#paranoia holder

[the-silent-fellowship]

Symptom Holder Flags

[PT: Symptom Holder Flags]

Flags seen are: Paranoia Holder , Delusions Holder , and Hallucinations Holder

Flags and Symbols Used: Paranoia , Delusions , Hallucinations

[Paranoia ID: none yet]

[Delusion ID: none yet]

[Hallucinations ID: none yet]

[Tagging] @pluralterms , @system-term-archive , @pluralitywords , and @radiomogai

[12sidedsquare]

GOOD MORNING!!

MAY WE PERHAPS GET A USERBOX FOR A HEADMATE SAYING, "this alter is a paranoia holder. Please interact with care."?

WITH GREEN AND/OR FLORAL OR NATURE THEMES!

-🎠 (not an anon just a signoff)

This <blank> is a paranoia holder. Please interact with care.

[holder-culture-is]

Paranoia Holder Flag!

Flag made by us

ׂ╰┈➤ For alters that hold feelings of paranoia

Please reblog & credit if used !! :]

[redacted-coiner]

hi! do you think you could make a pixel for the role "ex-host / former host" using the flag by elpisflags? thank you either way :)

BPD Holder , Ex-Host , Atypical Dysphoria Holder

Paranoia Holder , Delusion Holder , Hallucination Holder

DNI is listed within my pinned post. Please go read it before interacting with any part of my content. Ask to tag.

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could i gwt a “this alter is a paranoia holder” userbox please ! ty in advance ><

[TEXT ID: “This alter is a paranoia holder”]

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Credit appreciated but not required !!

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[Text: This system has a paranoia holder that isn’t comfortable sharing who they are.]

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[phantom-0-writer]

scene 03: get in loser, we’re going shopping

original prompt: gotham academy's mentorship program

more at: table of contents

timeline: much later after scene 1 & 2

Danny and Damian sat at one of the corner tables in the library. Danny had finals coming up, and was busy reviewing the term’s worth of topics from all his classes. Damian, who had insisted on joining him, sat bored. having nothing left to study. 

Danny looked at the younger boy when he sighed for the 3rd time in the past five minutes. Deciding that maybe he should take a break and indulge Damian, Danny finished the last problem, and let his book shut with a loud finality. 

Damian looked up at him hopefully, “Are you done, now?” He asked. Danny could tell he was trying his best to not seem too eager, but Danny couldn’t help but laugh at his antics. 

“Yup,” packing his things away first, he waited for Damian, when he noticed what the boy had taken up in his boredom. “Woah, Damian.” He whispered in awe, picking up the paper closest to him. “You did this?” 

Damian seemed to need a moment to understand what Danny was referring to before becoming flustered and embarrassed, a soft pink spreading on his ears, “It was simply mindless work.” He sounded defensive, like someone had berated him for his artist interests before. Danny tried not to react to that, knowing Damian would probably find it insulting. 

The sketch was on the back of a math worksheet Damian had long since completed, it was of a fighter who seemed to be using his sword to attack a nondiscript opponent. Danny knew from his many intensive training sessions with Pandora that the figure's form was slipping into leaving them open for an easy frontal attack from their opponent, while simultaneously leaving the fighter to not have the range of motion they might need to defend themselves. Most of the lines of the drawing were scratchy and short but overly repeated giving the fighter the illusion of fast movement, directly in contrast the hard outline of the fighter’s form made it seem like the fighter was stuck in their position. 

Liminals and liminal-agencent people by definition did not have a strong awareness to manipulate ectoplasm consciously like other more ghostly beings could. Coincidentally, liminals tended to leak their own internally produced and stored ectoplasm when they acted on their deep emotions. Scientifically this usually showed itself as a person ‘harnessing their full potential’ in moments of crisis or in some more extreme and rarer cases accessing their metagene (meta’s were not to be confused with liminals or ghostly beings they hold few to no similarities outside of coincidence). Danny had known from the beginning that Damian was a liminal, likely from prolonged exposure to ectoplasm, and paradoxically had a difficult time understanding and accessing his own emotions. Emotional negligence was never healthy for an ectoplasmic being, and Danny knew it would be a long process for Damian to learn how to properly deal with his layered and complex emotions. 

  That being said, there was a steady level of ectoplasm spread over the paper, something that did not match what Danny would have expected from Damian’s current state with his emotional and subsequently his ectoplasmic abilities. The fighter was clearly a character Damian had either consciously or subconsciously created to represent himself. 

Danny could work with this. 

During the long moment of silence Damian seemed to have grown more and more anxious for Danny’s reaction. Danny let his emotions display easily on his face, wide eyed, “This is so good, Damian. I didn’t know you drew. Do you like art?” 

“I do not draw. Art is a meaningless waste of time and only those without higher goals would indulge in such an activity.” Damian sounded conflicted, and the words he was saying were pretty obviously echoed from what someone else had said to him. 

“That’s ridiculous,” Danny scoffed, “Art is a very important basis for almost everything. I mean it would feel pretty stale to live in a world where there was no uniqueness anywhere. Drawing, painting, writing, acting, sculpting, singing, or whatever else, are all unique forms of making something that no one else could truly ever recreate exactly. Even if it’s minute, there are always differences in the way that one person would commit to something than another person. It’s the basis of humanity and in the core of the human mind. If you try to block it so harshly from yourself, you’ll end up locking up an integral part of yourself that sets you apart from the other 7 million people on this planet.” 

Damain stood there, considering what Danny said. 

Not waiting another moment, Danny grabbed Damian’s bag heading out of the library. “What are you doing?” Damian asked suspiciously, quickly falling in step with Danny, grabbing his bag back. 

Danny smirked at him, “We’re going shopping, Loser.” 

Damian looked scandalied at the nickname, not understanding the reference. “I am not a loser.” he huffed. 

Danny just laughed as they waited for the next bus. Once they got to their stop and entered the store, Danny beelined for where he knew the art supplies to be. Damian followed behind him, unfamiliar with the store.

Sure, if Damian wanted, he could easily buy the more top of the line supplies, after all he was a Wayne. But Danny was pointedly a broke scholarship kid right now, and it didn’t sit right to let Damian pay for things he was buying, no matter how much of a trust fund kid he may be. Not that Danny was exactly broke, but he imagined the cashiers at their local supermarket wouldn’t appreciate him trying to pay for a sketchbook, a couple sketch pens and pencils, and a 25 pack of Crayola markers with solid gold coins. 

It was around 4:30 when they left the store with their stuff, Damian eyeing the bag curiously the whole time. They walked the rest of the way to a local cafe, and Danny sat Damian down. 

“Okay, we’ll be here for the next hour,” He pulled out his own sketchpad, the concepts filling the pages were more accurately  blueprints more than drawings, “Draw whatever you want.” 

“I don’t know what to draw.” Damian huffed, awkwardly taking the supplies from Danny, and examining his surroundings carefully. Damian sat in the corner for a while, blending into the surroundings as he watched how the world spun around him. Danny was half-way through reviewing one of his older designs when Damian finally decided to open the pack of pencils and the first strike on the paper was made. They stayed there for long over the allotted hour, both sucked into their own projects. 

“I finished.” Damian breathed in satisfaction, stretching his hand and back in his chair at the admission. 

Danny eyed him with curiosity. “Can I see?” He asked. Danny wasn’t sure how right he had been about Damian using drawing to help regulate his ectoplasm and emotions, and he wanted to check how consistent it would be. Also he was really curious to see what he had drawn. 

Damian looked a little bashful at his request, but he nodded, handing the sketch book over to Danny. Danny could easily feel the ectoplasmic energy scattered across the page, it wasn’t as constant as the first drawing had been, but it was still there. So he was right. 

The drawing this time was of what had likely originally meant to be the barista, based on the outlines of the industrial coffee machine and register that had started out but been forgotten later for the center of the piece. The man was wearing an apron similarly like the one the barista had been wearing and a similar uniform, but that was the only similarities that Danny could draw from his surroundings in the drawing. The man, unlike their teenaged barista, was quite aged, with thin but well groomed hair, and a mustache. He had a longer face scattered with wrinkles of old age. The old man was looking down, presumably working on something, and seemingly happy with whatever it was. The ecto-signature was more concentrated around the old man, leading Danny to believe it was someone Damian likely loved and admired. 

“You’re so good at this.” Danny complemented, honestly. “Did you have fun?” He asked, it was starting to get dark and they had stayed at the cafe longer than Danny had asked him to without complaint. 

“Yeah, I did.” He answered after a moment. Danny ruffled his hair affectionately, “Hey, you’re gonna mess it up.” He complained, making no effort to remove himself. 

“C’mon, let’s get you home. I have to go to work soon.” Danny led them out of the store, just in time for an expensive looking black car to pull around the bend and expertly stop in front of him. 

“Young Master Damian, I’ve come to pick you up.” An old British gentleman spoke from the driver seat, it was the man from the drawing. 

“Understood, Alfred.” Damian turned to hand the art supplies back to Danny. 

“They’re yours.” Danny refused. 

“I’ll take care of them.” Damian promised, placeing the supplies carefully inside his book bag. 

“I’m sure you will.” Danny nodded, stepping back so the car could drive away. 

“Mister Daniel, I would have no problem taking you home as well. It is quite late now.” The driver spoke kindly. It surprised Danny how accurate Damian had drawn that picture without so much as a reference. 

“No it’s alright.” Danny waved away the idea, “I have to go to work now, and it’d be too out of the way for you.” He explained. 

The driver didn’t press, but Danny noticed how his eye caught on something in the distance before he bid his farewells and left. 

Danny made his way to the bus stop, and waited, mindlessly scrolling through his phone. Moments later another older teen approached the bus stop as well, waiting idly for the transport to arrive. He had black hair with a white tuft in the front, a sign of prolonged ectoplasmic exposure Danny knew all too well, roughly 6’ and some inches, and wore a hood of his red jacket over half his head. 

Danny supposed it was fitting for someone who called himself the Red Hood. 

The bus arrived, and both Danny and his co-passenger got at the stop before Arkham Asylum. Park Row AKA Crime Alley. By the time Danny clocked in and changed into his uniform for his shift it was already dark outside. 

“Welcome to BatBurger.” He said in chorus with the rest of the workers at the bell chime of the door opening. The man walked to the counter silently, his white tuft of hair skillfully swept under a baseball cap he hadn’t had before. When he approached Danny’s station, Danny took his order, and right before completing the transaction, as per procedure, “Can I get a name for your order?” He asked. 

“Jason Todd.” 

[trauma-holder-culture-is]

trauma holder culture is feeling constant dread that someone is going to kill us, even when there's nothing triggering the fear

Trauma holder culture is...

[shalom-iamcominghome]

Since chanukah is over, I'll share one gift I did receive for this special occasion!

A burn. From my chanukiah. The oven was set at the default temperature (350°F/177°C). It was a biting reminder that I am alive and - more importantly - fallible. 7/10 gift.

[headmate-ideas]

can we get a pack for an eye object head? (if they would be called that..we don't know if there's something else/similar to it) it's also an agender lesboy using it/its, and a creature carer/animal caretaker and paichmate! thank you!

emojis -> 👁️🤍🪽💀

[Brought to you by: Mods Venn and Hadley!]

👁️ HEADMATE TEMPLATE 💀

✦ Name(s): Jack, Ellian, Skully ✦ Pronouns: it/its, x/xs/xself, vae/vaer/vaers/vaerself, 💀/💀s/💀self, 👁️/👁️s/👁️self ✦ Species: eye object head ✦ Age: two years younger than body ✦ Role(s): paranoia holder, anxiety holder, dissociation holder, socializer, paichmate, destressor, creature carer, animal caretaker ✦ Labels: agender, lesboy, genderthing, inbissiec ✦ Xenos: death, the void, eldritch ✦ Interests/likes: MOGAI, games, cemeteries ✦ Dislikes: sunny days ✦ Music taste: goth rock, pop punk, industrial metal ✦ Aesthetic(s): 2020s emo, gamercore, weirdcore ✦ Kins: rats, octopi, the moon ✦ Emoji proxy: 👁️💀 ✦ Details:

Jack is an eye object head with black wings that wears emo-leaning alternative fashion but with a lot of white where the fashion would tend to use black. It suffers from anxiety, paranoia, and dissociation, and it frequently has moments where it is convinced the system's friends hate them. It may need help from the system's caretakers in difusing cognitive distortions. However, when it is not actively experiencing paranoia, it is very friendly and likes everybody the rest of the system does. Jack loves games of any kind, especially video games and board games. It likes playing them with the system's friends to socialize, but it also likes playing games on its own to destress. It also loves animals, especially the syspets of the system, and it fronts when they're in front to take care of them. If the system have pets external to the system, Jack also enjoys taking care of them.

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

[euclydya]

How is my favorite gang doing??

we are!! okay!! it's been fuckin HOT out so we haven't been able to go on any walks or even sit outside fbdjdjskdkdskf so The Saint's been drawing a TON the past few days instead :3c

everything's been chill sys-wise too tho i think we might have a hyperfixation fictive™ forming idk. The Vibes R A Bit Off. I'll have to check into that shit later jadjfjfjdjsjfj

-Electrochem

[carnage-cathedral]

oh. and our whole system is being stalked simply because we sent support to a moot who's being stalked by an abusive ex. so that's fun

[handsoffthefuckinshield]

is everyone calm yet? or are we doing this temper tantrum all day?

[holder-culture-is]

Paranoia holder culture is

“1..2…3…4….”

“I can’t look out the window”

“I can’t sleep at the end of the house what I’d someone breaks in and I can’t save my family in time!!”

Not getting a text from our brother when he’s at school leads to “what if he had another school shooting? What if I never got to say I love you before he died?” And he’s just in a strict class

I hate it here (💫3) of -🦇🩸

Paranoia is so annoying :( I really hope you’re doing better now, I hate being paranoid. Much love to all the paranoia holders!! ^^

[only-man-in-the-sky]

new tone tag called /nbhuyahbsiwciryfgowmbh which stands for "nobody here unless you are here blog spying in which case I'll rip your fucking guts out with my bare hands"

[council-of-colors]

Me core :)