#age: ambiguous

[headmate-ideas]

hello! we have a headmate who's having trouble forming from a fragmented state. we need your help filling in the rest of the blanks please and thank you!

sche doesn't have a name yet, sche experiences symptoms of our surreal psychosis as reality, melding with the neon to black & white for zhir form. aesthetically psychedelica (without the substance) & weird/dreamcore, but glowy.

sche identifies with these emojis 😵‍💫🌑🧿🌈 [🌈🌑] with the parentheses being zhir sign-off. sche is a comforter and distractor for certain, and maybe another specific holder role.

zhir age is sliding all over the place, almost without age at some points. sche is non-human at best and ambiguous at unknownable, zhir gender is chaotic non-binary, and think sche is an A-spec Lesbian, xenos are fine to use.

Opting in for symptoms, music taste, & aesthetics. Also any objectum attractions shall be read as 'favourite objects'.

thank you for your services! we'll be waiting ever so patiently!

-The Project System

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✦ Name(s): Erisia, Biv, Novaluna ✦ Pronouns: it/its, they/them, sche/zhir/zhirs/zhirself, x/xs/xself, xe/xem/xyr/xyrs/xemself, ✦ Species: dreamform (the embodiment of a dream) ✦ Age: ageless age-slider ✦ Role(s): symptom holder, comforter, distractor, trauma holder, spiritual headmate (optional) ✦ Symptoms experienced: psychosis, dissociation, stimming, spiritual delusions (optional) ✦ Labels: lesbian, non-binary, grayrose, kenochoric, othellic, obscurian ✦ Xenos: eldritch, chaos, dreams ✦ Interests/likes: mythology, space, mogai ✦ Dislikes: being understimulated ✦ Music taste: trip hop, dream pop, breakcore ✦ Aesthetic(s): dreamcore, weirdcore, psychedelica, acid pixie, surrealism ✦ Objectum attraction(s): jewelry, crystals ✦ Kins: glowsticks, rainbows, the moon ✦ Emoji proxy: 🌈🌑 ✦ Details:

Erisia is a dreamform - that is, their species is the embodiment of a dream, specifically a surreal and chaotic one. Sche usually takes a roughly human-shaped form, but one that goes from being shadowy to being bright and neon, and sometimes it turns into a blur of color. In addition to being a holder for the system's psychosis (experiencing their surreal experience of the world as reality), x also holds any trauma the system have (especially from childhood) and dissociates and stims frequently. However, x generally does not find these perceptions as frightening and finds them comforting sometimes. If other members of the system are afraid of the hallucinations, Erisia helps calm them down. Failing that, sche will seek out distractions for the rest of them. If the system have spiritual practices and/or spiritual-related psychosis, Erisia will engage in these (especially protective rituals) and/or be subject to it as well.

[These can be edited and changed as needed, and headmates will almost definitely not turn out EXACTLY as described.]

[egophiliac]

Since book 7 part 5 (the part where we meet Meleanor/Maleanor 👀) is coming to EN this month, i would love to see your take on lilia’s proposal to meleanor! i mean they were like little kids right? it couldn’t have been that serious…i think the only reason she even brought it up again is because she could tell lilia still genuinely loved her…(even if he didn’t realize it himself?) but, oh well! Let’s think about silly childhood shenanigans to numb the pain! ^_^ (orz)

oh shit?! get ready for a doozy guys, it's comiiiiiing ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

I chickened out of posting the whole thing (look, I get VERY carried away when it comes to these wacky kids and their Tragedy), but I do believe that it probably ended with Lilia getting embarrassed and just shoving the first thing he sees into his mouth to try and cover for it.

(we're just lucky it wasn't a frog this time)

[ookamihanta]

A Heart to Heart Vol 2

Vol 1 | Vol 2

[diejager]

It got deleted again 😂

Thoughts on dark childhood best friend!Johnny! Cw: DARKFIC, DUB-CON/NON-CON, thigh fucking, somnophilia, tell me if I missed any.

He’s always been a bit touchy since you were kids, holding your hand, hugging you, kissing your cheek or even pressing himself against you whenever he could. It had always been innocent as kids, some kind of puppy-love that you were willing to give back, looking for him whenever you were out, eyes cued to look for the familiar blues that you came to love so much. You were neighbours, living right across from him in a quaint house, unbothered by many siblings that his mother kept popping out.

Your mother was sweet, letting him come by whenever he wanted to escape the hectic mess of his house, and you were the sweetest thing he’d ever known. You were so willing to act as his distraction, pulling him away from the chaos and into your safe haven : your room. It quickly became his room as much as it was yours, he spent so many nights sleeping in your room, sharing your bed with him, his arms wrapped around your hip and face nuzzled in your hair.

Once puberty rolled in, his voice deepening and facial hair growing, he started packing more weight and strength, his ego swelling with all the dopey eyes he received from girls his age and older, but they never strayed from you. He only had eyes for you, his best friend. They roved over your aging body, your breast swelling and hips becoming a dangerous temptation to him. He knew you looked at him as nothing but your best friend, the guy you grew up playing with and sharing happy moments, but he couldn’t stop the growing tent in his briefs when he jumped in bed with you at night.

He didn’t feel guilty about getting hard at the sight of you in shorts and an oversized t-shirt, it was natural, a reaction towards the opposite sex being so clearly comfortable with him. He became much more intimate with the placements of his hands, they would slip under your shirt, over the softness of your stomach and under your growing boobs. Despite your protest and sleepy grumble, he’d steal a touch of your pebbled nipples, round and hard before dipping down your waist and placing them a bit too high on your thighs to be considered platonic.

You complained but rarely retaliated because he reasoned with you that a lot of best friends were this touchy, grinding your ass when you were sleeping on your stomach, groping your softness while he panted and groaned, his cock leaking a wet patch on his pants. This was normal, he had rights to you that none other had because Johnny was your childhood best friend.

“One more, Bonnie,” he gasped, gazing at your lips, open and glistening with drool while you slept, unaware that he was rutting against your thigh, “A need one more, please.”

[snapvalentine]

We're sorry, Orion's not home right now. Please leave a message after the tone.

[weepingtalecowboy]

Fanfic prompt: Legend is often shown as a siren or mermaid

And usually he has the ability to charm people with his siren voice

But you know what would be absolutely hilarious if he thought that Wind actually is related to mermaids as well

Because of the command melody (because if people portray the windwaker as a literal conductor of wind's magic it implies that the ability to control people comes from wind himself)

Him being in a Hyrule full of water

Going from

“It takes one to know one”

Logic

Like he sees Wind accidentally charm a trader and then take off with cheap supplies

And asks him if he knows that he is commanding people

Wind main while thinks that legend also has the command melody song

And also really wants to learn to control it (because the knowledge that you can accidentally use mind control is very unsettling )

And agrees happily

They bond over it

And legend tries to teach him how to swim with a tail

But Wind doesn’t have one

But he can hold his breath for a very long while (because he has the windwaker and can just get air out of the water if needed like air is literally everywhere on earth)

So Legend kind of takes him by the hand and dives with him instead

They have fun

And the whole situation is just

Legend: “I have connected the dots!”

Wind:”you haven’t connected shit!”

Legend: “I have connected them”

[princehendir]

Another example of "dragon age fans are weirdly bad at interacting with specifically dragon age" is how some people do act like "is Anders a good person or a bad person" is something that makes sense as a binary question with a clear uncomplicated yes or no answer.

[kukopelli]

Some nosramus explorations and peak romanticism

[sableeira]

I feel like we deserve a “Dazai, Chuuya, age Seventeen” light novel as compensation for everything that happened during Meursault.

[wizardsix]

local guy claims intellectual superiority by declaring people who criticise veilguard just haven't played long enough and don't really know what bad writing is. it must be very peaceful to have such an empty head.

[headmate-ideas]

could we get a ghost headmate who's an anger and grief holder, and also connected to foxes? (we love fennec foxes, if having a specific kind helps, but any fox is fine with us!) here's some emojis, just in case you need them: 🍂🌫️🎃🌵💔

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✦ Name(s): Autumn, Foggy, Mello ✦ Pronouns: they/them, it/its, x/xs/xself ✦ Species: ghost ✦ Age: simultaneously identifies as ageless, the body's age, and 27 (the age at which it died) ✦ Role(s): anger holder, grief holder, cassmate ✦ Labels: agender, aroace, kenochoric ✦ Xenos: ghosts, cats, candles ✦ Interests/likes: plants, folklore, horror ✦ Dislikes: not getting enough sleep ✦ Music taste: shoegaze, dream pop ✦ Aesthetic(s): lovecore, vintage, fairy kei ✦ Kins: fennec foxes, clouds, cacti ✦ Emoji proxy: 🍂🌵 ✦ Details:

Autumn is the ghost of a human who died in an accident on Halloween at the age of 27 and experienced losses in their life analogous to losses the system has experienced in this life. It is a holder for the grief over these losses, as well as a holder for anger, especially but not exclusively over situations in which the system have been treated unfairly. It likes plants, especially cacti, and takes care of them (either out of headspace if allowed, and/or in-space if possible). When it isn't angry or mourning, it is rather emotionless in a way that resembles being calm and that can be helpful to have around when the system is otherwise anxious. It has a fennec fox fursona whose fur is muted pastel colors.

[These can be edited and changed as needed, and headmates will almost definitely not turn out EXACTLY as described.]

[cansofbees]

anyway you know that one MEGA GAY wolverine cover

[vaguely-concerned]

what would I do without you. indeed illario.

lucanis trust me! indeed illario. the ea-nasir vibes on this shitty little rat of a man (somehow still slightly affectionate despite myself)

I am obsessed with WHERE this letter is found and what we're meant to read into those context clues. I don't have a handy save for this mission right now to double check the details, but from memory: It's the room across from what seems implied to be Caterina's room (Lucanis says these are the family quarters, so Illario has kept her locked in her own room all this time probably?? Oh oh house arrest, house arrest for grandmother for ten thousand years style)? We find the scraps of a letter from Zara to Illario, torn to pieces with one fragment still in the empty fireplace so presumably we're meant to assume he burned it, and this old letter from Illario to Lucanis lying neatly on a table. Whose room is this? Because here's a theory one could put together that has some real crazymaking potential for me specifically at least:

Considering that we're helpfully down to only three Dellamortes to account for, it's likely either Lucanis' or Illario's room. If I'm remembering right/let's for a moment assume that Caterina is being confined to her own rooms -- the fact that Lucanis is her favourite and also heir apparent I'd say tips the scales for me that it's likely she'd keep him closest, whenever he's home. Thus opening for the possibility that all this time Illario has been staying in the room of the cousin he murdered but as it turns out not hard enough that he didn't come back again like a haunting, reading his own old letters to him that Lucanis apparently kept all this time (!!! ow !!!), and sparing them from the spiteful fate he gave Zara's 'aww chin up you'll get 'em next time babe' one, right across the hall from where the grandmother he apparently can't bring himself to kill or seriously hurt even with everything else he's done is imprisoned and i n c r e d i b l y pissed off, if she gets out of there while he's sleeping or something he's fucked. Has he been sleeping in Lucanis' bed since kidnapping Caterina????? (did they ever share a bed, when they were children? for comfort if not ever out of real necessity?) is this some kind of incredibly fucked up way to try to be close to them both somehow even when he is the one who messed it all up to begin with? no matter what I have so many questions here what is WRONG with this family???????? (well I don't think we have time to get into all that right now that's a novel not a text post probably fhsdkj)

[digitalmyyth]

Hits them with my human beam

[sinner-for-starker]

"Come on, bambino, be a champ and take daddy's cock." Tony whispers to his son as he pressed his tip against his son's cunt. Peter was slowly reduced into a babbling mess with tears running down his cheeks as he relaxes his cunt around his dad's big cock.

"Too big." Peter hiccups- eyes wide- looking so sinful with moist cherry red lips- flushed pale skin and glassy doe eyes. "D-daddy- it's- you're too big for me!"

"Oh no- is my little kiddo feeling sore with just daddy's tip inside his cunt?" Tony asks in a fake condescending manner, he reaches in between them and began playing with the boy's clit, the boy shrieks- arching his pretty back off of the bed. "You can do it, sweetie pie, you're daddy's good boy right? You want to be daddy's good boy?"

Peter whines and nods promptly, "Y-yes! Yes- Am- Am daddy's good boy." his kiddo says in a more confident tone. Tony could feel his son's walls relaxing around him but fuck- the boy was still so fucking tight around his thick cock.

"That's it- that's it, m' boy, just like that- fuuuuck- fuck you always feel so good around daddy's cock, my love, the light of life." Tony praises Peter as he began moving his hips in a slow gait, his hips snapping with hard fervor as he forces his cock deeper into his son's smaller cunt.

Peter's small moans and movements of his hips to meet Tony's pace was enough of an indication that the boy was enjoying it- with tears running down his cheeks, Tony leans close and licks the boy's cheek before pressing his mouth against Peter's lips, locking his son into a feral saliva-exchange while Tony pounded his cock, hitting every spot that makes Peter squeal into his mouth.

"Da-dad! Daddy! Am gon- gonna cum daddy!" Pete wails into Tony's mouth.

"Go ahead kiddo, come on, cum on your father's cock, make a mess, give it all to your daddy, bambino." Tony growls as he hammered his hips harder and faster into Peter's pink cunt that was now squirting and gushing cum on his cock. With three more deep thrusts, he cums with a low grunt, his hips wavering and stuttering as he buried himself to the hilt, filling his son womb with his potent cum.

"Mmm- daddy- so full." Peter says in a gibberish manner, already cock drunk and hazed with pleasure, eyes half closed as he looked at Tony.

"Of course, baby, gotta have my kiddo full and well-bred right?" Tony whispers, pressing kisses against his son's temple, pulling him closer for a hug while his cock stayed inside his son's cunt.

Peter doesn't answer but Tony chuckled when all he could hear were soft snores from his baby boy.

"Good night, 'bino. I love you so much." Tony says tenderly, tucking his kid in with his arms wrapped protectively around his son.

This is dedicated to my baby boy: @tnpt-depravity, I hope you like it my love. And thanks to starkercest fam for encouraging me to write, you peeps are amazing and I'm glad I met y'all.

[hiveswap]

Such a deeply analytical website that you can trust with serious themes