#btw i Am a system safe space. very pro systems.

[leo-kinnie]

Hi wanted to let you know I’m part of a system so when it isn’t me my asks will usually be tagged with ❄️+another emoji

(❄️🦇 as an example for one of my alters)

You and your account in general feel Safe. So I felt like you should know even if it doesn’t become relevant.

-❄️

oh absolutely!! :3 thank u for letting me know!!

[the4n4juggalo]

redoing this because i accidentally deleted it lol

hiya, my name is anon! with the help of my friend em and another friend on the inside, we expose predators on edblr and report them to our predator masterlist.

to be clear, while we are pro-recov, we donot post ed content we only really post when we find another predator. which you can find from our #whoop whoop tag (cos, thats the sound of the police, and i guess we're the police?)

you can report a predator by going into our inbox or by going into our dms, preferably with screenshots. it means a lot to us to see this community come together to help people and this account wouldn't be what it is without yall so i am eternally grateful to everyone who even interacts because it really boosts the blog to those who need it

outside of that, if you ever have just any questions in general, hit us up in our inbox. it'd be interesting to get to know each other!

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this blog is a safe space for

any variant of ED havers (ednos, b.e.d, ortherexia etc.)

every race

lgbtqia+ people

girlbloggers (love yall)

therians

systems

every valid minority, i suppose

dni list

pedos, coaches, and pedo-sympathisers (obviously)

trump supporters

blank blogs - i'm sorry but it makes you look like a coach and we have to be so so careful

any sort of anti-ed/sh person - this is a safe space

if you want a coach, this place it not for you "what if i like the attention" then block me, seriously

racism, homophobia, transphobia, etc.

rcta, acta, etc. yall are not a valid minority

love you guys!!

- anon and em

p.s. if you are ever dming or just generally interacting it's me (anon!) who'll respond. em doesn't own the account and also doesn't rlly look at the dms cos it'd be kinda weird if you're dming and you dont know who it is your talking to, so im the one who does all that

btw, im deleting all the ignorant comments on here, im not gonna correct yall or block yall, im just gonna delete them bc aint noone got time for that

if you twist my words to turn this post into me being an asshole i will not bend over backwards so you understood what i very clearly said

[carn1epretzelz]

harhar yeah im doing a syscourse guys look away ahhhh !!!

upon the topic of: Endogenics. from: a traumagenic system. huzzah. like this hasnt been done a gajillion times over. also hello moots, yes i am a system; i do not talk about it frequently bc tbh its something i prefer to mention in my circles only or in the sys help discord i help run. (very nice server btw if anyone needs a break from typical discourse-y servers feel free to reach out our server is a safe space and a mental health group !! :3c )

ANYWAYS. syscourse. endos. arg ! i pride myself on being Radically Incluse… with a small exception towards endogenics. But wait! that doesnt make you radinclus at all! and okay, you got me. i do admit, this makes me a hypocrite. theres no ifs and buts about that. if you personally wish to take that title away from me, feel free to do so, because i'd rather you make your experience online more comfortable rather than try to make excuses for me. dont make excuses for me.

my specific gripes with endogenics in particular is the enroachment on specifically traumagenic terms and spaces. in particular, i dont personally believe endo systems "aren't real" or "aren't plural"- i simply don't believe they should be using all of the same resources as trauma based systems, for the exact reason that BOTH experiences are so different that it calls for entirely different ways of management. this is not to say that all resources should be gatekept from endos btw there could very well be things that help both types of system, and there could be things that only help/are meant for an individual. support tools are for everyone; if it helps it helps! its like how able bodied people may like buying pre-sliced and shredded veggies for a salad for the sake of it being quick prep, when originally those are meant for disabled people with little to no arm/upper body strength to chop those veggies for themselves.

in all honesty, i think a System in of itself is ONLY a traumagenic thing. I only think traumagenic people can be "SYSTEMS". i think just about anyone can be PLURAL.

the way DID/OSDD comes about specifically is about how trauma at such a young age causes certain sections and parts of your brain to not function or "merge" the way it's supposed to (very scientific terms, i know). i think, if ur brain is not doing those things with no inclusion of trauma, that theres absolutely still something going on and it deserves it's own time, spaces, research, terms/phrases, and communities. hell, even its own therapy/psych specialists.

endos and traumagenics are so WIDELY different, to me personally, that i think it's incredibly hard to welcome in people that didn't experience some shape or form of trauma that caused their systems… into a space where trauma is the very root cause of other people's systems. if the space is meant for anyone and everyone, absolutely mingle! get along! hang out! share your experiences of ur human brains not functioning properly! otherwise if a space and community is dedicated to traumagenics only; its that way for a reason. traumatized people inherently may just feel uncomfortable and unsafe around people that do not have trauma relating to being a system and thats okay. people are allowed to want those spaces.

tldr: i am not necessarily anti-endo, i am pro-safe space for traumatized systems to mingle with exclusively other traumatized systems without feeling like the non-trauma based systems are enroaching on their community. i am pro-shared plural/system spaces for any and all to hang out in and find other people with the same brain dysfunction as themselves. i am pro endos getting the change to make their own spaces and terms and communities specifically for themselves that may or may not exclude other types of systems, because thats okay too !!! have ur individual spaces, i think thats awesome.

i hope that makes sense sorta??? and its probably obvious my opinions have changed over time and im still in a transitional phase of how i think. ive swung back and forth on this particular opinion multiple times now, ive been fully pro to fully anti in a VERY short amount of time and i've only started properly thinking about it a long while after i've discovered myself as a system; needed time to think about myself first before i thought about others. anyways, i learn things all the time, get new new information. yay ! sorry for the ramble buwomp :(((((

[raysrambles]

hi everybody this is technically my third attempt at making an actually active Tumblr account, let's see how far we get!! third time's the charm amirite

you can call me ray, my pronouns are he/they/xe/aer. I'm a polytherian and otherkin; my therio/kintypes are as follows but are subject to change as I've been questioning a lot recently: black wolf, arctic fox, silver tabby maine coon, crow, dragon, and questioning several others.

I am hyperfixated on wings of fire and warrior cats, but I also like music (mainly punk rock and psychedelic rock), I can sorta play guitar, I love writing and playing video games (favs include skyrim, animal crossing, stardew valley, pokemon, and harvest moon), I'm very interested in all kinds of science but mainly quantum physics and psychology, I am an artist, and im an amateur quadrobist and skater.

I'm the host of a medically recognized system of 6 (calling ourselves the storm system) and am dxed with several disorders that I may or may not post about. fakeclaimers can kiss my ass btw, I am professionally diagnosed with every disorder I claim to have and I don't have the time or the obligation to provide you my medical records.

I hate that we have to say this at all, but we firmly hold that endo/tulpa systems are extremely harmful; this is not the place for them or their supporters. we sympathize with the confusion and stress that comes with first exploring and discovering one's plurality, but the correct way to deal with it is via medical professionals--not by glorifying it, twisting its meaning, and causing harm to people with a severe illness.

I am an agnostic atheist and I practice witchcraft (mainly symbolically). I am absolutely open to people of any religion talking to me/interacting with me, and in fact I love discussing religion and philosophy type stuff, so as long as you're respectful, people of any religion are allowed and welcome here.

this blog is a safe space for lgbtq+ people, alterhumans of all kinds, alternative people, people of all religions, races, and ethnicities, traumagenic systems, neurodivergent people (of ALL kinds), and honestly anyone who's not an asshole lmao.

I don't have a dni list per se because I don't really care who interacts, but I can and will speak up about it if i see ppl who I feel are harmful interacting w me. those groups include: homophobes, transphobes (including terfs), racists, islamophobes (or anybody who discriminates based on religion), misogynists, right-wingers, non-traumagenic systems, proshippers (and all related terms), anti-therians/antikins, radqueers and transids, rcta/ecta/etc ppl, and any form of anti-recovery shit (e.g. pro-sh, pro-ed, etc).

supporters of the aforementioned groups will be considered the same as the actual members of the groups (if you are supporting it or even neutral on it, you are enabling it to happen and essentially saying "this isn't a problem to me, I am okay with this happening", therefore you are part of the problem.)

that's all for now I think. hope to see you around!

[amiechuchu]

do you do requests? :D can i request for a fluffy doctor!reader and loki? i love your mmaatib series btw!

anon!! you're making me BLUSH!!! thank you so much for your support! and sorry if this came out a bit late i was feeling a bit under the weather the past few days. i also apologize for any errors btw! as you can see, i am a very very tired student who just wants her fix of loki too :'). anyways, i hope you enjoy!

Summary: because of y/n’s incessant pestering, loki turns y/n into a cat hoping that it would give him a moment’s peace.

Warnings: none

Catastrophe.

Loki had become accustomed to the smell of disinfectants that linger in the medical wing as his visits became more and more frequent. Although he hated to admit it, he loved the company you were able to provide. Maybe a bit more than the shared solace your safe haven have provided for the both of you. Usually, the low hum of the air-conditioning filled the room’s silence along with the small conversations you and Loki had shared. 

However, today was not one of those usual days. Today, you decided to reverse the roles, where you would be the one getting under Loki’s skin and Loki would be... Loki. Today, you decided that it would be fun to be the most annoying person in the whole Nine Realms. How? By disrupting the peace that graced this room, of course. You started off by imitating the Avengers to which he easily ignored. Then, you began imitating him, speaking of glorious purpose and whatnot, asking him to conjure his prized golden horns for you to use. Though the image that crossed his mind of you wearing his horns was temptingly adorable, his growing annoyance was far greater. Its evidence pointed at his deepening unamused pouty face.

The last straw for Loki was when you thought of imitating a variety of earth’s animals. You chirped, mooed, croaked, barked, and meowed. At that point, despite how much Loki loved hearing your voice, having a moment’s silence sounded so much sweeter to him. So, the God decided to turn you into the last animal you imitated... a cat. With a flick of his wrist, green swirls engulfed your form, and, in just mere seconds, you were transformed into a furry feline. A very cute one nonetheless.

You stood on your hind legs to admire your paws, mesmerized. Loki, on the other hand, looked pleased to see that your awe has taken over your sudden bouts of wanting to annoy him. He could finally read his book in peace, whilst stealing glances at your feline form every now and then to make sure that you don’t get into trouble. 

You took a few steps forward and a few steps back to see how comfortable it was to walk on four legs. It seemed very unnatural to you at first, but you managed. After a few minutes of walking, running, jumping, and exploring the area with your new form, you were confident that you had mastered the basics of feline movement. Without a care in the world, you began to sing Loki a song... in cat... very badly. In which, the lyrics you uttered were literally just meow, meow, meow, and meow on repeat.

“Loki,” you said in attempts to get the God’s attention. To your surprise, a meow still came out. The evident shock in your furry face shown as your irises were  enlarged and your mouth slightly open.

“Cats meow, pet,” Loki snapped at you, eyes still focused on the novel he was reading. “You know, for a mortal who treats people for a living and studies human physiology all their life, you don’t seem very smart. And no, before you even ask, I will not turn you back. ” 

Ignoring his remark, you jumped up to the table where he was situated. This time you kept tapping on his hands. “Hey, listen,” you meowed wanting the God’s undivided attention. “Wait, how can you even understand me?”

Before Loki could answer, the doors to the medical wing were swung open, revealing your boss, the one and only Tony Stark. Great. Immediately, Loki’s face soured upon seeing the man. His face all scrunched up and pouty again. You, on the other hand, pretended to be a good little kitty and lie down on the table, acting all cute and innocent. Tony wouldn’t notice, right? No, he would. But, he wouldn’t care, right? Hopefully.

“Reindeer games, have you seen the, uh, doctor in charge here. They are about this tall, and probably the only person who hangs out here majority of the time?” Tony asked, as he made gestures with his hands trying to picture out your height. He took a few glances at you - the cat - on the table as your tail gracefully wagged to-and-fro. Although a bit confused, he decided not to mind it, thinking that someone - maybe even Loki - adopted the cat and let them in the tower. Not that he really cared at the moment. Currently, the only thing nagging his brain was finding his precious doctor to finish their research agenda. This was the first time you were late and that worried Tony more than he’d like to admit. He wanted to find you before an overprotective uncle Bruce could notice, and, honestly, racing against that time period was too pressuring, even for him.

“I haven’t seen them,” Loki replied, making shooing motions with his hands. A signal that he wanted to be left alone already. The God went back to reading his novel until Tony left to scour the entire building for you, muttering something along the lines of calling Doctor Strange if he couldn't find you at all. He knew that Bruce wouldn’t take it lightly knowing his niece was missing under his watch, so calling out the all-knowing sorcerer became his trump card in case dear old Brucie decided to kick his ass for losing you.

With Tony out of the way, Loki turned his gaze on you.

Actually, on nothing now.

Of course, you had to disappear for real this time.

An exasperated sigh came out of his mouth as he realized you ran away from him. It wasn’t long until the same sense of worry Tony had came over the God. Realizing his current situation, an anxious laugh managed to come out of his mouth. Look at him, Loki Laufeyson, God of Mischief, a literal deity, worried about the doctor who he turned into a cat.

At this point, panicked thoughts began to rival his own logical ones.

What if someone else had picked you up? You were in a form of a feline inside a facility that clearly doesn’t deal with any animals. It wouldn't be a surprise if someone took you. Undoing the magic with this situation in mind wouldn't bring as much trouble, right?

Loki thought of undoing the magic, but another thought popped into his head before making the decision. What if you were hidden in some cramped space just waiting for him to find you? He feared that undoing it while you were in hiding might be detrimental to your own safety. As much as you annoyed him, Loki wouldn’t want to see his favorite little physician hurt in any way. 

Upon weighing all the pros and cons of the situation they were in, Loki decided to look for you the old fashioned way: by himself. Magic would be useless in this situation. Knowing you, any form of telepathic communication Loki made would just be ignored. Though he loved playing all types of games with you, this one only stressed him out. Taking a deep breath, he steadied himself and thought of the different places he would hide if he were you. 

The God observed his surroundings as he decided to look for you inside the medical wing first. With you in feline form, you wouldn't have the strength to push open the doors, so he deduced that you wouldn't have gotten too far. Maybe you were under the beds, hidden in the shadows. Or even at the top of the shelves, away from plain sight. He began pacing through the whitewashed rooms, looking for more clues to narrow down the possible hiding places. Upon reaching halfway through the wing, Loki noted how the afternoon sun shone brightly, through the wide glass windows especially there at the far end of the room. Coincidentally, at the same area, he also spotted a seemingly occupied hospital bed with its curtains pulled all the way. The God took a few more steps as his brain continued to wire all the information together. Finally, it dawned on him. 

That was perfect place for a catnap.

Loki crept towards the bed's entrance, careful not to make any sounds to alarm you. Anxiously, he peered through the curtains, mentally cursing himself for the crinkling sound it made. Gods, how he prayed to find you there waiting for him. Taking a deep breath, he made his way inside the secluded area to find... you basking under the sun in feline form, all curled up and asleep. Thank the Norns.

Your rhythmic purring quietly resonated throughout the area. A smile tugged at the edges of his mouth, relieved to have found you. Although he was jealous of the fact that the entire time you were just fast asleep, while he had to go through such an ordeal. And so, Loki climbed on top of the bed in the most quiet way possible. Although he was slightly unsure of his actions, he did it anyway. No one else was there, no one else would know. So, there he lay beside you, comfortable with a novel in hand.

It was not long until all the adrenaline in his system died down, and Loki too needed a nap of his own. He stifled a yawn, not wanting to disturb your peaceful slumber. As time passed, the God slowly drifted to sleep, and the magic that held your form was undone. Now, there you lay beside him, adorned by the golden afternoon sun. 

Still in deep sleep, you shifted your position, attracted to the warmth the God had brought with him. Realizing the change in position, Loki, as if by reflex, took his arm and put it around the small of your waist in attempts to keep you from falling off the edge, to keep you close. His head nudged yours lightly, and there he stared, captivated, at your sleeping form. There he realized how much he really cared for you despite how much of a handful you can be sometimes. It just felt right for him to have you pressed into his chest, to have his arm around you, to have you right there by his side. 

It just felt right for him to have you. 

“Sleep well, my mischievous little doctor,” the God said as he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead before finally dozing off.

As the two of you blissfully slept, basking under the afternoon sun, somewhere around the tower there was a very angry Tony Stark, looking for the missing doctor. That didn't matter at all to Loki. The only thing that mattered to him then and there was you by his side, safe and sound.

It was enough for him that today didn't end in a catastrophe.

Taglist: @gaycatlord-stuff 

[daubigny-stan]

As a queer person living in a conservative country I don’t quite relate to the experiences of queer people living in Europe and North America. Of course we connect in terms of queer culture, what kind of bisexual person isn’t enamored by Mitski? And it’s nice that I can be out in online spaces where these people congregate such as in fandom discords and our beloved hellsite. But some of their experiences are downright alien to me. Having supportive family and communities, a government that is at worst neutral while resenting you under the surface, just the privilege of being out and safe in public. Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy there are places where gay and trans people are safe, are not actively persecuted. And of course even in the NA and EU homophobia still exists, I’m not going to deny that. But at the very least even if you live in the still religious rural areas you are allowed to hope. You have a fighting chance of moving somewhere you can reach by land. There is a high chance you can escape and seek refuge. It’s.... really hard to stay hopeful in other places. Almost everywhere in Asia, Africa, and to a lesser extent South America, it is still life-threatening to be queer. The government outright criminalizing you, being vilified by people around you, and the constant fear of having the people closest to you reject you the instant you are out. Heck, I feel survivor’s guilt of being a closeted queer woman because effeminate queer men have it way worse! Where are we going to run to? Do we have the means to escape? When we are rejected by our families and communities can we find other stable support systems? We’re brown and not Christian people look at us funny in airports. But once in a while, I do feel hope. When on television Raja and Bebe Zahara performed traditional dances in traditional attire, fully embracing and consolidating their identities as Indonesian/Cameroonian and being gay men doing drag! (Fuck you btw if you took umbrage with her taking off her shoes, get cultured) When in my own city, at a major art gallery there were two full room installations depicting the experience of trans women! When I see a classmate that I don’t interact with too much liking bi flags on twitter. For y’all maybe it’s not much. Or maybe it is. Hope is so scarce that even a tiny bit of it brings me so much joy. For the most part there is little hope. It seems that governments are becoming more and more conservative, taking hundreds of steps back. Ideas such as family-values and the threat of western pro-lgbt run rampant in mainstream media. Am I allowed to hope for more? Am I allowed to feel joy?