#mutt sys

[scarecrow-collective]

Being a system is a lot like those good cat vs bad cat of the week things.

Like for example!!!

Good cat of the week is The Bellringer, she got us actual food so we didn't have to eat junk food and even got us heartburn medicine!!

Bad cat of the week is Chucky, he tried to throw a fit in the body and ended up getting kicked out of front.

You guys see what I'm saying??

THIS POST ISN'T FOR ENDOS!! ENDOS DNI!!!!

[plaquerat]

Slides trans lady Copia to you

Whenever she first came out she told Primo first, Primo is also a trans lady.

Primo helped her with her transition and gave her all the tips she learned from when she was young

Primo held her as she cried for the first time whenever she came out, telling her she's very happy to have a sister.

Primo and Copia<33

-Mutt

Um. Well. This certainly is an interesting idea! Very far from things I say and think about Primo but hey you have fun huh 👋

[sodomizerz]

hi guys making my own post about this, scarecrow collective has made a doc of our shared experience of rory aka @roryrambles .

ive spoken on this before but ive learnt im not the only victim.

[wittness]

borderlands introjects pspsps.

[anotherbananasong]

@mutt-sys what’s this, talking about feelings after Dew’s attempt to mate with Rain to get back at Alpha? Could this be the start of them finally not hurting each other anymore?

probably not…

[marbled-moon]

Based on Created Ghouls By @mutt-sys

WARINGING: FORCED CANNIBALISM AND BODY HORROR

Just to clear something up before you read. Phantom will be referred to as a different name for most of this story as they have not yet been given the name Phantom and still use their human name which is Altair. But near the end that name will slowly be replaced with “&!(*^$” as they can't remember what their name is or who they are.

Altair was living on the streets. Well living is a strong word to use, they were mostly skin, bones and a few essential organs barely functioning. You could typically find the young adult slumped over in alley’s or in front of sketchy looking bars; The only places that would let them stay without calling the police or beating them up. They used to have a friend who would let them stay with her, but she just disappeared one day. It's been a few weeks since they've seen her and they miss the warm comfort of her small apartment.

Altair is currently curled up behind a dumpster, shivering as the worn down jean jacket doesn't do much to keep their frail body warm. They think it must be past three am, the only other soul around being the rat scurrying further up the alley way. It jumped up along the walls, over pieces of trash, and eventually past someone's feet. Altair looked up at the person standing almost directly in front of them. The man was wearing a suit with some sort of religious symbol on it, he carried a blanket in his arms and Altair wished he could take it from the man. “I’m Phil, I’ve seen you out here a few times and I was hoping to offer a safe place for you to rest” the man ; Phil, stood tall and unwavering as he spoke, the only thing even angled downward was his eyes. They knew how this went and it was never good, “M not going to your house if that's what you're asking, I may be desperate but i'm not stupid.”. Phil chuckled lightly and started digging around in his pocket for something “You aren't coming to my home. I’m part of a church that gives shelter to the homeless”. He handed Altair a business card and they studied it. It was sleek black with more information on what Phil had said and that same symbol on the back of the card. The small figure sat idle, weighing their options. It had been awhile since they had slept inside and they were sure to freeze if it was going to rain soon. “I don't have to….join the church or anything? I'm not the best at being religious.” Phil smiled lightly, it was almost welcoming “No, you'll just be asked to do a few chores. Sweep the floors, polish candle holders, small things”. Altair decided to go with him, the man helped them up and gave them the blanket to wrap around their thin body. The two of them made it to Phil’s car, the man insisting that Altair sit in the back so they could sleep. They wrapped the blanket tightly around themself and fell asleep quickly after the engine roared to life.

Altair awoke in a cold room on a stone floor. Their brain pounded against their skull, almost like they could see stars out of the corners of their eyes. A door opened to the left of them and Phil walked in. ‘Fuck they had gotten kidnapped… hadn't they?’ They knew that they shouldn’t have trusted the man but the promise of shelter was too tempting. Altair’s hands were bound behind their back; they struggled against the ropes as the man stepped closer…fear overtaking their small frame. He crouched down in front of them, a sick smile on his face. “I’m not going to hurt you kid, I just want you to eat” The man grabbed Altair’s face, repositioning it to be facing the corner of the room. They couldn't move, their thought process stopped as their eyes zeroed in on what was there. The corpse of a creature that was almost human lay there unmoving. It’s skin was a gray almost lilac color with light fur covering it. Tight spiraled horns coming out of the top of its head, a whip-like tail with some sort of pointed shape at the end, and long black jagged claws with blood under them like it fought something before it died and ended up here. Its eyes were the worst part. They were open and glazed over; Staring right at Altar as if it could see into their very soul. It was missing a leg, there were bite marks going up along the thigh. Phil dragged Altair across the room by their hair “no plEASE PLEASE DON'T'' they kicked and squirmed but with their hands bound they couldn’t get out of the iron grip on their hair. They fought until their face was shoved inches from the corpse. Phil had a knife now and brought it up to Altair’s cheek, cutting directly under their right eye. They screamed out pain shooting through the young person's face. “Eat and I won't kill you. I would hate for you to go to waste” The man carved out a handful of mutant flesh from the body and shoved it in Altair’s mouth, covering it giving them no option but to chew. Sobbing as blood poured out of their mouth, it wasn't red like it was supposed to be but so purple that it was almost black. It was tougher than any meat they've ever had in their life. They had no choice but to swallow the slurry of meat in their mouth. It went down thickly and made them want to throw up but as it hit their stomach they realized how starved they really were. How long has it been since they've eaten anything at all? Phil was already shoving another piece of flesh in again and covering their mouth. They started chewing immediately. It's not like Altair wanted to eat it, they just wanted to live through this. Maybe Phil would let them go when they were done. So they kept choking mouthful after mouthful down, their face and clothes covered in that inky purple blood.

Altair didn't know how long they'd been stuck in the room with the corpse, all they know is Phil had come back twice to feed them. Their skin was turning that grayish lilac that the corpse had been when they first saw it. ‘Was it some kind of disease? Infect people who don't matter just to see what happens?’ The door opened once again and Phil was back to shove more rotting meat into their mouth. “Just a few more bites to go kid! Look at that, probably the fastest we've had in awhile. Only two hours in and your skin has already changed.” Alta$ glanced at the body, like Phil had said there wasn't much left to it. Just some spots of flesh on the chest, ‘the head Phil said they didn’t have to eat that, right?’ and…the heart. Like its blood, its heart was unnatural, it seemed like a pentagram was etched into it. As Phil walked towards them and the body, their mouth automatically opened. They were so tired. The top of their head, legs and bottom of their spine throbbed in pain. What was happening to them? A chunk of meat was shoved in their mouth, he didn’t even have to cover it anymore. It hurt to chew, teeth aching but they kept going. They held onto the hope of freedom. Alta^$ closed their eyes and ate. They just kept eating, the whole time they choked down the corpse they never felt full. Stomach never changing from that almost concave it was when they started. Except for when they ate the heart. That's when it hit, they finally felt full. They felt sick, crying again as Phil forced them to take another. “Come on kid, just one more then i'll untie you” They took the last bite, almost sobbing in relief as they swallowed and Phil cut the ropes on their wrists. “C-can i leave now?” Alt*^$ almost whispered out but unfortunately for them the man just smiled and left the room. They couldn’t believe it, he’d just left them there? They screamed. They screamed in anger, in fear, in sadness. They screamed in pain. Pain? Why did they hurt so bad? Why couldn’t they stand anymore? Their legs burned, fuck it hurt so bad. Their head felt like it was splitting open. The base of their tailbone was trying to come out of their body. Al(*^$’s nails were falling out, they fell to the floor and were replaced with longer, sharper ones. Claws. Using those claws to scratch and tear their scalp apart where something under it was forcing its way to the surface. That inky purple blood bubbling up to under where their nails were slicing away. A!(*^$ felt it, bone. Swirling bone forcing itself quickly out of where they have just opened their head. It felt better, so much better they had to keep going. They moved their arms down to the base of their spine. Ripping the skin, going through a thin layer of fat and muscle, digging their fingers into where it hurt the most. The creature found a coiled up tail, long and like the one on the corpse. They yanked the new appendage out, leaving a gaping hole with a tail protruding behind. But the creature knew it wasn't over. They writhed on the floor screeching out for help that wouldn't come, for a mother that had long abandoned them. If only they had been a better son. But they were never enough. The legs on them were no longer their own. Bones beneath skin breaking and rearranging themself in a manner that was no longer human but that of an animal. Skin adapting to the new shapes below it, growing a thin layer of fur that made them itch all over.

The pain lasted for another hour. &!(*^$ unable to control it as their body changed without their consent. Once it stopped it was almost like heaven on earth. They were able to stop screaming and take a breath without getting choked up. They lay there on the floor unmoving as the door opened, hooded figures flooding in the room. “Welcome to the Clergy. Your name is Phantom.” but all Phantom ‘was that really their name? They couldn't remember after all the agony’ could focus on was the glazed over eyes staring back at them from across the room.

[skele-bunny]

I seen you share this post and I know you're comfortable writing these things, so I was wondering if we could have little snippets or maybe a fic elaborating on when you wrote about Dew punching someone for fat shaming Aether? Thanks!! https://www.tumblr.com/skele-bunny/759611991374643200?source=share

Word! Also you're right wjsjdj I don't mind writing these things at all. I'm perfectly fine with getting requests to tackle heavier topics 💪 context: this post by @mutt-sys

CW - FATPHOBIA, RACISM, PARENTAL DISCRIMINATION, ABLEISM, VICTIM BLAMING, TRANSPHOBIA, ACEPHOBIA

Cowbell has experienced acephobia before. Ghouls are sexual driven creatures, there's no way a ghoul is asexual! She's had to deal with crude remarks, "You just haven't met the right person!" // "It's just a phase you'll grow out of." , which also meant unwanted advances. Sometimes it gets to the point she thinks she's broken. That something really is wrong with him.

A multitude of both ghouls and siblings have had to work around ableism. Zephyr simply being denied into places like the bathhouse, outings with their pack as they simple didn't have wheelchair accessibility. Delta being denied accessibility services because he wasn't "blind enough." Pebble fighting for MONTHS to get his hearing aids. Phantom not being accommodated as "We've seen autistic people before. You don't act like that." or just "You? I would've never guessed! You don't look autistic!"

And yeah! Just like in that little hc post, Aether, Cumulus, Omega, Alpha, Ifrit, basically any bigger ghoul has absolutely received fatphobia on a daily basis wether it's subtle or outright. Getting grimaces, especially if they work in the hospital. Bc they're deemed "unhealthy" so why should they work in a "healthy" setting? Omega getting an annoyed sighs from the wardrobe siblings "Guess we need another size up..." Cumulus being deemed unattractive because of her weight, her height, basically anything about her was unattractive. Unlovable.

Even Terzo faced discrimination. Constantly misgendered and deadnamed even after being publicly out, always feeling his face warm up and heart stop as he's deadnamed in front of someone who only knew him as Terzo. But forced to bare it and grin as if he even tries standing up for himself he's "Sensitive" or "Over reacting" and given just annoyed sighs and eye rolls. Sunshine and Cirrus getting scoffed at and slurs thrown at them for entering women's sections of say the bathhouse or changing room at the gym. Constantly being reported (that doesn't go anywhere) but passively aggressively suggested to use the gender neutral rooms instead, which just makes them more upset.

Mist experiencing discrimination with her kits! One of them starts fussing and annoyed whispers of "I wish there were child free places"//"Does that baby have to be here?"//"Great, just what I wanted. A screaming kit." At first he was able to stand up for himself and curse them out but after so many times... It's hard to not let it get to you. Just softly crying and getting frustrated at not only himself but her kits :/. Unable to go back to work as they don't want someone "wrapped up with kits who's unreliable."

(Based on my own and my partners experiences.*)

Ghouls facing issues as they're learning a new language, just broken and choppy but doing their best to try and communicate. Always gets those fake smiles as they turn to a ghoul that been around longer "Could you translate for them?" Or even speaking to them like a child. "What is YOURRR naammee?" Just outright ignored if they try to get someone's attention bc that person doesn't want to 'struggle' with trying to understand even tho they're not even attempting.

Swiss having to learn to do his own hair and more styles as the stylists didn't know how to even work with his hair type. They just shaved it and he was MORTIFIED. Always labeled as aggressive by passer-byers and being followed around in stores while Dew is left alone and even approached with friendly service. Being stopped twice and accused of shoplifting and trying to defend himself only to, once again, be marked as aggressive and hostile.

Dew terrified to come out about anything he experienced bc he's heard the whispers about other people coming out. "Well what did she do to deserve it?"//"He must've led her on."//"That's what happens when you drink!" So he just stays quiet and never speaks up about anything, just forced to deal with it on his own even after he confided in Aether and Mountain as he's scared they think that of him.

Shit SUCKS. While there have been improvements through the years, unions, changes made with each Papa, it doesn't always stop it. Unfortunately, discrimination will always be around. 🫠

[angryschnauzer]

As Sweet As Honey - Chapter 7

Summary: Finding a new life in a new town, you stumble upon a Honey farmer at the town market. You both have pasts that have shaped the way you now live your lives, but can you find a way of putting them behind you to find happiness?

Pairing: ‘Lucas’ Syverson x Female Reader

Fandom: Henry Cavill, Sandcastle (Movie).

Ongoing Genre: Fluff, Angst, and Smut

Story Warnings: Slight Angst, Talk of a car accident in the past, Anxious Sy, Mild Embarrassment, First Date Nerves, Kissing,   NSFW, 18+, Smut, Fingering, Grinding, Hot Tub Frolics, Handjob, Titty Sucking, Nudity, Blowjob, Oral Sex.  

Chapter 7 Warnings: Graphic descriptions of an abusive relationship, descriptions of domestic violence, description of murder attempt. NSFW, 18+, Smut, Blowjob

Wordcount: 3114

Here is my masterlist and AO3

Chapter 1, Chapter 2,  Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, 

As Sweet As Honey - Chapter 7

Sy's truck crunched over the gravel of his driveway as he pulled into the covered parking spot at the side of his cabin. As he shut the engine off you could hear Akia barking when she recognised the sound of the engine, Sy gently patting your leg;

"She's going to be so excited to see you"

He smiled, but you could see the concern in his eyes. Back at your cottage Tamara had arrived in a tornado of hugs and reassurances, but it'd done little to calm your nerves over the fact your abuser had not only finished his parole and was allowed to leave the state, was hundreds of miles off route for what he said his destination was, and you knew how he'd always insisted on taking the most direct route anywhere he went, even if it meant dangerous roads in bad weather.

The first few spots of rain started to hit the ground and you felt Sy squeeze your thigh;

"As much as i'd like to see that pretty little dress of yours go see through in the rain lets not hang around, once Akia gets wet she stinks the cabin out with wet mutt scent"

Smiling you hopped out, Sy grabbing the bag you'd hastily packed with some clothes and your laptop, the pair of you running quickly to the front door, Sy darting out to the yard to release Akia from her leash before the pair of them ran back under the cover of the porch. The big dog was all wriggles when she saw you, a now familiar face in her life. You petted her and gave her fuss as Sy moved around his cabin, switching lamps on and getting you settled in. He lifted your bag and pointed hooked his thumb to his bedroom;

“I’m gonna put this in here, i’ve cleared a drawer for you to keep your stuff in”

You could feel a lump form in your throat at his gesture, the casual thoughtfulness something you weren't used to in a relationship.

Once he'd dropped your bag he pulled you into his arms, enveloping you in his strength and warmth. You felt like the worries of the world slipped away whilst you were in that cocoon of his arms, that the big wide world was just a bad dream. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head and pulled back, waiting for you to meet his gaze;

"Dinner and a movie? Or dinner and talk?"

"Dinner and talk"

-

Your meal had been quick and easy, but no less delicious. Sy had made garlic bread from a loaf he'd baked that morning, combined with what Antonio had gifted him from the restaurant; fresh burrata cheese which had been drizzled with delicate honey and sprinkled with chopped pistachio nuts.

With the dishes cleaned away the two of you had curled up together on the couch, your time to explain your past had finally arrived;

"We met in college, James was a Senior when I was a Freshman. I didn't have that much experience with boys so I was flattered that he was interested… turns out he wanted someone he could control. We got married over the Summer between my Junior and Senior years, and when it came to returning for the Fall semester James started to change. He would have my timetable synced with his phone, and if I was more than 2 minutes late getting out of class he would start the mind games and accuse me of cheating. So many times Tamara walked me to his car and wouldn't leave until James accepted that class ran over. That worked fine until she had to have her workplace assignments in the Summer semester and wasn't around campus… that's when the hitting started."

You heard Sy exhale through his nose but didn't look to his face, you weren't ready and still had more to tell;

"James would never hit me when we were in public, he would just act like the perfect husband, but the second the front door to our apartment shut…" you paused, the memory of it causing you to tense; "He would hit me, just the once each time, but he'd use his fist and hit me in my back. The pain was excruciating. He knew exactly where to hit to cause the most prolonged pain, but to make it look like an accidental injury, that i'd fallen on something. There was one time…" your voice started to waiver but you paused and took a deep breath; "I'd gotten a ride home with Tamara as he'd had to work late, but because i'd invited her in for a coffee he was furious as hadn't 'checked' with him in advance. Tam was in the bathroom whilst i was rinsing some dishes in the kitchen, i heard footsteps but thought it was her, only for him to just come up behind me and land a punch in the center of my back. That was the beginning of the end if i'm being honest as Tam walked in whilst my legs were buckling. I'd learnt not to cry, i just compartmentalised and disassociated when it happened by that point"

You finally looked up at Sy and it almost broke your heart. He was blinking away the tears, you hadn't even considered that what you were saying would be difficult for someone who cared about you to hear;

"Sy, it's ok. It's over now"

He let out a very shaky sigh, nodding;

"I know Honey, but I just… I mean, we all have our emotional scars, but you're just so strong now. I'm sorry you went through that"

You reached out for him and he pulled you onto his lap, pressing his forehead to yours and laying a light kiss to the end of your nose to which you looked up at him;

"Do you need a break?"

"A break?"

"Before i tell you the rest"

He paused, before shaking his head;

"No, it's good that we get this all done in one go"

"Tam at that point pulled me aside at school one day, and with the help of our student support made me realise that what was happening wasn't my fault. Her husband was a cop and on his day off, he explained plainly what kind of evidence would be needed for an arrest and conviction, and at that point they helped me set up Nanny cameras"

"So you took that to the cops?"

"Not quite. It was around Thanksgiving and we'd travelled upstate to see his parents. The roads were icy and even after his Dad had said he shouldn't drive after drinking, he still insisted we head home. On a narrow road we spun out going over a bridge and the car ended up in the river below. The car was half submerged and when the cops arrived they found James first and pulled him out, but as they did the car got caught in the current and was washed over a waterfall. James had said there was no-one else in the car…"

"Fuck" Sy's voice was quiet; "How did you…"

"How did they realise I was still in the car? James was still drunk so when he was in the back of the ambulance he let slip that he hadn't been alone. The EMT's radioed back to the cops that were still on scene and they went into the water and pulled me out. They rushed me to the ER in their cruiser as by that point hypothermia had set in"

"You're not angry that they missed you the first time?"

Thinking about Sy's question you considered your thoughts before shaking your head;

"No, it wasn't their fault. It was dark and they'd had verbal confirmation from the driver that no one else was in the vehicle. If anything it increases my anger and hatred for my abuser" you paused; "but that doesn't diminish the feelings of fear i get of him being anywhere near me"

"How did you get away from him in the end?"

"The cops arrested him for driving under the influence whilst he was in hospital. When the statements of the First Responders came in about how he'd lied about me not being in the vehicle they added attempted manslaughter. My emergency contact was Tam so when the hospital called her she brought the evidence from the Nanny cams too. It was enough to get him locked up until trial as no-one posted bail"

Sy was silent for a long time, thinking over what you’d told him and he was absolutely positive that you had held back on a lot of the details, but that didn’t matter to him. All that mattered was that you were safe with him and he’d do everything in his power to keep you safe;

“So you haven’t seen him since that night?”

You shook your head;

“I testified via videolink. The city had a great public defender that made sure domestic violence survivors didn’t have to face their abusers in person. Tam testified in person and said that James tried to stare her down the entire time, but she just ignored him. He was sentenced to 4 years but got out after 3 for ‘good behaviour’, however throughout the whole time he sent threatening letters to my old address. The second he was released he was served with the restraining order. He’s not allowed to come within 200ft of me or my property”

“Does he know where you live?”

“I don’t think so, but the fact that he has entered the state has enough to make sure i don’t turn my back to a room at the moment, at least not until i know he’s heading in the opposite direction.”

There was a moment of silence before he pulled you to his chest and you instinctively hooked your nose beneath his chin. Warm hands smoothed over your back, comforting you. You felt like you were in a cocoon, safe and secure where nothing could threaten you or all you’d worked so hard for. With the brush of Sy’s beard on your face you relaxed to the point of slumber, drifting off into a calm and peaceful sleep.

-

When you woke it was dark, the warm embrace of Sy’s arms still around you, but this time you could tell you were in his bed. Twisting onto your side you smiled wearily and fell back into a deep safe sleep.

-

The sound of a shower woke you a second time, soft pale daylight of the early morning hinted at the windows of the cabin. Turning you realised you were alone in the bed, slipping silently out from beneath the covers you had a thought and a smile spread over your face. Quickly locating your bag you pulled a shower cap from your wash bag and pulled it on, before shedding your clothing and stepping into the steamy bathroom.

You could see the outline of Sy’s tall body where the window on the other side of the bath cast a silhouette through the shower curtain. He turned towards the shower and you could tell he had raised his face into the water, so now was your time to strike. Crossing the small room you carefully pulled the far end of the shower curtain and carefully stepped into the old enamel tub. As you pulled the curtain back in place one of the metal rings clinked against the rail, making you freeze, your eyes darting to Sy who still stood with his back to you, his face in the jets of water, and he let out a little chuckle;

“Honey, if you think you can sneak up on me you’ve got another thing comin’”

He turned and grinned at you, watching you watch him as the soapy bubbles trailed down his body. You couldn’t help but to gratuitously look at Sy in all his naked glory. You missed the smirk tug at the corner of his mouth as he watched you watching him, instead your gaze was transfixed upon the slow creep of his hands as he started to softly tug at his dick, watching it start to swell and grow from its already impressive state. Taking a single step forwards closed the space between you, tilting your head as your mouths met for a brutal kiss, whilst your hand moved to join his, wrapping around his hot girth. 

When you pulled away from his lips, Sy let out a small whimper of loss, before watching as you got to your knees, never breaking eye contact. He was hot and heavy in your hand, filling your grasp as you moved your fist up and down. Tentatively you leaned forwards, taking just the tip into your mouth and letting your tongue lave against the smooth red tip.

Sy let out a strangled groan and his knees trembled a little, his hand shooting out to rest against the windowsill whilst the other settled atop your head;

“Baby… please…” he begged quietly.

Staring into those ice blue eyes you opened your mouth and took him as deep as you could, relishing the feel of marble beneath silk, his hardness growing until your cheeks were filled and your throat was cut off from precious air. With what little room you had left in your mouth you worked your tongue softly against the underside, the thick ridge of muscle that ran the length pulsing under your ministrations.

You wrapped your hand around the base of his shaft, grasping him tightly as you moved your head back and forth, letting saliva pool in your mouth and escape from the corners of your lips.

“Oh fuck…” Sy cursed; “That’s so good, get me nice and sloppy, such a good girl”

Sy cupped your cheek, his hand moving back to the top of your head, unsure where to put his hands. Reaching up you grabbed both and pulled them down until they were resting on the back of your head, nodding slightly so he got the message that it was ok.

“Oh god… you’re fucking perfect” he muttered as he started to rock his hips back and forth just a little, fucking your mouth as you relaxed your jaw a little more; “So fucking perfect… look at you with my dick in your mouth, feels so good, that’s it girl, take it deeper”

On a couple of thrusts he got just a fraction too deep and you could feel your eyes start to water, but thankfully your gag reflex behaved itself. You rested your hands on the tops of Sy’s thighs, the muscles tense beneath your touch, and you could tell he was getting close. Slipping one hand between his legs you softly cupped his balls and was rewarded with a guttural groan from above;

“Fuck… do that again and i’m gonna cum down your pretty throat”

Maintaining eye contact you did exactly that, softly cupping and cradling his balls in your palm. You heard him groan as they pulled tight to his body, then the tell tale tremble of cum travelling through his shaft before that salty splash as it hit your tongue. Quickly swallowing he finished on your tongue, pulling free of your mouth as his hand flew to the windowsill and his knees wobbled. His other hand hooked under your arm, helping you to your feet until he could pull you flush to his chest, kissing you fiercely before you pushed him away;

“Sy! I haven’t even brushed my teeth, you’ll be tasting yourself!”

“Nothin’ wrong with that Honey, just a reminder that you were kind enough to do that for me” he let out a contented sigh, before his demeanor immediately changed and he let out a string of ‘OH’s. Quickly spinning around he shut the water off before turning back to you;

“Hot water just ran out… it’s gonna be a while before the tank refills i’m afraid. I know you don’t like cold water…”

With a smile you were thankful for his actions, even in the post orgasmic haze he was probably in;

“No problem”

At that moment a series out loud woof’s and barking came from the other side of the door;

“Uh-oh, need to let Akia out, she only gets like that when she’s gotta ‘go’ go”

-

It didn’t take long until you had dried off what parts of you had gotten wet and dressed in yoga pants and loose t-shirt loaned from Sy, assuring him that you were fine by yourself for the half hour it would take him to walk Akia across the meadow as he did the morning check on the beehives. Setting your laptop up on the small desk in the back of Sy’s bedroom, you plugged your headphones in so you could listen to the morning zoom meeting.

It was 45 minutes later when you glanced at the time in the corner of your screen and you realised that Sy wasn’t back, your stomach grumbled so you decided to seek out some coffee. Switching your wireless headphones to connect to your playlist, you were in your own little world as you wandered into the kitchen, turning the corner only to be greeted by a stranger leaning into the fridge. Shocked blue eyes stared at you from behind floppy dark hair, a youthful attempt at stubble dusted over the stranger’s face. You let out a scream, stumbling back until your hip touched the table as you scrambled for something to protect yourself with, your fingers curling around the handle of the iron skillet Sy had seasoned on the stove the previous night. Holding it up like a baseball bat you yelled;

“WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!”

The young man dropped the slice of cooked bacon he had been about to eat, holding his hands up in surrender;

“Okay crazy lady, i could say the same about you”

“I asked first!” you demanded, shaking the pan a little, before suddenly the back door of the cabin opened, Akia running in and making a beeline for the dropped bacon, Sy standing in the doorway as both you and the startled young man faced off in his kitchen.

Crossing the room to you in just a few strides, Sy pulled the skillet from your grasp, trying but failing to contain his amusement;

“Darlin’, i want you to meet Mike, Walter’s kid”

Your eyes went wide;

“This is Walter’s son?”

You looked to the man by the fridge who had now shut the door and was giving Akia ear scratches as she leant against his leg;

“Sure am Sweetcheeks”

Chapter 8 >>>

[scarecrow-collective]

Bats my eyelashes, can you guys pretty please send me soft babblez about my husbands (Jericho, Frost, Taishen, Mountain, Omega) or my wives (Lethica, Mist, Aurora, Queenie), and in return I'll give you fanfics

[boyswillbedogz]

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☆ you can call us Lennon or Cerberus/Dogz ☆ bodily a minor ☆ he / it / mutt / bark ☆ ☆ art @puppunkz, aesthetics @autopsydogz & agere @kwsmet ☆ 🧷🐾🎧 dni & more bout us at Digitaldogz.carrd.co 🧷🐾🎧 🧷🐾🎧 how to refer to us 🧷🐾🎧 we post literally whatever we feel like posting here. our tag system is absolutely nonexistent. you have been warned. we block liberally.

Cerberus Sys known headmates are Lennon (@boyswillbedogz) Sock (@sprkldawgz) & Autopsy (@visceralpuppy) Fizz (@fizzarolzi) & Mori (@starlit-caregiver). we're a median sys and often function fine as one person, esp offline. this is our shared blog.

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[canines-alter-creation]

can i get a level 3 exile tommyinnit headmate (who is a fear holder,trauma holder and persecuter other sys roles are up to you)

Exile arc my beloved, Exile innit my beloved. I hope this works! kinda a longer pack because We+ had a LOT to say.

> Name(s): Tom, Red, Boy, Mutt, Dog, Bunny, Rabbit

> Pronoun(s): it/that/thing

> Age: 15-17ish

> Gender: boything, genderless, vileic, unholything, missinggender, deadlivingboygender, humanthing

> Sexuality: cannot fathom any sort of sexual, romantic or platonic relationship due to being in a constant state of fear. 

> Role: fear holder/trauma holder & persecutor

> Source: Exileinnit

> Faceclaims:

> Sign-offs: 🔴, 🟥, 😀, :), 🏚️,

> Song theme:

> Front triggers(pos/neg/neu):

Exile doesn’t have any positive triggers, because it doesn’t want to front or be around. It is easily fronted by Source attached Dreams, may also front in dangerous or physically violent situations because he knows how to handle it. 

> Likes/dislikes:

+ being left alone, being ignored, being treated as an animal or less then

- being in trouble, making Dream angry, having people try to befriend it, being seen as human, feeling afraid or being cornered

> Personality: Very skittish and nervous, cannot think for thatself, will look towards others for guidance or to be told what to do. Doesn’t want to make friends or have people be close to thing. Doesn’t form its own opinions or likes/dislikes and prefers just being told exactly what to do. If people try to force it to be a person, or tries to separate it from Dream it becomes hostile and violent. 

> Ways they do their role: It primarily does its role by holding onto and experiencing trauma. Often it will take the trauma it holds or experienced and inflict it on the body and others. It doesn’t mean to do that, it just doesn’t know any other way. He may also relate or recall traumatic memories to others without realizing that they’re traumatic (i.e. “I have to do [blank] to be good” not realizing that what they’re saying is triggering/traumatic). May seek out other harmful alters or people to continue to harm it because that’s all he knows how to do. 

> Inner world occupation or behavior: Likely lives in a self-imposed exile. Prefers to be alone, doesn’t like to talk to or be around others. May be especially wary around sourcemates and only put their trust in Dream or Dream’s friends. If forced into front or around other alters may have panic attacks or need to be told they have Dream’s explicit permission to be there. Essentially, Exileinnit lives permanently in Exile, and lives through the same feelings and emotions over and over again. He will never be able to leave exile. 

> Possible outerworld behavior: Will be sketchy and tentative, will flee public situations or hole up somewhere to hide until people leave. If out in public with friends of the body or system he may try to get away from them or otherwise be hidden from them. May not trust that they have the best ideas or his best interest at heart. May seem panicked at all times no matter what. If cornered, may lash out against people to get away from them.

[bunidraws]

Alright headcannon time for aether and phantom!! (Here ya go @mutt-sys )

Tw: Mention of Abuse, abandonment

Aether and Phantom were brothers down in the out with heavy trauma. Little ant was burned badly by his mother and aether tried to protect him from it, getting his shoulder burned in the process. After that they left, (more or else got abandoned), and aether basically became his dad/hj. But once he was summoned, phantom thought he also abandoned him. He spent a year searching for him before giving up hope. Aether had no way of telling him where he was and it pained him. Once aether retired, he "overhears", (he was ease dropping), that they needed a new quinesstence ghoul for copia and he perked up, knowing his brother would be a perfect match. Phantoms summing went ok besides almost flipping out and loosing it of aether. Things were tense between them for a while until things started to clear your and now they are happy together again!

Also phantom has long term memory loss and does not remember most of fight where he got burned or aether leaving now.

[anotherbananasong]

@mutt-sys a little Rain in the forecast

[intheghoulden]

guys please stop dming me and sending me asks about mutt sys. i have my own things going on and i cannot continue to deal with this anymore. make your own posts or send your proof or stories to someone else.

it was proven he owned the account so i've done my part.

[skele-bunny]

sorry for asking but what is your stance on the whole mutt-sys stuff?

I'll speak on it once so nsjwdj

I'm extremely disappointed and upset. They had lied to my face multiple times when I had asked them and even previous conversations when I wasn't aware of any of these allegations and was just a friend listening to a vent. I place my trust very carefully, and I feel as if that was ripped away. With the recent proof that only confirms it, I only hurt more.

But I especially hurt for their victims. I hope they're able to heal and get the support they need. People like that have NO space in this community and just how they act like nothing's wrong? Like??? I'm sickened. But this isn't about me in the end 🤷

They need SERIOUS help and to get off social media. Their minor partner, I hope also gets help and out of that situation. The fact they said it's a "no sexual" relationship is not only even worse but also a straight lie as there's an account matching sick mutt claiming to be their partner and follows the same type.

Tldr; I do not support them.

[treehousesys2]

Welcome to angel valley. . .

Collective information:

MAIN BLOG: @treehousesys

Name: you can just call us River or Kenny, unless you know who I am fronting, then individual names are preferred.

Age: bodily we are 19 and in sys we are mostly around that age as well

Pronouns: he/it will do for any of us, but if you feel up to using individual pronouns go for it

System stuff: we are a medically recognized, traumagenic, introject heavy, DID system of currently 55ish beings.

Extras: collectively transmasc and gay

Boundaries (collective):

We don’t have set boundaries as our comfort level varies with every different variable, but we will block/ignore freely.

Alters list:

Frequent fronters: river/kenny, Toby, coy, riot, jasper.

Moderate fronters: mutt, oracle, Kenopsia, m, itward, wil, cupid.

Lesser fronters: bunny, nuke/toby, graves/vendetta, Victor, Thorne, Marjorine, calypso, Vincent/vienna, calcifer, trick, sunny/sonny, senri, Pete, Donnie.

Emergency only fronters: Dorian, Hael, samsara.

Unknown fronting status: bill, maverick/stan, max(ine), Michael, sally, sol, shadow hopper, snowbird/phil, techno.

Don’t/can’t front: angel, Cassidy, Ciel, Clara, jubilee, Ken, orchid nymphs, swamp thing, Thorne(2), valokas, forest fae, ???(1), ???(2), [REDACTED], rayne.

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I will update this and link alter intros to the name corresponding in this list, the names will be green once it is linked.

Also yes I did accidentally make this post on the wrong blog, yes we are going to ignore that