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shadowzmod · 2 years ago

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Bad Future

Fleetway's mod beat me to it, but here's my bad future fic too.

Shadow had seen the gems pulled out of Silver's Flame of Hope form as he hit the deck of the ARK, their shimmering colors glowing even in the dim light of space. And he'd recognized what they were a second too late.

The Sol Emeralds.

As soon as his brain processed that, he dived towards them; hand outstretched...

"CHAOS CONTROL!"

Shadow's eyes widened, those same words on the tip of his tongue, but Rift had already warped forward, was already there, looming over Silver's unconscious form, a snaggle-toothed grin on his face, "I WIN, SHADOW."

"N̷̞̿ȯ̶̻!̶̻̎" Shadow's voice was still mangled, the glitches caused by the mess the Master Emerald and Phantom Ruby were making of his physical form, but, of course, it was too late.

If Rift had been bright before, now he was blinding, burning through Shadow's eyelids as he made one final effort, trying to get close enough to do...anything.

The blast that emanated from Rift sent him tumbling backwards...and that was only the shockwave. The main part of it speared into the planet below; it was all over in a second, chunks of rock the size of countries and continents thrown up into space as the energy ripped the very core of the planet apart, fire rippling through the cracks.

The resulting wave of heat caught Shadow by surprise, barely able to dodge the incoming newly-made asteroids: behind him, the Illusionary ARK faded, and he realized Silver...but he couldn't see him in the field of debris.

He could see Rift though. He was kind of hard to miss, glowing like the Death Star that Shadow had nicknamed him, reveling in his victory.

Shadow wilted, shoulders slumping as he stared at his feet. They were almost totally see-through now--hot sparks of magenta and blue coursing through the white glowing fur that was left as the little energy he still had warred within him.

It was obvious when Rift drew closer; his light was bright enough to change the shimmer of colors on Shadow's pelt. He closed his eyes against the sight, ears pinned back, "Just...k̴i̴l̶l̶ m̴e̷ a̴l̸r̴e̶a̶d̵y̸. It should be e̵a̸s̵y̸ at this point."

"WON'T YOU COME BACK THOUGH?" Rift's voice was like a fiery vortex, whirling around his head.

Shadow didn't want to think about that. Regenerating into the void where the planet he loved used to be, who knew how many years later and with who knew what memories. So he couldn't help the little whimper in his voice when he said, "Y̶e̷s̸."

He felt Rift move closer, the heat emanating from him almost painful against the freezing cold contrast of space, and he tensed, partially nonexistant fists clenching as he expected the finishing blow.

It didn't come.

Instead, Rift's hand closed tightly around his wrist, and Shadow winced at the intense heat, gritting his teeth as he expected the pain to spread--but it didn't. Instead, the pain faded--all of it, throughout his whole body--replaced with a warm glow that Shadow knew so well: pure Chaos Energy.

He opened his eyes to stare at Rift, whose light had dimmed enough (or maybe Shadow was just fixed enough) that he could actually see him without being blinded, "What are you doing?" He glanced down at his wrist, where he could see the golden glow disappearing into his white fur, revitalizing his own Hyper form, ".̶.̸.̸w̵h̴y̵?̷?"

"YOU WEREN'T GOING TO BE ABLE TO LEAD ME TO THE MASTER EMERALD LIKE THAT."

Shadow bristled for half a second, before his quills slumped in defeat as logic took over. Rift knew the emerald was still in existence, or Shadow's Hyper form would have stopped. And he could find it by using his own chaos emerald--it just might take him several hours longer. He shouldn't show him to it--he knew where it was, he could feel the tether that linked them stretching out through space--but...the replenishing of his Chaos Energy felt so nice after being so totally drained.

Besides, it's not like it mattered anymore. Although Silver...Shadow glanced behind them, but there was no sign of the white hedgehog. Only chunks of rock and dust and space.

He sighed, "All right..." and started to pull away, but Rift quickly adjusted his grip, grabbing Shadow's hand and entwining their fingers.

"SO YOU DON'T GET ANY IDEAS ABOUT RUNNING OFF."

Like there way anywhere for him to go. But Shadow couldn't actually make himself mind at the moment, because the warm flow of Chaos Energy didn't stop as he carefully led them through the field of asteroids.

Shadow tried hard not to remember that every one of these rocks came from a planet he had failed.

It was a long way to the Master Emerald, but they were fast enough that it only took a few minutes before Shadow caught sight of a green glint amongst the brown and black background, and his heart sank. Once Rift had that...well, no it didn't matter. He was already unstoppable; more power wouldn't change anything. And Shadow would have served his purpose and could fade away. His Hyper Form would go as soon as the Emerald was no longer tied to him.

"There," he pointed, but didn't fly any closer; he was actually surprised when Rift didn't let go of his hand, pulling him along until they were right next to the giant gem. Shadow closed his eyes: this close, the emerald was refueling his Chaos Energy too--at least, he supposed, his last moments of this life wouldn't be entirely pain. His stomach twisted at the thought that that was so untrue for all the others whom Rift had just killed...but there was nothing he could do about that now. All he could do was wait, again. and wonder what the power of the Master Emerald would do to alter Super Sonic's form...

"IT'S FOR YOU."

"What̷?" Shadow's eyes popped open to see Rift pushing the Master Emerald towards him, the Gem scooting, frictionless through space to hover right at the edge of Shadow's flickering glow, as he stared at Death Star.

Rift rolled his ridiculous spiral eyes, “IT'S FOR YOU.” He swooshed around Shadow, “THE PLANET HAS DIED. YOU FAILED. BUT YOUR POWERS ARE FORMIDABLE. JOIN ME. WITH THE FULL POWER OF THE EMERALD FOR YOURSELF, YOU MIGHT EVEN BE A MATCH FOR ME.”

Shadow was still not processing, as he glanced from Rift back to the emerald, “...wouldn't you be w̴o̴r̵rie̷d̴ I̶'̸d a̴c̸t̴ua̷l̴l̴y ̸b̶ea̴t̵ you?”

“WHY?” Rift laughed, gesturing around them, “YOUR PROMISE IS NULL AND VOID. THE PLANET IS GONE. YOU HAVE NOTHING LEFT. NO ONE. EXCEPT ME. DO YOU WANT to lose me too?”

Shadow's eyes shot to Rift, except it wasn't Rift anymore—and he wasn't supernova bright either. It was just...Super Sonic. Regular. Even the spiraling eyes were gone, replaced by ruby red that echoed Shadow's own. Shadow's breath inhaled sharply, and somewhere in the back of his mind he realized that this was definitely Rift fucking with him again, but...but he knew that Sonic was there, still there, so who was to say this wasn't some part of him...?

“...̶N̷o̶...I d̵o̷n̷'̵t̵ w̶an̴t̶ t̵o̴ l̷o̵se̶ y̵o̷u̵.̷.̴.” Shadow murmured, “But...I don't...I don't e̷ve̵n k̴now̵ ̴ho̷w̷..̵..”

“Like this.” Sonic reached for Shadow's hand and pressed it flat to the emerald. Shadow was about to protest that just touching the gem did nothing, but then Sonic's hand began to glow yellow, the same call of Chaos Energy that Rift had shared earlier...

And Shadow could feel the Master Emerald responding, could feel the energy that had been tethered lightly to him strengthen as the connection opened slowly, and then faster and faster. Shadow gasped, clenching his teeth as the emerald in front of him flickered out of existence while his own form somehow became more solid, more real, than it had been since the beginning of the fight—the spirals of power that wafted off of him in Hyper form quieting to a low thrum of energy pulsing underneath his skin, chaos flowing through his veins, so easy to manipulate he barely had to think to conjure a Chaos Spear in his hand and then send it zinging through the aether.

He'd never felt power like this. It was...exhilarating.

“IS THIS....WHAT YOU FEEL LIKE ALL THE TIME?” his voice echoed, the glitching gone and replaced by a reverberation though the very fabric of space, as he glanced up.

And it wasn't Sonic now, Rift having reclaimed his own image, but somehow Shadow didn't mind anymore, “YES.”

“IT'S...WONDERFUL.”

“YES.” Rift's eyes sparked, “SHALL WE THEN?”

And Shadow couldn't say no.

#yay terrible evil x2 #shadow makes poor decisions #heritageblogverse

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forsaken-system · 3 years ago

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List of fictives that I know of in the system categorized by their source because I'm bored:

FNAF (and FNAF aus):

Pie (host, swr au)

Ollie (swr au)

Athena (swr au)

Jericho (me, swr au)

Bonbon (humanized Toy Bonnie)

Clyde (humanized Rockstar Bonnie)

Lilith (fan child of humanized Rockstar Bonnie)

Freddy (humanized)

Bonnie (humanized)

Mangle (humanized)

Mari (humanized Marionette)

Glam (Glamrock Freddy)

Frederick (humanized Toy Freddy)

Lefty

RWQ/Rex (Shadow Bonnie)

White Rabbit (we call him Raby or just Rabbit)

Dead by Daylight:

Susie Legion (but a bunny)

Phillip Ojomo (the Wraith)

Anna (the Huntress)

Bugsnax:

Wiggle Wigglebottom

Anime:

Juuzou Suzuya ( Tokyo Ghoul, we usually call him Suzu. Been considering an English name, he's very insitent on "Blade")

Minecraft:

Ono (Enderman/Phantom hybrid, integrated with Benchtwt academy Ono so now they're apart of that group)

Keno (Split to be Ono's protector, not actually a mob or creature from MC but apart of the Benchtwt academy trio, he does insist on being the creature elitrians from the origin mod are from)

Hero (a Minecraft slime)

And then theres Chuck E Cheese.

A good chunk of our active alters are introjects but I've been told we had a lot more brainmade before so yeah, these are just the ones I know of

Also want to note that Ono and Keno do NOT have japanese names, Ono is a name given to us by a friend that is just a random work and Keno is short for Kenopsia.

#🎨#this blog has become an alter asthetic blog with random bits of info and im ok with that

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good-rwbyaus · 6 years ago

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| Trial ask: An AU where Pyrrha is brought back as a champion of the light.

| A/N: an alternate ending to the Fall of Beacon. be careful what you wish for.

| Destiny | mod lilac | link to part b |

================================================ ‘For it is in passing that we achieve immortality…’ ================================================

Polarity was her Semblance. Though others only saw how it interacted with the physical world, in truth, it encompassed so much more. Her power guided her like how a ball bearing would follow a lodestone’s draw. It revealed paths to her when none were apparent. It shined like a beacon in the dark, allowing others to kindle their souls with its guiding light.

It was through its guidance that she knew she had two choices.

She could run, but that would mean almost everyone she knew and loved would die. Ren, Nora, Ruby, Jaune… All of them were still here, and once the plans Cinder and the Grimm had for Beacon came to fruition, nothing would remain.

She’d rather die than to let that happen.

A year ago, she couldn’t say that. Her heart was only dedicated to spear and shield. Her chosen path was to fight the forces of Grimm and become a Huntress. And then it got derailed when she met a blond boy acting pretentiously suave all those months ago.

It was to her surprise when her Semblance whispered to her that he was the One. Naturally she couldn’t believe it.

But he shined like his soul did when she unlocked his Aura that day. Every trial put in his way made him grow stronger and wiser, yet he never lost that kindness that made him him. Someone like Jaune…even if he were expelled from Beacon, he would’ve made his own path. She wished she could watch him grow further. She wished she could stay by his side.

A phantom softness on her lips came and went.

Her hand tightened on her spear as her Semblance drew the elevator up to the Headmaster’s Office.

She’ll buy as much time as she can. For her duty. For her team. For Jaune.

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“PYRRHA!”

A bleeding hand jutted through a mangle of metal and mortar, glowing with an ethereal white. Emerging from the wreckage of what was once a rocket-propelled locker was a bloodied Jaune lifting himself from his confines, groggily standing on his own two feet. Crocea Mors lay embedded within the floor of the locker and through the rocket underneath.

“WHY WOULD Y-“

He wasn’t stupid. He knew why. It was because he was too weak. Because Pyrrha knew the best she could do was buy time. She would buy time for the people she cared about, even if it led to her death. That kiss…was goodbye.

He couldn’t accept that.

He might be weak. Stupid. Inexperienced. But maybe…with this power…

A white light hummed through Crocea Mors as he drew the blade out of its confines, exiting as easily as it had entered when he first summoned up the power through his body. The true face of his Semblance, his light that was kindled by Pyrrha’s own.

He lifted his head towards the top of the tower as flashes of flame and shattering glass danced within the clouds. “I’ll save you. No matter what. ”

With a burst of speed he never knew he could achieve, he charged forward from the wreckage and towards Beacon, praying he wouldn’t too late.

================================================ ‘Through this, we become a paragon of virtue and glory to rise above all. ================================================

“Do you believe in destiny?” She met Cinder’s glaze head on despite being forced to her knees with her cut Achilles.

The new Fall Maiden spoke in a quiet, deadly whisper, “Yes.”

The thrum of a bow.

An arrow of flame smoldered inside her chest, the acrid stench of burnt flesh filling her nose. Pain wracked her as her heart beat against the burning object, smoke filling her lungs and choking her from within.

When like poles were forced to meet, one must inevitably give way.

This was where her story ends.

“Pyrrha!”

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No no no no no no!

“You’re a bit late, little bo-“

“Get away from her!” Crocea Mors flashed white as it left the confines of his hand, Jaune charging forward immediately behind it. Cinder cockily lifted a flame-covered hand to block his desperate toss in the cruelest way possible. It was what he predicted.

A half hour earlier, she would’ve succeeded. Now though…

The woman’s eyes protruded in shock as she was lifted off her feet from the aura-enhanced blade, the weapon piercing effortlessly through her hand and moving towards her chest. Woman and weapon crashed into the clockwork wall behind them and sent a cloud of dust and glass into the air.

He wrapped his hands around Pyrrha as he drew out his Aura again, trying to stimulate Pyrrha’s own Aura to heal herself just like his did for him. A soft white glow hummed around them like tiny stars dotting the night sky.

“You’ll be okay. We can fix this. I called Ren and Nora, Ruby and her team, they’re all coming. Just stay alive. For us. For me. Please,” Jaune knew how bad the wound was. The arrow went right through her heart, and even with his Semblance sustaining her as best it could, it was all a desperate gambit. He needed to hope. As long as Pyrrha stayed alive, there was still hope.

“That hurt.” A voice said grumpily, a hint of malice within the syllables.

His heart skipped a beat when he heard that voice. Floating out of the rubble was a worse-for-the-wear Cinder. Her eyes glowed a fierce orange as she lifted her left hand, Crocea Mors still embedded through it. Before his eyes, the blade of Crocea Mors, his family’s heirloom, turned into molten slag, a puddle of steel on the ground.

“Allow me to repay the favor,” she snarled as she raised both her hands, “You can both die together.”

He didn’t hesitate as he stepped between Pyrrha and the torrent of flame before them. Shield repelling the brunt of the attack, he drew his Aura out and channeled it around him and through the shield on him. And it still wouldn’t be enough. His shield buckled underneath Cinder’s fiery assault, molten metal dripping onto the ground every second. Any part of him that was exposed burned and charred, barely kept in check with the healing properties of his Aura.

He met Pyrrha’s eyes. Affection. Love. Sadness.

A wish. She wanted him to run.

“I won’t let you go. I’ll protect you, even if I die,” he said as the rest of the world ignited around them. Their small pocket of white slowly dwindled under the assault.

================================================ “Infinite in distance and unbound by death, I release your soul, and by my shoulder, protect thee.” ================================================

He should’ve been safe. He should’ve never come back.

Why did he come bac- She knew why. If he didn’t come back, he wouldn’t be Jaune…

But it would all be for naught. She was going to die; she felt it. The way her heart struggled to beat despite Jaune’s efforts. The way her lungs cloyed with smoke. She was scared. She didn’t want to die, but more importantly she didn’t want Jaune to die either.

And he would be next to die once she passed on. The sheer rage in Cinder’s eyes at being beaten by someone she considered lesser would accept nothing less. Even now, his enormous font of aura was rapidly dissipating, their tiny bubble of safety diminishing second after second. And then Jaune would…

No. She won’t let that happen. She promised to protect him. Her body might refuse to move, but her soul – her very being – was still here.

She was going to die, but before she did, she’d burn brightly like the beauty of autumn leaves.

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As the light of Jaune’s soul shined above her, it was like a veil was lifted off her eyes, revealing the truths of her Semblance and the possibilities hidden within. It was through Jaune’s power that she had that single revelation, something that can turn the tide.

Her semblance was not limited to mere physical law.

Polarity. She was one pole, and Cinder was the opposite one. Hero, villain. Peace, war. Defender, attacker.

All that was left was to let go.

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In that moment, she took her last breath, and her heart beat its last.

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In that moment, she was Aura, the Light of one’s soul that pierced the darkness. And she could see the Darkness behind the fiery death Jaune staunchly obstructed.

In that moment, she triggered her Semblance.

Polarity. Opposites attract.

Her energy burned away from the sheer expenditure of being a non-corporeal being in a physical world, but it was enough to bring her in front of a shocked Cinder. The power she had left wouldn’t be enough to finish the job, but she didn’t need to kill this harbinger of death to render her ineffective.

Her hand drew low as her Semblance brought the melted remnants of Crocea Mors into form. Her fingers wrapped underneath the hilt, and with a single thrust, she channeled her entire being into the blade.

She was Crocea Mors. And she brought Judgment upon the woman who destroyed them both.

Night briefly turned into day as brilliant white lanced through the night sky and then became no more.

A severed arm fell to the ground without fanfare, crimson fabric still attached. Its owner had been knocked a long ways off from the surge of power she demonstrated.

She was herself again, Crocea Mors once against a mess of barely formed metal. Her eyes gazed off into the distance.

Despite everything that happened - despite the exhaustion that made her want to close her eyes - she couldn’t help but smirk.

“Hope she has a landing strategy.”

“Pyrrha?”

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“Pyrrha?”

“Yes, Jaune?”

“H-how?”

“I don’t know Jaune. Isn’t this your Semblance?”

He gaped at her, but then he saw Pyrrha’s lips curl up.

“Oh come on! That’s not funny!” Yet he couldn’t keep the smile off his face.

She laughed, and he couldn’t help but laugh with her.

For a brief moment, everything was right with the world.

....But they couldn’t ignore the elephant in the room forever.

Jaune’s gaze turned to the lifeless body behind him, an arrow still stuck in her chest. He knew the answer…but.

“Are you…”

“…I’m sorry, Jaune.”

“It’s all my fault. If I weren’t so weak…”

“None of this was your fault,” Pyrrha cut him off, pale hand knocking against his shoulder, “You didn’t get the Grimm or the military to attack us. You weren’t the one who put an arrow through my chest. And I chose to be here. It was my duty to be here.”

“I could’ve helped shoulder that duty. If I had been here sooner…”

“I still would’ve died, Jaune…”

“You don’t know th-“

“I would’ve died. I can’t explain how I know…but I do.”

They quietly stood, neither knowing quite what to say, despite knowing the clock was ticking on their final moments together.

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“...When Cinder shot me in the chest, I realized… I wanted to see you one last time.” Pyrrha sighed. She then glanced over at him pointedly and pursed her lips, “though you didn’t exactly come in the way I expected or wanted.”

“Oh come on,” Jaune whined with a slouch, barely suppressing the smirk he wanted to make as they settled into familiar banter, “I climbed Beacon for you! That’s gotta be worth something.”

“I didn’t ask you to do it. You could’ve just taken the elevator,” Pyrrha crossed her arms and lifted her chin with a huff.

“You mean the remains of the elevator that I had to charge through along with falling gears and glass?” Jaune rolled his eyes, “while the power was out?”

“Maybe you should learn to… ‘git good’ and learn how to fly under your own power,” Pyrrha floated an inch above the floor while waving a dismissing hand, “I’m certain Miss Fall can show you an appropriate landing strategy.“

“Well if you hadn’t sent her several miles awa-” Jaune paused as he saw Pyrrha wince, tiny flecks of light beginning to leave her form.

“I-It’s time, Jaune.”

Why…why did this have to happen?

His eyes turned red as he drew his arms around her. “It’s not fair. You are literally the best thing to ever happen to me. This…isn’t fair.”

Her hands wrapped around him, “And you, I. I don’t want to go.”

“Don’t…” He buried her head into her shoulder, not even bothering to hold the tears.

“…I wish I could stay, Jaune. All I wanted was to be by your side.”

“…” He couldn’t stop crying.

“At least whatever gods still exist gave me this chance in the end,” she whispered as she faded into silver particles. She pressed her lips against his cheek. “I love you, Jaune. I’ll always watch over you.”

“I love you, Pyrrha. I’ll protect everyone in your place,” he promised.

A brilliant smile shined before it faded into night.

#rwby au #rwby #pyrrha nikos #jaune arc #arkos #cinder fall #mod lilac #longpost #alt title: the ending pyrrha deserved

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fantasy-fields-bitty-center · 2 years ago

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how well do you think your Fnaf bitties would get along with Fnafbittyadoption's bitties?

Honistly I think it would depend on the bitties, but here are some of my thoughts:

Toy Bonnie: This 100% depends on the bitty from Fnafbittyadoptions! Our Toy Bonnies don't care about sharing their owner with another Toy Bonnie bitty, from anywhere, though they are not super over protective and don't mind waiting till the other bitty is comfertable around them!

Mangle: They wouldn’t care about our normal Mangle bitties but our Fixed Mangle bitties is where the problems are, though the Fixed Phantom Mangle bitties wouldn't cause as many problems as they are still broken up! Just not as much as normal Mangle,

Springtrap: I see no reason out ball of anxiety would bother their bitties(Even I(Mod wolf) have a Springtrap bitty from our shop and a Golden Freddy from their shop! They get along great!) though their bitties might be a little put off at first and both sides need time to adjust!

With all of these they should be monitored(by either you or a bitty that you know can trust to stop any fights that may break out) until you know 100% that there will not be any problems,

Also with Toy Bonnies, ours do not mind having to be returned/rehomed as they know the other bitties are super protective over their owners, though they will be sad!

If you want to have any bitties with compatibility issues it is best to visit the other shop and make sure everyone is already getting along is a safer space!

Also if you want any more info you can just ask for specific bitties!

#bitty info #fnaf info #fnaf bitty #fnafbittyadoption #mangle bitty #bonnie bitty #springtrap bitty

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fazbears-horror-attraction · 11 months ago

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Hello !!! That was me ( Mod Phantom Mangle ( or Phantom for short ), thank you for your time to answer this, i really appreciate it !

I Do have low spoons so i will be very very slow (i still have 2 month old requests in my inbox and slowly working on my own things) How ever if you or any followers have any Factive specific requests you can go ahead and send! This is a hobby for me and i do enjoy it when i can ! /gen

I'll update our rules etc at some point, but as of right now i will do:

IRL pictures of *most people (*as long as their face has been consenually in pictures or videos (ex: Youtubers (Markiplier, Dawko etc)

*i WILL do History and True Crime folks by using actors/actresses and picrews!!!

What i do for those who don't know:

Simple Moodboards

Icons (pride, aesthetic or plain (no editing)( less likely to do this FIRST if i have to make a transparent)

Genders / Terms (Kenochoric, Agere, IRL, Kinnic, Alder etc. I will NOT make Radqueer terms). I rather not say, make "Markipliersexual" unless its like "Markiplierace: When being Markiplier in some way while being Asexual"

And for my bodily older folks i have an After Dark MOGAI / Plural etc blog ( Minors DNI ) @succubus-help-corner where i do similar requests with more mature topics (kink, after dark mogai, etc)

Fair warning i have had no spoons to do ID but once i do i can try my best.

My only thing i ask for in return is to use tone tags with me (@ anyone not just you op /gen)

I started responding and then saved the draft and now tumblr won't let me finish it so:

Image ID: An anonymous ask that says: "Hello!! I run a mogai blog and I do things for plural folks, and introjects (or I try to, I know, admittingly I leaned fictive thinking only but to be fair. I was still learning ).

Do you have annly tips/ideas on what I should do/add that's very inclusive for all headmates and/or factives?

Like should I open icon requests for irl folks (youtubers etc). And if so I was wondering if not using TC (true crime) pictures but maybe picrews, or would that still be disrespectful etc.

I want to be as inclusive as possible without crossing other lines /gen" END ID]

This is a very good question, so thanks for thinking to reach out and ask me. I'll start by saying that, like I said, not every blog is meant for every system. Like I've said, just blogs are just for fictives, and if there is a reason for that, then it's okay. I once came across a blog the beyond only doing requests for fictional identities/characters, they wouldn't do your request if it was for a character played by a love action actor. Clearly, their content wasn't including of factives, plenty of fictives were excluded including the fictive we were looking to request content for, but that was their boundary, and it was valid.

I say this because I dont know what kind of content your blog makes. For example, are you making identies based off of character or are you putting identities on characters? For example, Alvin from Alvin and the Chipmunks gender or Alvin from Alvin and the Chipmunks is Insert mogaigender

Both of those types of posts may make you uncomfortable to make regarding real people if that's what you're doing. And that's completely valid

But let's say the content your posting wouldn't make you uncomfortable to add fact identities to. Opening requests for icons of real life people is an absolute wonderful place to start. It's really hard to reccomend things when I don’t know what all you're posting, but some things that blogs I follow do are moodboards, icon edits, "steal his look", and self care packages. Those are things that could be done for any type of introject. Even octives or songtives given the requester gives you enough information to go off of. (Though the steal the look may just be more of a general fashion suggestions)

Really, whatever you're doing, if you feel comfortable enough to attack the face or name of a real person to, do-- that's the best way to be inclusive of factives.

As for TC factives, I can easily say that we dont expect much. Very few if any at all will hate you because you were uncomfortable doing a request for anyone TC. Like I've said before, it's a perfectly valid boundary to have. Being willing to even use picrew versions of us is so much more than we could ever ask for or expect from anyone. It would be an incredible compromise, and I don't think it would hurt anyone. It's a question of your boundaries though.

I hope the little bit of what I was able to say could help, feel free to privately message me or send another ask with your blog, I'd love to see it.

Thanks for taking the time to try to be more all inclusive!!

#mod phantom

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