#plural coning

[the-silent-fellowship]

CreepyPasta Fictive

[PT: Creepypasta Fictive]

A flag for fictives(/fictive adjacent intojects) sourced from CreepyPasta stories/projects.

[ID: two rectangular flags with 6 stripes, coloured as such from top to bottom: light pink, light red, red, dull dark red, dark red, darker red. the first flag has a white creepypasta symbol, which is a painter-esq messy circle with an x overlapping it. End ID]

(ID Credit : @local-yurei)

[dandelion-system]

Gotta love it when someone yells at you and blames you for a situation neither of you could control because they can’t regulate their emotions enough to handle panic, guilt, shame, fear, anxiety, sadness etc so they resort to anger.

It’s not your fault. You did your best. Don’t let them get to you.

[frecht]

listening to these two guys talking and I'm 90% sure the one guy is making up everything he's saying or he just fell for facts online that are actually false and the other one is eating it UP

[that-one-xachster]

Megumi x Childhood Bestie!Reader Hcs part two

ok I'm continuing this lmfao

so lets get to the part after go/joe kidnaps itadori

and you're just chilling with megumi in his room questioning all life choices

and he's questioning life itself

"crabs probably think fish can fly"

"...what did you eat today"

"tuna mayo"

"istg if you pull the Inumaki crap-"

"bean bags are boneless sofas"

"wHaT"

"...I want a beanbag."

*audibly sighs*

so yeah very fun

and you have a sleepover with him bc like

why not

and drama

so let's say todays that very special once in a lifetime day that you fall asleep INSTANTLY

and like just boom "I'm tired" you're knocked out

and megumi's just there like "gurl??"

my bro is absolutely done cause you're like taking up most of his bed

and personal space

give the man a break 😔✋

so he tries shoving you a lil to the side

keyword: tries

but you're a stubborn person so you don't budge

also you're gripping the bed for dear life in your sLEEP-

you haven't grown out of it lmao

megumi pulls his iconic face and is just

absolutely done at this point

so-

he's known you since childhood anyway right

and you're asleep right

right

so you won't mind if he just plops on top of you and cuddle-spoons you while your sleeping to create space right 😊

just to create space

you don't mind even when you're awake but megumi doesn't know that-

so yes he lies on top of you- wraps an arm around your waist- and spoons you while he falls asleep-

im giggling squealing kicking my feet writing this don't mind me

so yes he's still spooning you while you're asleep-

and in the morning he wakes up first ehe-

bc sleep = none or sleep = all

"all's well thats well for me"

iykyk

but you're still sleeping

and its like 7:30 am

its too early for this shit

so he just stays in bed cuddling you

and boom half an hour later you wake up

but you pretend to be sleeping heh

why

plot

so you two are technically cuddling rn and then my bro realizes that your awake-

and hes like

"oh good morning"

yeah we're totally gonna gaslight

"good morning to you too"

we're gonna keep up the gaslighting

so you turn around and you're facing megumi and you're like what time is it he's like 8:30 am or sum

so you both get up bleh the boring stuff

AND THIS IS THE MOMENT WHERE ITADORI IS GETTING SHOWN HIS ROOM SO-

YOU SEE WHERE THIS IS GOING

so then megumi walks out of the room but you're still inside cause why not

and then itadori and megumi have some bro talk and you just pop up behind megumi-

itadori sHRIEKS

gojos like 'did u two have a sleepover 😼'

and megumi ofc is like 'why do you care'

and itadori goes-

GASPPP ARE YOU TWO DATING???

the way your faces heat up so fast

FACES

WITH AN S

PLURAL

MEGUMI'S BLUSHING TOO

and hes like 'what the f no i'm not dating this idiot here'

you're like 'i wish 😔'

tHE WAY HE BLUSHES HARDER

no this does not go unnoticed by gojo and he whips out his phone faster than lightning mcqueen and bombards him with pictures

'smile for the camera megumi~'

'boy if you don't shut your skin tone chicken bone google chrome no home flip phone disowned ice cream cone garden gnome extra chromosome metronome dimmadome genome full blown monochrome student loan Indiana jones overgrown flintstone x and Y chromosome hormone friend zone Sylvester Stallone Sierra loan autozone professionally seen silver patrone head ass up-'

yes I had to

anyway y'all gotta go pick up the other first year aka nobara

and you're like

"OOH OOH GOJO SENSEI BOY OR GIRL"

"hehe you'll see"

so you make all of them speed to wherever the hell yer picking her up

idt I mentioned you slept in the car and your head was on megumis shoulder eheh

itadori kept teasing him and won't let him live it down fr

so yk nobara and her iconic scene

you have no shame

and you drink your respect women juice

im trying to make this gender neutral 😭

you see the uniform and you're cheering her on so much like

"WOO YEAHHH- PUT HIM IN HIS PLACE YOU GO GIRL-"

and shes like tf is this crazy bish doing

but you're just really excited to have another person in the group cause being around the same uh 7-8 people can get boring

so you meet her and you're pretty excited

"be glad boys, you're getting another girl in the group."

now that drops your opinion

so you have a smol idea

to uh

you whisper something in her ear and the wAY HER EXPRESSION DROPS

guess what you said <3 bc ik ofc I wanna see what y'all think

anyhoo so then shes like WHAT THE HELL and drops it

and boom you pull your feminine/masculine/nonbinary wiles and she's now your bestie

and gojo says we're going sOmEwHeRe

and nobara and itadori get so excited

yk the EJWRHTKWJEHTAUIETHR and the hugging gojo

you're standing next to megumi though cause you know whats coming

the way their face drops when y'all go to that messed up school- was it a school?

anyway yuji and nobara go in and you're outside with megumi and gojo

y'all are sitting down nearby

you're tired af with this shit so you just plop your head down in megumi's lap and no questions he just lets you

<3

and hes running his fingers through your HAIRRRRR

*screaming*

so you have some lovey-dovey time and gojo sneaks a picture cause he low-key ships you two

and after the two come out y'all just walk back very nice day

okay moving on from the boring stuff he goes back to his dorm

is developing a crush ehe

so hes just lying in bed thinking like

WHY TF AM I FEELING THIS WAY OVER THAT IDIOT RAHHHH

poor guys conflicted

but good for you hehe

sigh I'm tired ill write a part 3 later lmao

[rakoval500k-blog]

Diabolocervus, The Not-Deer, or my take on Not-Deer cryptid/creepypasta as a dangerous, foul-tempered and hog-eating Entelodontid, which i dubbed "Diabolocervus". NSFW for partially eaten feral hog.

In the forests of the Appalachian Mountains, an elusive creature is said to be seen. It is said to resemble a normal deer when one looks at it from afar, yet this resemblance wanes steadily as you are closing the distance to it. Size that rivals that of the very largest bull moose(plural), heavier bodily build, long legs that are thicker than that of any actual deer, strange, seemingly undersized antlers and the form of its head are the features that catch one’s eye.

But the entirety of its ferocious exterior reveals itself when this animal is just in the several dozens of yards from whomever is looking at it, and even more is revealed when it is found after a successful hunt. It looks with the pair of sharp, forward facing eyes highlighted by thick, bright-colored brow ridges and characteristic, highly pronounced cheekbones. Underneath the wide snout remotely resembling that of a hyena, one sees a maw with massive canine teeth. The size and bulk of these jaws suggests that this beast is indeed capable of breaking skulls and legs with its monstrous bite. The coarse, tough coat of the Not-Deer resembles that of a wild boar rather than that of a deer. The tail is short, with a large dark brush. The hooves are unlike that of deers either - these are sharp and more separated, evolved for doubling as an offensive weapon.

The overall impression of this animal might remind the viewer about something that could exist in the ancient times, long before humans started walking straight, yet long after the extinction of dinosaurs. And it is, in fact, an actual descendant of such an animal. It is a vestige of the long-gone era of Miocene - an Entelodont, to be precise. Its “antlers” have, in fact, gradually evolved from enormous cheekbone protrusions seen in the skull of Archaeotherium. The reason why the bone growths of that particular Entelodont lineage moved upwards and to the back of the skull is a subject of debates. These “antlers” mostly consist of keratin, with only a lower, basic part of it being an extension of a skull, which resembles the horns of a pronghorn, despite being so different externally. Much like the pronghorn, the keratinous part of these horns gets shed and regrows annually. Female horns are usually smaller than that of bulls.

The brain compartment is several times larger than that of any other known entelodont, and enables this animal to have problem-solving skills, as well as an astonishing memory. The not-deer is an omnivore, and employs plenty of different strategies and tactics for hunting and foraging alike. For example, the diabolocervus can instantly switch one tactic for another when hunting a feral hog, its newly-emerged favourite prey. When a family unit of not-deers comes to forage for pine cones, the father bull, being of greater height, stands up to use his front legs and horns to drop the cones for the cow and calves. The not-deer’s ability to stand and walk on its extremely powerful hind legs is often used for reaching high-hanging food as well as for intimidation and defence.

The aforementioned intelligence could evolve under the pressure of advanced predators such as big saber-toothed and normal-toothed cats and short-nosed bears that were capable of robbing these entelodonts of their food supply, as well as hunt the entelodonts themselves. The reproduction rate of a not-deer is relatively low: 1-2 calves can be born after 1 year of pregnancy, with a maturity threshold of 4-5 years for cows and 5-7 years for bulls. Because of this, the not-deers have to use their intelligence for prolonged and meticulous biparental care for their offspring. Depending on exact environmental circumstances, the family unit may consist of 1 bull, 1-2 cows, 1-3 calves and 1-3 subadults. The overall number of specimens per family rarely exceeds 4-6 individuals. The sub-adult not-deers participate in protecting and helping younger calves, as well as aid their parents at hunting. Not-deer leaves its family when it reaches 450-600 kilograms of weight. In their period between leaving a family and creating their own, not-deers of both sexes form small male-only and female-only groups of 2-3 individuals. When it comes to contesting for females, not-deer bulls are relatively unaggressive towards each other, and prefer displaying feats of strength and intimidation rather than fighting each other directly. Even if the rare instance of fighting occurs, it doesn’t go past minor wounds. The not-deers generally prefer to hold a non-violent attitude towards each other, and are capable of solving their disputes through communication, for which they utilise diverse vocalisations and tail movements. However, they’re highly elusive and foul-tempered when it comes to interacting with other species. 

As for its affection for the pork - feral hogs are abundant, and most of them are nearly defenseless even against a mature cow, let alone a mature bull. If a hog tries to attack a not-deer’s legs with its tusks, it gets a snout-breaking hoof strike - that is if it didn’t get the skull-crushing bite or bled from other wounds beforehand. The defending hog has very few chances of ever damaging the not-deer’s high-slung body, while not-deer can wreck this prey with both kicks and bites. While the hog can utilise its maneuverability in the forest, a family unit of not-deers is oftenly capable of driving the hog to an open terrain and catching it there.

[canmom]

I just read A Summoning! I really liked it. I’ve been told authors enjoy long-form comments, so if that’s true for you then here’s a reflection that got quite personal:

The use of second-person made me feel like I was looking in a mirror and the mirror was speaking into existence what it saw in me. I don’t think I’ve ever read something like that from a trans fem perspective. My social context (skewing heavily trans masc) is very invested in this sort of “listening and learning” approach, conspicuously uplifting and deferring to the sociopolitical opinions of trans fems because how could we possibly presume to understand their experience? Reading this knocked some sense into me about how alienating that must be from the other end. I don’t happen to be a trans girl, but why would that mean their experiences aren’t relatable to me? It seems absurd and unhelpful and dehumanizing and dangerous and just mean to reject that fact. Maybe this is just a painting of my own shortcomings, but I’m so glad that your story gave me an opportunity to connect better.

Some parts I found compelling and relatable:

- The self-shrinking, both physically and by the narrowing of memory. Painful but relatively brief experiences consume and overpower the narrative of self.

- Unwanted and painful bodily changes, and contending with the potential of taking agency to make further changes that are painful but (more or less) wanted.

- Plurality of the body, especially related to pain or division (dismemberment). This one hit me once for being bigender, and the a second time for chronic pain and old injuries.

I also greatly appreciated the intention and good research you put into describing the clothing. Historical costuming is a big interest of mine, and it always warms my heart when artists share that priority with me.

Also the esoterica cum gore (Latin pun intended) was delicious.

Thank you so much! This is exactly the sort of thoughtful comment I really appreciate getting <3

I think that 'how could we possibly understand' is a trap (hehehe... sorry). It's something that tended to get pushed very hard in the 2010s, this sort of standpoint epistemology thing, taken from a matter of courtesy (along the lines of don't talk down to people) to this kind of presumption of the intrinsic unknowability. Which is self-defeating! You've gotta believe communication is actually possible!

I plan to go into this more at some point but one thing I really perceived when I was on LSD a few weeks ago was a separation of the different faculties or parts of my mind; how much even different parts of the brain have their own spaces of concepts, like a sense of conceptual, image-like thinking that was being interpreted by the linguistic part of my brain; how all these elements work in concert to make 'me' happen. this was in part inspired by learning more about how artificial neural nets such as LLMs work, which encode concepts as vectors in high-dimensional spaces.

anyway the point being, communication within the brain and communication between brains, it's the same problem. we are attempting to map information that has meaning in one space to a corresponding meaning in another. and the way we do that is language. when I say 'red', it excites the various associations that my net of neurons has with certain sensory perceptions, a signal from my cone cells and so on. those are unique to my brain, unique even to different parts of my brain. but, by associating that word with a common experience, it's possible to excite the corresponding, analogous (or as I became convinced was a word when I was tripping, analogistical) set of associations in your brain. I think of it with a physics metaphor: thoughts are a lot like oscillations, normal modes and so on.

so we may not have had the exact same experience, the pattern of thoughts that get excited in your brain when I say 'red' are in no way identical to the ones in mine. but we are able to use the word as an anchor point, to excite oscillations in our respective brains that allow a back-and-forth to happen. if you talk about redness, I can imagine what you might be seeing by invoking my experience of redness, and vice versa.

so, for example, I haven't personally experienced what it is like to, say, live under anti-black racism, any more than you have experienced what it's like to be a trans woman. in fact, I haven't experienced a good many of the infinite contradictory things that one would consider to be part of The Canonical Transfem Experience(TM) either. but, if you're willing to listen, it's possible I can bring up analogous experiences and say, this is what my life's been like, and what other people told me they experienced, and these are some theories I find relevant, and perhaps excite some memory in you of what your life's been like that you can use to imagine what I'm on about.

the skill of a really good artist is to find the words, images, symbols, expressions, sensory effects, etc. etc. that can get across some of that inner world, that particular set of experiences, and let you construct something analogous in your own head. it will never be exactly the same, it is a limited channel and how you interpret it will be specific to your particular set of thought-resonances, but that doesn't matter. it's close enough to be meaningful.

thomas nagel famously asked if it's possible to know what it's like to be a bat, equipped with a sense that we humans lack. well, we don't know exactly what it's like to be a bat, but we can try to imagine it based on what we know about bats and what we do know. we can construct experiments in human echolocation, or use or knowledge in the differences between sound and light to imagine what echolocation would 'look like'. and we can build up a more detailed sense of bats by closely observing them (another @baeddel post: the amateur ethology one), so we can get a sense of the different ways bats act in different contexts, the nuances of specific bats, etc. etc. unfortunately we can't tell the bats what we've come up with and have them confirm or deny it! we are very limited in our channels of communication with most animals.

humans, on the other hand, have this absolutely insane invention we call language. we don't know exactly what it's like to be another person, but we can tell each other through the shared protocol, and that's a feedback loop, which will tend to bring our internal resonances more into concordance with each other. so the more we talk, the more curiosity we engage in, the better we understand each other.

(maybe the hippies were onto something with all that vibrations talk.)

so, all in all, I'm glad that my story made my experiences more comprehensible to you! in fact that's maybe the highest compliment you can give me, so thanks very much :3

and just to confirm your thought there - idk what it's like in your scene, but personally, I never want deference. I want friends. I want someone to meet me halfway, and take me seriously, but that also means if I'm talking shit, I don't want anyone to be like, ah, this sounds like bullshit but it must be mysterious transfem deep knowledge, inaccessible if you don't belong to this specific canonical demographic. like lmao what is that. even if one person is more knowledgeable about a thing than another so the information goes mostly one-way - a good teacher pays attention to and listens to their students. it's never only one-way.

(social media fucking sucks why are we on it)

long tangent aside, thanks for reading my story <3 i am super grateful for every engaged and thoughtful comment that anyone ever gives, that is absolutely the best thing you can ever get when you make an art. I have thought this and that about whether this story was any good, but hearing this makes me glad i wrote it and glad I finally released it. I can't wait to send out some more more freaky shit from the inside of this brain.

[zl4ta-exe]

drdt spoilers kinda(some fron ep13 ch2 too)

so im really starting to think secret that david said belongs to xander is actually terukos

I've seen someone has done a schene with secrets of how they form a small "circle"(i saw it here on tumblr but i already cant find it sorry😓😓😓). the confirmed circle was j→charles→eden→arturo and back to j

so with that in mind there can be teruko→rose→whit→david and then we would cone back to teruko. i really like the idea of her having that secret cuz thats just so interesting

but if it is true and david lied about who that secret belongs to i just wonder why. i dont see any reason david would do that (i mean blackmailing but i doubt its actually it)

another sort of a reason is how savid lookes at twruko after she said her secret was about the dead family

i dont know if that eveb counts as a reason cuz its only my thoughts,but i think he actually looks like he knows the truth but i dunno at this point

update: plus i remember her saying that she's an orphan and never met her parents,she only had a brother. but the secrets says siblings, plural. so and in that bonus episode xander saud about how his fanily died when he was studying abroad(or smth like that i dont exactly remember), the episode itself is even called visiting graves

because of all that i really think that xanders secret is actually terukos,yet again why would david lie about it. i mean he defended xander earlier before so what was that for

also,not relevant,but im still wondering when will they bring up terukos prosopagnosia(the face blind thingy) because i think it should be relevant to something

(also because of that moment i realised i might be face blind )

[is-this-plural]

is this plural ask

(Spoilers for dungeon meshi chapter… 25+ i think? i don rememby exactly but spoilers anyways!!! and definitely spoilers for anime only watchers!!)

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Falin and izutsumi

after a difficult resurrection, falin ends up with 2 souls in one body, hers and a red dragons, and even after the problems from that are dealt with, the two on them are still left in the same body together, just with the dragon being much smaller and not having as much influence.

we dont get to see how it cones to be with izutsumi but its a similar thing, two souls in one body, but cat instead of dragon, and we even get to see in a later chapter that both souls have different likes and preferences for things! (the mosquitoe chapter)

not the most overtly plural stuff but still counts i think!

rating: yeah they seemed plural to us too!

[livseses]

"I don't think you're not a system, I just think you're in denial of your trauma, or didn't think it was bad enough."

I know that there's a bunch of ways that this is fucked up, but I want to focus on one:

We know what our fucking trauma was and know it was certainly fucking "bad enough"

I'm reeeeeeeally fucking pissed about this take.

Like, the places we see the most amount of "anything is bad enough to be traumatizing" and "all trauma is valid" cone from inclusive fucking spaces.

And all of the "you must have had it this bad to be plural" comes from sysmed/anti-endo spaces.

And all of that aside

We know that our trauma is fucking bad enough.

Jesus fucking christ we are not in denial of shit at this point.

And we still don't think that trauma caused our system.

"But you're just in denial of how bad it was then right?"

Nope! There is a broken fucked up trail of trauma that's been following us our entire life. It was bad. It still didn't cause our system.

"Oh but you're denying the role it played in your system!"

Again, Nope! We've pieced together where a lot of our responses come from and how they factor into our plurality. Still didn't cause it.

Our brain just works this way. The trauma we have isn't an inherent part of us. Our plurality is. We cannot think in any way other than a plural one, and never could. I don't think we started out as a system, but I think having one was an inevitability.

But that doesn't really fit the narrative right? So you'll keep coming back to "You're just in denial."

[motownfiction]

recipe book

It all started with a recipe book.

When Linda started to work longer hours outside the house, and Daniel married Sadie, Lola didn’t have a lot of options. At first, it was fun – running through Burger King with Katie three or four nights a week, bumming a couple slices of Little Caesars pizza from Kevin if he was around, eating a big bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios with a wooden spoon. But it got old. So, one night, right in the middle of her first year of college, she decided to make a burger by herself.

And it was perfect.

It wasn’t like a backyard burger, either. It tasted real, like something you’d get at the cutest little hole-in-the-wall on your road trip to wherever. Lola couldn’t stop talking about it for a week. Burgers turned into chicken tenders, and chicken tenders turned into chicken wings, damn near better than the ones you’d get at a Coney Island. It wasn’t two months before Lola was cutting up potatoes and onions to turn them into fries and rings. By the middle of 1988, you didn’t need a Burger King anymore. You just needed an invitation to Lola DeLuca’s house.

For her twentieth birthday the following year, Daniel bought her a recipe book.

For your future restaurants, he said, and Lola never forgot the plural.

She remembers it today, more than twenty years later, as she stands behind the door to her very first – her very own – diner. It used to be Abby’s, but when Abby retired, she sold the place to Lola under one condition: that she make it her own. As the girl with Sno-Cone earrings, Lola never had any trouble with that. She takes a deep breath and opens the door.

And the laughter keeps coming in.

[pathfinderunlocked]

Mini-Vitreous - CR2 Aberration

A minion of a Vitreous, which also works as a standalone creature.

Artwork by Numfon on Kindpng.

Vitreous is a giant eyeball boss surrounded by a cloud of smaller eyeballs from Legend of Zelda: A Link to the Past, and is similar to the creature Wart from Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask. Vitreous is a better name, though. Its name comes from the vitreous humor, which is the clear gel that's found inside the eyeballs of vertebrates.

I also created a stat block for a full-sized vitreous, but this isn't a full-sized one. It's one of its spawn. A vitreous reproduces by laying clusters of eggs, which hatch into dozens of mini-vitreous minions. These mini-vitreous minions often attach themselves to a vitreous's body,

A vitreous is a creature native to swamp and aquatic areas. Although very dangerous, it's also rather vulnerable, so it surrounds itself with a protective layer of smaller eyeballs - which is to say, with a layer of these creatures, its offspring. These offspring rely on the parent vitreous to survive, so they have little choice but to put up with the prospect of being used as a shield. They just hope they aren't the unlucky one to get hit.

Vitreouses... erm... vitrei? What would be the correct plural? Vitrei aren't intelligent, but are violently aggressive towards other creatures, largely because they assume that everything is a threat that intends to kill them. They're omnivores that dissolve creatures and plants with their slime and then feed by consuming the nutrient-filled slime.

Mini-Vitreous - CR 2

This oversized eyeball is the size of a human torso, and drips with slime.

XP 600 N Small aberration (aquatic) Init +4 Senses darkvision 60 ft.; Perception +17

DEFENSE

AC 15, touch 15, flat-footed 11; (+4 Dex, +1 size) hp 19 (3d8+6) Fort +2, Ref +5, Will +4 Immune electricity Weaknesses large weak point, vulnerability to slashing and piercing

OFFENSE

Speed 30 ft., swim 40 ft. Melee slam +5 (1d4+3 plus 1d4 acid plus mini-vitreous slime) Space 5 ft.; Reach 5 ft. Special Attacks attach to vitreous

STATISTICS

Str 14, Dex 19, Con 12, Int 1, Wis 12, Cha 6 Base Atk +2; CMB +3; CMD 17 (can’t be tripped) Feats Ability Focus (mini-vitreous slime), Weapon Focus (slam) Skills Acrobatics +8, Perception +17, Swim +14; Racial Bonus +12 Perception

SPECIAL ABILITIES

Attach to Vitreous (Ex) A mini-vitreous can attach itself to an adjacent vitreous, or detach itself, as a free action. While attached, it moves automatically with the vitreous and provides bonuses to the vitreous (see the vitreous's statistics). An attached mini-vitreous can be forcibly knocked loose by a combat maneuver or other effect as easily as a creature climbing on a wall can be knocked off the wall.

A mini-vitreous that is attached to a vitreous moves rapidly around its body to different positions. Single-target attacks against a mini-vitreous while it is attached to a vitreous work normally, but area attacks treat 50% of the attached mini-vitreous minions as having full cover, with the vitreous's body blocking line of sight and line of effect from the area attack's point of origin to those creatures. As such, only half of the attached mini-vitreous minions are affected by most area attacks (including burst, line and cone attacks, although area effects such as a cloud that do not rely on line of effect work normally).

If a vitreous is killed, any surviving attached mini-vitreous minions immediately detach.

Large Weak Point (Ex) Any attack against a mini-vitreous has its critical threat range doubled. This effect doesn’t stack with any other effect that expands the threat range of an attack.

Mini-Vitreous Slime (Ex) A creature hit by 3 slam attacks from any mini-vitreous creatures in the span of 24 hours must succeed on a DC 14 Fortitude save or take 1 point of Con damage. After making this saving throw, the counter resets, and the target must be hit by 3 more slams before it must save again. A creature reduced to 0 Con by this effect is dissolved into slime, and thus cannot be resurrected except by true resurrection or a similar ability, since its body is destroyed. The save DC is Constitution-based.

[the-silent-fellowship]

Mood Booster (System Role)

[PT: Mood Booster (System Role)]

“A mood booster is a headmate who boosts the overall mood of the system. Commonly, they can be very cheerful.” - Pluralpedia(link)

[ID: None yet]

[Tagging] @radiomogai, @pluralitywords, @pluralterms, and @plurality-faq

[Reposting on] @blood-moon-night-coining

[whitelimousinesdraggingtime]

A sort of book review

She saw the last dregs of sunlight glinting fiery orange off the fence, which was painted silver to mimic the kind of well-kept metal no university could really afford, or at least she thought that the LED light from the streetlamp across from her was those last dregs of sunlight, or perhaps she hoped it was, as the moon rose, a sliver of opal brightness in the rapidly darkening sky that matched more perfectly that LED streetlamp than it did the yellow-green-lilac glow of the sun’s belated, western-edge of a time zone good night to her.

It wasn’t really saying good night to her, but to everybody along that particular horizon, which included the many people inside asleep or working, who wouldn’t quite notice the sun disappearing again as it did every night.

This is not to say she was better for having noticed it; the noticing didn’t happen for her every night, only if she happened to be outside or at the window, and it probably didn’t happen more often than for anybody else, although she made a point of the people around her knowing that she searched often for it, enough that they occasionally, noticing it themselves, pointed it out to be sure she wouldn’t complain yet again that perhaps the sun didn’t even really set here, but rather faded slowly away as if in some apocalyptic novel in which the solar system would end not with the expansion of that essential central star, but with its sudden—or gradual—disappearance.

No, she wasn’t superior for having noticed the sunset this time. Indeed, she was rather late, having only just finished a book about half an hour later than, according to her mendacious weather app, the sun was supposed to really have set, and, upon finally extracting herself from the emotion-logged pages, had been taken aback by the continued brightness of the sky and how it gleamed flatly off that faux-chrome fence and especially by how it failed to shine quite so effectively off of the square-backed orange plastic Adirondack chair she was sitting in, which she marveled at for its complete failure to make her homesick for the touristy beachfront Adirondacks she had grown up around.

That chair was chained to the chairs around it and to the offending fence itself, perhaps in the hope that a chain would dissuade overeager (overserved, even) college students from taking it back to their dorms as a not-quite-shiny, underwhelming trophy of their intoxicated bravery and recklessness, not unlike the traffic cones and street signs that no doubt proliferated in the residence halls she was surrounded by.

The chain that saved this particular chair from that fate was not the black iron of a dungeon, but a rather cheery, industrial thing wrapped mostly in yellow plastic, a sign that whoever had installed it was concerned about pinching themself in its links or perhaps, more charitably, concerned that the aforementioned college students, in their inebriated clumsiness, would hurt themselves on it while trying to claim their hard-fought criminal evidence.

Regardless, her musings on the topic were cut with strongly held convictions from birds and fireflies, the former of whom seemed to massively disagree with her even having thoughts on the matter of whether the light on this fence, which was ostensibly responsible for dividing their domain of grass and trees from hers of metal and cement and paint attempting to convince her and the other denizens of this quadrangle that they were really having the kind of luxe experience formerly reserved for American aristocrats taking a cruise off of Cape Cod, was from their adored warmth-giver or from her cold, artificial, miraculous LED lamp, and the latter of whom mostly just each wanted to find a lover, which they planned to accomplish through ever more cryptic Morse codes produced by their even-more-miraculous bioluminescent abdomens.

Or was it their thoraces?

Was that even the plural of thorax?

She was an aspiring chemist, perhaps an aspiring materials scientist, but most certainly not an aspiring biologist.

As an especially astute reader can probably surmise, her concentration on the particular quality and direction of the light was also marred by her innate tendency to wander off on some deer path of a train of thought, especially if not penned in by the creative constraint of an English assignment, which this was not, or by the focus-bringing qualities of putting pen to paper or finger to keys.

A MENSA inductee would certainly notice that this train of thought has since been re-examined and put to paper, or at least to the closest thing to paper a digital space has to offer, although the nature of the internet as a “global forum” may indeed require its entries to be viewed more as speeches by philosophical Romans, which is, in most scenarios, how an internet-dweller might prefer to think of themself, including both the apparent contradiction between a society so notedly strict in their philosophical habits and the looseness and the diversity of thought supposed to exist on the internet, as well as the reality apparent to most that strictness of philosophical habit is a rather enduring requirement of most web-based communities, so perhaps there is something more focused and yet more in the realm of unreality and abstraction about this twice-removed experience of a person’s thoughts past 9 post-meridiem on a Sunday evening, when that Sunday didn’t even really begin until two and a half hours post-meridiem, or even later, after her second double shot of espresso, which contained a significantly smaller amount of milk than the first.

Indeed, just in the half-hour since the entry began to be written down, she has already realized her propensity for the word “perhaps” might just be grating and repetitive to the eyes—or metaphorical ears, if one considers the forum model of the internet—if her readers do not love it near as much as she does.

She briefly wonders how she has already gotten so far removed from the technology-free musings she experienced earlier, when the battery on her phone proclaimed itself dead and in doing so demonstrated that it did indeed still have some energy, at least enough to power the desperate, pleading illustration that showed rather inaccurately exactly where and to what depth one must insert a charging cable to return it to a nigh-alive being and not an extraordinarily expensive brick.

But she must have considered (mustn’t she?) that those musings were precipitated precisely from the sudden lack of a phone, that a chasm had gaped open in her brain that was normally knotted together by memes and the anger of young teenagers and especially immature adults over things that she rather liked to think she had a uniquely nuanced opinion of, and in doing so she would have succumbed to the same falsified sense of importance affected by the not-quite-matte silver paint on the fence she was considering in the first place.

It was at this point she decided to take a walk, and upon getting out of the strange little plastic excuse for an Adirondack chair, realized that the end of the book had been quite emotional, and that now she had stopped considering the light of the sunset and begun to experience its ever-weaker effect on her surroundings, and that now the wind and not the chatter of birds and high schoolers was in her ears and her hair, and that extricating herself from the chair and its chains had not re-aggravated the bruises inflicted by the bar installed on her twelve inch high bed rather ironically installed to prevent her from the injuries that would be caused by falling out of it, and that there were, perhaps, tears in the corners of her eyes.

And that she sort of wished, so soon after her least favorite grandfather’s Alzheimer’s diagnosis, that the book hadn’t ended with a disagreeable, bookish man losing his grasp on those words—and people—whom he loved, and who loved him.

[neuvistar]

honestly bestie all of your poly fics are SUCH a piece of art I wish I could give them kisses like small frogs sitting on a lilypad and drown them with love <3

Anyways HI MARYSES HOW HAVE YOU BEEN sorry I've been absent aah!! It's only two weeks but I feel like I've gone through a spiritual cleansing (LOL I promise I'm not tripping and it's not religious dw) because I just got rid of someone very persistent and kinda creepy (lmk if u want the watered down version, it's about a hookup and no nothing happened and it won't involve any nsfw details) and now life seems like a fresh breath of air (this sounds really weird I'm so sorry)

ANYWAYS I GOT JINGLIU AND I GOT HER LIGHT CONES. YES PLURAL it came in one single 10-pull and it was super early (30 + 4) but I was so freaking pissed because my iPad crashed on the pull and I couldn't take a photo of it 😭😭 how have y been!! Keep hydrated bestie <3

-- 🔪

HIHIIII OMG IM SO SORRY FOR THE LATE RESPONSE BLADIE ANON 😭😭 i’ve been great, i just took some time off social media for a little n tried staying on track during work since technology is always such a distraction nowadays😢

it’s okay it’s okay! i’m always here to answer your asks whenever you send them! (might be slow replies though..) i’m glad you’re taking some time for yourself, hopefully it’s going great! <3

++ oh yes yes! i got jingliu as well and congrats! she’s an amazing dps i’ve got 2 say, she’s vv pretty too i love her sm! and THANK YOUU AAA I HOPE YOU’RE WELL TOO BLADIE ANON

[anendoandfriendo]

Today was just the Worst.

Like, it wasn't even horrible objectively compared to yesterday and nobody was mean to us and we DID get to take calls today, but we got lag that was so severe at the last minute that we missed an entire call, giving us a microphone error and ten extra minutes of overtime just to document the damn thing.

That, plus we had half of our day not-taking-calls because they just fixed our previous issue. One of the optional training modules very definitely hit on someone's trauma trigger here, which left us with no meaningful system (plurality) database to work off of when it comes to this job.

I mean, we got the hang of it again eventually but we were just extremely fuzzy just physically speaking because of this. I guess that does mean I can handle it when push cones to shove, but I would rather not personally.

- ❄️

[eldorr]

Proxy System

Main Flag (left) || Symbol-less Flag (right)

A Proxy System (Plural/Collective/Etc.) is a system where one& functions as a singlet (or approximately close to one, such as a median system) due to a front-stuck host, yet all members of said system are completely distinct in headspace.

The host may have varying levels of communication with headmates, and may or may not be able to visit headspace themself while the body’s asleep. The host may only experience blurring instead of switching as far as they’re aware of, regardless of inter-system communication levels. Their perception of headspace may also be very unstable due to being unable to disconnect completely from the body. (plus following dream-like logic)

This term was originally posted on March 17th, 2022.

It can also be called Proxy Collective/Median/etc.

The symbol in the flag is by @/extranth.

This term was originally coined due to my own experience as a plural, generally being a P-DID/UDD system. My experience is a little weird lol.

[ID] Two flags with 6 horizontal stripes of equal size. The flag with the symbol is on the left, the symbol being a black circle with eight curving lines that swirl at the ends. The colors from top to bottom are as follows: light red-orange, light yellow, very light gray, pastel purple, light slate blue, pastel tealish blue. [/End ID]

[ID] A DNI (do not interact) banner with a very faded galaxy background. On the left of the banner there’s a flag as with a rounded side, the circle inside it showing an image of a cone tornado at the end of a road, the flag being the (General) Neurodivergent flag. The rest of the image is filled with white text that reads: “DNI (Do Not Interact). Against Good Faith Self Identification Or “Contradictory” Identities, Transmed, Sysmed, Group Arospec under Acespec, Anti-Educated Self-Dx, Call Mspec identities “Bispec”, Anti-Alterhuman, Anti-Otherkin, Anti-Chronosian, Against the term Transandromisia (or similar terms), Anti Aldernic, Anti-Altersex, Pro-Contact harmful paras, TransID,  Anti-Anti, Proship, “Consang”, Anti-SFW Agere, Demonize Cluster B disorders, Anti-BLM, Anti-ACAB” [/End ID]