#sark (spike/he)

[nightmxre-univxrse]

‘ DIG IN. ’ - my muse goes in for another hit / stab.

FOR SARK

@sh4dow0fdeath (BLEHH HOPE THIS IS FINE :P TAKE YOUR TIME WITH REPLYING)

(EE reply here now- and it is- /nm)

Despite Sark having a wound on his left arm from the previous attack, he sucked in the pain. He’d have left the girls do this for him first but, Who cares? He can always make them finish the fight or buy him some time. Sark warped in the air, far enough from the floor. When he did so, he left behind a spike that appeared out of nowhere, falling down from above Death in an attempt to pierce through him or at least cause some damage if lucky enough.

[kosmicsandshoes]

there we go, enjoy

edit: some fun minute details that i wanna share:

- vanoss's feathers are longer in the back to be reminiscent of his irl hair

- vanoss also has more padding and armor, to give him a proper "super hero" look

- terroriser is noticeably pailer than the other white men here, this is because he's a robot so he has synthetic skin, which would naturally be pailer than organic skin

- terroriser also has grey accents on his face, as opposed to red, again, because he's a robot, so he doesn't have red human blood, but rather oil

- nogla's headset has a small nogla tato on the green part, it's also not plugged into anything

- nogla's got patches on his knees to kind of play up his "idiot" characterization, with idiotic characters tending to be clumsy

- moo's wearing his early bird sweatshirt, adorned with wings on both arms, and an eagle on the chest

- moo's also wearing sweatpants slightly too short for him, showing off his red and white striped luigi socks

- wildcat's outfit is a combination of his 2 main gta outfits, the white t-shirt and zebra striped pants underneath the large fur coat and gold, bedazzled necklace bearing his old logo

- delirious's design takes a bit of inspiration from @/moully's design of him, most notably in the gloves and pushed up sleeves

- delirious has a large teddy bear backpack, and he, like nogla, has patches on his knees and also on his shoulders and elbows, to demonstrate his clumsiness

- delirious looks a bit rough in general, with a cracked mask, several bandaids, and mud on his shoes

- basically keeps his signature finn outfit, while also gaining some extra dinosaur features in the spikes and the tail, they're not real, just a part of his hat and backpack

- basically also sports a balloon tattoo, similar to the one he has irl, and his bandaids are colored purple, as it's one of his main colors, despite his sona not having any in sight

- fourzero's design takes from both his gmod models, one being his cartoonized self, and the other being woody from toy story, thus creating a cowboy

- fourzero wears a light blue bandana featuring his logo, matching his youtube icon, his sherif badge is also a star of david because that's just funny

- panda has his baseball cap, colored red and turned backwards so as to not clash with the color of his fur

- panda also wears a hawaiian shirt sporting some pot leaves on it, and generally looks like he works at a spencer's gifts

- lui doesn't have much going for him besides his cigar and the flannel over the top of his sweatshirt, like he's dressed to get his perm done before the big homecoming dance

- droidd's got his trusty cockatoo by his side as always, and overall looks pretty similar to his actual sona

- cartoonz is comprised of only reds and blacks, to try and distinguish his outfit from terroriser's

- cartoonz's jacket is slightly cropped, giving a more greaser feel rather than 80s action hero

- racingcatz uniform is adorned with ads, just like a real racing uniform, all ads i made up on the spot: >vanoss explosives >h2o waterlerious >wildcat's anger management >nogla's pancakes >terroriser historical society >basically i do balloons

- sark's outfit is based on his mail time outfit when he worked at machinima, and his bowtie has a little sark logo right in the center

about time i did some actual art huh

[interstellarsystem]

“Alterhuman” as a term always included endogenic and voluntary systems. You’re valid for existing as you are, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.

[sarksdimension]

Pinned Post Time!

Hey, I’m Sark. I completely forgot to make one of these. I’m one of the members of the @interstellarsystem, a quoigenic system of 300+ members. Just because we’re quoigenic does not mean we don’t have trauma, please don’t assume anything of us. If you need to refer to our system as a whole, we use it/they collectively. We’re also bodily an adult.

We support all good faith and non-harmful identities. I don’t care what you are, don’t cause actual harm and you’re good in my book.

More about me below the cut!

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I personally use spike/spikes or he/him pronouns and I’m demifluid with the static part of my gender being spikegender and the fluid part being from male to female. I’m also very bisexual <3.

Alterhumanity-wise, I:

Am a fictive of Sark from Sonic.EXE Nightmare Beginning

Have Longtail from Warriors as a kintype.

Have King from The Owl House as a kintype.

I’m always very excited to meet sourcemates for all of my identities (if there’s any of you out there) so feel free to message me or ask for our discord or something like that. I’m also happy to meet anyone from Sonic as a whole and our system is absolutely full of Sonic-based fictives.

I’ll probably post a lot of demon related things, as Sark as a character is a Demon of Sharpness and I identify pretty closely with demonic things from this world. I’m not a demon in the way people here are used to, though, so keep that in mind. I’ll also be posting a lot of plural things and other topics related to alterhumanity.

[helliontwins]

I feel the need to immortalize this conversation i had with a friend

Names changed to hide the Discord username.

Sketchy situation ahead. Drunken Ratchet, hesitant Sunstreaker, advantage is taken of someone

MamaRatch Today at 1:28 PM

Thanks

also I had a stupid idea about Ratch being drunk and Sunny helping him back to his berth and then well

PapaSides Today at 1:28 PM

Yaaasssssss

Sunny will feel insane guilt, thinking he took advantage of Ratchet becuase Ratchet was obviously super drunk. Ratchet unable to remember who he slept with but there was yellow paint transfers yet upon looking at the yellow mecha Sunny's pristine.

MamaRatch Today at 1:32 PM

Why you gotta make Sunny sad tho

PapaSides Today at 1:32 PM

Oh, sorry, i do turn everything to angst dont i~?

>}

MamaRatch Today at 1:33 PM

Hahahaha

Yes

PapaSides Today at 1:33 PM

becuase Sunny's life isnt hard enough

MamaRatch Today at 1:33 PM

At least let him enjoy fucking the doc in the moment

LambabyToday at 1:33 PM

oh of course

it starts with chewed lips, he's sure he shouldn't be doing this "Lemme go Ratch, you- you aren't thinking straight. You're drunk. We shouldn't do this."

then Soft little kisses, just little presses of lips

soon enough they are both panting and Sunny's loosing control

He's panting and keening

wanting more but still thinking this is wrong, he's drunk.

But when Ratchet deepens the kiss, his glossa in Sunny's mouth and the yellow mech breaks. He's kissing back hard, panting and letting out small little keens like Sideswipe does

and then theres the touching, the removal of Sunstreakers armor

or parts of it, the hip part and back hood

and Sunny's grinding keening and moaning, Ratchet is too

he's begging, whispering, writing under sunny's minstrations

Sunstreaker spikes, refusing to even open his valve and Ratchet knows Sunny's past was bad, that his valve would foreve be offlimits

but hes okay with that

and then he's writhing letting out a low long moan as sunnys pushes in.

"Sunstreaker~ Oh Primus~ Better than anything~"

Sunny's soon going slow, dragging it out then he's panting harder, grunting and picking up the pace. He's getting close, so close- should pull out. Shouldn't risk anything more. But he does.

Tearing off his roof from his front he bares his spark crystal

and Ratchet joins him. MErging, shifting, becoming one

Sunstreaker overloads with a bellow and Ratchets right there with him, cooing and keeping and petting at his helm, "Good boy, so good, perfect Sunstreaker. My boy~" Ratchet only means tobe possesive with that last bit but Sunstreaker comes back to reality

Ratchet's like their creator- oh no. No! He fragged the mech he fell in love with but- but that mech was practically a sire to him and his brother- no!

Pulling away he hisses as his spark hurt from the dissengage and he's scrambling away, redressing

No- no not Ratchet- anyone but him! Drunk- passed out- Ratchet! He covered the medics spark, puled on his dinged armor, then ran. He needed to clean, to get pretty becuase he was bad, dirty, terrible. He was a decepticon with this act.

RAtchet wakes up in the morning, his helm and spark aches and at first he thinks it from the drink

then he stands and transfluids spill out

he knows he faces but with who?

Yellow, and black?

Sunstreaker?

But the frontliner is ust as pithy as normal, acting no different, and plaiting perfect.

So who? Not bee?

No definantly not

MamaRatchToday at 1:43 PM

Sunny baby

Ratch just wants to make you feel better dude not worse

PapaSides Today at 1:44 PM

and as he tried to figure it out -becuase his party bus days were filled with this- his sark begins to ache and hurt

Wheeljack looks it over for him and theres this look to his friends. A look that makes Ratchet go cold. Not a bond with some random mech please-!

It's not

The medic is carring a sparkling

(I was supposed to be writting an about for my main verse. But now you ahve this. Enjoy)

[marisolleffler]

Black History Month on Fashion Bomb Daily: Willi Smith of Williwear

Today’s Black History tribute goes to Willi Smith (1948-1987), considered by some to be the most successful African-American designer in history. Smith, educated at Parsons and Philadelphia College of Art, specialized in relaxed cotton creations. He began his own line, Williwear, in 1976 which, at its peak, sold $25 million worth of clothing per year. Pantsuit by Willi Smith Smith won a Coty American Fashion Critics’ Award for women’s fashion in 1983 and a Cutty Sark Menswear Award in 1985. During his career, Smith designed the suits for Edwin Schlossberg and his groomsmen for his marriage to Caroline Kennedy in 1986 (there go those Kennedy’s again) and also designed clothes for Spike Lee’s film School Daze. Willi Smith died unexpectedly of AIDS at the age of 39. A flute of champagne to a true design legend, Willi Smith!

Black History Month on Fashion Bomb Daily: Willi Smith of Williwear published first on http://wholesalescarvescity.blogspot.com

[demdread]

May 13, 2018 Willi Smith: One Of The Most Renowned Black Fashion Designers In History Willi Smith was one of the most successful Black fashion designers in history. He was also the brother of actress and model Toukie Smith. Smith studied commercial art at Mastbaum Technical High School in Philadelphia and later enrolled at Philadelphia College of Art to study fashion illustration in 1962. It was during this time that he made the decision to become a fashion designer. He earned two scholarships to the Parsons School of Design in New York in 1965. There he began doing freelance work for the designer Arnold Scaasi and the Bobbie Brooks sportswear company. In 1967 he left school to pursue his career full-time. By 1969 his name was on the label of clothing made by Digits, a sportswear company. Smith eventually created his own company and line of clothes (Williwear). At the height of his career, Smith’s company “Williwear Ltd.” sold $25 million worth of clothing a year. He also designed the wedding dress worn by Mary Jane Watson when she married Peter Parker in the Spider-Man comic book and comic strip in 1987 and the suits for Edwin Schlossberg and his groomsmen when he married Caroline Kennedy in 1986. Smith also designed the uniforms for the workers on Christo’s 1985 wrapping of the Pont Neuf Bridge in Paris and clothes for Spike Lee’s 1987 film School Daze (1987). In 1994, he won an American Fashion Critics’ Coty Award for women’s fashion. He also won a Cutty Sark Award for Men’s Fashion in 1985. Smith died in 1987 after contracting shigella and pneumonia while on a trip to India, apparently as a result of AIDS. It is suspected that Smith himself did not know he had the disease, although those around him knew he was fragile in his last days.   Sources: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Willi_Smith aaregistry.org/historic_events/view/willi-smith-fashion-icon

[dont-doubt-dopple]

New School, Same Trust Issues -Seananners

Adam was used to running while gravity was fluctuating. It’s what Nick specializes in, just like Brennon can bend the metal of the lockers in any way he pleases and Marc can stretch his limbs out like silly putty. Those were their powers, the things that everyone showed off at age 6 so by age 16 they felt like masters.

Adam’s power wasn’t something he couldn’t readily show off like many others could. His power was one that was mental rather than physical. It was persuasion. And he was very good at using his power. He was able to talk himself out of most situations. Unfortunately, his mouth was what got him into those situations in the first place.

Which is where we are now.

Adam running down the abandon school corridor. Diction changing the gravity from high to low, left to right, up to down. Goldy bending the locker doors trying to trip Adam up when Nick moved the gravity from the left to the right. Juicetra trying to keep up, throwing his arms on occasion to try and either catch or scare him.

“Adam!” Brennon screamed again as he readjusted a locker he bent when he passed.

“What? What did I do?!” Adam yelled back, as per usual.

“You know what you did!” Nick contradicted, slamming the gravity back toward the left. Adam shrugged as he landed, before sprinting toward the intersection up ahead. Marc threw another arm at him, which he narrowly avoided along with the spike that came out of the locker he slammed into. But Adam just kept his feet moving, like always. He headed toward the intersection, hitting the center just as Nick switched the gravity to the ground.

Now this is were things get complicated. We take to two points of view: Brennon’s and Marc’s.

According to Goldy, Adam turned and taunted them before turning left and sprinting off again. Marc dropped off to catch his breath while Nick and Brennon followed suit until they too got tired. Adam kept running after they stopped, and they just were never able to keep up the chase.

According to Juicetra, the Marc running was just an illusion. He was really off to the right with Shawn and Scott. When Nanners hit the middle of the intersection, Hutch slowed down time just enough so that they could still function while Nick and Brennon didn’t notice. Sark would then make a copy of Adam to replace the one that Marc pulled into the hallway.

That’s exactly what happened. It was like a well oiled machine at this point since it happened so often.

“I’m going to miss this.” Adam stated, looking as his friends as he tried to catch his breath. “Did I tell Marc?”

“Tell me what?” He asked.

“That I’m moving.”

“Oh yeah, you told me. Although I don’t think Diction or Goldy know.”

“Let them figure out on Monday.” Sark offered. “Your mouth hasn’t exactly gotten them on their good side.”

“How exactly are you going to survive without us?” Hutch wondered aloud.

“I’ll be fine.” Adam assured him, putting a little power behind his words. His friends didn’t push it more, although he did see Sark roll his eyes at the statement. “Trust me.”

“Trust Adam? Sure.” Juicetra commented, and Adam knew what he meant. Everyone surrounding him was wary because everything that came out of his mouth they had no way to prove if it was sincere. He could easily put power behind every syllable, making them believe what he said. It made Adam cautious of who he called friends, and vice versa.

After all, you should never trust Nanners.

~•~•~

“You’re Adam, I’m guessing?” The boy standing outside the main office asked. He was shorter than Adam, with black hair that wasn’t spiky but wasn’t as shaved down as Adam’s was. He had a red Mario shirt underneath a plaid button down with blue jeans.

“I’ll assume your Anthony then.” Adam shot back, and Anthony nodded. “So, how’d you get stuck with me?”

“I just get my orders and follow them. Trust me, if anyone had a choice you wouldn’t have me as your personal tour guide.” He said as he started walking down the hallway. Adam quickly followed suit, falling soon into step with Anthony.

“So, if your my personal tour guide, are you going to sound like one too?” Adam asked jokingly, and he saw Anthony crack a smile. The ‘tour guide’ picked up the pace so he was in front of Adam, and turned when he got to about halfway down the hallway.

“And on your left you’ll see the Library, one of the rare locations of wifi in the entire goddamn building.” He said, and Adam started laughing. Anthony faltered a little, but kept going. “And on your right we are approaching the science wing, aka the location of the biggest Breaking Bad fans. Little fun fact, it’s actually the Physics teachers that make the best meth.”

“Click click.” Adam mocked, holding his hands out as if he was taking a picture, before laughing again. Anthony somehow managed to keep a straight face through it all. Especially since they continued the gag for the whole tour.

“We concluded our at the cafeteria, where the only thing somewhat decent to eat are the cookies. Not the best, but decent.” Anthony proclaimed. “Tips are highly encouraged, and should be paid in cash or cookies. Only the ones from the Corner Cafe, though.”

“I’ll get back to you that.” Adam said, know fully well he’d never pay that back. “What period is it?”

Anthony glanced at his watched. “End of first. Might as well head to 2nd, there’s maybe a minute left.”

“Well, then I’m right here than.”

“Oh look at that, so am I.” Anthony replied. “C'mon. I’ll introduce you to my friends. Well, the ones in this lunch period at least.” He walked straight inside, ignoring the security guard giving him a weird look.

Adam was hesitant though. Anthony hadn’t asked him what his power was, and he wasn’t sure if that was going to change anything. People just don’t trust him, or pretend to be a tour guide just because he offered a suggestion. He wasn’t used to this. Adam never simply threw his trust around as easily as Anthony had. He couldn’t.

“You coming Nanners?” Anthony interrupted his thoughts. Adam opened his mouth to ask the obvious, but the bell cut him off. Waves of students began flooding the hallways, and he was caught up soon in its flow. He tried to get back to the cafeteria, but his attempts went as well as trying to go up on the down escalator. He began floundering, until a hand pulled him off in a small cubby off to the side.

“You need a little help?” The boy asked. He was about Adam’s size, maybe a little taller, with spiky black hair and chocolatey brown eyes. He wore a black t-shirt with the Mexican flag on it, and a look of understanding on his face. Adam only nodded, not being able to get the words right. “Where you head in’?”

“Lunch. I was following Anthony when I got caught up in the crowds.” He said, before muttering. “Something he said made me hesitate.”

“Which Anthony?” The boy asked. Adam shrugged. “Did he have a Mario t-shirt on?” He nodded. “That’s my friend. I’m heading there and the cafeteria isn’t that far away. Just follow me.” Adam grabbed the boy’s hand, and he saw his cheeks redden.

“What? Can’t handle a stranger holding your hand?” Adam teased.

“No.” The boy shot back as they approached the cafeteria. “You’re just like a … a child. One who’d get lost of I let go?”

“Does that make you my daddy?”

“Shut up.” They approached a table where Anthony was already sitting at a table with another boy. He had brown hair with a grey sweat jacket on.

“Hey guys!” Anthony shouted once he spotted us. “Adam, what took you so long?”

“It was just … the thing you said before the bell rang. It just caught me off guard.”

“Sorry, I should have warned you. But in all honestly, your laugh was is distinctive that I knew it was you the second it escaped your lips.”

“What laugh?” The boy next to Anthony asked.

“Max, do the Morgan Freeman voice.” Anthony said, looking at the boy next to Adam. He nodded, cleared his throat, and then spoke.

“I can smell you.” Max said, and Adam just broke into hysterics. “I’ve been creeping around. You just can’t see me.”

“That cracked me up the first time, and it has done it again.” Adam said through fits of giggles.

“And now I know what you mean. It’s Nanners.” The boy next to Anthony said, before turning to Adam. “Your laugh just sounds like a dolphin.”

“Ok, now that my identity has been established, can you please explain how you guys know me?” Adam asked.

“Let’s start over.” Anthony began. “I’m Anthony, or ChilledChaos. Many people simply called me Chilled though.”

“I’m Steven.” The boy next to Chilled finally introduced. “Also known as ZeRoyalViking, or Ze for short.”

“And I’m GassyMexican.” Max concluded. “But everyone either calls me Gassy or Max.”

Adam didn’t say a word. It’s not even 9 in the morning and already he’s found some of the people he’s played online with. He cracked a smile. Sark had nothing to worry about. He was here, surrounded by friends who weren’t judging just because of who he was and what he could do.

“Now that the ice has been broken.” Ze said. “Why don’t you guys sit down and maybe … oh, I don’t know … let go of each other’s hands?” Adam and Max both looked down to see their hands still interlocked from the hallway.

“You’re holding my hand, Max.” Adam commented. “You sly dog.”

Max practically ripped his hand out of Adam’s. “Shut up.” He retorted as he sat down.

Adam laughed as he followed suit. “You know me well enough to know that isn’t going to happen.”

“Unfortunately, yes I do.” Chilled and Ze now joined in on Adam’s laughing, and Max shot a glare at the two of them. Adam once again smiled.

This was going to be fun.

[383designstudionyc]

28 Days of Black Fashion: Willi Smith

In 1988, NY mayor David Dinkins declared February 23rd Willi Smith day, in honor of one of the most talented designers of his era. He was F.U.B.U. before the brand, a man of the people for the people. And though he designed for the everyday man and woman, his line appealed to the wealthy and famous as well.

A native of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, Willi Smith studied fashion illustration at the Philadelphia Museum College of Art and later fashion design at Parsons School of Design in New York. Smith had two scholarships to Parsons in 1965 but eventually dropped out to freelance. In 1969, he met his business partner Laurie Mallett while designing at the sportswear company, Digits, and together started Williwear in 1976.

Toukie Smith, Willi’s sister, wearing Willi Smith’s designs.

Williwear's design aesthetic was comfortable, natural fabrics, looser fit, vivid colors and mixed prints all at affordable prices. He designed 11 collections of Williwear, eventually adding menswear under the same brand, a first for any designer. He was also the first to mix stripes and checks and incorporate two different plaids in a design. He liked using soft fabrics, preferring cottons from India, and often travelled there to source his own fabric. The company went from grossing $30,000 in its first year to over $25 million by 1986 and was sold in over 500 doors.

Williwear, 1984. Model (who appears to be a young Veronica Webb) in yellow and grey overcoat.

Willi Smith collaborated with many other designers and worked on various types of projects during his career. He designed the attire for the groomsmen for Edwin Schlossberg’s marriage to Caroline Kennedy. He collaborated with Jhane Barnes on some of his early shows and worked with designers such as Antthony Mark Hankins, James Mischka, and John Bartlett. He was the costume designer for one of the first major works of the Bill T. Jones/Arnie Zane Dance company, Secret Pastures. Smith also collaborated with Spike Lee on his film School Daze, designing the Miss Mission Court gowns.

Bill T. Jones and Arnie Zane in their Secret Pastures, 1984. Photo: Tom Caravaglia

Smith didn’t complain about the social disadvantages or difficulties of being Black in the fashion industry.  Instead, he proceeded to create innovative designs that appealed to a fan base that did not know or care what color he was. He did, however, believe that being Black gave him advantage when it came to design. "Being black has a lot to do with my being a good designer. My eye will go quicker to what a pimp is wearing than to someone in a gray suit and tie. Most of these designers who have to run to Paris for color and fabric combinations should go to church on Sunday in Harlem. It's all right there.”

Willi Smith’s career was short-lived, and he died young (at 39) and in the prime of his career. However, he’d accomplished much during that time, becoming the youngest designer ever to be nominated for a Coty Award in 1971, eventually winning in 1983 for Women's Fashion, and then, winning the Cutty Sark Menswear Award in 1985. In 2002, he received a plaque on New York’s Fashion Walk of Fame. Not to mention being a pioneer of streetwear and running a company that made him (at that time) the most successful Black designer in fashion history. His style and example influenced what became casual style in the late 1980s and 1990s and countless other designers who came behind him.

Willi Smith’s plaque on the Fashion Walk of Fame in New York City.

Did you know Smith designed the wedding gown worn by Mary Jane Watson when she married Peter Parker (Spider-Man) in the comic book and strip in 1987?

Willi Smith’s original sketches for Mary-Jane’s wedding gown

The Amazing Spider-Man comic book cover with Mary Jane wearing Willi Smith’s design.

[blackkudos]

Willi Smith

Willi Donnell Smith (February 29, 1948 – April 17, 1987) was an American fashion designer. At the time of his death, Smith was regarded as one of the most successful African-American designers in the fashion industry. His company, WilliWear Limited, launched in 1976, would go on to sell $25 million worth of clothing a year. After Smith's death, his business partner continued the line with various designers creating collections. Without Smith, the company floundered. Due to financial problems and poor sales, WilliWear Limited ceased production in 1990.

Early years

Smith was born in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, and studied commercial art at Mastbaum Technical High School and attended Philadelphia College of Art for fashion illustration. He then moved to New York City to go to Parsons The New School for Design, the art and design college of The New School.

Career

In 1967, Smith quit Parsons to pursue a career designing on his own. In 1969 he designed a label for Digits, a sportswear company. In 1973, Smith, along with his sister Toukie Smith, founded their own clothing company that soon failed. Smith continued to design and in 1976 he went into business with Laurie Mallet and called the company "WilliWear Limited."

He designed the wedding dress worn by Mary Jane Watson when she married Peter Parker in the Spider-Man comic book and comic strip in 1987, and the suits for Edwin Schlossberg and his groomsmen when he married Caroline Kennedy in 1986. Smith also designed the uniforms for the workers on Christo's 1985 wrapping of the Pont Neuf bridge in Paris and clothes for Spike Lee's film School Daze (1987).

Smith worked with many other designers and artists during his time at WilliWear including Antthony Mark Hankins, James Mischka, Julia Santos-Solomon, Jon Coffelt, John Bartlett and Andre Walker among many others. Smith partnered with Jhane Barnes on some of his earlier shows.

Smith was the costume designer for Secret Pastures, which premiered at Brooklyn Academy of Music's Next Wave Festival in 1984, one of Bill T. Jones/Arnie Zane Dance Company's first major works.

Death

On April 16, 1987, Smith was admitted to Mt. Sinai Medical Center in New York City after contracting shigella and pneumonia while on a trip to India to buy fabric in February 1987. He died of pneumonia complicated by shigella the following day at the age of 39. According to Smith's lawyer Edward Hayes, Smith's death was AIDS related. Smith was apparently unaware that he had contracted the disease and had shown no symptoms. It was only after he was hospitalized that tests revealed he was HIV positive. Laurie Mallet, Smith's business partner, later said that while the designer was always "fragile" and often too sick to work, she did not feel that he was seriously ill. When asked if Smith had any idea that he had AIDS, Mallet said that Smith never confided this to her, but she felt "maybe he had some idea, some feeling." Smith's funeral was held on April 20 at the Frank E. Campbell Funeral Chapel in Manhattan, after which his remains were cremated. On May 1, 1987, a memorial service was held for Smith at his alma mater, Parsons The New School for Design.

Smith, who was openly gay, has a panel in the original NAMES Project AIDS Memorial Quilt. Smith is also lamented in a poem '"Speak: A Poem for the Millennium March", by Keith Boykin, read by its author for the Millennium March on Washington for Equality on April 29, 2000.

Aftermath

While Smith's company, WilliWear Limited, was very successful, the company had experienced creative, quality and merchandising problems in the year before his death. In an effort to remedy these problems, Smith's business partner Laurie Mallet hired a new staff and brought in additional designers in an effort to appeal to a more sophisticated demographic. After Smith's death, Mallet vowed to continue the line. In late 1987 and 1988, she opened WilliWear stores in in Paris and New York City (a London location was opened before Smith's death which proved to be very successful). However, Mallet struggled to maintain the success the line had when Smith was alive. By 1989, sales had decreased. In November 1989, Mallet hired then up and coming designer Andre Young to design the line's Fall 1990 collection. Upon its debut in April, the line was panned by critics. To save money, Mallet closed the WilliWear stores and tried to generate revenue by convincing chain stores to carry the line. Mallet's efforts failed and, in 1990, the women's division of WilliWear ceased production. Shortly thereafter, the men's division also ceased production.

Awards

Smith earned two scholarships to attend Parsons School of Design in 1965.

In September 1983, Smith won an American Fashion Critics' Coty Award for women's fashion. He was the second African American designer to win the award, the first being Stephen Burrows.

In 1985, Smith won a Cutty Sark Award for Men's Fashion.

In 1988, then New York City mayor David Dinkins proclaimed February 23 "Willi Smith Day" in honor of the designer's achievements.<"romero"/>

In 2002, Smith was honored with a bronze plaque for Fashion Walk of Fame along Seventh Avenue.

Wikipedia

[interstellarsystem]

System culture is posting a meme, thinking it’s the first time you’ve made that meme, then scrolling through your blog and seeing basically the same thing posted months ago.

[sh4dow0fdeath]

Death had a curved blade of a sickle by his hands, already stained with blood from the last attack. He was about to strike at Sark once again, just to get his business over with. He wanted to make this as quick as possible.

As Sark managed to warp away, Death became a bit surprised for..a millisecond, probably. But, immediately brushed it off. One of his ears twitched, as he glanced at the spike from above, striking straight at him. He almost immediately moved out of the way, only having the top of the weapon slice across his arm. Slightly. He stopped himself for a moment, as he placed his free hand on his wound. As he took it off, both his paw and fur had been stained with dark red blood, dripping out. He didn't flinch, act shocked, or even react. Instead, he smiled. Before it turned to a dark chuckle.

He soon looked up at Sark, with a slight sadistic grin, wiping the blood from his paw off.

" You're not bad. But, you have a long way of learning to do. "

Eventually, he reached his empty hand into his cloak, grabbing onto his second blade attached to himself. He grabbed onto the handle tightly, bringing the weapon to his side. He stared at Sark for a good few seconds or so, not making any movements whatsoever.

In a very swift and sudden moment, the wolf quickly charged at Sark at almost impossible speeds. You might as well have though he was a cheetah. He was naturally tall, so he didn't really have to jump or any of the such to take a swift hit at Sark, as he was floating above the ground. He swung a curved blade at the demonic hedgehog, about once or twice, attempting to at least get a hit at Sark. He wasn't planning on killing him, yet. Maybe at first. But, on a second thought?

He wanted to have some fun.

‘ DIG IN. ’ - my muse goes in for another hit / stab.

FOR SARK

@sh4dow0fdeath (BLEHH HOPE THIS IS FINE :P TAKE YOUR TIME WITH REPLYING)

(EE reply here now- and it is- /nm)

Despite Sark having a wound on his left arm from the previous attack, he sucked in the pain. He’d have left the girls do this for him first but, Who cares? He can always make them finish the fight or buy him some time. Sark warped in the air, far enough from the floor. When he did so, he left behind a spike that appeared out of nowhere, falling down from above Death in an attempt to pierce through him or at least cause some damage if lucky enough.

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Traumagenic Walk-Ins

Disclaimer: Sysmeds shouldn’t touch this post. This is not for you. Traumagenic does not equal DID/OSDD and endogenic does not equal nondisordered. This is one of those grey-areas in origin that some headmates experience, and we’d like to have a term to describe our experiences.

A traumagenic walk-in is, in basic terms, a walk-in that was caused by trauma. This headmate is usually spiritual in nature due to being a walk-in, though not always. This usually describes a headmate who walked-in to help with the trauma in some way, but they don’t need to have a “purpose”--this is just a common experience from what we’ve seen.

This is a mashup of terms we’ve made to describe our personal experiences with certain walk-in headmates, and you definitely don’t have to use it if you don’t feel it fits. We’re posting this here because it’s helped multiple people who were feeling lost about their origins recently, and we want to help more.

To elaborate more on what this is... In OUR personal experience, we have certain walk-ins who have come in due to what we believe to be fate or some higher power putting them here to help us. Whether they do it actively through being a protector headmate, or if they’re just here to be another friend or another person to front when we need them to, they’re here for some sort of purpose, and we believe that they walked-in due to the trauma we’ve experienced or are experiencing.

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This is important for anyone to know, but especially systems like us, so this goes on the system blog.

You need to know that you can change therapists/psychologists/etc for any reason whatsoever.

They’re rude? New psych time.

They’re not helping for some reason? New psych.

They annoy you? For any reason? New psych time.

You just don’t get along? Get a new psych.

They don’t take you seriously? Please get a new psych.

They’re ableist? Definitely get a new psych.

They’re transphobic? Absolutely time for a new one.

Literally any other reason you can think of that makes you not like or not get along with them? Get a new psych!

I know it can be hard and even impossible for people to change psychologists/etc, but if they’re not helping you for any reason whatsoever and you’re able to, please find a new one. We hopped from psych to psych for years before we found the one we have now, and we’re so much happier with her and all the waiting and trying new psychs was worth it.

There’s no shame whatsoever in changing psychologists/etc for any reason. This is YOUR mental health and YOUR life and you get to choose who helps you with it. If they’re hard to talk to or they’re not helping in any way whatsoever, ESPECIALLY if they’re rude or dismissive of your experiences, please get a new one if you’re able. Even if they’re nice and just not helping at all for some reason, other psychologists might have other techniques that can help you. If your psych is nice and just isn’t helping, you could even tell them and get a referral to a specialist who can deal with your problems better.

Of course communication is key, and if your psychologist isn’t helping, you need to tell them so they can help work things out with you, but if nothing seems to be working at all or they’re being rude in any way, please just be aware that you can try again with someone else if you think that will help you. They’re meant to be there to help, not to bring you down or be a chore you have to do. Your mental health is important and you deserve the care you need in order to feel better.

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System culture is sitting here minding your own business with a voice in your head singing the mothman YMCA parody.

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We have literally 10 different plant pots in our room with plants in them and we’re going to buy more today. Our room is going to be a literal forest and no one can stop us.