we give descriptions of how they could be read as plural, are we allowed to send in OCs?

cause I have these two (four?) OCs that I made a while ago before even knowing what OSDDID was and looking back they feel very plural !!!

ofc I’d give you a description of how they were because otherwise you wouldn’t . know, but yea !!

(also, idk if we can claim anons, but if so can we claim 🧂🪨? /nf)

!!

not a weird question at all !! no worries dear 🧂🪨 anon !!

we're a little conflicted on how best to give you an answer, because submitting OCs can get Really Tricky, Really Fast, and we don't dare cross someone's boundaries or say a character who isn't ours is something they are not, but on the other hand technically we've already had an OC submission here: (x )

-> So i think, that as long as you are the creator, or the creator is someone like that last post, who was so famous and has the rules of their character said somewhere easily read (again like the last post, it was really easy to find who the character belonged to and really easy to check if it was okay to make the sort of post we did) Than; Submitting OCs is okay for the most part !!

just don't simply create an OC only to be put on this blog, its not a place for self promo, and OC submissions might be purposefully scarce throughout the others, as its not a focus here (but if in the near or far future if we ever created a discord server for our lovely followers here, then we'd have a self promo channel there !!, let us know if you want that <3)

[ yes ! its ok to claim anons! we use them mostly for tagging purposes, so if you are unsure if theres a claimed emoji(-combo?) anon, then search the emojis in the tags real quick, and if there is none; its free to use!! we're not gonna keep track other than the tags though </3 (or we get like 100 emoji anons, maybe there will be a point where we keep track ]

[0mnimorphic]

wip intro [last edit: 07/03/2024]

MINORS / AGELESS / BOTS / 'PHOBES DNI

🌑 no designated name; call us 0mni if you must.

🌒 they/them pronouns as in nonbinary and plural. 🌟 if accessible, our pronouns page: [WIP]

🌓 25+ y.o alterhuman experiencing polymorphism since birth 🌠 (pun intended)

🌔 unsure if because of spiritual, psychological, or trauma reasons. 🌟 feels more intrinsic due to experiences prior to our trauma.

🌕 no definitive list of morphs, as they range across time and 'verse. 🌠 we use generalized/vague tags for this reason, see taglist below.

🌖 morphs also range per system member, indicated by an emoji. 🌟 non-specific example (without brackets and slash): (#/🌃)

🌗 currently, we aren't looking for those who knew us in another life. 🌠 due to various reasons, safety included; may change in the future.

🌘 otherwise, we are neurodivergent, disabled, mad, & survivors. 🌟 personal details will be omitted, but trauma may be mentioned.

DETAILS + BYF + DNI + TAGS BELOW:

⭐ Experiencing polymorphism since birth? Unsure of the reason?

your guess is as good as ours. we hope that, by having this blog, we will be able to finally figure out what these shifts indicate after all this time. until then, we don't fret over the details, and just enjoy our alterhuman and nonhuman experiences.

⭐ Switching between plural and singular language?

some of us feel more comfortable referring to ourselves as a collective, while others will use more personal language. this is for comfort reasons, as well as part of our self-acceptance plan.

⭐ Opinions on ___ following you?

as long as you're not on our dni, we (kindly) don't care and want nothing to do with any kind of fight or drama. we are only here for documentation and discovery, as well as pretty pictures and good feels. maybe a friend or two made, if possible and in the future.

⭐ Will you talk more about your plurality?

for safety and comfort reasons, no. apologies for the inconvenience.

BYF:

🌙 this blog is a massive wip by very nature.

🌙 there will be (tagged) trauma themes mentioned. 🌟 dehumanization, social & familial traumas, and death specifically.

🌙 there may be (tagged) suggest!ve & h0rny content mentioned. 🌟 tags pending; NO EXPLICIT NS.FW WILL EVER BE POSTED.

🌙 due to our disabilities, only common triggers are tagged. 🌟 tag examples: #trigger tw #trigger cw (best to blacklist both)

🌙 we are still relatively new to online communities.

🌙 we may get terminology wrong, and apologize in advance.

🌙 we do experience stress-related psychosis + avoidance behaviour. 🌟 for this reason, please let us know GENTLY if we messed up. 👁️‍🗨️ failure to do so will result in an immediate block for our safety.

DNI:

☀️ MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS

☀️ ANTIS, 'PHOBES, BIGOTS, TERFS, ZI0NISTS

☀️ RADQUEER, TRANSID & RELATED (uncomfy 4 trauma reasons)

☀️ DRAMA/CRINGE-FOCUSED BLOGS (incl. "shipping discourse")

☀️ FANDOM BLOGS (unless you're rbing to a secondary kin blog)

we block freely & without warning, and will do so if the vibes are off.

HATE MAIL/RBs WILL NOT BE MET WITH A RESPONSE.

DO INTERACT (AKA Safe Space For):

🌻 Trans women & femmes.

🌻 Intersex & GNC folks.

🌻 Good faith identities.

🌻 Alterhumans, nonhumans, otherkin, otherhearted, etc. 🌟 P-shifters, 'thropes, & species dysmorphic included!

🌻 Folks who experience neurodivergency, disability, personality disorders, madness, chronic illness, trauma, and other lived experiences that cause them to be discriminated against.

🌻 POC & indigenous peoples.

🌻 All underrepresented & disadvantaged communities.

please let us know GENTLY if ever we accidentally say/reblog something appropriative or offensive, so that we can apologize and delete it ASAP. we do our best to be vigilant and stay educated, but colonialism is insidious. it is never in our interest to spread bigotry, and we apologize in advance should this accidentally occur.

we also apologize if we accidentally follow/interact with you when we fall under your dni. we do what we can to double and triple check, but oopsies happen. feel free to block us in such an event.

GENERAL TAGSLIST: (WIP)

#/0mniposting - personal/blog posts

#/cosmic: celestial - space & paradise feels

#/cosmic: horror - abyssal & eldritch feels (horror tw)

#/cosmic: void - void feels

#/digital: affection - robot/android/computer feels

#/digital: infection - virus feels

#/digital: intelligence - ai feels

#/divine: love - yearning, obsession, & grief feels

#/divine: fallen - sacrilege, vice, and reclamation feels

#/divine: wrath - justice, vengeance, & justified rage feels

#/divine: wyldling - circle of life & the red hunt feels

#/paleo: claws - extinct sauropsid feels (dinos, birds, reptiles)

#/paleo: fangs - extinct synapsid feels (mammals)

#/paws: howls in the city - domestic canine feels

#/paws: howls in the desert - desert canine feels

#/paws: howls in the valley - tundra & taiga canine feels

#/paws: mustelid menagerie - self-explanatory feels

#/paws: snarls in the city - domestic feline feels

#/paws: snarls in the sand - desert feline feels

#/paws: snarls in the snow - tundra & taiga feline feels

#/the red hunt - hunting, ferality & gnashing teeth feels

#/the storm within - storms, seas, and subconscious feels

#/the stones below - ancient worship & primordial feels

#/the skies above - worldly disconnect & paradise feels

SPECIFIC TAGLISTS: (WIP)

#/🌿.tri - tw: substances, trauma, glitches, death & grief

#/🌃.lun - tw: death, themes of despair, suggestive themes

#/🍭.mar - tw: death, themes of loss and child death, violence

#/🦡.bli - tw: predation, violence, blood, animal death, grief

#/🦦.ynn - tw: implied relationship abuse, loss of freedom

#/🖥️.iki - tw: loss of freedom, violence, obsession & despair

#/🦉.ryk - tw: themes of loss and death, injustice, unreality

#/🐾.cat - tw: themes of loss and despair, grief, longing