#the infernal system

[theinfernalcollective]

Hot fact

You can't gain an alter from hyperfixations. That ain't how it works. It is a very slim chance that if you go through a traumatic experience while having a hyperfixation that you will gain an introject. But more than often, you won't. A more common thing to introject will be your abuser. Not a Prince Stolas or an Alastor as soon as new media has come out. (This is NOT about polyfrag systems) - Vesper

[theinfernalcollective]

Or how about you learn basic fucking respect. You go at anti-endos for using "their tags" but your dumb fuck enough to do this? Get off the internet and go back to school to learn how to be a decent person. - Vesper & Apostolis

Message to Endogenics

POST IN SYSTEMPUNK TAG

POST IN SYSTEMPUNK TAG

POST IN SYSTEMPUNK TAG

POST IN SYSTEMPUNK TAG

[potatosaresweet]

obsessed with relationships that go deeper than just platonic or romantic. relationships that are neither and both at the same time. two people that are so closely tied to one another you cant think of them as a seperate entity and yet are not together. i feel like with most recent media they tend to pick either friendship or romance and no longer delve into this deeper dynamic and its so sad. think nana komatsu and nana osaki, james farrow and oliver marks, will herondale and jem carstairs, yue qingyuan and shen jiu, richard gansey and adam parrish, vanitas and noe archviste. Maybe there are romantic undertones, maybe there aren't , but the dynamic is so powerful you aren't able to look away

[infernal-lamb]

So it seems the consensus that within the fandom is that the existence of other lands (since Jalala’s introduction) suggests the possibility of there being more Sheepfolk elsewhere. Whether they are in other lands natively or seeking refuge is unclear in my mind but in the Lands of the Old Faith there seems to be a limited number of species that inhabit it (obvs this is due to the devs not being to put in Every Single Animal Ever), but in-verse I think it’s most likely due to the Lands of the Old Faith being cut off from the rest of the world (so says the Fanatic’s lore tablets).

If there are sheep elsewhere, I wonder if they have heard about the Lamb. Like, I wonder how fast news would travel from the Lands of the Old Faith to the outside continents—or if there is any news at all coming out. Plimbo actively trading at the port with outsiders suggests there would be an exchange of not only goods, but information. How muddied up this information is probably varies! What sort of rumors does the outside world hear…but anyways.

I wonder what the Outside Sheepfolk would think of the Lamb and what they’ve become. I headcanon them as largely pacifist semi-nomads / pastoralists, with the exception of Guardian societal roles (Sheep who are both physically strong but shrewd in civil affairs), so unnecessary violence is both vulgar and (religiously) discouraged. Would the Lamb too wonder how they would be viewed by outside Sheepfolk if they ever discovered they existed? Would they accept the Lamb into their communities after all they’ve heard? Would the Lamb, yet again, be alienated in this world? much 2 think about

[culiehua]

[aspengenic]

Something I don't get with Inferno's whole statement is how they could state it so proudly? I have to imagine they know about how wrong much of psychiatric history has been. From a quick Google search, I found a 2016 research survey where medical student participants reported that they STILL believe black Americans have a higher pain tolerance than white Americans. If physical medicine was still that far behind just 10 years ago, what does that say about psychiatric medicine? I brought up the black Americans example in my post to Inferno because I wanted to highlight that doctors can be taught falsely on a mass, critical scale. I also brought it up because it wasn't an anecdote and rather an actual fact that they could research themselves. It's also one of the reasons I brought up Buck v. Bell. That case also served a duel purpose for being brought up, the second purpose being how it demonstrated my point about the medical field, and frankly the justice system as well, is built on ableism.

I wish so badly to think that they had this information in their brain and that they were just mispeaking, but I still fear they didn't know any of the cases I brought up. If that is the case, then I have to wonder why they spoke what they spoke at all? Why make such a bold and loud claim when you don't understand how the medical field works?

Tangentially related, but it bugs me they spoke for minorities. I, as a Latina woman, have to understand how the medical field works because it works against me. I have to try harder to be understood by predominantly white, male doctors. Their post tells me they likely don't have to deal with racial bias when speaking to medical professionals. They're speaking for other minorities in their post when they really shouldn't.

The entire post was fucked up, especially not even acknowledging others' experiences who have dealt with doctors that treat them poorly, and instead just trying to argue about the smallest detail not even in the post itself, but the tags (on top of ignoring everyone else). Utterly wild. Especially in your case though being a Latina woman, there's definitely high levels of racism in the medical system, and I've noticed myself just being out in public how people of color are treated differently and like they're stupid if they speak anything other than English too. That's not even at a doctor's office, that's just me working at my current job when I notice it.

Like good for you, you've never personally dealt with the bullshit that is the medical system, but it doesn't mean you ate with that post and you should really listen to other people trying to speak out. Look into the history. 2016 wasn't even ten years ago, that's horrifying that that research was made that year. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that the medical system is fucked and needs serious reworking. /nay

[theinfernalcollective]

Endogenics don't belong in systempunk. Its for systems with TRAUMA. Not someone who's roleplaying a life changing disorder - Vayu

[theinfernalcollective]

You are actually fucked. And we mean quite literally FUCKED IN THE HEAD. get a fucking grip on life and go get some goddam help because you need it.

What else I'm going to take from you...

Just sending this message to anti-endos who are upset at me taking your systempunk tag...

There's so much more I can take. So much more I'm going to.

Your tags... your anti-endo safe spaces... these are only the beginning, you know?

I'm coming after your Fandoms. The places where your introjects are sourced from. I'm targeting your religions, subverting your theology to our own ends! I'm coming after anyone who still supports your hate in LGBT communities!

And I'm coming for your friends and family, everyone who has ever made the mistake of loving you.

Everyone under the misguided notion you might be a decent person.

My goal is not to convince you to change your mind and be less of a bigot. I might as well argue with a wall to convince it to move. My goal is to spread my message far and wide so that it reaches the people who love you most, the ones who held you in your darkest hours, so that they will wake up and realize what an awful bigoted piece of garbage you are.

Don't worry though. Your pro-endo therapists will still pretend to support you like they have been as long as your money is green.

And you can go ahead and block me if you want. That's your go-to move, isn't it? Just plug your ears and hide.

But all it actually will do is make you more blindsided. It ensures my work in spreading my message will be invisible to your little hate group.

And when another server kicks you or another friend leaves and abandons you, you won't even know why. Because locking yourselves in echo chambers is a weakness. Your willful ignorance only makes you more vulnerable.

As long as I'm alive, I will do my best to ensure that there will be no safe space for hate against endogenic and pro-endo systems.

You all have the day you deserve!

[goblin-enjoyer]

Ok concept: seadweller trolls live in the ocean right? all high class and crabp. going by "series that has an aquatic people in it that they don't delve too deeply on if they are freshwater or saltwater" rules it would be safe to assume that they could live in water. concept convergence: violet troll that lives in like a lake,river or swamp or something. I will be pondering this while I go try and find a fanfiction that sounds interesting that i saw fanart of on twitter.

[witchesofvaliant]

Hi and welcome! It's only fair to do a "quick" blurb on who we are and thus, what the blog will focus on.

To start off, we're called Valiant System, a Mixed Origins (DID + other) system (which will be briefly explained later) with autism, ADHD, BPD, and some kind of schizophrenic symptoms.

We're 25, and I'm a Capricorn sun, Libra moon, and Aries rising. I'm also an ENFP, and am a transmale pansexual living on East Coast, USA.

My name is Castle, the core and usual host, who takes on all these traits most and is usually the one talking.

With that said, let's get to the core of it all, the reason this blog exists, which is for our practice as a witch. Sure, we may include some other random things, but my focus with this is to use as a diary for our practice, and to allow others to enjoy another source of possibly helpful information.

Our practice primarily consists of Chaos Magic as a Hellenic & Infernal Polytheist with a collective belief in omnism, but a few other alters do work with other pantheons and deities. Deity work is our focus, along with divination, energy, dream, astral, and spirit work eventually as well.

As for what a DID system is, a system is a group of individuals, called alters (or headmates/parts), who all share the same body. This disorder is caused by trauma and unlike other forms of plurality, does not originate voluntarily nor purposely and tends to bring some level of dissociative amnesia between alters.

The core of a system is usually one or more alters that resonate deeply with the body and/or its memories, while a host is an alter that is able to handle the majority of daily life for the body, and tends to there the most.

Not all systems have a core or a host, nor do they all define it the same way.

I recommend researching more on DID and plurality in general, but since this is not the focus of this tumblr nor this post, let's move on!

Finally, if you'd like to know more about us, our hobbies, or just find us elsewhere on the internet, feel free to check out my socials:

Our Casual Blog: @valiantentropy

Discord: @valiant_system

Reddit: reddit.com/u/entropicsilence

Now, enjoy the content, and don't hesitate to comment or msg me here or on my other socials!

[ailinu]

ughhhh why don’t i have the time in my life to run more exalted and exalted-like games

[just-miru]

this day could not get any worse

[cryptideye]

well i wanted to get a little treat but because the busses only come once an HOUR at this stop i will not make it to mcdonalds in time for breakfast even though it doesnt end for 50 minutes. killing someone

[cosmique-oddity]

Phew, my last weeks of work are now complete >:)

I loved Dratchet and Ratchlock since the very beginning of my attachment towards Transformers, first TFP Ratchet…..but yeah….two of my favorites character….plus Keferon’s Mech AU…..I had to make my own thing about it.

A story….no…an illustration ! I couldn’t choose. So I did both :}

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That was not the first time Ratchet came back to his private lab angry, but this time, yelling at his superiors, and at the system, and basically at evverything that could be yelled at except the pilotd while leaving the manufacture, was certainly the last. He quit. That was enough,

you don’t win a war with feelings they said

well yes,

exactly,

but you win a war with soldier, and frying their mind before they have their first fight because you want them to be more perfectionned ? That was a little counter productive.

So he gave up. They are on their own now.

The lightly humming of his car was barely enough to keep him awake, it have been a long time since he last returned home, usually, he stayed at his work place, to have more time to sleep, but then, he was sleeping even less. An endless vicious circle, things were often like that.

But all of that was over for him.

He granted these young greenhorn with his experience, and what did they do ? Ignored his advices. Sending pilots to death. So now, he had himself out of the infernal machinery. This mindless waste of human life, even where this is what they tried to save was absurd.

In the middle of his quiet and late ride, he heard a noise. Rumbling, was it the engine ? As he stopped the car backroad to check, the noise wasnt stopping. Came from the sky, military patrol ? He raised his two tired eyes on the sky and saw a shining rail approaching his forest, falling fast. Not quintesson shaped, and with the gaze of an experimented biomechanist, Ratchet identified a mech.

At this moment, its violently crashed on the ground, behind the trees at maybe three or four miles away. No matter how hard he argued with the scientist sooner this day or how bad he wanted to say fuck to all of this death industry who killed young soldiers, he could do something for the one trapped inside the mech....maybe.... the man regained his car as fast as possible and urgently headed for the crash area.

Deafened sound of tires on the damaged road. Ratchet was already projecting, mentally stocktaking the tools he took with him, and lucky enough for the poor pilot, he quit with almost all of his material, and even if it was mainly mechs repairing material, he also bought some instruments which were used for the subtle neuromedicine between human and mech. Could adapt some of it and stabilize the pilot....then he may have the time to go home and grab proper materials. If there was life there was hope.

" bold of him to crash himself just the day i insulted all of his hierachy".

He frowned. Almost there.

The trees nearby were crushed and uprooted. A flickering pink light catched his gaze.

Almost immediately, the Ratchet analyzed the mech. It was different. He didnt know in wich country it was made but that almost looks alien. The curves and shapes, busted and burned on several places were demonstrating an incredible display of genius ingeniery he could just admiring. But time was not for being amazed on plating.

Someone was trapped there.

He stopped and parked his car in front of a fallen tree, rushing to the car's trunk, taking few indispensable objets, including some of them to help a safe disconnection between pilot/mech. In case he wasnt out already. And a crowbar, the cockpit might be stuck, seeing all the damages the mech has taken...

The sound of slightly wet grass under his feet was covered by a frenetic noise of aeration. Ratchet listened to it, while cautiously approaching the unknown mech. It almost sounded like a breath, but was certainly a depressurisation issue. The mech had fallen from so high on the sky....

The damaged plating were hot, probably from atmosphere friction. He raised his crowbar and his eyes followed the curves of the chestplates, searching for a familiar shape, that could lead him to the injured pilot inside. His gaze stopped on a deep wound, that might have cut through the cockpit.

The engineer stepped on the hot metal, his thick boots preventing him from feeling the heat, and he started searching for a hint....anything that could be a mechanism, anything that could open this damn mech !

Ratchet considered the damaged chest plate he noticed earlier. The surroundings of the wound were leaking bright pink, a very unusual color for fuel. Another of these definitively strange things about the mech. Again....not the time for that. Maybe if he could widen the gap, then he would be able to have an idea of what was going on under this armor.

He tapped the plate, -it was starting to cool down- with one of his finger. It was a very little tap, but the whole mech startled. A hiss of pain, recognisible easily by an emerite engineer-but-i-fix-people-too, it had come from the head of the mecha. Was this modele controlled from the head, like Vortex ? But Vortex was insanely huge for a mech, way taller than this one. He moved careful, noticing the shaking of his support.

"You hear me, kid ? Its going to be ok. You crashed in a safe area.".

He spoke in his medic tone, wich mean, of course brusque, serious, but also reassuring and calm.

He mumbled about the mech's features and tiny words of comfort while reaching for the head.

A red light, not regular and rather epileptic was coming from the head, and while he was almost there, on all four of his limb to keep balance, Ratchet saw it.

A spectacularly humanoid face, with sculpted nose and lips was tensed in a painful expression, frowning, but the thing who trapped his gaze was the two optics....

....staring back at him.

Mechs dont stare. Their eyes are glowing, oftenly to mimick human face, after all, human are pretty prideful creature, no point in piloting big ass metal titan if no one could tell these where their creation.

What human couldnt mimick with technologie, on the other hand, was the subtle expression between trying to evualuate a threat, his own injuries, and looking rather on the verge of death but also ready to tear any enemy's limb appart with its teeth.

With just one....very long....look at the other's eye, Ratchet was suddenly understanding what was going on.

Well....probably not but he knew what he had to save.

The pilot, the pilot he had to save.

The mech was the pilot.

He was the one he had to save.

He stopped trying to -certainly- open his chest. If it wasnt good for human it probably wasnt for living technology.

The giant technological humanoid seemed in a high distress, exhaling a lot of air from his vents, his eye still intensely staring at him and the engineer doubted his usual technique -including trying to make himself as small as possible- would work.

"Its going to be okay Kid. I can help you. There is nothing here that want to harm you".

He did his best to convey all of these emotions with his facial expression and gaze, still firmly watching back at him.

"the world better wait till im home and officially retired before killing me".

The mech's gaze -damn it was so more living than ANY human made machinery- seemed to soften a bit but still radiated with suspicion.

Deadlock had been in several bad situations. It happened quite a lot when a specie of giant aliens with tendrils tried to invade your homeland, and he was ready to it.

Trained to kill, and to do it efficiently.

And he was *good* at it.

This time was just another of these ‘i went too far in my excitation’ moments, and he has crashed on a random planet he hoped was not inhabited. He landed hard, and pieces of his ship must’ve been thrown near his location.

And now, now there was an organic like no one he ever saw, and the organic was on his *lap* and he had the kindest warmest eyes he ever saw.

And these eyes were directly looking at his own eyes, and the well named ‘Deadlock’ was starting to wonder if he finally had reunited with the Allspark. His pained and tenseful grin faded a little and he tried to move his head forward, searching a better point of view to watch the singularity in front of him.

Ow.

Moving hurt.

Some sound came out of the organic’s mouth, probably a language. He didn’t had the proper tools to decode it but the tone of the language was extremely….comforting ? Soft ?

This was scary.

He wasn’t used to be welcomed like that after a fight.

Usually it was either another fight, either the yelling of a superior, either nothing at all. But this actual living being was carefully examinating his chestplates, and he recognized the gestual of someone who was used to heal. A medic perhaps ?

He tried to move something, maybe a hand, to reach for the pale organic, to be sure he was real, but his body was rather uncooperative, from what he could say, one of his legs was missing, and a lot of wound were releasing energon on the ground he couldn’t saw.

The high probabilities of bleeding out and crash was an issue.

He let his head hang, too tired to watch for every moves of the organic, and barely aware of his environment.

There must be a big problem somewhere….

He confusely thought, while watching the stars.

Must be a bigger injury I haven’t saw……..

Ratchet saw the bright light coming from the alien’s eyes slowly fading, and cold swear ran through his back. Yet, he could still say the soldier was alive, the lights of his body were shining, not a lot, but it was enough. He looked at his first aid kit with disappointment. That wouldn’t be very efficient since the form of life he was trying to preserve wasn’t a tiny human. The nearest thing he could compare the Mech to was….well their own mechs, or eventually….Quintesson. An horrible mess of organic and technology. It was partially thanks to their weird constitution that Ratchet had been able to make sense with the ‘he is alive’ thought.

At this moment and with this material, he couldn’t help the kid, and didn’t possess enough knowledge to tell if he was even dying or not.

He had already an idea of what to do….to fix him, at least trying to, but it involved several objects he hadn’t right now. Leaving to search for these so called objects was risking to let an injured alone, he couldn’t take that risk. He was trapped with the mech, and had to hurry and find something. He stood and reached for more adapted material in his car, trying to find something…. Anything.

Surprisingly, the most useful artifact he came across was his electric screwdriver and a bunch of screw along with a long metallic cabke. A parallel between human stitch, with sewing threads and the material he had with him right now. He could manage something between human fixing and mech repairing, that was what the ‘bio’ in bioengineer stood for.

The kid would be ok. He would live and tell Ratchet why he fell from the sky, and maybe if he saw his friend Jazz….out there…….

.

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:)) @keferon

(I swear I’m not insane, your AU is just kinda giving me infinite drawing stamina lmao)

[illwilledomen]

Adults n’ babies.

Info below.

Villagers (and all Testificates)

- Children have tufts of hair, and bald during puberty.

- The darker pigment in their proboscis occurs during puberty. They also grow into their noses.

- Kids are kind of scrunkly and wrinkly, like Sphinx cat kittens. They’re also very small, and have huge growth spurts once they hit their teenage years.

- Adult villagers are incredibly tall, and lack much visible hair aside from fine body hair, light facial hair (like stubble) and eyebrows, which are bristly and whisker-like. Another noticeable feature is their short philtrum and near lack of a visible upper lip. Their noses are as sensitive as human lips, and are typically used in the same way for affection and gesture. Villager proboscis can scrunch, wrinkle and twitch, moving to follow scents like the noses of elephant shrews.

- Villagers have much keener senses of smell than humans, and can produce a wider range of sounds.

Piglin

- Much like villagers, piglets start fuzzy and bald into wrinkly adult piglin.

- Piglets learn to vocally emote first, then sign phrases later on. Piglin use vocalisations as emotional context cues for the more complex sentences they sign.

- Piglin sows have litters of up to six piglets. Most of these piglets will die, particularly if it’s a nomadic horde, so they only receive proper names at one and a half nether years, or when they begin to grow out of their camouflage stripes.

- Piglets are born with stripes and an earthier pigment to help them hide from Infernal predators.

Endermen

- Endermen give birth through their mouth. They do breed asexually, though some Endermen do recreationally partake in what is possibly intercourse. It’s hard for Enderologists to tell.

- The offspring spends ten years inside of a nutrient sac before emerging as an Ender-child. The Ender-child will slowly develop features like limbs and a complex digestive system, though it begins with only a torso, a brain and a pair of eyes. These eyes are non-functional as psionic communicators, which is their secondary purpose in adults.

- They excrete an oily substance that repels Endermites and keeps them moisturized enough to move. As the larvae matures, it will develop the velvety exoskeleton of an adult Enderman. It will also begin to omit psionic frequencies, though these begin as nonsensical bursts of information.

- They mature at 100 years old. Most of this 100 years is spend engorging on chorus fruit, stem and endstone mineral salts. They have no emotional connection to their parent, as eventually they will develop enough to join the Chorus and become one conscious Being. Alternatively, they can worship a void God and become an Endersent.

Players

- Players were primarily constructed by Rana of the Elphar Senate of Builders, or artificers under her command. Most players were raised either in the Garden, an enclosed sterilized “meadow” next to the Senate building, or within the ancient city.

- They have three brains. The Animal, aka a normal human brain, the Purpose, an information tablet which dictates their robotic instincts, Basic Information and function, and the Soul, which enables emotion and sapience.

- Steve was constructed as The Builder, Alex was constructed as The Hunter, and Hero was constructed as The Friend, but is commonly referred to simply as the first. Hero destroyed two other players before he was supposedly decommissioned.

- Players begin existence as entirely androgynous beings, and may transition into genders upon discovering them. Gender is not encoded onto the Basic Information tablet, so they may struggle to understand it. Steve has adopted a masculine identity, enjoys it, though expresses confusion at being called a “male”.

[theinfernalcollective]

System things is thinking of something to tell your therapist but as soon as you start the session your gatekeeper holds the thought or memory so you can't say anything because you don't remember it and as soon as you leave the session its given back to you. - Vayu