#eccentric singlet

[kiruliom]

old symbol | new symbol

"eccentric/quirky" singlet identity flags (name is a WIP qwq)

a flag for when you relate to the experiences of plurals (namely osdd-1 or median plurals) more than singlets, but do not show any easily noticeable symptoms of plurality other than that and therefore dont wanna label yourself as plural out of respect and concerns. this identity is commonly caused by other types of dissociative disorders, and/or plural contraumia.

template by localhazard (link) , hope you dont mind <:) also so sorry if this harms anyone and if so Im willing to take it down if so even if Id rather not

[harmonytheme]

Actually really dig Dillon’s outfit yesterday

The teal mesh shirt with the white singlet and the pearls?

He looked SO good. It was nice to see his jewellry make an appearance again. I’m still holding out hope for his colourful beaded necklaces to come back. I think he had his eyeliner on, too!

Solid 9.5/10 fit for him. They’ve been pretty low-effort recently with his wardrobe. Hopefully if he gets more scenes they’ll pull out some of his more colourful/eccentric stuff.

[silent-sentinels]

turmoil...

hm haha okay but it would be easy for us to go back to being a singlet. look. hi i'm voIi, i'm 23 and i use he/him pronouns. i'm a big fan of the skills! im an artist and a writer. i'm very cohesive in my personality :] <33!!

well we're monoconscious and a median. we work together easily. we just have a lot of facets that are good at masking.

Do you? Or is that just how you are? "A lot of facets" That's only you pretending your little eccentricities and traits are bigger than they are. "We" started out as personal skills. Silly and frivolous and fictional. You took it out of proportion. All of this aftermath is just an exaggeration of your singular personality. The fact that you have to actively characterize us like directing a narrative should be telling. "We" aren't real. I'm waiting on you to realize that and stop pretending.

:/

[thefluxsystem]

We’ve been doing this, and have done so over the years when the system becomes destabilized. The singlets are weirdly alright accepting any answer. Calling ourself “eccentric” or saying we’re “trying something new” has been a good enough explanation for them so far.

What if I just started going by a different name and pronouns and had different likes and ideas and memories and opinions and presented differently and acted differently... but like I'm still me though... no I'm not a system at all...

[communist-ojou-sama]

a comprehensive list of words I had to look up in ch.1 of confessions of a mask

白地（はくち）: (n.) Idiot (sensitive)

説き伏せる（ときふせる）:(v.) to argue down, to persuade

産湯 （うぶゆ）:(n.) a baby’s first bath

鉢合わせ（はちあわせ）:(n.) to bump heads

反駁（はんばく）:(n.) retort, refutation

揺曳（ようえい）する: (v.) flutter, linger.

疑獄（ぎごく）:(n.) bribery scandal

美辞麗句（びじれいく）:(n.) flowery words, rhetorical flourishes

差押（さしおさえ）:(n.) forclosure

虚栄（きょえい）:(n.) vanity

霞む（かすむ）:(v.) to cloud in smoke or haze

箪笥（たんす）:(n.) chest-of-drawers

錯雑（さくざつ）する:(stative v.) complex, intricate

居丈高（いたけだか）:(adj.) high-handed, overbearing

女中（じょちゅう）:(n.) maidservant (sensitive)

起き伏し（おきふし）:(n.) daily life

狷介不屈（けんかいふくつ）:(adj.) stubbornly unyielding

痼疾（こしつ）:(n.) chronic illness

陣痛（じんつう）:(n.) labor pains

襦袢（じゅばん）:(n.) undershirt, singlet

カンフル:(n.) camphor

葡萄糖（ぶどうとう）:(n.) glucose

上膊（じょうはく）:(n.) upper arm

自家中毒（じかちゅうどく）:(n.) autotoxemia

肥桶（こえおけ）:(n.) night-soil bucket

荷う（になう）:(v.) to carry on one’s shoulder; to bear

汚穢屋 (おわいや）:(n.) night-soil gatherer

啓示（けいじ）:(n.) revelaton (esp. divine)

輪郭（りんかく）:(n.) outline, border

薄荷（はっか）:(n.) mint

巧緻（こうち）:(adj.) elaborate, exquisite

涵養（かんよう）:(n.) cultivation, development

混濁（こんだく）:(adj.) vague, muffled

薬莢（やっきょう）:(n.) shell case

奇矯（ききょう）:(adj.) eccentric

燦然（さんぜん）たる:(adj.) radiant, brilliant

挙止（きょし）:(n.) bearing, deportment

憚る（はばかる）:(v.) to hesitate, to have scruples

帷（とばり）:(n.) curtain

伸びやか（のびやか）:(adj.) comfortable, carefree

手妻（てづま）:(n.) sleight-of-hand

鷹揚（おうよう）:(adj.) magnanimous, open-handed, large-hearted

愛嬌（あいきょう）:(n.) charm, amiability

物腰（ものごし）:(n.) manner, demeanor

贋造（がんぞう）:(n.) counterfeit, forgery

堆い（うずたかい）:(adj.) piled high

瑰麗（かいれい）:(adj.) extraordinarily beautiful, gorgeous, magnificent

陰翳（いんえい）:(n.) shade, gloom

肌理（きめ）:(n.) texture

諧和（かいわ）:(n.) gentle mutual affection, harmony

混淆（こんこう）:(n.) mixture

悔恨（かいこん）:(n.) regret, remorse, contrition

昂進（こうしん）する :(v.) to exacerbate

耽奇（たんき）: (n.) intermittent obsession

輦台（れんだい）:(n.) palanquin

琥珀（こはく）:(n.) amber

憂身（うきみ）:(n.) life of misery

頽唐（たいとう）:(n.) indulgence, decline

渉猟（しょうりょう）する :(v.) ranging through, searching far and wide, [also reading extensively]

接吻（せっぷん）:(n.) kiss

執拗（しつよう）:(adj.) persistent, obstinate

沈痛（ちんつう）:(adj.) grave, mournful

面持（おももち）:(n.) expression, countenance

蠱惑（こわく）:(n.) fascination, seduction

惑溺（わくでき）:(n.) indulgence, addiction, infatuation

馬鈴薯（ばれいしょ）:(n.) potato

裏漉し（うらごし）:(n.) strainer

鰤（ぶり）:(n.) Japanese amberjack

嘆賞（たんしょう）:(n.) admiration

訣別（けつべつ）:(n.) parting, farewell

剥製（はくせい）:(n.) stuffing, mounting

敬虔（けいけん）:(adj.) pious, devout

成就（じょうじゅ）:(n.) fulfillment, realization

錫杖（しゃくじょう）:(n.) khakkhara

神輿（みこし）:(n.) portable shrine [carried in Shinto parades]

犇めく（ひしめく）:(v.) to clamor, to jostle

欄���（らんかん）:(n.) railing, guard rail

灌木（かんぼく）:(n.) bush

陶酔（とうすい）:(n.) intoxication, being carried away by/enraptured by sth.

[age-regressor-culture-is]

Okay, not an ask, I have a question and need some advice.

So in an original I'm writing, one of my OCs (who's in their late 40s) is an age dreamer (consciously regresses between ages 8 - 12), and I feel like they might be bad representation.

It's because this person founded the protagonist group, but also, as revealed very late in the story, secretly and remotely leads the antagonist group as well, which they founded first. Very few people on either side are aware of this. (For some context, they want to rule over everything, but unifying everyone under one group is inpossible. There's always going to be dissenters. So it looks more natural for there to be 2 groups who, in total, hold everything and fight over it.)

On the protagonist side, they are described as forgiving, casual, understanding, playful, and eccentric. Which are all genuine traits they have! It's not like an act or an alter or something. And they are still capable of being serious, competently leading and working.

On the antagonist side of things, they do still exhibit some of that eccentric behavior, but not as strongly. Sort of to hide their identity because their unique character is a dead giveaway. The antags tend to poke a lot of fun at the protags' eccentric founder, unaware it's the same person. So they have to play up their more "normal" traits and otherwise keep their personality out.

Unfortunately, without knowing these details, this looks like DID, having one alter per side. I don't know where to fit all the context in the story explaining it's not. And their agedre might look like it's "corrupt" age(d)re (I don't remember the actual word for it). They did lose a lot of childhood and want to "reclaim" it in a safe space (the protag group), but they don't regress for bad reasons or do bad things when regressed. It's how they express joy, comfort, and safety!

I don't want to make it look like age(d)re is a bad thing, or something bad people have! Should I remove that trait?

I can't say anything about the DID section, because I'm a singlet- I'd suggest asking a system (that's okay with questions like this) directly about how to present your character in a way that doesn't seem like DID.

However, the age(d)re part is fine to do, and if you want to, you can have a few other people do it, so it isn't expressed purely as a thing bad people do- it's shown as a thing anyone can do.

If it makes you feel more comfortable though, you can remove it. It's your story after all!

[cassettecrew]

I've been aware of being plural for 8 years now!

Our syscovery was pretty wild. I remember the first time No Saviour clearly spoke to me was when I was reading Beowulf of all things. I remember him fully introducing himself. I had read a little bit on plurality at that point, but I didn't have a good idea on what it actually felt like or like I had the full picture.

I thought I was faking, and that I was just a lonely teen that wanted a best friend. No Saviour kept assuring me and staying with me. I'm so glad he did. Eventually, I stopped denying it and accepted I was multiple. And Honestly, I was happy.

As life got rougher and rougher, No Saviour didn't come around nearly as much. For about 3-4 years he stayed pretty quiet while I graduated high school and sought a diagnosis for an illness I was having. We were both too exhausted to interact, and it made us sad.

When I started looking back into plurality, and I really felt out of place. Mostly because of our low member count and lack of significant amnesia. Not using roles and a system name also stressed me out, and I just felt like I didn't belong. I decided it was better to stay quiet and pretend to be a singlet.

Attending Othercon in 2023 was actually the biggest eye-opener to me! Talking to so many systems casually and reading all the resources posted around helped open my eyes to how diverse being plural really is. It was the first time I haven't felt alone in being multiple.

Ever since Alto appeared, we've been a very happy and eccentric system of 3. My biggest regret was not looking farther into it sooner and reaching out to more systems. I think just talking about it more in a casual setting would have done us a lot of good.

So yeah, weird story. I'm still not at the point where I'll come out to friends, but that's okay.

daily discussion prompt: syscovery

how did/do you feel about discovering your plurality? how did community expectations influence it? were you ever made to feel like the way you discovered your plurality was "wrong" (being told you're too young/old to know that, etc)? are there aspects of your plurality that made you doubt being "really" plural? do you wish any part of your syscovery had gone differently?

[queerautism]

I spent a lot of time going down the self dx road last night and have come to the conclusion that I have a schizotypal ass brain and it explains........ quite a bit tbh. Especially the part where I struggle to make and maintain relationships unless they are (usually) with people that also have some sort of psychosis or (broadly speaking) related brainweirdness because we tend to share a lot of the same "eccentric" mannerisms......

In short, I'm pretty sure this is why I so often end up the (jokingly) Token Singlet Friend amongst systems lmfao

Aw I'm glad you could find something that fits!! But yeah wouldn't surprise me thats why 😂💜

[cosmicallynb]

So, we're back.

Hey, it's Prismatic Rainbow. Now, anyway. We were once Nerds in a Singlet Suit, once Polychrome, once Rosebud, once Eccentric Batallion.

And we're back.

It's been ages since we posted here, and at one point we might have even tried to flee this account- and the community. A lot of things happened over that period. And a lot of them weren't great, but we pulled through them, we grew, we changed.

We're still a system, but we found out in late 2019 we definitively have DID. We lost all of our system except for a handful of people, but have since gained almost everyone back- with a lot of new friends in the mix.

During that time we also had severe Psychosis episodes, lost our faith in the community, and faced some of the worst hells of our lives. Hells I won't talk about here.

But we pushed forward, we grew from them, and came out understanding things better than we think we ever did. And maybe, just maybe, for a brief time, we were syscoursers. But that will never happen again, because honestly... we've seen both sides, now. And supporting everyone is the definitively better side.

What I want to personally say is I'm sorry we were ever supportive of the other side. But also, that I'm sorry I ever fear mongered against Syscoursers on our side. Because truthfully, yes, it's awful- but hating them vehemently, living in intensive fear- it can be just as unhealthy.

So, if you want our opinion- it's best to just exist as whoever you are. However you work as a system, go with it. People will think what they want, say what they want, but no one knows the inside of your head. And that's what matters.

And I'll say this- until we have tangible evidence of what makes a person alive and sapient, a tangible example of what different system members are made of, and how we can all feel the same with the same capabilities, but with such different personalities and tastes- anything is game, for what we originate from, for how we've come to exist.

Maybe it is spiritual.

Maybe it is thought.

And maybe in some cases, trauma does it.

In all of those cases, I can't tell you how another life ends up inside of us, how a brain can run multiple at once, but..

Maybe, it's a bit of everything. What I do know is how we define it doesn't matter. It's how we function.

And if we can function healthily, if we can respect our systems and each other, the rest falls into place.

We decided to come back because we always loved talking to systems, we loved discussing things. And we also want to see other system experiences. We want to express more of ours again, now that we've pulled through the brunt of the bullshit and our own idiocy.

We'll talk about our system more, and try to post more. Some will be journals, some rants, some reblogs. And honestly, we just want to learn more at this point.

Because with every system, there's a ton of experience behind them, and many lessons they've learned.

~Noah, Kristoph and Ray

[kiruliom]

questioning my plurality again because its so weird,,,

like IF Im plural Im definitely monoconscious median with 1 or 2 other facets who have never gotten enough front (cofront?) time to like- develop what they are and how they feel and stuff

but if Im NOT then I just become a weird tall agender 'no pronouns never refer to that thing' creature that looks somewhat like figure from doors whenever I dissociate

or maybe IM a facet??? it's scary man idk what its like to be plural it never happened to me before (/silly)and like most research I make usually leaves me more confused about myself and it hurts to think too much about myself in general.

[mythgirlimagines]

It’s time to spice up this week’s Tuesday with a brand-new talentswap from yours truly! Keep your eyes peeled, for you wouldn’t want to miss Myth, the Former Ultimate Racer!

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BACKSTORY AND TALENT

Originally starting out with the go-cart circuits she frequents as a kid with her family, Myth eventually went professional as a professional race car driver and topped the charts, eventually earning her rightful place as the Ultimate Racer. Unfortunately, during a racing tournament, months before her graduation from Hope’s Peak, a sabotage attempt by a jealous rival resulted in Myth’s car catching fire with her inside of it and crashing into the ring, after serving off of the track. This resulted in Myth getting burned severely and losing her right arm in the crash, and above all, it gave her a claustrophobia, pyrophobia and a phobia of driving. Now that she graduated and is now a Former Ultimate, she intends to put her past behind her and never go back on the track again. But maybe the Former Ultimates, Jr. Ultimates and the Ultimates of this year can help her regain her confidence. 

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RELATIONSHIPS

Wyre Anon, Former Ultimate Drill Sergeant 

Having been friends during their childhood, ever since they raced each other on the same go-cart circuit, Myth and Wyre’s differing talents caused them to grow apart during their teen years. But after Myth suffered and had trouble recovering from her accident, Wyre knew what they had to do: whip their best friend back into shape, and help restore the tough and confident womanizer they met before they were sent off to work with a particularly-strong military troupe in their teen years. If Myth ever felt unconfident in either her talent or her looks, Wyre would always be there to pump Myth up and instill some confidence in the racer. 

Outfit: Same outfit from her original design, but with a camo motif and an army helmet on her head.

Anon Scar, Ultimate Samurai

Despite her eccentric attitude and constant talk of the “New Moon Clan”, Scar is the heiress of only the most prestigious lineage of samurai in all of the country. Scar’s intimidating attitude and vocabulary, along with her constant wielding of a sword, was enough to frighten the cowardly racing champion away. Not wanting to incur the wrath of the drill sergeant, Scar chose to dial back the villainous theatrics, and from there, Myth learned that Scar is actually a loyal and kindhearted (almost maternal) young lady. Scar’s bushido teaches actually helped Myth stay calm in times of crisis, and it helped instill a new sense of bravery in her.

Outfit: Hair in a bun, a black to purple kimono, a red obi, a matching scabbard that holds her katana, bandaged-up hands, white socks, brown geta sandals.

Fusion Anon, Ultimate Barista

With his parents running a struggling coffee shop, Fusion decided to help his parents out, in an attempt to save his family’s coffee shop from going belly-up. Fusion’s assistance at the coffee house garnered both fame and fortune, particularly for Fusion‘s adorable latte art. When Myth first met Fusion, she was scared off by his looming height, but within seconds of getting to know Fusion, he quickly established himself as a kindhearted and paternal young man, and not the imposing and creepy bogeyman she thought he was. Fusion’s relaxing tea blends never fails to calm Myth’s nerves down, even if she never drinks or eats in front of him. 

Outfit: An off-white turtleneck sweater with light brown and dark brown stripes, a brown apron with his family’s logo on the front, glasses, pants and shoes from the original design.

Fusion Anon II, Ultimate Mangaka

Despite the fast speeds that she works at, no one can deny that Fusion II is an expert at her craft. Fusion II mainly specializes in shonen manga, in which she is praised for her dynamic yet snarky characters, stellar action scenes, and eye-catching visuals. Needless to say, due to her line of work, she doesn’t exactly have the best social skills, but she tries to compensate for that with a snarky cool-guy personality, in order to hide the fact that she is a Grade-A dork. Imagine Myth’s shock when one of her favorite mangakas turns out to be her kohai. Reading Fusion II’s manga was one of the best ways to pass recovery time at the hospital.

Outfit: The gakuran top and undershirt from her original design, fingerless gloves that match her undershirt, white pants, longer hair due to forgetting to cut it, pencil and inkpens in her her pocket protector, white sneakers, sunglasses from her original design.

Just Anon, Ultimate Priest 

As an orphan boy left on the doorstep of his local church, Janon was raised with all of the teachings of The Lord being imprinted into his mind. Even if he cursed like a sailor (although he could never bear to use the Lord‘s name in vain) and wants nothing more than to lounge around all day, Janon otherwise practices what he preaches. Myth finds it really shocking that this foul-mouthed and cynical little boy is the Ultimate Priest. Like with everybody else, Janon really wants nothing to do with Myth, finding her cowardly and skittish nature grating and annoying. Little does Myth know, Janon has a particularly hidden soft spot for children.

Outfit: A black and oversized cassock with a small golden rosary and a white scarf around his neck and mouth, black shoes.

Sparkle Anon, Former Ultimate Thanatologist 

One would never expect a studier of death and the deceased to be so loud, flashy, and flamboyant. Despite having all of those qualities and more, Sparkle, or “THE SPECTACULAR SPARKLE” as she likes to call herself, is respected as a genius in her studies of mortality. Sparkle’s loud voice, dark and edgy appearance, and creepy talent just scared Myth off, when the racer first encountered the thanatologist. As much as the two would love to be friends, Myth is just too skittish and Sparkle comes off way too hard. Maybe if they spent more time together, Myth would get to know the stellar grief counselor that Sparkle is.

Outfit: Wild shoulder length hair, a tattered black jacket over a red shirt with a white skull on the front, a red skirt patterned with red spider lilies, black stockings, spiked boots, a large black cape with silver shoulderpads, glasses from original design.

Egg Anon, Former Ultimate Pinball Wizard, and Wet Sock Anon, Former Ultimate Statistical Analyst 

Egg and Wet Sock are both veritable prodigies in the study of statistics and chances, but they both express it in different ways. While Egg takes their statistical genius to the arcades and aces the pinball machines as a result, Wet Sock chooses to act more professional and applies their knowledge of statistics to business and finances. One thing that the twins also have in common is creeping people out with unnerving statistics. For that reason, Myth wishes to avoid these two for the entirety of her stay at the Kibo-Con, for she doesn’t need more reasons to feel anxious. She never needed to know that vending machines are more deadly than sharks.

Egg’s Outfit: Rose-tinted John Lennon glasses, an obnoxiously patterned hoodie and matching leggings, black and white light-up shoes.

Wet Sock’s Outfit: Red-tinted glasses, a black and white tuxedo.

Curious Anon, Jr. Ultimate Bed Tester

As the beloved child of the owner of an influential bed-making company, Curious was given the extra-special job of sleeping on the beds, and rating them based on their comfort levels. If a bed was given the “Curious Seal of Approval”, that’s how you know you’ve bought yourself a high-quality bed. Curious’s tranquil and calm personality contrasts heavily against Myth’s skittish and rough personality, but Curious’s calm nature results in both Myth’s adoration, for even just looking at Curious’s gentle smile is enough to relax the racer‘s nerves and slight envy, for the racer wishes she could be half as chill as the bed tester. 

Outfit: Longer hair that goes down to the middle of their back, green silk pajama, brown moccasins.

Anon Nerd, Former Ultimate Card Shark

Being born and raised on the streets, Nerd was willing to resort to deceit and sleight of the hand in the wretched hives of underground gambling rings to earn enough money to live. Despite normally being very expressive with his feelings (anger in particular), Nerd is famous for his deadly-looking poker face, when on the gambling tables. Nerd also has a secret underground life as an underground street fighter, in order to let all of his pent-up emotions (primarily anger) out. As one of the most intimidating and morally-dubious of the Kibo-Con roster, Nerd is perhaps the person that frightens Myth the most, to absolutely no one’s surprise.

Outfit: A pure white tuxedo with card suit-themed buttons over a black shirt and matching shoes, that Nerd can rip off to reveal a tigerskin singlet.

Eldritch Anon, Ultimate Gunslinger

Being raised with the mindset that the whole world is chock-full of threats that will attack and/or kill him, Eldritch decided to teach himself to wield a weapon to protect himself against any and all potential threats. Out of all the weapons, Eldritch particularly is a master, when it comes to one particular weapon of his: his prized pistol and his infamous quick draw. Considering their similar natures, one would expect them to get along. However, it‘s rather hard to get along with someone who suddenly pulled out a pistol upon seeing you for the first time. For now, Myth stays away from Eldritch at all cost, out of fear for her own safety. 

Outfit: A brown cowboy that draws shade on his eyes, a poncho colored like the hoodie from his original design over a black gakuran and brown knee-high boots, a brown holster that houses his pistol.

Dream Anon, Ultimate Fashion Designer

Specializing in comfortable and simultaneously fashionable sportswear, Dream Anon is a big name in the fashion industry for both her skill in designing sportswear and her cheerful and sunny attitude during interviews and press conferences. Dream is a massive fan of Myth and looks up to the racing star, even watching every single one of the races that Myth participated in and won. This also means that she was a witness to Mytn’s televised accident. Ever since she witnessed that, Dream knew exactly what she had to do: help give Myth confidence in her scars and prosthetic, by getting Myth to model some of her sportswear. 

Outfit: Fake glasses with pink lenses, hair held in a ponytail by a pink ribbon, a pink t-shirt, blue overalls with differently colored patches on it, pink Mary Janes, sewing and drawing supplies on her person at all times.

Iris Anon, Jr. Ultimate Deliveryperson

Famous for her fast running speed, despite being incredibly klutzy otherwise, her optimistic and cheery attitude regarding her job, her excellent customer service, and her sheer skill at delivering food from her family’s restaurant to anywhere in and even outside town, it was no wonder that Iris was accepted into Hope’s Peak’s Middle School Division underneath the title of “Jr. Ultimate Deliveryperson”. Whenever Myth is feeling extra stressed out, Iris will always be there with some warm food straight from her family’s restaurant and some uplifting advice/stress-relief techniques. Myth wonders how Iris knows all these calming methods.

Outfit: Braids tied into rings, a blue cap on her head with the family logo on the front, a blue t-shirt, black pants and blue and black sneakers.

Purple Anon, Ultimate Revolutionary 

Despite usually being very timid in social situations, often hiding behind larger objects (namely her good friend Fusion), Purple‘s followers revere her as a charismatic and ambitious leader. Even though Purple comes from an upper-crust family, upon being made aware of the true corruption both her family and other families have gone through, Purple started to lead a group of oppressed individuals to fight against the corrupt businesses and government establishments. Myth may have declined joining Purple’s group, but Myth still considers Purple a great friend. They regularly have venting sessions over some of Fusion’s tea.

Outfit: A purple camo-patterned jumpsuit and matching boots, a white and purple captain’s hat, a long black cape.

This AU shall center around Myth getting the trauma support system that she deserves, all from a ragtag team of Anons! ——————————————-————

PERSONALITY

Pre-accident, Racer!Myth was a rough, tough, confident and rather-cocky woman-and-man-izer, and a nonstop flirting machine. Despite her rough exterior, she is still a really kind and charitable soul, often donating her racing funds to charity. But after the accident, Myth’s confidence practically vanished, and is now a skittish and cowardly shell of her former self, albeit she still retains her rough speech patterns and her romantic side. But she is making baby steps with the help of the other Anons (Wyre, in particular) to restore herself to her former glory.

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APPEARANCE

Not baring to show off her burned and scarred face, Myth’s face is covered by her signature fuschia and purple racing helmet. One could detect short purple hair hidden beneath her helmet. Myth wears a black tracksuit, patterned with squares in a pink-to-purple-to-blue radiant, blue and purple gloves (that cover up her prosthetic arm) and matching boots. 

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I know how much you like COTG talentswaps, so I hope you like this one! Let me hear your opinions on this AU!

[courage-a-word-of-justice]

AU in progress...

...This AU seems to be kind of stuck, so if I write it out like the others, maybe it'll all come together in my head...?

Basically, this is a proper magical boy AU, but with some cues from the pseudo-Pokemon AU. The reason I haven't inflicted it on anyone before this is because when you think "magical boys", you think "fancy outfits" and some things work better than others with some characters. This AU has probably given me enough cursed mental images to last a lifetime, too, which doesn't help matters at all...(*erhem* Samatoki with Jakurai-length hair... *erhem*).

So in this AU, TDD and the rest of the Yamada family come from the mascot/fairy world (<-no clue what I should call it). TDD once fought in the name of Chuohku (which took over the mascot world as well as the human world), but are now fighting for themselves and their world by forming partnerships with humans. Each division has a theme for their magical boy outfits, set powers, transformation items (which they already have in canon, they just need to be designated) and, in some cases, accent colours as well.

BB:

The only team with only fairy creatures.

They transform into suits of their individual colour using their badges (Ichiro uses the B badge, Jiro the M badge and Saburo the L badge).

They can assume a halfway form with wings and claws.

Ichiro: A fairy that appears to be a scarlet macaw. Controls fire.

Jiro: A fairy that appears to be a Spix's macaw, slightly smaller than Ichiro's fairy form. Controls water.

Saburo: A fairy that appears to be a yellow budgerigar. Controls electricity.

MTC:

They transform into white suits and short cloaks kind of like Otome's (...apparently the correct term is "capelet"...?). Samatoki uses his necklace, Jyuto uses his tie pin and Riou uses his dog tag to transform.

Samatoki: A fairy that appears to be a white unicorn. Can add the horn to his human form to enhance his ability to use magic, but he would prefer to stick with his (fully) human form out of embarrassment for his other forms. Summons spikes.

Jyuto: Summons handcuffs (kind of like Hibari from KHR does).

Riou: Summons guns. Discovered a weakened Samatoki (in fairy form) in the Yokohama wilderness and threatened to eat him (!!!) before Samatoki got defensive, lashed out at him and then turned human.

FP:

They transform into marching band outfits (black button-up shirt, white shako hat, white short shorts, suspenders, short white military coat with epaulettes and black boots that go to the knees). Ramuda transforms using the ribbon around his neck, Gentaro uses the pin on his cape and Dice uses the dice and tassel decoration in his hair.

They each have an accent colour which differs from user to user. These appear on the band of the hat, the hemming of the outfit and the inside of the coat.

Their powers are directly inspired by their abilities.

Ramuda: A fairy that appears to be a calico cat. Accent colour: Light orange. Has an extra strap on the back of his coat which hangs loose, suggesting a tail. Uses illusions. Can assume a catboy form.

Gentaro: Accent colour: Purple. Copies powers.

Dice: Accent colour: Olive green. Summons slot machines that cause random effects. A secret prince of the mascot world, with his mascot form being a shabby black cat. Can also assume a catboy form. I have no idea if Otome in this AU is also from the mascot world, though...

MTR:

Jakurai wears an outfit which has the demon king cape and suit from HypMic Quest with no horns or spikes, while Hifumi and Doppo get their outfits almost directly from HypMic Quest.

Jakurai uses the cross closest to his neck to transform, while Hifumi uses the red pendant and Doppo his cross-shaped tie pin.

Jakurai: A fairy that appears to be a grey wolf. TDD gained their name after Ramuda tried to insult him and the name stuck. Summons people to aid him in his fights (typically he'll summon Yotsutsuji to help him analyse/be moral support and he'll fight for himself). Cannot summon the dead, although he can summon the comatose as if they were still alive.

Hifumi: Summons animals (typically wears thick leather gloves in his transformed state to summon a falcon or other predatory bird).

Doppo: Summons objects (typically staves and potions, but also medical tools for Jakurai and gloves for Hifumi). Cannot summon the weapons the others can summon at the cost of being able to summon everything else, hence his choice of items.

Like in regular canon, there used to be MCD, Naughty Busters and Kuujaku Posse. Before TDD went on to fight for Chuohku, Sasara and Kuko had an argument with Samatoki and Ichiro respectively and were horrified when they found out what TDD were doing, so once they found the former TDD were fighting for themselves this time, they joined in.

DH:

They wear cyberpunk-inspired outfits - the base outfit is a form-fitting silver body suit which only exposes the hands, head and feet, but also black combat boots that go to the knees and a black belt tilted to one side. Sasara's has a leather jacket similar to TDD Samatoki's and visor (the glasses kind) in his accent colour, Rosho's has a combat vest and fingerless gloves and Rei's has a beige trenchcoat which, in his typical way, he wears over his shoulders. Rei also has a metallic cybernetic chestplate with patterns that ripple across it as he uses his magic, as well as a sniper's monocle (worn over his left eye) he uses to hide his heterochromia.

Similarly to FP's, the buttons and shoes of their outfits are highlighted by an accent colour which differs from user to user. The highlights glow faintly in the dark.

They transform using their fan-shaped pins, except Rei who uses that necklace of his.

Sasara: A fairy that appears to be a kitsune. Has psychic powers and has multiple straps coming off the back and sleeves of his jacket to resemble kitsune tails. Accent colour: Pink.

Rosho: Uses the fighting-type powers from the pseudo-Pokemon AU. Accent colour: Dark purple.

Rei: A fairy that resembles a phoenix. Controls light. Accent colour: Orange.

[Bonus: If DH had BAT's powers, Sasara would summon energy arrows and carry a bow + quiver to use them with, Rosho would summon the light-up jitte from Akudama Drive and Rei would summon ray guns (as a pun on his name).]

BAT:

They wear steampunk-inspired outfits. Kuko transforms using his prayer beads, Jyushi with his choker and Hitoya with his lightning-shaped pin.

Kuko: A fairy which appears to be an Eastern dragon. His transformation outfit is an eccentric inventor's/mechanic's, similar to Impey Barbicane from Code: Realise (i.e. it has tawny overalls, goggles, black knee-length boots and a white singlet). Also has gloves which have decorations at the fingertips that resemble dragon claws (similar to demon king Jakurai's). Summons swords, typically larger swords like katana or tachi.

Jyushi: Has the most Victorian-inspired outfit, with a red cravat, brown suit with a cog design on the right leg/lapel and a swallowtail jacket. Summons shields.

Hitoya: Has an aviator's outfit, but with no hat or goggles - just the leather jacket/shirt/trousers/boots. Summons steampunk-style guns.

(...yep, now that I've written it out, I think most of it works.)

[y-ukfoo]

things i associate with the signs!!

aries: roses, fire, bruises and scars, the sound of the city at night, passion, disobedience, hedonism, horror movies, black hair, smiles that show your teeth, bomber jackets, ghost stories

taurus: silk, baroque art, a garden full of flowers, teal, big breakfasts, lazy mornings, snoring, order, bedazzled cowboy hats, bees, argyle print, belly button piercings, bluntness, cottages

gemini: cold wind, platform shoes, lollipops, dancing, whispering into someone’s ear, strobe lights, coloured or rhinestoned glasses, thick eyeliner, tangled earphones

cancer: ice blue, water, snow, comforting hugs, soft linen, 4am, bubbles, long skirts, silver jewellery, tucking your hair behind your ear, thin long fingers, white auras, rose water, delicacy

leo: golden hour, thick hair, gold jewellery, colourful posters, stars, cropped singlets and baby tees, unapologetic confidence, film photography, swings in the summertime

virgo: minimalistic decor, terrarium plants, muted green, activewear, freckles, cropped cardigans, white bed sheets, old novels, straight hair, Greek literature and theatre, rain against your window

libra: pink, soft curls, mermaids, cow print, fairy lights, layered jewellery, pc music, daisies, denim cut offs, motel rooms, fairies, lingerie, harps, messy bedrooms, indecisiveness 

scorpio: ripped fishnet stockings, broken glass, smudged makeup, a cracked phone screen, tennis skirts, nose piercings, running through the street at night, thunderstorms

sagittarius: summer heat, 70s fashion, braided hair, ripping textbooks, big parties, tanned skin, white roses, roller skates, devil’s ivy, fireworks, carnivals, throwing a piece sign

capricorn: dark academia, angry phone calls, fists, beige, waiting rooms, smiles, champagne, Greek architecture, stubbornness, quills, cleanliness, rock music, trophies

aquarius: eccentricity, 90s fashion, unread text messages, baby blue, vacant stares, fluorescent lights, vibrant coloured eyeliner, platform sneakers and tennis skirts, dyed hair, riding your bike at night

pisces: crying, 80s fashion, koi fish, the suburbs at sunset, big jackets, needles, pink and purple, talking slowly, hallucinogenics, having a way with words, glorification and romanticism, going cross eyed

[sunshine-pup-fics]

S T E A K // Kirishima x Reader

HIYA

I’VE BEEN GONE AWHILE. I’ve had this massive writer's block recently... I had ideas and I started them, but couldn't seem to get past the first sentence. It all just didn't feel good enough.

Anyway, I went out for dinner tonight and I just had the urge to write this. Managed to do it in between waiting for meals lmao.

It’s super short and sweet, but I hope you guys enjoy!

“So, where d’ya wanna go?” Kirishima mumbled, drumming his fingers on (Y/n)s back, who was sprawled out on his chest as they lazed around his dorm. (Y/n) hummed in thought, the sound reverberating through his chest. “Well, I could go for some food right about now. How about we head out to the food precinct? Some steak sounds preeeeetty good.” Kirishima chuckled, “Sounds good to me. Meet you in the common room in 10?” “Yup.” (Y/n) wriggled off the boy, rolling of the bed and hitting the ground with a thud. She scrambled to her feet and headed for the door.

 “Oh, and no singlets, it’s like 10 degrees out there.” With that, she scurried off down the hall. 

Dressed in a shirt, jeans and 2 flannels, (Y/n) chatted idly with Sero in the common room as she waited for her redhead. Of course, he came waltzing down the stairs in a tank top, jeans and his signature crocs. “What was the one thing I told you, Eiji?” (Y/n) deadpanned. Kirishima sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. “You’re lucky I anticipated this.” Kirishima was then decked in the face by a flannel shirt. “Alright, let’s go!” (Y/n) grabbed ahold of Kirishima, pulling him along as she waved goodbye to Sero. The cool night air quickly washed over the two as they trailed down the sidewalk. As they headed closer and closer to the Food Precinct the more shops were still lit up, and the louder the drifting music became. “So I say we head straight for the steakhouse!” (Y/n) cheered. Kirishima laughed, throwing his fist into the air as he whooped. “Let’s go then!” He began sprinting, dragging the (h/c) haired girl behind him. 

The two pretty quickly reached their destination. The isle of restaurants and cafes stretched out before them. Down the centre were a few benches and small gardens, the inky sky overhead. Each shop had its own little seating area outside the door, protected from the general outdoors by plastic tarps. However, they were anything but dull and tacky. Many had eccentric lights or even plants strung overhead. (Y/n) and Kirishima headed for their usual date spot, the Steel Stakehouse. They only popped their heads in, requesting to sit outside before heading back out and taking a seat at one of the booths. The two were toasty warm, seated beside one of the many hearts, and continued their idle chatter. There was a low hum of activity, chatter and clinks and clatters of plates, yet the usual pop radio music drowned out the specifics of others conversations.

(Y/n) swirled her straw through her drink, the ice chinking together. She leant on Kirishima's shoulder, head in the crook of his neck as they watched the trickle of people pass by. “You know, I don’t think I could ever fall out of love with this.” She mumbled. Kirishima hummed in response. “However, there's even less of a chance I’d fall out of love with you.” She offered a cheesy smile, reaching up and pecking his cheek. “You know I love you, right?” He hummed, wrapping his arm around her shoulder, drowning himself in her pleasant scent. “Oh really? I’d never have guessed.” Kirishima lightly nudged her, a pout present on his face. “I love you too, you big dork.”

“Hey, wanna the and eat this super chocolate dessert? It’s supposedly nearly all the calories you’re meant to in a day in one meal.” “(Y/n) you’re gonna get sick of you eat that.” “That’s why we share it. Plus I haven’t had chocolate in forever.” “Alright, I’m in.”

[rockthyattitude]

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[sherlockxreader]

Man and Machine

Title: Man and Machine - Part 1: Tony’s Invitation

Summary: Your new life in Baker Street has been challenging, exhausting, exciting and satisfying. It has been little over a year since you have moved away from your brother Tony and after becoming part of the duo that is John Watson and Sherlock Holmes. You hadn’t expected their worlds to collide so quickly however, with Christmas fast approaching, you find yourself caught up in the whirlwind that will be the Avengers Christmas, featuring two British best friends, one obnoxious boyfriend and one protective older brother. Merry Christmas?

Author: Maddy @laterthantherabbit Words: 2220 Characters/Relationships: Sherlock x reader, Tony Stark x sister!reader, John Watson x platonic!reader Warnings: Nada

Request: Hey it’s me again Haha so I was hoping if I could request that reader is Tony Stark’s Daughter (or maybe sister would work better for you?) and she manages to drag her boyfriend coughSherlockcough to America during a holiday to meet him(?) that was my idea and I know it’s a really weird and specific niche of fic but if you guys are comfortable with it ik you’re the best ones to pull it off - anonymous

A/N: Hey anon, thanks for this request! I love it heaps! I’ve decided to write this with the reader as Tony’s sister just cause of the ages and stuff. I’ve also added in a few more Avengers cause they’re always fun. The Accords exist but all the drama that had happened and the split has been resolved, so everyone’s together in the new compound. Also this is after Sherlock’s fall but he and John made up and are still working cases together. Season 4 didn’t happen in this universe. I’ve also decided to write this in multiple parts as well just cause I feel like I’m doing some major info dumping here that I don’t want to try and put it all together into one. Hope it’s what you were expecting!

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Being Tony Stark’s younger, introverted sister was both a blessing and a curse when living in New York City, especially after he gained countless enemies over the near decade of being Iron Man. After the Battle of New York and the events of The Mandarin, you had decided to move to London, away from any business your brother was involved with, into a quieter, more stable lifestyle.

It was more peaceful in England and though there were some people who recognised you as Y/N Stark, they were more polite about your personal space and kept their distance better than those in NYC. Life was quaint, as Tony had described it when you showed him pictures of the small apartment you were going to be renting in Baker Street from a nice old lady. Mrs. Hudson if you remembered correctly. You commuted from 221C to the law firm you worked at via the tube daily, preferring that over any eccentric cars Tony would have bought you. You met up with Mrs. Hudson frequently, finding solace in the woman when your cases were getting to your head; she always knew how to help in the drug-related cases somehow.

The most exciting part about your move however were your neighbours, John Watson and Sherlock Holmes. You didn’t meet them until your third day in London, as your hours required you to leave early and work late. You had always heard the occasional violin upstairs, sometimes loud arguing between the two men at the early hours of the morning. Their theatrics amused you even if they didn’t know you knew of their various exploits and adventures through Mrs. Hudson’s stories and John’s blog, kindly provided by Mrs. Hudson herself. When you finally met the men on one of your afternoon’s off with Mrs. Hudson, your amusement towards them grew tenfold.

John was grumbling to Sherlock about running off by himself again from the front of the building to the dining table in Mrs. Hudson’s kitchen, ignorant of your presence at the end of the table. You chuckled quietly over your tea as he walked in ahead of Sherlock, looking at the ground and flopping into the chair at the other end of the table, his head in his hand and his elbow in the table. Sherlock came in next arguing against whatever John had just said, stopping abruptly when he saw you sipping tea at Mrs. Hudson’s table. John looked up at the sudden silence and blushed a little at having not noticed you in the room.

From there, your life became far more interesting. John became a close friend, one of your best. He was always one to listen to your problems at work, letting you whinge on his shoulder as he read a book or watched crap telly.

Sherlock on the other hand became one of the most important people in your life. At first, he was his abrasive and obnoxious self yet he had always left the light on for you when you came back to the building especially late and you began to notice that he’d play soft music at these times, helping you sleep before the next monstrosity of a day. After a couple of weeks, you’d find little post-it notes on some of your work, suggesting at evidence you should use and even pointing out parts that would change the game immensely. You knew who it was immediately.

John managed to get Sherlock to face his feelings for you when he saw him drape a blanket over your exhausted figure which had collapsed on the couch of 221B, a smile that could only be of adoration on his face. It took some time, but eventually, he worked up the courage to open up his heart to you and from there, your life was perfect. Until the first Christmas away from Tony approached.

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You were sitting cross-legged on the ground of 221B, your back against the couch and mounds of paper strewn across the floor in front of you, different coloured highlighter and post-it notes dotting the white in a code that only you and Sherlock could really understand. You were alone at the moment, John having gone to work and Sherlock having gone out to examine something with Molly. You had the day off from work, only to have to catch up on a heap at home. You attention remained fixated on the papers in front of you as you heard someone’s footsteps on the staircase outside, the door creak and the person shake out their coat from the rain outside.

“Hello Y/N. How’s the case coming?” Sherlock spoke as he stripped on his way to his bedroom, coming back out a moment later in his pyjamas and blue dressing gown. “Y/N?”

“Hm? Oh it’s dismal, as always.” You chucked the pen you held onto the words with frustration, lying your head back onto the couch cushions as you scrubbed the tiredness from your eyes. “This one’s hopeless. God dammit.” You kept your eyes shut, letting them rest as Sherlock flopped onto the part behind you. He began to stroke your hair out of habit as he let his other hand drape across his own eyes.

“It’ll work out. You always make it do.” You hummed in appreciation as he continued.

“Only with your help. I can’t remember how many times you’ve helped me.”

“True.” You smiled and brought your hand up to playfully swat at his chest. You heard him gasp at your antic and felt him shift as he brought his fist to his chest. “Rude.”

“Rude yourself.” You sighed and opened your eyes, lifting your head to continue with your work only to have it brought back to it’s resting place by Sherlock’s hand on your forehead. “Sherlock. I really need to get this done, I don’t have time.”

“I’ll help later. You need to rest anyway.”

“You shouldn’t be helping at all. These are confidential documents. In fact, everything I do is confidential. I should’ve stopped you right away.” Your bickering was pointless as you settled your head back and let Sherlock fiddle with your hair.

“Mycroft can sort anything out if we’re caught. Don’t worry.”

“How horrid.” You both laughed, the domesticity of the room making you sleepy. You dozed until John came in a couple of hours later, letters in his hand, one nearly double the size of the rest.

“I see you two are cozy. I brought your mail up as well Y/N. It’s mostly junk except this one.” He handed you the giant, off-white letter, the outside rimmed with a thick gold border, a thinner one next to it in hot-rod red, before he made his way into the kitchen to make tea. You knew who it was from immediately and your sleepy body sprung upright immediately as you worked on opening the letter. Sherlock, who had managed to catch some sleep with you, was jolted by your movements, making him grumble and turn to the back of the couch.

“It’s from Tony!” You heard John chuckle to himself as he emerged from the kitchen while the jug boiled.

“I kinda guessed that. I thought he usually called?”

“He does but you know Tony. Always going that extra mile for the wow factor.” You smiled as you lifted the flap of the quality envelope, your address written in Tony’s messy handwriting, a contrast against the pristine paper. Inside was a thin black screen branded with the Stark name. When you lifted the rectangle, it flickered and came to life, scanning your fingerprints where they were at the edges, projecting the Stark image above the tablet when it was flat, as it was in your hands.

“That’s a bit much isn’t it?” John had made his tea while you were pulling out the device. His face was a mixture of confusion and awe towards the advanced piece of technology. “And he sent that through the post? Would’ve thought it would break.”

“It’s probably stronger than that mug you’ve got there.” You smirked at John as he scowled and sat in his chair, preferring to read the paper. The scanning completed and, after confirming that you were you, the face of your brother appeared in the holographic image.

“Y/N?” Holo-Tony called through the screen. He was in his engineer clothes of a singlet and grease stains, as you had dubbed them, and he was leaning in with his head tilted showing the left side more. You could see his workshop and suits behind him.

“Tony! How’ve you been?” You stood from your place when you realised this was a phone call of sorts, moving to Sherlock’s room to have some privacy.

“Splendid. Never been better. How’s the Traveling Utility for Removed Dumbasses working?” He had leaned back to fiddle with something out of screen though you could still clearly see the smirk on his face as your face dropped, unimpressed.

“Seriously, TURD? It’s like you’re still five.”

“Well I had to find some new way to insult you. You should be grateful I made that thing just for you.” He was looking smugly at you through the screen as the smile that had disappeared flickered back onto your face.

“You dork.”

“You love me.”

“Yeah yeah. Anyways what’s up? That can’t be the only reason you made this thing?” You sat on Sherlock’s bed and rested the tablet at one end so you could lay down on your stomach, nothing behind you except a blank wall.

“Course not. You know what the date is?” He had gone back to looking down at something and you could see his tongue poking out the side of his mouth in concentration.

“Um, the twenty-fifth?”

“Of?”

“November?”

“Exactly! And where are you?”

“England. Tony what has this got to do with anything?” He dropped his hands loudly on the desk and looked into the screen with a gobsmacked face.

“Christmas! The Big Stark Christmas and now the Big Avengers Christmas! We are planning the best Christmas ever and that can’t begin until you’re here so pack your bags sis, you are coming home!” He spun in a circle on his chair as holographic fireworks surrounded him on screen in the vibrant colours of Christmas. You giggled at his theatrics and shook your head.

“Tony, I can’t. I have so much work here and-”

“Nope.” He waggled his finger at you and picked up what he was working on, one of his thrusters, “It’s already been sorted. I got you the whole month off and am sending a jet over tomorrow so you can come here and celebrate. Meet the newbies. Maybe meet someone.” He wiggled his eyes suggestively and you blushed, hiding your face in your arms.

“Uhh, well, about that-”

“I’m just joking Y/N.” He began tightening a screw in his thruster, not registering the direction you were heading with. “Anyways what I’m saying is that you have no choice really. You’re coming here for Christmas whether you like it or not. So?” His eyes flicked to the screen and you saw how hopeful they looked. You sighed and smirked at your brother.

“Well after all the trouble you’ve been through, of course I’ll be there. Tomorrow the jet was coming you said?” His eyes crinkled at the sides and his mouth widened in a brilliant smile.

“Yes it is! I’ve got stuff to do but I will see you soon!” He leaned in to hang up but you waved your hands at the screen and spat out syllables in objection.

“Wait! Wait, stop!”

“What?” Tony looked confused at you and slightly worried as you fiddled with your sleeve and said you were going to bring some friends if they agreed. “Is that all?” He relaxed against his chair and smiled softly. “Course they can come, the more the merrier! I’ll need a name to do a background check so, who are they?”

“Uh, John Watson and Sherlock Holmes.” You thought you saw recognition flicker across his features however, it disappeared as quickly as it had come, replaced with his previous relaxed face as he asked FRIDAY to remind him to run a background check on the two.

“No worries Y/N. I’ll see you soon yeah?”

Your tense face and body loosened and you smiled into the screen, saying you’ll text if they agree to come. “I can’t wait. Bye T.” He smiled back then the screen went dark, leaving you reeling as you realised that you were about to introduce your boyfriend and new best friend to some of the most powerful people in the world as well as your brother.

On the other side of the world, Tony sat in his workshop, a dark screen in front of him and his mind racing. “FRIDAY?”

“Yes, sir?”

“Don’t worry about that background check and bring up everything I have on those two people.” A moment later, a mass of virtual newspaper clippings and information appeared in front of Tony. John’s service in Afghanistan, Sherlock’s rehabilitation, their work on a multitude of cases, John’s blog, Sherlock’s fall. Anything and everything that was related to the two men was at Tony’s fingertips and a steely expression was on his face. “She just had to meet a Holmes, didn’t she?”