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letsquestjess · 2 months ago

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Precious Moments (Ghost!Fives, Echo and GN!Reader)

Wrote this for @pinahallowsevecloneparty! I loved the event last year and jumped at the chance to write some more this year, so thank you so much, Piña, for doing this again!

Summary: After travelling to 79's to write your account of the war, you find more than you bargained for.

Word count: 3.2K

Warnings: Blood and injury detail (Reader gets a little hurt). This is real angsty, but I tried to make it hopeful too. And yes, I made myself sad with this one. No romance, just some good ol' platonic friendships.

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The evening surge of airspeeders droned in the distance of Coruscant’s lower levels. Horns shrieked for a piercing second as impatience won and made itself known to every inhabitant within a mile radius. At this time of day, most were in a depleted haste to get home, and your secret travels went mostly unnoticed.

Almost two years had passed since you had last ventured into this sector. There was no reason for you to stop by anymore, but you’d overheard whispers of the deserted cantina that housed the ghosts of clones who once revelled there. While you couldn’t say for certain that you trusted the rumours, you felt compelled to visit your old haunt now that you possessed a good enough excuse.

Nudging in through the wedged doors that no longer responded to any kind of persuasion, you swept your torchlight over the neglected interior of 79’s. With no neon signposts to illuminate swaying bodies and polished plastoid armour, an eerie murk doused the place. Along the curved bar top, upturned glasses and bottle shards collected layers of dust, and most of the stools where clones had once perched to order their drinks and converse had since slumped over. With nobody to help them upright, they remained capsized and helpless, drowning in the nostalgia-laden silence.

Predominantly, your role during the latter years of the Republic had seen you serving on various Venator-class destroyers, protecting their broadcasting and navigational systems so that the brave souls aboard could plot a course home and communicate with their squads. Returning to Coruscant on shore leave meant some time to unfasten those professional binds, and the troops you worked alongside would often ask you to join them on an excursion to 79’s. You made a rule that you would only ever indulge in a couple of drinks, but you relished their company more than any fruity, sour refreshment. To see them howling with laughter and exchanging quick-fire quips like any other siblings would, seemed a world away from the soldiers you witnessed onboard those impressive crafts. These were the men they were supposed be, outside of war and duty.

Had you not been inclined to write about your experiences after meeting with a rebel group who were keen to preserve authentic accounts of the Republic’s final years, you wouldn’t have returned to the bar. While you cherished the joyful memories of that place, what became of the soldiers who ensured you always found your way back to the barracks safely tainted those happy images. Rowdy they may be on occasion, but also devoted to a fault and kind of heart.

Your feet ground into the years of accrued dust and scraps of wiring. Opportunists had clearly taken advantage of the desertion, projectors plundered and cables bulging from overhead ports, along with much of the music equipment. Cracks spread in the dancefloor, cleaved apart to wrest the valuable technology underneath, and discarded table number holders and toppled stage lights lay captive in the dips.

As you ventured deeper, an invading draught nipped at your exposed face, a reticent wind hissing through gaps beneath the back exit and distributing unhindered cold into the rearmost rooms. You snooped about in the storehouse and the connected offices before roaming the kitchen, and a hum tiptoed in your wake. So little remained, the club pilfered and gutted until all that survived was a dormant husk. A mournful knot sat snug in your throat and you were no longer sure of your idea of revisiting that part of your past.

Heading out, a darkened outline crossed the corner of your vision. You swivelled round and dusted your torchlight across dirty worktops and rusted pans dangling motionless on their hooks.

Your mind is playing tricks, you told yourself. Places like this always invite thoughts of the supernatural. How could it not when it had once contained such delight?

You hurried into the main hub of the cantina, the grief and goose pimples on your skin urging you to make a hasty exit. Something still lingered within those walls, and all you wanted was a cup of hot chocolate and your warm bed.

In a slow breath to soothe your nerves, you hoisted your leg over a fallen speaker and carefully manoeuvred the other foot, taking your time in navigating the dancefloor between you and the way out.

During the cantina’s glory days, you had joined many clones on that platform, chuckling as they showcased their dancing skills and trading spirited smiles. Some were decent dancers, but most only wanted to make you laugh. You appreciated their playful nature, every jest and comical dance move a well-needed distraction from the pressures of your work and the losses you suffered.

Another shadowy glint sparkled in the gloom by the stage. The curtain draped over the collapsed poles flapped as if struck by an abrupt gust of wind. You guessed you were seeing things again until it began to solidify.

Terrified it might be an officer who had discovered you sneaking in or worse, someone wishing you harm, you startled and scampered backwards, snagging your ankle on an overturned stage light and crashing onto the shattered glass. A large shard sliced your leg on the way down. With a grunt, you bit aside a yelp and snatched the blaster from your jacket pocket.

“Stay back,” you warned, priming your weapon to fire. “I will shoot.”

“Woah, woah, it’s okay. No need to use that.”

You’d heard enough clone voices to know when one spoke, even when obscured by shadow and haze. As he shuffled nearer, you crawled away, eager to put some distance between you and him in case this was all a trick. You stopped as he drifted into your directed torchlight. The sensors on his headset lit up. Palm and scomp link lowering from their surrender, he crouched to greet you.

“Echo?” you said, scarcely a whisper in the subdued lull. “What… I don’t… I don’t understand.”

“Hey,” he replied. He lifted his scomp link in greeting and examined your weeping injury. “That doesn’t look great. Try not to move, okay?”

He shifted your shredded trouser leg to investigate the cut thoroughly, and you gritted your teeth at the burning flare, raising your gaze over his shoulder to distract yourself. The air beside the stage undulated like a sand mirage. Faint at first, a recognisable form radiated into being. But he was not the same as Echo. Echo was solid, you could reach out and prod him if you wished. But you saw right through his brother to the debris behind him, his body transparent and holding still.

Had the wound and the spooky atmosphere disturbed you that much you’d begun to hallucinate? Surely it didn’t happen so fast?

“Um, Echo?” you muttered, eyes hooked on the ghostly apparition of the ARC trooper.

“Yeah,” he answered, inattentive to your confusion as he coaxed your leg to rotate to the other side.

“Why can I see Fives?”

Echo stopped.

“He died,” you continued. “I heard the news.”

“Ah.” Echo’s steadfast gaze plunged momentarily before he peered at the spectre of his deceased brother. “It’s a long story,” he said, twisting to you. “Let’s get you up and sort out that nasty cut.”

“Hold on to me,” Echo encouraged as you stumbled into the kitchen, propping you against him with one arm to dust off part of the worktop and support you up. With the flick of the light switch, the elongated bulbs embedded in the ceiling fizzled and sputtered as they woke reluctantly from their slumber.

Spinning round a stool, Echo eased your leg onto the seat and retrieved a first aid kit from the overhead cupboard.

“I can sort this at home,” you assured him, but Echo’s resolve would not hear any kind of protest. “Bit of bacta, a bandage, some rest, and I’ll be fine.”

“Trailing blood everywhere?” Echo challenged. He set the medical box beside you and unzipped the top, rifling inside and plucking out a few of the items. With everything he required, he rolled up the hem of your trouser leg in gradual turns and cleaned the excess ooze beginning to dry around the wound.

Amidst sharp intakes of air through clenched teeth when he wiped a little too close to the cut, you tried to catch glimpses of Fives dawdling nearby. Arms folded over his chest and a pinch between his eyebrows, he appeared just as concerned as Echo about your well-being.

“What are you doing here?” Echo asked, drawing you to him once more.

“I’m writing about the war,” you told them. “It has come to the attention of several rebellion groups that the Empire is distorting what happened when the Republic fell. Discrepancies here and there they want to verify and correct in the records. The rebels wish to protect accurate accounts, and have asked anybody with any involvement to write about their experiences. To safeguard the truth. I spent a fair amount here on shore leave, so I thought a visit might jog my memory.”

“Has it?” Fives questioned. “Jogged your memory, I mean.” When you showed no sign of disgust or fright, he settled himself beside you as Echo worked on your injury.

You met his eyes, still so fierce and fun-loving as you recalled. Not even death diminished his light. “Far more than I thought it would.”

While you had not been granted a lot of time with the 501st ARCs, Fives and Echo left an impression. Their honest qualities, their jokes that bore your smile through those tough times, their proactive-thinking and dedication. They deserved better, and you always made the effort to assist them whenever they needed.

“I swear I won’t put any of this in my account,” you hurriedly promised. “Wouldn’t even know where to start describing any of it. I heard rumours this place had ghosts, but I didn’t think it was actually haunted.”

“Hey, I’m not haunting this place,” Five said, an air of good humour in his correction. “I’m…”

“You’re what?” you sought.

His shoulders hunched and the light-hearted front he often put on when he was unsure dissipated. “I don’t know,” he admitted.

“We’ve speculated for a while now it might be Fives’s residual energy tied to the club that his spirit latched onto when he… when he died,” Echo explained. Delivering the bloodied wipes and the empty packets into the bin with a well-aimed throw, he opened the bacta packet and spread the salve across your cut. “But he’s fading. He needs a tether. I’m using as much of my energy to be that for him until we can find a more permanent solution.”

“I’ll be your tether,” you offered without pause or hesitancy. The Domino troopers stifled their grateful chuckles. “What? What’s so funny?”

“You worked with clones for the entire war,” Fives pointed out. “Do you really think we’d let you do that? You don’t even know what it would involve.”

“So?” you shrugged. “If it means giving you more time, I’ll do it.”

“No,” Echo said, firmly putting an end to that line of thinking.

The cooling sensation of the bacta mitigated the sting, and you stayed as still as possible as Echo tried to fix you up. He seemed exhausted, mopping at his brow with the top of his wrist and blinking away the fatigue, refusing to permit something as trivial as sleep stop his search to save the last fragment of his brother.

“Okay then. What have you found so far?” you asked, while Echo positioned the bandage patch over the incision.

“Not much,” Echo replied. “Bit and pieces. I assumed we might be able to use a droid as a tether, but it didn’t work.”

Fives shuffled rigidly at your side. At that moment, you wished you could have nestled a soothing hand on his shoulder, but you weren’t sure if it would land or go straight through him.

“I’m sorry, Echo,” he said, unnaturally small. “I never meant for this to happen.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” Echo affirmed. He cleared the rest of the medical scraps and slid the first aid box into the cupboard. “You don’t need to apologise.” When you tested your movements, he cut short your attempts with a steady touch to your upper arm. “Stay still. Let that bacta work before you get up.”

“What will happen if you can’t find a solution?” you questioned, wiggling on the unyielding surface beneath you. A grim glimpse passed between the brothers.

“If I don’t release the tether soon or find another, it’ll take me too,” Echo said. Before you could once again remake your previous offer, he waved his scomp link to hush any interruptions. “But we’ll find a way. There has to be something.”

Intent on your route forward, you allowed him to help you down off the worktop when you stubbornly insisted on getting to your feet. “I’ll come back tomorrow night after work. We can look through what you’ve already found and see where we go from there.”

“We can’t ask you to do that,” Fives said as you hobbled towards the open doorway, the darkness in the corridor outside starting to swallow you as you braced yourself on the frame.

“You did so much throughout the war,” you insisted. “Saved a lot of people. Even gave your life. If you won’t let me share the responsibility of being your tether, it’s the least I can do to help.”

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For months, you carried your promise as the clones did their solemn duty, returning to 79’s night after night and bringing segments of research you’d managed to uncover during the day. You were certain your work colleagues suspected you’d found yourself a lover with the way you hid your screens and tore off the moment you were freed from your daily tasks. You didn’t care so long as they never discovered what you were really doing.

Your evenings and early mornings belonged to problem-cracking and solution hunting, occasionally indulging the ARC troopers in their antics during brief breaks. Echo managed to get some speakers functioning, and Fives enticed you onto the dancefloor where the three of you pretended you were back in the club’s prime. As the tinted, roving spotlights brushed over Five’s transparent body, for the first time it appeared as though the outside of him resembled the colourful soul within. No war, or fighting, just dancing, arms waving recklessly and eyes directed to the heavens as your bodies shifted and swayed to the music.

On other nights, your pauses in research were consumed by launching tiny snacks into Echo’s mouth and counting how many he caught, or bolting through the winding corridors in a race of speed and skill. Those moments etched in your mind, despite what had led you there and everything you’d discovered. You were determined, more resolved and driven than you ever had been in your life, and while analysing and investigating, you uncovered your motivation to write up your experiences during the war.

Almost three months after you had smuggled into the abandoned bar, you practically skipped around the debris and swerved to avoid hidden dents in the floor. You slowed when you spotted Echo sat alone in one of the booths.

“Everything all right, Echo?” you asked, swinging your bag onto the table. “Where’s Fives? He’s not hiding again, is he?”

The moment the trooper lifted his downcast gaze to you, your chipper demeanour dwindled. His amber eyes, red raw, glinted with droplets, his cheeks were damp, and you had a sinking feeling at what had transpired. Slipping into the cushioned bench beside him, you gently encouraged him to rest on your shoulder, tears seeping onto your sleeve and his grasp on you tightening.

“What happened?” you asked, mindful of the ports as you soothed the back of his head with a featherlight touch, dreading what you already suspected.

“He’s gone,” Echo wept, voice muffled by your arm. “I lost my hold on the tether for a split second, and it… he… he cut it before I had the chance to grab it again. There was nothing I could do.”

Your eyes stung, and you blinked to relieve the grief-filled bite. The tears fell despite your endeavour to counter them. Fives. That faithful, honest-natured soul. Gone. “Echo, I am so sorry.”

“I get why he did it, I just wish we had more time.” Swallowing hard, he retreated from your comfort. “I want you to know we’re grateful for your help. You brought us a lot of hope and encouragement these past months.”

“I’d have spent every night for the next ten years in here if it meant giving you both another chance,” you told him.

Echo pulled himself up, unfurling from his stoop. His back met the empty cushions of the booth, the damp patches on his face turning cold as they dried. Unburdened by the tether, his soul felt isolated, alone.

“If you want, you’re more than welcome to come back with me to my apartment,” you suggested. “It’s warm and quiet.”

“That’s kind of you, but I’d like to remain here for a bit,” Echo replied.

You understood. After everything he weathered to save his brother, it still had not been enough, and you couldn’t imagine the pain tormenting him. “In that case, is it okay if I stay with you?”

“Sure. I’d rather not be alone right now, so your company would be appreciated.” He pressed on the table to get to his feet and shuffled past you to wander, to tidy the mess, pace the neglect, anything to distract him from his grief.

With your own swelling loss burrowing into your chest, you tackled your war account, droplets spilling unwiped down your cheeks as the recollections poured from the profoundest depths of your being. Those courageous clones who had given their lives, the valiant Jedi masters who had taken to the battlefield beside them and developed bonds that many would struggle to comprehend. As much as it divided, the war also brought people closer together.

Echo checked on you every so often, silently fetching you some snacks and topping up your drink whenever it ran low. You recited segments to him when your thoughts became anchored and unyielding, seeking another opinion to drag you from the mud.

“Okay,” you muttered, scanning over the document on your datapad as the gloomiest patch of night crested into a shy dawn. “I think it’s done.”

“Read it to me,” Echo said, finally sitting after hours of restless wandering.

You began your recollection, evoking event after event in as much detail as you remembered, and shoving no truth behind veiled lies to make the situation look more favourable.

Echo nodded along quietly, flesh arm cradling his scomp, listening in silence to your reminiscences. His own stirred in his mind as you spoke, memories repainting the pictures of his past and imbuing the happier notes with a promising array of colour.

Your report finished with a hope that every sacrifice made a difference, that the clones of the Grand Army of the Republic would be remembered as the brave, caring, witty, determined souls you saw each day. The emptiness in your veins pulsed and teardrops dappled your lashes, but you persevered, just as they had. “‘Because that is what ties us together, what we share regardless of species, or homeworld, or the means of our creation’,” you read aloud through the grief squeezing your ribcage. “‘Those precious moments that strive through the pain to connect us.’”

Locking eyes with Echo, you extended your hand across the table and gave his fingers a consoling squeeze. “‘If only for a flicker in time’.”

#tcw #the clone wars #tcw fives #tbb echo #tcw fanfic #tcw fanfiction #the clones wars fanfic #the clone wars fanfiction #pinahallowsevecloneparty

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divine-chorus-doodles · 4 months ago

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hellaoow hii hello!!!! we're the angel cove choir and we're a fictive-heavy audhd system of 12!

our collective pronouns are They/Them (capitalized) and cher/cherub/cherubim! our intros are below:

this isn't a fanart blog!!! we'll basically just post sillies or small vents or documentation of what we go through on the daily, innerworld or otherwise. specific alters will be tagged by their names and/or roles.

please do not repost any of our art elsewhere, on site or otherwise. even if you crop out my username, please do not steal our art

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danisha-tdh · 4 months ago

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Out of curiosity, could you please tell me what is Wondergotton? Is it a game, an au, or a fan concept? What exactly is it?

Wondergotten is not just a game or a fan concept, au kinda fitting but it's sort of different.

Well the answer is down here ⬇️

Long post incoming!

Wondergotten is world of creation within connection between imagination and reality. I made this from a year ago during halloween. Though, this was inspired between Epic Mickey and American Mcgee's Alice (I usually mix them into one), and also with Zippy and Whammy in cartoon purgatory. It is a world between heaven and hell, as included forgotten toons and fallen characters who died tragically, like villains.

Wondergotten wasn't just for fictional, but also can be a dream for people who are from the real world, by called-

There are two fact about the Wondergotten:

By the name Tarøt holder, it was referred an explanation how Tarøt card works in here

And there is a House of Tarøt

Also the land names

This is all sort of a new lore I made. Though it is hard to explain everything, I'm just really need a little relax first before digging more about it. Oh yeah! About the story title, is it officially by the name

A story about the main character or to be called the "Foøl" name Turbø, the greatest racer and has a loss memory due to be unknown and having questions about life. He encounter many horrors and having hard time to avoid his own "nightmare". Turbø encounter a familiar person, King Candy, who is a role as a "King", found him in a Forest of Nostalgia. Later, the two with Jack goes to a new home, Bon Thé vill. In this story, Turbo takes focus to bring his memory back and solving a mysterious world of Wondergotten.. or pershap find a solution to save the world..?

Welp, this all I have for the explanation. Though unfortunately, I may or may not made a story of it. But perhaps, if anyone interested about it.

Oh I almost forgot, I actually revealed one the ruler of each lands and their chosen tarot here:

Hades = The Judgement (As the judge and keeper of the Wondergotten, also the Head of the House of Imaginative)

Ørson = The Hanged Man (The ruler of the Steamy Skyland and the Head of the Madness Factory)

Ursula = The Moon (The ruler of the Caspian sea and l'Océan de la Ørchestre (Sea city))

Jafar = The Sun(?)/Justice [Not confirmed chosen card yet] (Ruler of the Dreadful Dunes)

Queen of Heart = The Empress (Ruler of Heartlands and the Head of the House of Royalty)

White King = The Emperor (Ruler of the Blooded Blizzard and the Head of the House of Nobility)

Bonus:

Captain Hook = The Chariot (Secondary ruler of the Caspian sea)

Dr. Facilier = The Wheel of House of Fortune (Head of the House of Fortune)

Maleficent = The Tower (Watchover Bon Thé vill(?))

Reminder: There are no ruler in the Forest of Nostalgia as it by freedom of nature. But, it can be found gnomes who live there in a wild.

#asks #just let me know if you need to know more just follow this tag⬇️#wondergotten

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headmate-packages · 2 months ago

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A package has arrived for you! Open it?

Shipping #00010101

📮💌📦

Package Number: 00010101 (21)

Name(s): Pomni, Polli

Nickname(s): Pol

Orientation: Hetersosexual, polyamourus

Pronouns: jest/her

Species: human

Age/range: 12

Gender: Femglitterbubblic

Role: Nostalgia holder, Cringeroleic

Interests: Popee the Performer, Apollo Robbins

Frontcalls: Tiktok, sourcetalk

Likes: everything brainrot, cringe culture

Dislikes: adults

Appearance: Series canon appearance

Extra: Loves to draw but only uses the most eyestrainey color schemes

Sign off -🤹

Fears: Virtual reality

Kith: Kokichi Oma (No Kins)

Happy place: Discord chatrooms

Hobbies: Drawing

Passion: Sleight of hand “magic”

Favorite memory: N/A

Handwriting:

Image ID: Writing on lined paper done in pencil that reads "Lucy is going to the park and she is taking the dog for a walk"

Letter: Hiii.. uhm… purple.. square.. anon…

eheh.. this doesn’t.. sound.. right… Its giving greentext

uuhm.. anyways uhm

IM Poll!. I liek to draw and uhmmmm cringe culture is d3ad!!! I uze a typ!ng qu!rk… som3t!m3z… not alwayz. I can. Liek. Control it.. but then I just dont f33l r!ght… yk??

aannndddddd y3ah! I think thatz !t !!!!!

PT: I’m Polli. I like to draw and uhm cringe culture is dead! I use a typing quirk… sometimes. Not always. I can, like, control it, but then I just dont feel right. Yk?

And yeah! I think thats it!

#build a headmate #alter packs #build an alter #headmate pack #alter request #headmate request #alter creation #bah blog #00010101

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ix-c-999 · 9 months ago

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nostalgiaroleic

A roleic term for a system member whose role, status, or experience as a system member involves nostalgia in some way. This can involve being: -a nostalgia holder -a headmate who copes using nostalgic things -a memory holder for things for which the system feel nostalgic -an introject from something nostalgic However, it can involve anything.

[This post has no DNI other than not to involve it in discourse, mockery, or other harassment]

#.txt #[venn]#[vyvian]#nostalgiaroleic #roleic #pride flags #our pride flags #systerms #system coining #plural coining #our coining #our content

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pinkpawpads · 4 months ago

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May we request a duck based or cat based alter? :3c

Neopronouns encouraged!!!!

Preferably a little / middle, or ageless? ^w^

Thx!!!

- Tokki [🦝]

oki cuz I love making these and helping pplz I'll give you 2 each!!! meow

Pluz bonus meow!!!

( Mick / HHC )

Namez : Ace / Apollo

Pronounz : he/hiss/cat/meow/paw/claw/whisker/nya/yarn/scratch/nom

Genderz : Demiboy , Catnipgender , Kittyfeildic

Sexuality : Homosexual

Age : 17

Role : Moodbooster, Internal Caregiver

Conditionz / Disabilities : Better eyesight & hearing , ADHD

Source : Brainmade

Faceclaim :

Namez : Rio / Rita

Pronounz : It/He/Fizz/Purr/Mya/Kit/Paw

Genderz : Bigender , Catgender

Sexuality : Lesbian , Asexual

Age : 13

Rolez : Little / Middle / Kid , Nostalgia holder

Conditionz / Disabilitiez : Ticz , Autism , Unconventional stimz

Source : Brainmade

Faceclaim :

Namez : Liz / Lindsay / Saxha

Pronounz : They/It/Bubble/Quack/Squeak

Genderz : Nonbinary , Lakegender , Lagoongender

Sexuality : Sapphic , Demisexual

Age : 15

Rolez : Caretaker - Cooks for the system , Physical Protector

Conditionz / Disabilitiez : AuDHD (Autism + ADHD)

Source : Brainmade , Lana Del Ray Songitive (Video Games)

Faceclaim :

Namez : Molly / Mollie / Momo / Minnie

Pronounz : She/Quack/Beak/Bow/Ribbon/Splash/Silly

Genderz : Demigirl , Duckbeing

Sexuality : Asexual , Pansexual/Panromantic

Age : 9

Rolez : Little , Internal Self Helper

Conditionz / Disabilitiez : Auditory Processing Issues , Autism , PTSD

Source : Molly - Animal Crossing New Leaf , Brainmade

Faceclaim :

Namez : Nicko / Nicki / Nicole

Pronounz : they/she/kit/paw/meow/claw/fang/he

Gender : Voidcatgender

Sexuality : Lesbian , Demiromantic

Age : Ageless

Rolez : Physical protector , Avenger , Gatekeeper

Conditionz / Disabilities : Organisation OCD , PTSD , Photographic memory

Source : The amazing world of gumball

Faceclaim :

#alter packs #build a headmate #build an alter #endogenic #headmate creation #headmate pack #alter creation #bah #alter templates

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phantomoftheorpheum · 4 months ago

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i am someone who feels neutral about claire! i don’t like/love her and i don’t dislike/hate her. you’ve hit the nail on the head with something that made me realize why i’m so neutral on her. she’s almost doesn’t feel real?

carmy (& the show as a whole) have this very romanticized view of claire. we are told that they are perfect for each other if carmy could just get his shit together. to me, where the carmy x claire stuff fails is that we simply haven’t experienced them having a lot of chemistry and compatibility in real time. in season 2 we’re just told how sweet they’d be because carmy had a crush on her growing up and she was a family friend. meanwhile, their relationship was portrayed as a negative distraction for carmy’s development of the restaurant. on that note, i do understand people comparing sydney & claire. in season 2, it was an - albeit one-sided battle between claire and the bear/sydney for carmy’s time and attention. sydney and carmy needing to go over menu options but he got too distracted by claire for example.

in season 3, we suddenly get all of these flashbacks of carmy and claire that we never saw originally and it feels a bit like retconning. as if they realized they hadn’t done enough to make us care about their relationship as we should. that’s how it might be perceived anyway. as i’ve seen people say, s2 claire was synonymous with childhood nostalgia but also panic, distraction, and frustration. but s3 claire is supposedly synonymous with peace. it feels like mixed messaging.

i love molly gordon as an actress but claire as a character is kind of just… there. she definitely feels like a place holder. probably to be young carmy’s ideal romantic partner. whether that makes sense thematically for adult carmy? idk. that’s where the confusion comes for me. i’m not sure where the writers are going or what they are ultimately trying to say. i want to have faith but i hope they stick a landing that’s not so dissonant as the carmy x claire relationship has felt so far - whether it ends or not.

Hi, fellow "neutral on Claire" viewer! Sorry this took me a minute to get back to, my internet router went out and it was a whole mess.

I've been thinking a lot about this since I got your ask, and the more I consider it, the more I think I do kinda understand Claire's purpose, even though I remain neutral on her character.

Anyway- yes, I don't think Claire feels real either! Not yet, anyway. And I am totally fine with that in season 2. Not only are we seeing Carmy reconnect with this crush he's had for years, but also it's the got the whole "new relationship" glow about it.

I think the purpose of Claire in season 2 is to show (and honestly in 3, though it's not as in your face specifically with her, but rather with how he has done nothing about what happened between them in the season 2 finale, despite having plenty of time and opportunity) how unbalanced Carmy is, how he doesn't know how to do anything well if he doesn't make that his entire being. In season 2, his relationship with Claire begins to thrive when he mentally and emotionally commits to it, but his relationship with the restaurant (and consequentially everyone there) falls to the wayside, and his behavior skews way too far in one direction.

Then, when he gets overwhelmed, predictably, with things not going well for him at the restaurant because he's been neglecting his responsibilities, he swings ridiculously hard the other direction (avoiding his relationship issues and not even being able to apologize, and becoming incredibly obsessive, over controlling, and dismissive in his work), and I think that is Claire's role in season 3, basically just existing in an unresolved romantic state, to show how, in every way, Carmy's new focus on the restaurant isn't healthy at all. He is too "all or nothing," too single minded.

While we know a few things about Claire, and we've seen a couple of scenes of her not directly through Carmy's POV, she has been a purpose, not a person, so far. And honestly, after thinking about it for a while, I'm okay with that. For now, anyway. Carmy's relationship with Claire is unresolved because Carmy's ability to find balance is completely unresolved. And since season 3 is only half of an arc, I think we need Claire, even if the ultimate resolution of the arc is that Carmy apologizes and they agree to go their separate ways. Claire is important because she is a physical & visual representation of Carmy's ability (or lack thereof) to balance his life, and how things resolve (or don't) with her in the future is a way to measure Carmy's progress (or regression). However, the choice to write season 3 as a "part one" type of deal makes Claire's purpose and role in this season a bit hazy upon first glance. It seems we're only being reminded of her in service of Carmy's arc, and not as a character in her own right. This is another reason I'm not the biggest fan of the structure of season 3 & 4, because season 3 is stuck with 95% of the setup, and barely any payoff, but I do wonder if this will feel better in hindsight when season 3 & 4 can be watched back to back.

If Carmy and Claire get back together in season 4 (or at the end of season 4 and assuming there is a season 5), then, imo, she has to finally become a person, not just a plot device and a symbol. We've seen what the romanticized version of Claire from Carmy's POV is, she's played her role as a casualty of Carmy's dysfunction, but if they resolve that arc with her back in Carmy's life and as a regular presence on the show, then we need to finally see who she is through a realistic lens. Until they either do that, or write her out due to her role being completed, I just don't feel like I have a way to judge Claire for Claire. I can only judge her as a plot device, and for that I think she's been serviceable, if unremarkable.

However, I do see what you're saying about how Claire is set up inherently against Sydney and the restaurant, because Carmy has been unable to split his focus in a healthy way, which means she was (unintentionally) in a tug of war with everything restaurant related. But I also think shipping culture has played a part in a lot of people disliking Claire. She's in the way of a ship that's super popular in the fandom (regardless of the show's intent), and that always comes with consequences. And I can even see how I'd be annoyed about this is if I cared more about romance in The Bear, because I've certainly been there with other shows, and it's hard to like a shallow (not in behavior, but in writing) plot device of a character that is not only in the way of your ship, but actively disrupting even the friendship of those characters. So like, I get it. I just don't have those feelings. And I also think it has caused some people to just flat out be unable to consider Claire's role in the story and Carmy's arc, and judge that for what it is, separate from shipping.

Anyway, I'm pretty open to different ways the show may choose to handle Claire, but I think they do have to choose. There's only so long she can be in the show before it has to make it clear if she exists only to play a role in Carmy's character development, or if she's an actual person with layers and flaws and depth of her own.

Thanks for sharing your thoughts! It really did prompt me to consider Claire's character a bit more, so I appreciate it!

#ask #answered #anon #claire dunlap #the bear #the bear spoilers #long post #extremely long post

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unclewileys-bahblog · 22 days ago

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Hi! Can we get a cringe silly guy who is like the embodiment of transIds like is every transid? And is also transFakeclaimedsys and perma2020

Hell yeah!!

Name: Arson, Bun, Sock, Neptune, Kokichi, Ghost, Moss

Titles: Ultimate Cringe Kid, Swag lord, Silly boi

Age: 15

Gender: Trans boy, Nonbinary, Pupsonic, Sillypupgender, Strawberrycatgender, Cringeic, Kokichipersonalic, Sillygoofygender

Pronouns: Star/star’s, It/it’s, Moss/moss’, Rawr/rawr’s, XD/XD’s, He/him, They/them, Fae/faer, Xe/xem, Straw/berry, Hope/hope’s, Mushroom/mushroom’s, Th*y/th*m, Lie/lie’s, Dice/dice’s, Paw/paw’s, Fur/fur’s, Bro/bro’s, Cringe/cringe’s, Despair/despair’s, Kandi/kandi’s, Purr/purr’s, Meow/meow’s, Woof/woof’s, Rain/bow, Happ/happy’s

Sexuality: Pansexual-Gay

Species: Human

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Source: N/A

Roles: Sys teen, Mood booster, Memory holder, Nostalgia holder, Special interest holder

CisIDs: Adhd, Autistic, Extrovert, Kind, Silly, Caring, Thoughtful, Bubbly, Gullible, Sensitive

TransIDS: TransYear (2020), Perma2020, PermaTeen (14), TransFakeclaimedSys, TransRAMCOA, PermaSilly, TransHotPinkBlood, TransFictional, TransBPD, TransStarPupils, TransSweetTone, TransMeow, TransCaneUser, TransPurpleEyes, TransEverything

Paraphiles: Plushophilia, Teratophilia, FictoMAP

Other Labels: Achillean, Fictionkin (kokichi ouma), Furry, Black wolf therian, Tuxedo cat therian

Appearance: Pale skin, Green eyes, Pierced ears, Split dyed hair, Black hair, Turquoise(?) hair, Usually wearing fishnets, Almost always wearing hairclips, Almost always wearing fake elf ears, Dark eyebags

Aesthetic: Cottagecore, Weirdcore, Kidcore, Glitchcore

Picrews Used: 1

Faceclaims:

Here bow is!! We hope you enjoy star!

- Mod Kyle

#🎱 ; WILEY’S DISCIPLES #🐺 ; mod kyle #willogenic #endogenic #tulpamancy #traumagenic #build a headmate #headmate creation #build an alter #alter packs #proship please interact #proship safe #radqueer safe #op is radqueer #paraphile safe #pro paraphile #plural safe #pluralgang #all plurals welcome

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headmates-for-you · 3 months ago

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hello! can i request a masc or male doll (bjd, to be exact) alter with special template please? feel free to go crazy with cis/transIDs and paras ^__^

Hope you like him!

Info

Name(s): Erik, Marko, Riko

Nickname(s): K

Last Name(s): Seraphim, Vanderbuilt

Age(s): 20

Pronouns: he/him, it/its, doll/dolls

Height: 5’11

Zodiac: pisces

Source(s): brainmade

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Labels

Gender(s): mascdollgender

Orientation(s): gay mlm

TransID(s): transliving, permatired, translongerhair, transalwayscold, transvisiblebreath, transabled, transreal, transhuman, transentity, transcreature, transextrovert

CisID(s): ball joint doll, doll, pale skin, black hair, earrings, sleepy eyes, stunted movement, nonhuman, softspoken

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Misc. Information

Paras: biophilia, voyeurism, cheirophilia, celebriphilia, peiraphilia

Positive Trigger(s): dolls, playing dress up

Other Trigger(s): misgendering

Role(s): gender protector, nonhuman, nostalgia holder

Typing quirk: all lowercase, rare punctuation, ends with :) or :(

Emoji Signoff: 🪡🧥 or🧣♂

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Extra

Playlist

Out of My League - Fitz and The Tantrums

Sour Patch Kids - Bryce Vine

The Less I Know The Better - Tame Imapala

Ribes - Lorde

Can I Call You Tonight? - Dayglow

Mariposa - Peach Tree Rascals

Scrawny - Wallows

Midnight City - M83

Faceclaim

Aesthetic

#build a headmate #build an alter #headmate creation #pro transplural #rq 🌈🍓#transplural #headmate pack #alter packs #pro rq 🌈🍓#pro transid #transx #transid

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headmates-4-you · 2 months ago

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I hope I word this correctly can we have an altar based off nostalgiacore and all the other stuff can be up to you ^_*

SORRY FOR THE DELAYS, IK WE TAKE A LOT OF BREAKS BUT WE'VE BEEN SUPER BUSY 😭😭

Name(s): Kirstin, Cassie, Dylan

Pronouns: hy/shx/she/they

Age: 4-10 (ageslider)

Species: human

Gender(s): apangender

Sexuality: asexual, biromantic

Sources: none :3

Role: little, nostalgia holder

TransIDS: permakid, transage(old to young), transkid, transtrauma

Paras: AAM

Emoji signoff: -🐇

aesthetic/vibe: pastel colours, nostalgiacore

Image: (will add later)

#🌈 requested

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varietydivision · 2 months ago

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Decided to put the chart together and do a little write-up. There are a few folks are excluded, including some oldies and a newbie. All of this is info we’re comfortable having out there, but also no pressure for anyone else to read. More for our own reference while being a little peak behind the curtain without too much detail. Some folks are fictives, some just took names akin to fictional characters; everyone these days has source separation but some still have a warm nostalgia for their source, if that makes sense. Feel free to ask questions, we’re always open to talking more about each other and our experiences. Anons are cool as long as you're respectful.

Chart and write up are under the cut because it's a generally long post.

First of all, here's the cursed chart:

There likely were more fragments or alters back in Early Childhood, but understandably, we don't remember and probably wouldn't have many names. Early Childhood and Childhood are heavily based on "imaginary friends" we remember having, as well as characters we would "pretend" to be often with friends that ultimately ended up as alters in our system. There also were a LOT of formations in our Adult years, and while I have a few theories on why that might be, the one I'll post here is "there's a lot of fragments that never fully formed while our brain was trying to adapt to new and old trauma." (ex. Dave, Connor, Que, Loki, Abel, and Starshine were all fragments, which is half of that list).

The arrows denote the direction of influence from one alter to another, though not the specific timeline when they did. There are a few cyclical moments, like Piers and Connor, which note a maybe subsystem, usually with one aspect (Connor in that case) being more of a fragment, that eventually integrated with the original that they broke off of.

Generally, though, this is an evidence board linking together where pieces of who went over time because I like my evidence boards ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Early Childhood: The earliest alters we can think of would have been Alessa, Amber, and O’Connell (codenames). Alessa was the typical traumatized child, Amber filled a protective motherly role, and O’Connell filled the strong but nurturing dad role. Alessa eventually broke into two additional parts, Katt and Rini. Rini maintained the childlike innocence while manifesting the want to be an adult and out of our home situation, while Katt retained the trauma holding in a ghost-like, detached from the external world way. O’Connell was almost like a beta version of Cooper, whose shift was largely because of games we used to watch older cousins or friends play and a general love of big-hearted action heroes (through the eyes of a child) that we wanted to save us. So he evolved as our perception of what kind of adult male figure we wanted in our life did.

Amber over the years developed into three of our more maternal alters, each fitting a different aspect: Maria, Kurt, and Ryou. Maria was the more traditional maternal figure with the syskids, willing to do anything to protect the system but never showing her harsher side to the kids. There’s a lot of our perception of our mom’s pain in her, too, but also good aspects of her. Kurt was very mom-friend: he just wanted to make sure everyone was healthy and had a smile on their face, no matter what was going on, and he handled a great deal of our complicated relationship with religion growing up. He also functioned as an anger-manager for Piet, a trait that later transferred to Damien who served a similar role with Piers. Ryou has the softer maternal traits while also being a trauma holder, like a mom friend that'll hold you and pet your head while building you up. After a situation with an ex-partner, the brain tried to re-write him into something better able to handle that new trauma, which now kind of manifests somewhere between a kintype and a subsystem.

Childhood: During this time, our biggest forms of escape were Saturday morning cartoons and comic books, so we’re not surprised that we ended up with Sonic-inspired fictives, plus our first Marvel folks, specifically from the Evolution cartoon (though both had elements of their 616 counterparts as far as trauma that was assigned to them). Devon was a bit of a wildcard, inspired by our interpretation of the comics and SatAM, and was our external personality for a large part of our childhood, but just not equipped for what we were going through. Shad developed to be an internal protector from the get-go and remains that to this day. Piet and Kurt may have formed out of parts of Devon, we’re not sure, but we’re fairly confident that most of our elementary and middle school years were handled by a mix of them and Ryou.

Teens: Mostly focusing on high school here. Pieces of us evolved to match what we and our best friends became obsessed with, which seemed to fit the anger that was manifesting internally from what we were going through. Maria formed as a maternal figure with a harder edge, Mells was another example of someone hard to the outside world except for one of our best friends, and a combination of Axel and Katt became our external personality, though Piet and Kurt were still influential. Katt was meek and withdrawn, existing to blend as small as possible at home, while Axel presented us as flamboyant, strong, and fun when at school/work. Mells handled conflicts, usually harshly. This was also when we encountered someone else with DID for the first time, though due to our own covertness and misunderstandings of their experiences (plus their partner at the time admitted to "roleplaying" with the system's alters), Piet lashed out at them. It’s probably one of our more distinct memories from our younger years because he may have meant it as a means of protection, but it was at the cost of someone else.

Young Adult: I’m focusing on 18-20 for this due to a specific relationship we were in at the time and life change that heavily affected us. We met N, who we dated for around 2 years. It was Bad because of their own mental health struggles and how it manifested towards us. We distinctly remember the exact situation in which Teddy formed in response to an event with them, which was heavily music-based and why we think he, Xav, and Silv may all be so musically-focused. Xav and Silv also formed during the relationship with N at different points to cope with different aspects of our life. Teddy specifically formed, though, to appease them and just kind of be the partner they wanted (by enabling their behavior to keep us, as a whole, as safe as possible). That relationship ended due to an intervention by a family member who moved us to NYC, and the entire process of moving, breaking up, entering into a truly adult office job, and generally feeling a mass of emotions that had been bottled up ended with Will. His purpose, as best as we could tell, was to essentially negate those emotions while processing a lot of our relationship with our father/family through the lens of all of the media his inspiration is from. For a few years, we existed as varying mixes, with the primary bunch being Teddy, Piet (who of course also dealt with our relationship with our father), Shad, and Katt.

Adult: Once living on our own and in a more stable, consistent living situation, our dissociative barriers started to drop, in that Katt started to become more aware of the presence of other alters, and through work with a counselor and friends that we just happened to have made via the community on tumblr, started to make contact and process being a system. We met a system (G) that Teddy was partnered with, and it was very much like reliving the relationship with N in ways that, had a different mix of alters been present, would not have been the case. Our brain went into overdrive between the awareness of the system and the stress of the interactions with G, and tried to replace/fill in gaps to make it more manageable. Axel, Ryou, and Devon came out of stasis with the brain intending to replace Piet, Katt and Teddy, Dyne formed as a mix of Undyne and an interpretation of our best friend. Nothing quite worked because it, fundamentally, was G being in a position where they needed help beyond what friends and partners could provide, and Teddy inherently was wired to enable unhealthy behaviors, not confront them. Eventually, our brain took Undyne and melded her into a different form to specifically be a protective barrier for Teddy, and when it inevitably fully ended, our brain started breaking the alters most affected by G down into different pieces, presumably to make it easier to process the trauma by breaking down the connections to their sources.

Teddy was broken into at least three parts: Quentin, Loki, and Starshine, with Que taking on the trauma that had just happened plus with N, Loki absorbing the lingering emotions, and Starshine essentially taking Teddy’s personality to try to be the main fronter. Starshine was quickly recycled into Piers, as were aspects of Piet, and he became our main front. After his own traumatic situation, he also formed a subsystem to go between high emotions and no emotions, which was around when Damien formed to, essentially, stabilize him. I (Scully) formed a bit later, after Cooper returned and became the main front, to help process more of our general childhood and adulthood trauma, to have another line of defense in some ways. The most recent split (though still several years ago) was Keegan, as a way to process a childhood relationship that had returned that was not and never was healthy, plus some other lingering childhood things.

These days, the only remaining alters seem to be Shad, Maria, Cooper, Scully, Teddy, Ryou, Mells, Silv, Will, and Dyne. We have less concrete roles than we used to, as we’ve dissolved a lot of trauma over the years, though there is still some stuff we’re working through. We’re not entirely sure who all might be left once we do finish processing trauma, or if this is the healthiest, smallest mix of us, but considering for a while, we thought that 20 was going to be our minimum, I will happily take 10, give or take.

#scully.txt #about vd #long long long post #shout out to anyone who decides to read it #tldr our brain seems to work by shuffling pieces around based on blueprints that we see from the outside world #and we have not had a split in about 4 or 5 years? so clearly we've got a good mix for now

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