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the-flora-family · 1 year

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Hello everyone! Welcome to our Tumblr page. We are an OSDD-1B system that is made almost entirely out of fictives, aside from Venus who is the host, and Pain, one of our persecutors. There are way too many of us to write down and describe in one entire post, so we will simply list the sources we have. Sources marked red have alters that are either always up front or otherwise very active in our system. Only sources marked red will have the alters listed out, but as always you’re free to ask for an individual list of alters if we happen to share sources. We’re always open to making new friends.

Brain-Made

Venus - 26 || Shey/shem || Host || engaged to Mickey & Ian || 🪴

Pain - Age Unknown || it/its || Main Persecutor || 🩸

Shameless

Mickey Milkovich - 26 || he/him || Main protector/traumaholder/cohost || Married to Ian, engaged to Venus || 🚬

Ian Gallagher - 26 || he/him || Caretaker || Married to Mickey, engaged to Venus || 🍅

Fiona Gallagher - 32 || she/her || Caretaker || 💚

Lip Gallagher - 27 || he/him || persecutor to Ian only || 🧠

Debbie Gallagher - 21 || she/her || Caretaker || 💛

Carl Gallagher - 20 || he/him || we honestly don’t know what he does apart from cause chaos regularly || 🌿

Liam Gallagher - 12 || he/him || Middle/protector to Franny || ⚽️

Franny Gallagher - 5 || she/her || Little || 🧸

Frank Gallagher - 63 || he/him || persecutor to all the Gallaghers || 🍺

Monica Gallagher - 67 || she/her || Unknown. We don’t know where she lives in here, only that she’s ‘around.’ || 💊

Mandy Milkovich - 25 || she/her || Protector || 💄

Harry Potter

Harry Potter - 17 || he/him || Unknown || Dating Draco || ⚡️

Draco Malfoy - 17 || he/him || Unknown || Dating Harry || 🐍

Sirius Black - 35 || he/him || Unknown || Dating Remus || 🐕

Remus Lupin - 35 || he/him || Unknown || Dating Sirius || 🐺

James Potter - 21 || he/him || Unknown || Married to Lily || 🦌

Lily Potter - 21 || she/her || Unknown || Married to James || 🌸

Severus Snape - 37 || he/him || Unknown || 🦇

Aberforth Dumbledore - 48 || he/him || Unknown || 🐐

Aurelius Dumbledore - 20 || he/him || Traumaholder || 🌪️

Newt Scamander - 35 || he/him || Unknown || 🦎

Shadowhunters

Alec Lightwood - 33 || he/him || Gatekeeper || Married to Magnus || 🏹

Magnus Bane - Unknown because he keeps saying a different one every time || he/him || Caretaker || Married to Alec || ✨

Jace Herondale - 31 || he/him || Protector || 🗡️

Isabelle Lightwood - 31 || she/her || Protector || 👠

Max Lightwood-Bane - 14 || he/him || Middle || 🫐

Rafael Lightwood-Bane - 16 || he/him || Middle || 💧

Chairman Meow - Age Unknown || he/him || Does he even have a role? He’s literally just a cat, so who knows? || 🐈‍⬛

Sense8

The Fosters

Love Victor

Wednesday

Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Carmilla

Death Note

Teen Titans

Dear Evan Hansen

Hamilton

Be More Chill

Foster’s Home For Imaginary Friends

Powerpuff Girls

Ed Edd N Eddy

Encanto

DNI

People who subscribe to any of the following ideas should not interact with us under any circumstances.

Racist

Sexist

Ableist

Xenophobic

Fascist

Republican

Anti-MOGAI/Anti LGBTQIA+

Truscum/Transmed

TERF/SWERF

Pro-J.K. Rowling

Anti-Ace/Anti-Aro

Anti-Pan/Bi/Omni/Polysex

Anti-Polyam

Anti-Kink

Anti-Agere

Anti-Mspec Lesbian/Gay

Anti-Men/Enbies using Femme or Butch

Anti-Neo Pronouns

Anyone Under 18

MAP/NOMAP

Anti-Pro Ship/Anyone who can’t separate Fiction from Reality

Gendercrit

Nonbinary Skeptic

Anti-Queer

Anti-Endogenic Systems/Sysmeds

Anti-Self Dx

Autism Speaks Supporter

Anti-BLM/All or Blue Lives Matter Supporter

Pro-Trump

Fatphobic

Anti-HAES

Pro-Sui/Pro-SH

Pro-Ana/Pro Mia

Using us for ‘Thinspo’

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fictionkinfessions · 7 months

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I miss ivlis, like it's painful sometimes. I love him just as much as I loved Victor. It hurts really bad sometimes when I hear about things that I relate to him. I hate loving the way I do because this won't go away no matter what happens. I just want him here already - satanick fictive (#💽🌊)

#fictionkinfessions #fictive #💽🌊#satanickfictive #evilliouschroniclesfictive #mod party cat

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syngrafaes09 · 1 year

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Strange Nights | Vampire! Dr Strange x Y/n

Logline: After Y/N gets imprinted by a vampire Dr Strange, living under a fictive identity, they must unravel the cause behind her constant misadventures before their hopes are crushed forever.

Masterlist

Chapter 20 : Strange

The house with its rustic furniture disarrayed stacks of books and shuttered windows looked the same as she had left it. She wondered how it could look the same when everyone she knew was gone.

Y/N walked back to her small, less crowded room where the Christmas tree from last year hadn't been put away. When she was little she used to insist on sleeping under the tree on Christmas Eve, so she could catch her father putting the presents instead of Santa Clause. That was so naughty of me, she thought. She sat in front of the tree, her fingers running across the empty gift boxes. Conjuring a fire in the hearth, she lay in bed looking at my ceiling - its yellow colour swirled around into a million patterns and shapes to get lost in.

"Think about this instead of that boy," Charles had said when she'd come in and lay down on the bed to look at him finishing what Jean had started.

"I can't," she'd said. "Aaron broke my heart."

"I know," he'd said, lying down next to her. "But one day he won't matter."

"He had said he loved me."

"They all say something like that," he'd told her, caressing her wet cheeks. "Trust the one who takes his time saying it."

"How long did it take Mom?"

"She never did." He'd smiled at her curious gaze and said, "Some confessions don't have to be said out loud. You just know it."

"How do you do this without her?" She knew he missed her more than she did, loved her more than she did. And the way light had left his eyes the day Jean died, she was scared she would lose him too. "You," he'd whispered and kissed her forehead. "You're my only anchor in this sinking world."

Stephen started at her like a child staring at an anonymously wrapped parcel. She was a risk, a mystery and he was being drawn to her like a moth toward the fire. He sat down heavily next to her, still staring over at her, still unsure of what to say. "What are you thinking about?"

"Dad," she replied with a smile, "the way he put me together when I was broken."

"And who broke you?" He asked conversationally, lying next to her and gazing at the ceiling.

"The usual one," she answered.

"Do you miss them - ever think of how different things would be if they were here?" She asked, edging closer to him, "Your other family, before the avengers?" He didn't answer; he had no answer to it. He hadn't given a thought to them for a very long time. He felt like being undone in ways it had been never before. It scared him. What scared him more was he wanted her to open him up layer by layer. "I didn't have much to miss about them. My... father had sent me away when I was quite young. I don't think their presence would have made any difference."

She reached toward him, very slowly, watching his face, thinking he perhaps might stop her. But he didn't. Her warm fingers grazed the curve of his hand, rubbing smooth circles. "Why would he do that?" she whispered, drinking in the struggle of emotions in his eyes.

She had no idea what a man Eugene Strange was. The laugh came out much more cruel than he intended. He expected her to flinch, to withdraw like everyone else had but she stared at him with those same warm eyes. "Victor and I were bent on pursuing our career as artists. For a successful businessman like him, our dreams seemed completely unacceptable. I was the eldest, so I had to be fixed first. Fathers love to fix things, don't they?"

"What about Victor?"

"Our little sister died before he could do the same with him. He and mother wanted all of us to be together again. Though I loved my brother very, very much, I couldn't spend the rest of my days watching the face of her killers."

He waited for her judgement - the usual you-should-have-gone-back advice. But she had taken his story as it was no question to what he had done whatsoever. She leaned closer and laid all of her hand against his forearm. His eyelids slipped closed as he tried to contain his reaction. Every touch of hers felt like an earthquake rocking through his core.

"Why do you wear this broken watch?"

"To remind me of what I had done," he whispered with his eyes still closed.

When Y/N didn't pursue to lift the silence spell between them, he shifted opening his eyes, eager to watch her expression and guess her thoughts. And he wasn't disappointed. A pale blue light was seeping from her body all around the edges, escaping from her pores. The stone glowed and her eyelids were twitching as if she were watching a movie only she could see.

Maybe it worked after all. The shroud of blue mist, covering her, began sweeping under his skin. It rejuvenated every fibre of his being. The surge of power and life was impossible to comprehend. Stephen shook his head in disbelief. Her powers grew by every day. This was beautiful and scary at the same time.

He carefully withdrew his hand from hers, kissed her cheek and softly padded to Charles' room.

Stephen leafed through scraps of paper and closely written notebooks with the attention of a judge deciding on a capital case. In every bundle of research papers, he'd found something or the other related to mystic arts. Charles Henley, he decided, was a better parent than Jean when it came to keeping secrets. It was better to leave behind complicated clues than to leave no clues at all.

His cell phone dinged - a message from Peter.

THEY ARE COORDINATES - WHICH PLACE NOT SURE BUT LOKI BELIEVES IT'S NEAR WHERE THE TWILIGHT WELL WAS LAST SEEN.

"Codex Imperium, Maxim's Primer, Basics of Astral Projection; you finished all of this," Wong noted, as he sorted through the books. "I see you are keeping up with your Master's knowledge as well as mischief."

"Am I?" Y/N asked disbelievingly.

"Stealing books from the library through portals," he sighed remembering how much trouble Stephen had given him.

"He said it was fine as long as I returned them to their rightful place." Of course, he would, Wong snorted. "Then tell him I won't be fine with giving you access to the Master's section in his absence."

"Fine, I won't," she pouted.

"As punishment, you won't have access to the section today."

"Wong...," she coaxed and whined to no avail. "Without him or Wanda, what am I supposed to do without books?"

"Not my problem," he replied while still busy putting away the books.

With nothing to do on hand, she decided to bug him instead. "What does the stone of Hala do?"

"Depends on the knowledge of the wielder," he replied nonchalantly.

"What do you know about the multiverse?"

"Infinite realities with infinite danger."

"Cauldron of the Cosmos?"

"Figure out Mystical treats lurking in space."

"Necronomicon?"

"Not the book for you."

"Darkhold?"

"Stay away from it all cost."

"Master Strange?"

"Ste-," his lips froze as soon as he realized the name she had taken. "Where did you hear the name?"

She regarded him carefully before speaking, "My parents. Why would you ask?"

"Nobody takes that name anymore. What do you know about him?"

"Nothing. I didn't even remember the name until last night. Who was he? And why doesn't anybody speak of him?"

"You should ask Stephen," he replied, busying himself once more.

She notice that way he reacted was similar to her father. This only mystified why they had been searching for him all those years. Knowing she wouldn't get anything more out of him regarding Strange, she decided on knowing about Stephen instead, never realising that they were one and the same person.

"You said I was keeping up with him, how long had you known him?"

"Over forty years... He was utterly shattered in every way when he came to Kamar Taj." With every word, he spoke she filled page after page of her blank book about him.

"How did he end up being a vampire?"

Wong bent his head, as hot pressure swelled in his eyes, throat, and chest. The flash of memory was a cruel stab of pain.

"After defeating Thanos, they turned the zombies back to humans. I think he had seen into the future many a time before they did this, 'cause the first thing I remember after being reverted, after I found him is that he atomised all the infinity stones. As the sorcerer supreme, he was supposed to protect the time stone no matter what, but he destroyed our greatest weapon without any hesitation." He paused for a beat and motioned Y/N to follow him.

"Days after that we started getting visitors across the multiverse. The gates had to be closed." He opened the doors to one of the deeper quarters' of the library, housing the Orb of Agamotto. He pointed to her the protective shield glowing around the orb, "The Father of Mystic Arts, the mighty Agamotto, had built three sanctums in places of power but they weren't enough to shield our world anymore. Stephen knew what he had to do."

"He built another seven sanctums," Y/N noted.

"A feat no sorcerer would dare to achieve. That massive use of power had nearly killed him. When he was building the fifth one, I had given up all hope of him surviving the process."

"Then the vampires showed up?"

"No, the vampires were always there - walking anonymously among mankind for centuries. The use of stones to revert the zombies had caused a massive surge of gamma radiation. The shifter spices that had been dormant for the last few centuries started increasing at an alarming rate. The vampires feared being outnumbered and thus began the struggle between the Supernaturals. But it wasn't as serious as compared to other problems."

And he could still clearly remember the day it finally was. The distress call from Stark still rang in his ears. "Stephen was very weak after building the final sanctum. I tried to stop him in every way possible when Stark called him for help, even I insisted on going instead of him. But he was stubborn as always. At least that is what I thought of then. The more I think of it, the surer I get that he knew what was in store for him. He knew what he was going to become, what he had to do to bring the Supernatural world under control, and what all he was going to lose when all he did was to save many lives above few."

To suffer a loss was one sort of pain, but the pains of watching someone you love suffer and when you can't do anything about it was a whole different level of agony.

"Whatever he is doing for you, is only going to bring him more trouble. But I won't ask of you to leave him, for I'm sure the separation would only do him more harm than any good. All I beg of you is to hold him gently in your hands, he has been cracked enough, one wrong tap no matter how feeble it is will shatter him in a way he could never be put together."

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gorey · 1 year

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it's really nice on a more serious note that we have these intrasystem relationships bc we (its two marriages - me and vince. virgil and victor. but all four of us are a thing together. and some other pairings of the less frequently fronting alters also exist) were literally made for each other the dynamics of these partnerships were cobbled together organically from what were once multiple sets of paired fictives and were in our development modeled on the deepest purest and most well-oiled visions of love that our developing self could find and we've only ever gotten better at it. all our dynamics with each other are unique and it allows us as a whole to still blossom in the aftermath of emotional neglect, coercion and later a much healthier but often conflict-ridden relationship outside our head. we've had the bar set high for us bc our not-shitty ex was also a system who had an intrasystem relationship with a protector alter

(sidebar our host doesn't roll that way they prefer to clock out and leave the sappy shit to us queens, they tried getting gay with virgil but it doesn't work bc like all four of us are significantly older in headspace than in body - I'm the youngest of the four at 29, virgil oldest at 33, host/body are 23 and the rest of the alters skew a bit younger except gulley who is literally. 65. - so the dynamics between us and orchid are a lot more that they have a bunch of fairy godparents who are all gay for each other)

but our ex was already familiar with how this shit works so we all had different dynamics with them and in turn other dynamics still with their headmates. it was on a level of complexity and intimacy that idk that we could ever reach with a singlet and in the aftermath of the heartbreak of that relationship falling apart we are. not on the dating scene at the moment for other reasons as well but like. orchid wants to love someone too. and that may be out of reach but you definitely can't say we live a loveless existence bc there are these healthy, communicative dynamics in place that are a safe zone. orchid often recedes and allows the four of us to just fuck around, it's very typically two or more of us fronting sometimes all four at once it's a pretty bang up job of integration bc prior to like 2021 communication among us was very stunted, blocked off, or vague and our identities hadn't fully congealed into our current setup which has been pretty consistent since like 2021 when we unrepressed the whole DID thing with help from aforementioned ex. but like. intrasystem shit is one thing but the ability to switch out intentionally or unintentionally and have someone there who just. knows. who we all are what our personalities and preferences and love languages are the space to cultivate a host of different dynamics in an intimate space with all of them being beheld as equally real, unique, legitimate, valid... we could try. we could try to teach someone without this internal experience how we work and maybe they'll be receptive and won't think we're doing some kind of LARP or whatever they'll be able to treat us all as people...we want to give that gift of love in multiplicity again. it is the deepest most vulnerable most healing thing we have experienced. what a thing to lose. our fault. but we will do better for the next person the only question is if the next person will fucking be able to keep up with us. will we have to offer a watered down, flattened version of ourself to them? not talk about when we switch, when there's multiple of us at once, assume that mask that we wear around everyone else where they call us all by one name and don't differentiate among us? as I have learned integration is not fusion we have integrated well but we are all very separate beasts and none of us want to hide behind the face of orchid who can barely handle fronting for more than a few hours at a time... our multiplicity is the root of our resilience. who will claim us

as we are?

if that never happens again so be it. we had the privilege of it once and at the very least we can be a self-sustaining circuit for as long as we need.

#a #s #sacha speakz #any other did/otherwise plural folks please fucking shoot us an ask or reply or something typing this out has made us realize were losing it

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the-cerberus-system · 5 days

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Introductions!

Hello everyone! Welcome to my blog! This post will have a running list of my current alters and what breeds/species they all are! I'm not going to reveal ages outside of category, such as adult, middle, ageless and so on. My littles may reblog stuff, but they will not be interacting with or messaging anyone. With those things out of the way, on to mini intros!

Liam 🎶 (host)

He/they/xe/it

Husky/Border Collie/Jack Russell mix

Adult

Just a guy trying to survive

Lazerith 🪦 (main protector)

He/him

Hellhound/Beauceron

Ageless/Adult

Has too many eyes and is really a big softie

Puppy 🧸

He/they/xe

Pug/Corgi/Chihuahua

Little

Loves dinosaurs and plushies

Abbey 🐩

She/he

Poodle

Middle

Ashley's twin and loves Kesha

Ashley 👓

He/they

Afghan hound

Middle

Abbeys twin and loves reading

Pebble 🍄

They/them

Pitbull/Dalmation

Middle

Loves cottagecore and mushrooms

Pinkie 🎉

She/they

Pomeranian

Adult

Pinkie pie fictive that ate an abuser introject by unhinging her jaw

November 🦊

Mirror Pronouns

Fox

Adult

Keeps me in certain areas of the headspace

Victor 👔

He/him

Scottish Terrier

Adult

Does our taxes and is the local dad

Mama Jupiter 🪻

She/her

Maltese/Bichon

Adult

Adopted all the littles as her kids and is a little bit of a cigarette mom

Grey 🪲

She/her

Italian Greyhound

Little

Loves bugs a l o t

Melissa 🐎

She/her

Cocker Spaniel

Little

Loves horses and cowgirl stuff

Roz 🌮

He/they

Hyena

Adult

Scene as hell and used to be a beast boy and a fluttershy fictive before they fused into him

Daniel 🥎

He/it

Clumber Spaniel

Middle

Just a regular teen, that's also your average dog

Aloise 🩷

She/her

Springer Spaniel

Middle

Former host and slowly is coming into her own

Blue 🐺

She/her

German Shepherd/Wolf

Adult

Blue fictive from Wolf's Rain and really loves elk meat

Carmichael 😇

He, but doesnt mind others

Angel/Yellow Lab

Adult

Midwest customer service angel? Very strange combo but he quite literally gets the job done

Mason 🏚

He/him

Coyote

Middle

Terrified coyote pup that Mama is trying to help rehabilitate

Mutt 👻

They/them

Ghost/Unknown Mix

Little

Very little is known about them as they just appeared

I have 9 adults, 6 teens, and 4 littles

#did system #did community #dogs #dog alter #therian #dog therian #dog theriotype

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reverse-moon · 8 months

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hiya ! would any of your kid icarus , pokemon , or danganronpa fictives wanna talk?/nf if not then just hello!! -- elusive freaks sys.

🎭 - Ohh hoh hoh~ You wanna talk?

👼 - Dolion, hush! You scare people. Eevee can't talk, but Migo and Victor have learned how to communicate and translate for her so Meloetta doesn't have to!

🎶 - However, she says she'd love to talk. I as well.

👼 - ME TOO!!!

🖤 - Sure. I guess. New thing.

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lions-den-collective · 1 year

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///another vent

cw: mention of murder/violence, demonization DID, mention of the movie split, mention of graverobbing/corpse theft (with regard to a fictive's source), mention of the dream smp

tried talking more about what it's like being us to an acquaintance and they were basically like "oh i accept it... as long as you dont go all Murder Personality like Split on me LOL"

im. speechless. i thought this person like... knew things about how identity disorders worked beyond those shitty horrible media depictions. this person knows the sources for a lot of our OC introjects, and a lot of those characters, in canon, are Pretty Evil, to be completely honest.

but fictives are NOT their sources.

there's a cw up there for grave robbery. one of our fictives was in fact a victor-frankenstein-type graverobber scientist in his source. he committed crimes against the natural order (in addition to other scientific crimes) but our fictive of him literally would never even think about doing those things. sure he gets a bit silly and still has a strong interest in science, death, and anatomy. but joking around that "oh no one day you're gonna snap and he's gonna take over and kill me then reanimate me" is. fucking tiring.

schuyler and i are both fictives of OCs inspired heavily by mcyt characters. so is the hound. our friends don't exactly love the dream smp (which, fair, its online presence is not that great and the content creators have Done Things /neg) so schuyler literally refuses to reveal his source. those friends have asked what he was inspired by, and he refuses to give consent to the host to reveal his source.

i don't know. it just hurts having to be so inauthentic. hiding away more than half of ourselves all the time. our friend will be like "woah that came out in the fritz voice lol!" and we have to just smile and laugh it off. because the moment we actually reveal that fritz is here (and co-con, or at least Very Strongly Present), we get seen as a threat.

[q]

#q tag #m tag #tw vent #i know im always venting here and im sorry. but i definitely carry more of the system's stress/anger than most of the others - q #fritz tag #(tagging him even though he didn't write it because we used him as an example)#tw death mention #tw murder mention #tw graverobbery

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canopy-salad · 3 years

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Hello!

We are the canopy salad system, a system of currently 60-some odd active members :]

We are very fictive heavy, and open to talking about our sources :D Just shoot us an ask!

Main is @oliluhackle!

Tags:

#canopy leaf - Reblogs

#salad tongs - Our posts

#croutons - Our art

#apple - NSFW posts

Our hosts are Theseus (He/him) and Jesus (He/They/It (title case optl.)) :D

Other members below the cut! (Associated emojis are their post tags)

(list is not exhaustive, only those who wanted to be included :3)

The Exorcist

Joseph Dyer 🎹 (He/Him)

Damien Karras ☁ (He/Him)

FAITH

Amy Martin (She/It) 🖐

Ricardo Garcia (He/Him) 🐄 (<- sorted by his last name bc that's what we usually call him :3)

Gary Miller (He/Him) 🎃

John (He/Him) or Margaret (She/Her) Ward 📿 (as in like. use he/him if you call him john, and she/her if you call her margaret :3 also likes maggie! <3)

Subsection: John Loves You AU

Doe (He/Him) 🗝 (<- john but likes the name doe more <3 (full chosen-ish name is "doe chapel" :3))

Father Miller (He/Him) ⛪

Hadesgame

Achilles (She/her) 🏹

Ares (He/Siege) ⚔️

Asterius (He/Him) 🐂

Baphomet/Belial (He/Him) 🐐 (Zagreus double)

Charcoal (He/They) ⚫️

Dionysus (He/They) 🍇

Gabriel (He/Him) 🥬

Hades (She/Au/Hell/Cer (Hell/Hound, Cer/Berus)) 💀

Hermes (He/Any neos) ✉️

Hypnos (He/Po (Po/Pop/Poppy/Poppys/Poppyself)) 🛏

Lucifer (He/Any) ♠

Orpheus (He/Him) 🎶

Patroclus (He/Him) 🌿

Poseidon (He/Him) 🌊

Thanatos (He/Xe (Xe/Hir)) ⚰

Theseus (He/Him) 🕊 (host)

Zagreus (He/Whore) 🔥

Hermitcraft (s7)

Tango (He/Him) 💥

Zedaph (He/Him) 🐏

Hollow Knight

Bright ⛓(They/It/He) - Hollow Knight

Cricket 🦗 (They/It) - The Knight

Drake 🐛 (He/They) - Pale King

Elowyn 🌳 (She/Her) - White Lady

Grimm 🎪 (He/Him)

Hornet 🧵 (She/Her)

Radiance 🔆 (She/Her)

Weevil 🐣 (They/Them) - Headspace kid of drake and elowyn :3

Jesus Christ Superstar

Jesus (He/he/They/they/It/it (he/they/it w/ capitalization optional)) ✝ (host)

Magdalene (She/Her) 🌷

Mystery (He/Him) 🦟

Pilate (He/Him) 🏝

Simon (so fucking many) 🧨

Malevolent

Dennis Collins/Butcher 🥩 (He/She/Any) (<- cassgender + butch)

Jack Dunn 👁‍🗨 (He/It/Any neopronouns (literally anything that's not she/they)) - John Doe

Kayne 🗡 (He/Any)

Arthur Lester 🎼 (He/Him)

Subsection: Faroeverse AU

Jane Doe 📙 (She/Her)

Faroe Lester 🎻 (She/Her)

The Binding of Isaac

Abel (He/It) 🪑

Cain (He/Him) 🦯

Lilith (She/Ha (Ha/Har/Harlots)) 🦞

The Taintless (TBoI subsystem)

(link is to their sideblog)

Apollyon (He/Any) 🌀

Judas (He/Him) 🕷️

Samson (He/[redacted]) 🩸

SCP Foundation

O5-11 (She/They/Any) 🐀

Anastasia/Coraline (She/They/It) 💉

ULTRAKILL

Gabriel (He/Him, Cae/Caer, Hy/Hymn, Fla/Flare) 👼

V1 (It/its) 🤖

V2 (It/its) 🥊

Psychonauts

Razputin Aquato (He/Him) 🐘

Sasha Nein (He/Him) 👞

OC Introjects

Dr. Victor Penrose (He/Him) 🖊

David Penrose (He/Him) 🐺 (married to ^)

Other Sources

Deltarune: Spamton (He/Any) 🖱

Five Nights at Freddy’s: Springtrap (He/Him) 🐰

Terrafirmapunk: Etho (He/Snow/They) ❄️ (Has 0 hermitcraft memories)

Rhythm Heaven: DJ Yellow (They/Any) 💿

#salad tongs

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porcileorg · 5 years

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Discussing 3 performances @ ‘Friendly Confrontations - Festival of Global Art and Criticism of Institutions,’ hosted by Münchner Kammerspiele (2020-01-16[-19])

Discussed performances: ‘Operation Sunken Sea’ by Heba Y. Amin; ‘Metabit:Metapixel:Metadimension’ by Onyx Ashanti; ‘Birding the Anthropocene’ by Nadir Sourigi Festival curated by: Julia Grosse and Julian Warner

Conversants: The Bensplainer and Victor Sternweiler

... sitting @ Kammerspiele’s Canteen.

The Bensplainer: We just saw the first two performances.

Victor: The first performance was by Heba Y. Amin, ‘Operation Sunken Sea,’ @ Kammer 3. She’s an Egyptian artist and lecturer living in Berlin. I once attended a performance of hers, which I found very interesting, so I was eager to be here today. The Kammer 3 was designed as follows. There was a rather large projection canvas in the centre functioning as a backcloth, and also two hanging banners from the ceiling, with a cheap logo printed on them, derived from the Mediterranean’s Sea cartography by the 10th century Persian geographer Al-Istakhri. In the foreground there was a simple speaker’s podium with a huge bouquet of flowers. On its side, two flags on poles, recalling the banners in the background. Apart from the bouquet, the scene gave an impression of a black monochrome. Between the audience’s seats, two cameras also stood there.

The Bensplainer: Isn’t it typical, I mean, for recording?

Victor: No, normally cameras are placed behind the audience at Kammerspiele.

The Bensplainer: So they were part of the set. Amin’s performance was divided into two main moments. During the first one, she was not present, instead some historical footage was projected onto the blank canvas in the background. It was a collection of different forms of speeches by 20th century political leaders, dealing with the Mediterranean Sea as a place for social, economical and war related issues.

Victor: The projection consisted of six audiovisual documents in a row, all in b/w, showing speeches by Italian Benito Mussolini, an Egyptian political activist whom I did not identify…

The Bensplainer: Me neither.

Victor: … Egypt’s Gamal Nasser, UK’s Robert Eden, US’s Dwight Eisenhower, and Turkey’s Recep Erdogan. Mussolini’s speech during a rally was about Italian Imperialism in the Mediterranean Sea. Nasser, Eden and Eisenhower’s speeches referred to the contemporary Suez Canal crisis. Specifically, Nasser addressed the theme of independence from US money. Eden addressed Nasser’s unreliability and stressed the economical relevance of the Suez Canal for Western interests.

The Bensplainer: I was quite impressed by Eden’s speech, as he seemed to threaten Egypt with war for a simple reason: oil. The Suez Canal was actually the way through which oil barrels could have been delivered to Western Europe. It made me think how today the threat of war is based on fictive ideology (defense of democracy or whatever), when it is actually a question of resources. That guy Eden was quite clear and paradoxically honest: we do war for economical reasons. On the contrary, a more ideological speech on the crisis was delivered by Eisenhower, I think at the UN in New York.

Victor: And finally, the Erdogan’s speech, more recent of course, but still in b/w, was about the construction of a new canal between the Black and the Mediterranean Sea.

The Bensplainer: This first moment, the projection ended, and the artist entered the stage, she went behind the speaker’s podium. Thus, HER performance began. All the set up—the stage design and the footage—suggested she was going to play the character of a political leader, dressed up in accordance with an official assembly’s speech. Then she started reading from her paper.

Victor: She adopted the character of a political leader from a North African country (it was not specified which one, again due to the fictive logos on banners and flags). Her speech was a collage of the previous speeches—using the exact propagandistic phrases and chunks as a vocabulary to formulated another speech—intertwined with pseudo-utopian statements by the German architect, Herman Sörgel, who in the 1920s developed Atlantropa, a colossal engineering project aimed at draining the Mediterranean Sea—that later info I got from the press release as he was not mentioned during the performance itself. Thus, uniting the European and African continents, for the sake of European survival. So, the character played by Amin shifts the perspective, proposes to drain the sea and to move it to Sahara.

The Bensplainer: At the very beginning of her speech I was very excited, because I was expecting a parodic function in her delivering speech. You know? You set the premises—the stage design and the actual words by political leaders—in order to play with them and somehow to try to estrange them too. But as a whole it somehow failed: in order to bring the issues, the material, to the point of absurdity, it would have been more insightful if she also parodied the charisma, the styles, the gestures, of the political leaders shown before.

Victor: Yes, the absurdity is very evident, but Amin didn’t act more or less then she usually would ‘act’ in her other (lecture) performances. She wasn’t really acting, thus transcending emotions, like those other leaders did. I think that stage in a house like that really demanded a better actor and I would have loved to see somebody from the Kammerspiele assembly doing her part. There one could see the inherent institution critique: you ‘have’ to literally perform your very own work yourself, or it is easier to make work which you can perform by yourself, because there are very few institutions which are able to inivite work that requires the invitation of several people. I think Kammerspiele initiatives have a bigger budget than at least half of the art institutions that invite her. At the end, it was a bit unconvincing as she was probably performing that piece for the 30th time.

The Bensplainer: On the other hand, Amin wanted to embody this character as a political stance and from the perspective of a non European artist. Just using her body as a statement. But ideas didn’t help the acting after all.

The Bensplainer: The second performance we attended was Onyx Ashanti, ‘Metabit:Metapixel:Metadimension,’ @ Workshop Kammerspiele. It was staged—if you could say it was staged—in the unconventional setting of one of Kammerspiele’s workshops. Onyx Ashanti took a portion of the space and made it very comfy, with seats, pillows, carpets, all around his station and working gears, computers, screens, beamers, a 3D printer. He wore his personal set of gadgets, sensors designed and produced by himself, able to fit onto his body. These were connected to an A.I., programmed also by him to produce music based on his body’s vibration.

Victor:I actually know his work from YouTube. So, he was sitting on the floor and around him, some small tables and created a place where he could work. People who just came in could sit on the pillows around the U-form table set. There was no start or an ending, you simply approached him, while he was working or interacting with his guests, answering questions and so on. A very comfortable situation, which made it more like a studio visit rather than a performance. And he had somebody bring him a beer.

The Bensplainer: Of course, there was a vast range of questions you could ask, especially about his ongoing practice with A.I.,the body and music. This was somehow the device that activated his ‘studio visit’ performance. On one hand, it dealt with personal issues and his DIY attitude of the moment. On the other hand, the way he did wasn’t really direct, and I loved it. For instance, his answers to our questions were often metaphorical. It was inspiring, because I felt active, even if only listening to him. Also his body language was intense, because the way he moved, the way he talked, was very energetic and insightful. So, in a way, it was a performance, but, as you said, he managed to make us feel we were participating in a studio visit.

Victor: It was a studio visit because he arranged the space so that he could have continued working, even if nobody would have interacted with him. I loved how he subverted the system of the hired artist, coming for a gig, being paid and then leaving. He was using Kammerspiele practically and the time slot for his gig as a working space and an opportunity to work.

The Bensplainer: Very efficient! Working on his stuff, interacting with visitors, and performing for the theater, all at once! And everybody was engaged. Apart from that, he showed us a video addressing the relationship between his A.I./bodily generated music and ‘natural’ music. As he's living in Detroit and owning a little garden, he decided to let it grow by itself. Thus it became a favorite spot for animals and insects. In this video, taken during the night, he and the crickets’ music intertwined their harmonies, with surprising effects. He stated that after some nights playing together, the crickets started to respond to his music, but I wasn’t really able to catch it properly from the video.

Victor: What’s charming is that he made music with the crickets for the sake of just doing it, only at a later point of time did he eventually documented it in the way you document a personal memory with your phone. How he described what happened, made me feel that it wasn’t important at the end, if it was believable or not: the storytelling was inspiring.

The Bensplainer: I know I’m always annoying bensplaining to all of you about Russian modernism. But still… the poet Velimir Khlebnikov’s father was a trained ornithologist and he was an expert too. In his last supersaga Zangezi (1922), Khlebnikov put in verse actual transliteration of birds’ songs. I don’t know if it makes sense to cite it here, but it came to mind simply by association.

The next day, The Bensplainer and Victor Sternweiler @ Brenner, having an espresso.

The Bensplainer: On a snowy Sunday morning, we went birdwatching. Spooky Khlebnikov!

Victor: It was Nadir Sourigi, ‘Birding the Anthropocene,’ @ Praterinsel. Literally birdwatching, with a ‘but.’ The New York based artist and an ornithology pedagogue Sourigi picked up the group at the Kammerspiele and then we all went together to the Isar, to the Praterinsel. The idea somehow theatricalized birdwatching tours.

The Bensplainer: I think that it is what Sourigi does, being an artist and an ornithologist, and prefers to do birdwatching with non-white communities in Harlem, those who are underpriviledged. His practice joins birdwatching to related historical and critical issues, the current state of environmental studies too. Of course, this tour was very active and people could freely interact with Sourigi.

Victor: At first he explained to us how urbanization had and has a strong impact on the bird population.

The Bensplainer: And while we were still on a bridge leading to Praterinsel, looking for birds, he also mentioned the catastrophic statistics that, alone in Germany, 75% of flying insects have disappeared in the last years.

Victor: All of a sudden, after introducing the attendees to some birdwatching techniques, Sourigi started to express his institutional critique: birdwatchers are basically white, and so are members of Life Preservation institutes. And then there were some people who really came for the birdwatching and had their binoculars. The educational system in itself poses barriers for non-white people to access this field of culture. At the same time, he initiated this birdwatching program with kids in Harlem, in order to make them aware of what’s happening near to their neighborhood: Central Park, even if near to Harlem, doesn’t belong to these kids’ spatial perspective.

The Bensplainer: Like as if it has invisible burdens—I think he used these words—at least some spots of the park.

Victor: But think about it: the Kammerspiele offers a birdwatching tour, so all participants are as white as in the US, as we learned. Instead of really doing birdwatching, he starts a conversation about racism, class, global capitalism and selective education. Issues hit you in the face. This estrangement rendered the tour artistic, if you want, not the facts in themselves. I also find interesting how he manages to increase non-white participation in ornithological tours, both in a social sense (as in Harlem) and in an artistic sense (as here at the Kammerspiele). Audiences and motivations are very diverse, but he somehow tries to get all together.

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headspaceconversations · 7 years

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So the bodies boyfriend also has a system and we were lucky enough to both have fictives from the same cannon (Yuri on Ice we have Japanese gay boi they have the Russian gay bois) and they just scream and love each other (Yuuri and Victor romantically and they adopted Yurio as their son and it's so good) and Yuuri got his son a plush cat cause he loves cats and it's wholesome and pure and god it's so cute the have matching urls on their tumblrs it's so adorable and they send each other memes

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Okay, I have a lot to say. Buckle up.

Hank, Deimos, and Victor-- I should not have killed you. There were other ways to hurt Sanford without involving you three. I felt like nothing else would hurt him the way losing you guys would, but that doesn't make it any better. It was a horrible thing that I did to you. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. You guys trusted me, loved me even, and I betrayed that trust in the worst way. I understand if you hate me still.

Sanford-- Go fuck yourself. I don't know why you even humored our romance. You KNEW I wasn't of sound mind, and yet you felt like it was right to treat me like I knew what I was doing. I can't remember half of what we did together because I was drunk off my ass most of the time-- WHICH YOU ENABLED, BY THE WAY. Not only did you supply me with all I needed to piss away my already terrible mental health, you hated me for it. What the fuck was binding you to me? Why did you feel like you needed to keep buying me drinks? You could have just left and we'd BOTH have been better off! I'm so glad I killed you for good. I fucking hate you.

Sincerely, an angry 2BDamned fictive.

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rouge4truth · 8 years

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TFP is Mind Palace – Sherlock’s coming out

What if… Sherlock imagines his coming out in TFP? Just my reading of it, but full of hope – please let me walk you through it in my different posts to proof it. Expecting your comments.

What if TFP is exclusively is in Sherlock’s mind palace where he comes to his terms about his emotions by road-testing his feelings and what exactly ‘coming out of the closet’ would mean and feel like for him and the people important to him (John, Mycroft, Molly, his family)?

But for Sherlock who trained himself his entire life to repress his emotions, it would need a strong trigger, to break his old pattern of hiding feelings behind rude behavior. If John would be fatally injured and Sherlock is not aware if he will pull through, this would be the strongest trigger I can imagine.

We don’t know if John is really been shot yet, but the last scene of TLD is red (start of the new storyline ‘Rouge’, which we will explore later – hopefully 8th of March we get a teaser when the expected 4th episode will air that will reveal the truth?) and we did not get a proper answer, as the next episode TFP is all in Sherlock’s head (mind palace), like TEB.

Because I felt so miserable after TFP first, I watched it several times and started to go through this episode scene by scene in different posts (Mycroft’s residence scene, 221B Baker Street (3/3)) to point out why it is mind palace, and did much research in the details like Oscar Wild and Lady Bracknell the pictures at the wall – all that subtext is about gay people and how society deals with it (feel free to check it out. I am still on it to post the next scenes, but the subtext is so rich and full of information, it takes ages to do the research – and as I’m no native speaker, I will miss a lot hope you guys can help me with this.)

John getting shot and survives is cannon in ‘The adventure of the three Garridebs’ Sherlock is panicking and takes care of him ‘It was worth a wound, it was worth many wounds, to know the depth of loyalty and love which lay behind that cold mask." This is what John writes in ‘The Strand’ after that event. I don’t think that the writers will miss the opportunity to show us Sherlock suffering about John’s life!!!

To find a solution how to save John Watson (TLD – Mary’s message) he is using his mind palace to find out how he can provide his feelings to him, before John maybe dies without knowing. We know that Sherlock works the best when he is under (emotional) pressure.

Remember Sherlock saying in A Study in pink: “Bitterness is a paralytic – love is a much more vicious motivator”.

Before he met John, he was bitter and alone. With John in his live, everything changed, John humanized him, changed him to the better! If he loses John, he has no reason to change anymore, he (maybe) would become the same bitter person like he has been before John.

This time, Sherlock wants to make it right, he is asking for help at the end of T6T, but not Mycroft, as he is aware that he can’t teach him anything about feelings. So he asked the only person, who really knows John, which is Ella, John’s former therapist, what he can do about John. Ella tells him, that therapy can only work, if Sherlock is opening up. Sherlock replays, that this is not his style – and we get no more information, if he did it or not.

Coming out is not about one moment, just one kiss and everting is fine. It is a process that starts in the head (mind). You first need to find out, who you are, and that can be a really painful thing. The next steps are to accept yourself the way you are. Then you are out with yourself, you learn to live with it. After that you need to decide, if you go further and maybe tell it to your love interest, or to your parents, to free yourself. At this point, many gay people are in therapy, because their parents, relatives, friends or people at work do not understand the pain you are going though, just to be yourself without hiding a part of yourself. If you find enough acceptance here, your next step could be to publicly come out if it is silently while holding hands or kissing your friend in public and watch the reaction of the people surrounding you or by making it public as a statement on a party or something similar. I think most of the LGBT people do not get to this point to make it officially public, because they are too afraid of it. And this is why we are surrounded by LGBT people every day that we do not recognize. But if we start to watch silently, hear and read the subtext of their behavior, or short comments, we will get a glimpse of how many there are amongst us. But why do they hide? – Because you need a strong self-believe and self-confidence to be strong enough to resist being hurt every time that people show you that they do not understand or accept you. Also it depends on the country you live in, still today, there are countries that will arrest you for being gay or even kill you. So some LGBT people need to hide their entire life. Also the society does not accept you the same way that straight people are accepted and maybe you do not get the job you like, because people know, that you are gay. Or you live in a religious community, where there is no room for diversity.

Coming out is a unique experience for each person, who needs to go through this kind of process.

Bearing that in mind, think about that Sherlock is probably 40 now, like Ben is, and it is the first time in his life, that he allows himself to research his feelings so deeply. He was always aware that he is gay. But what does this mean for him before and now? He grew up in the Thatcher era and during the HIV/AIDS crisis. It felt different in that days to be gay. Stars like Freddy Mercury never had an official coming out, it has just been the rumors in the press until he died. Also we get reliably informed, that Sherlock never had sex or a relationship before, in his live. So imagine how difficult it might feel to start at this age to learn about yourself.

It is painful for Sherlock to go back in his life to find out, why he is emotional contained and what he is afraid of, as he ‘deleted’ those things from his hard drive, buried it deep inside to have more space for other ‘useful’ information. Sherlock’s childhood that changed him from an emotional kid to an almost always rude thinking machine. We learn, that it has something to do with REDBEARD and that it is an alternate story that Sherlock told himself to be able to cope with the truth (which truth?). He needs to find out what it was to find inner peace with himself first. I guess we have not seen the correct Victor Trevor story yet, I assume, he was Sherlock’s first ever love interest and there will be a different story told in a later episode.

To find out more about his life today, he needs to go back there. Therefore Sherlock creates different rolls and characters for a play in his mind palace:

The little girl on the plane represents his subconscious, and his emotions that are still disconnected from his today reality, so he is still incapable to show feelings to others properly (timing). He needs to find access to this resource.

Moriarty he is only a voice in his head, but he is the devil, the virus in his data. He is always pushing him to make decisions, he does not want to make, decisions that separates him from John.

The little girl and Moriarty are like the angel and the devil on his shoulders, like yin and yang.

EURUS is a fictive character for his (evil) logic, emotionless side. He needs EURUS to confront himself with several topics, to put himself to tests, to find out about how the both most important people in his life will react in different situations. Those two people are

Mycroft, his brother that is protecting him since childhood by teaching him that caring is not an advantage and that he should join not getting involved in any friendship or romantic entanglement, because this could hurt him. But Mycroft has also selfish interests, because if Sherlock would be officially out, this could (maybe) ruin his career in the British Government – so I had always the feeling, that he wanted to see his brother happy with John, but might have an interest to keep it as a secret. Mycroft is aware that Sherlock is gay.

John, who Sherlock is in love with, since he met him. He knows about Johns feelings for him at least since the Battersea scene in A Scandal in Belgravia, but as John is always dating women (and marries a woman) to cope with his unrequited love for him (Sherlock seems always to be unavailable for John) Sherlock fears to tell John the truth. He is not sure if John is straight and only his best friend or if he is Bi. Therefore he researched Major James Shoto, because he needs to know, if John is romantically interested in men, too.

He needs to find out about how John could possibly react, when he confesses his love, while he is unsure, he expects John to make the first move as he is much more experienced in romantic entanglement than he is.

We can see that in TFP in the most painful and emotional scene, when Sherlock askes Molly (she is always a stand in for John) to say ‘I love you’. As Molly turns the way around and asked him to tell it first ‘say it, like you mean it’ he comes to the conclusion, that John will never ever say a word, because it is true and he is insecure, too. We see John in tears, when Sherlock finally says ‘I love you’ – he is waiting instantly to hear it from Sherlock. So Sherlock cannot expect John to say anything, as he is too afraid about himself, hiding his bisexuality.

As Sherlock kept everyone in the dark about his sexual orientation, even John, he needs to be the one who is telling John, how he feels first.

Also in this scene, he comes to the conclusion that he must tell Molly that he is gay, to save her from the pain he is causing her while she is still in love with him unable to move on.

It is not a Game anymore – If it is true, we can stop to play around the subject and tell everyone :-)

Mark Gatiss knows about the pain that LGBT people feel - so I don’t think that he wanted to hurt any feelings by not getting it right.

– Please think about it. If you read TFP as Sherlock’s coming out, than we can expect to see all what we desired later.

To see Sherlock and John as a happy couple, experiencing a proper romantic relationship, there are some steps missing, which we can expect for S5 (hopefully).

But first Sherlock needs to:

heal his inner child (plane landed safely, TFP)

stabilize his emotions to complete himself (reconnecting with Eurus, which we can see during the violin play in TFP finishing scene)

He needs to tell John

He needs to tell his family (shown in the TFP final scene)

He needs to tell Molly

John has to come out, too (will be difficult for John)

They need to tell their friends

Coming out in public?

Of course, they are ‘coming out’ ;-))))

Please reblog if you agree with me and think I got it right.

#tjlc #tjlc is real #tjlc explained #tjlc is canon #bbc sherlock #sherlock #johnlock #john watson #rouge #tfp #worriesconstantly #jenna221b #@worriesconstantly #@jenna221b #coming out #the final problem #@the-seven-percent-solution @anonymous

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junker-town · 6 years

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The dream of Philly basketball is no longer deferred

Inside the mind of a Sixers fan watching his season come to an end.

Editor’s note: writer Tyler Tynes is a ... let’s say, enthusiastic Philadelphia 76ers fan.

Previous Round 1 diaries: Game 2 | Game 3 | Game 4 | Game 5

Previous Round 2 diaries: Game 2 | Game 3 | Game 4

In 1951, Langston Hughes, as he often did through the Harlem Renaissance and other periods that produced his brilliant work, published one of his most remembered poems: Harlem — an 11-line masterpiece.

Harlem’s Shakespeare flashed one line that has always been remembered: “What happens to a dream deferred?” There comes an unspoken silence after such a powerful question, before Hughes outlines the way a discarded dream can evolve, can explode, can fester.

It is this vexation I return to as the Sixers finally ended their post-season hopes last night. But I do not sit here and think of how Boston did it, how their defense changed Philly’s game plan, the brilliance of Brad Stevens, the emergence of the young stars Boston will tell you was worth every moved asset, every Brooklyn-based pillage. Rather, I consider the dream at stake — how it was nearly lost, left to die and dry up in our imaginations and the limits of fandom at times. The reverie athletic joy can develop for us.

One beautiful aspect of athletics is its ability to make us forget, to soothe naive mentalities and erase the obvious, tangible lines it lives on — whether that be intersectional or socio-political. Harlem is the embodiment of what happens when we allow ourselves to dream, and the deferment of such ambitions. The American Dream is a fictive mission given to those with the ability to prosper under this nation’s dogma; it has never been for me. But athletics can suspend that, for an hour or three, until the bubble pops. Truth finds the psyche and we remember the actuality of our being, the threats it can cause, the problems it gives for other Americans.

There have been several stories of what Philly fandom has done this year for people. It made one man grapple with his depression. It led to some of the most diverse tailgating experiences I have ever seen. For a moment, watching this 76ers team, it has allowed me that dream. The Sixers have given me that oasis — a self-created high of basketball euphoria.

That’s something I’ll miss watching these Sixers. There has not been another team as fun, as unpredictable, as frustratingly inexperienced and as spirited in their embrace of their mission as Philly’s ball club.

LeBron will win the East, because Gods often provide the rules that mortals must adhere to, not the other way around. Boston and Brad Stevens will command respect for the next few years, because talented coaching and a grouping of young stars should, at least, give an organization a small blueprint to success. Toronto will keep bearing seedless fruit until it launches Kyle Lowry into the sun. Washington will be Washington, but we’ll always have John Wall. And as soon as Victor Oladipo stops embarrassing the international black legions of Wakanda, I’m sure we will go back to loving him, too.

The only light left for the playoffs is whatever amounts to the Rockets vs. the Warriors. Meek Mill said he’s pulling for James Harden because he frequently called him for hours during the week during Meek’s prison sentence. I would root for him, too, but history demands a rematch between Steph and LeBron before the latter loses the rest of his hair. So, I demand it as well.

But the memory of our Sixers won’t fade. The Process worked. Meek left jail for a game. Embiid broke his face and then broke Miami. Ben Simmons wore a massive chain with a Kangaroo on it in a post-game press conference, so, at least, momentarily I choose to excuse his ineffectiveness in primetime for such a distinct flex. T.J. McConnell brought dreams of melodies from heaven and I’m sure made some white child in Ardmore believe his future is basketball. We are all proud of baby Hunter. Please clap for baby Hunter. And Dario Saric showed moments that’d make you believe the ghost of Tony Kukoc rented a home in Philadelphia.

So many believers, haters and the like expressed that the team has a “bright future,” which no one has a true roadmap to predict. But in Philly, we always knew. We didn’t know when but we knew eventually the Hinkian missive would unfurl a legion of basketball bullies to re-take a conference that has always belonged to us — or at least we say it did because part of Philly, sometimes, is outlining our form of Manifest Destiny onto the rest of the world.

It is hard to see this team leave for the summer, but I hope they come back this fun. There are obvious gains that can be made through an offseason of aggression and a corny “fueled by defeat” mantra almost all athletes take to heart. Embiid can work on his conditioning. Simmons can find one percent more of the jumpshot he displayed fading away from the post and learn some decisiveness with the ball. Covington can work on his disappearing act. Brown can find the team some bench players. Markelle Fultz can be freed from whatever prison is holding his talent in lock.

I do not worry about the future. I concern myself more with Hughes’ warning. Will I ever find such basketball elation again? I’m sure. But this season was years in the making, taking a martyred analytics genius, a front office overhaul, the most serendipity since the Cavs got Kyrie, and plenty of trust. The joy that brought Hinkie to Philly in 2013 will return to us. I cannot tell you when. But the dream of Philly basketball being back is no longer deferred. It is bountiful and beautiful, fully in bloom. And it likely shall stay this way unless the daylight glares on its mission and dries it, like a raisin in the sun.

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