#this story is for all the systems with doll alters!

[patchworkcuddlebug]

The Doll In My Brain

Allison wakes up, feeling well rested. She's still in the doll's uniform, a simple yet elegant maid outfit, as she finds herself politely sat at the edge of her bed. It's perfectly made, and the rest of her room looks immaculately tidied as well.

She stands and stretches her body as her grogginess slowly fades, and as the first part of her morning routine, checks the whiteboard on her desk. "This one has finished our chores earlier than expected, Miss." it writes in a handwriting much better than hers. "It has decided to spend the rest of the night still, to rest our body. It hopes that is acceptable."

Allison grabs the nearby marker, erasing the message with the wipe that the doll so graciously provided. "Thanks again for all your hard work! I feel great this morning. You're a very good doll."

Wishing her doll nothing but satisfaction, Allison begins to change into something much more befitting of a person. Once she tried asking the doll to select outfits for her as part of its nightly routine, but the poor thing doesn't seem to understand fashion all too well if it isn't playing a game of dress-up.

. . . . .

Allison inspects the cucumber closely. She's already collected everything on her list, and is now filling out the doll's list. It took the poor thing a while to build the courage to ask for food, and she wants to do her best to make it happy. She just isn't sure what counts as a "good cucumber" or not.

It's been a conversation in the past. Dolls aren't really supposed to feel hunger, they usually just subsist on tea and magic and the will of their witch. But while constrained to her body, her doll feels the need to care for it as it would a witch, and that includes preparing meals for her. While Allison usually makes herself something best described as "sufficiently caloric", her doll enjoys the act of service too much to simply fuel her rather than nourish her.

"Excuse me, do you work here?"

Allison turns to see an older man, supporting himself on the handle of his cart. She looks down and notices she's wearing a colour a bit too similar to the employee's apron. He continues before she can speak up, asking "I'm having trouble finding the instant mashed potatoes."

He turns and leaves, packets in hand.

Allison blinks, looking around. She's in a completely different aisle. She shakes her head, trying to free herself from the remnants of her haze of docile obedience. Nobody's looking at her, so it seems like the doll didn't do anything a person shouldn't do. It even remembered not to leave her... their? Purse in the cart that time. What a good doll, she thinks to herself, promising to add an extra thank-you to the whiteboard.

. . . . .

Allison sighs as she places her second, and last, grocery bag on the kitchen counter. It wasn't unmanageable, but lugging the food up to her complex's top floor never got easier. Maybe once the temperature wasn't such an issue, she could leave it in her car and ask the doll to fetch it for her... but that would require her body to venture outside, with the doll's uniform and mannerisms. Even under the cover of night, the idea was mortifying.

As she unpacks, her train of thought continues. She wonders if the doll feels the same way about her, if it ever finds itself concerned with how she acts in its body. She's sure it couldn't mind, she couldn't imagine a doll that would dare. Well, now she just hopes the poor thing doesn't feel to bad about borrowing her body...

She's been standing in the kitchen for a while, borrowing the doll's stillness. The food has been put away some time ago.

Regardless, Allison feels the need to check. Sure enough, everything is filed away with an almost mechanical consistence, including the canned soup being alphabetized.

Thank you, doll, she thinks to herself, just in case it can hear her. Part of her laments not doing the work herself, but she cuts herself off before getting caught in the weeds of defining what constitutes 'herself' considering the circumstances.

As a habit, having regained control, she checks the doll's chore list. As reliable as it is, it can forget to keep track of chores it does when it's 'off the clock' during the day. She crosses off "Organizing" and shuffles to the couch, eager to relax.

. . . . .

Allison slowly drifts awake. She looks down at the floor, past the doll's outfit, and sees tea spilled on the kitchen's tile. She quickly figures that she must have passed out on the couch... and that her doll must have felt so emotional about spilling its drink it had to take a break. She can still feel the anxiety in her body, the seizing of muscles and the hastened breathing.

The first thing she does is retreat into her room, grabbing a marker and sticky note. Returning to the scene, she places it on the cabinet just next to the spill, somewhere the doll would surely see it. "It's okay, don't feel bad!" she writes. "It was just a mistake, everyone makes them. I'm more than happy to help out."

There, only now can she risk starting to clean. She places the unharmed mug on the counter, getting on her knees to wipe the spill with a nearby rag. It isn't long before that familiar fade starts to threaten to overtake her, the soothing repetition of her task lulling her to sleep and coaxing the doll back into place.

Her last act for the night, with what willpower her personality had the presence to muster, was to smile as bright as she could. Hopefully, when the doll came back, it would be just a little happier.

[artdragon22]

Nature Deities AU - Story beats with pictures An AU that's very loosely inspired by @maudiemoods Stardust beings AU and @jackofallrabbits fanfics of that AU (Sources of Light in particular) :3

I've been (and still am) working on this AU for so long and I'm so happy to finally be able to share all of the story beats and pictures that I have right now ^^ I think this post might be kind of long so I will put most of the story/pics under a "Keep reading" thing. TW for death of a minor character in one of the pics (nothing graphic/bloody/gorey but just to be safe) Enjoy!

            -Yin was collecting some ingredients within the “shallow” parts of the Distortion Caverns, the cave system near their home town of Emerald Valley, for their magic lessons but became disoriented and wandered too far into the caves, fell down a deep hole, and lost consciousness.

-When Yin regains consciousness, they discover to their horror that they have been captured by the infamous cult members that live deep in the Distortion Caverns and have been sedated, bound, and put up as an offering/sacrifice to Eclipse, the powerful and sadistic deity of dreams and spiders.

-Displeased and insulted by Yin’s sedated state and inability to struggle/attempt to escape, Eclipse instead eats one of the higher-ranking cult members as a warning to the others to not sedate any future offerings/sacrifices as Eclipse prefers them to be lively and alert.

-Eclipse decides to wait until Yin’s sedation wears off then challenges them to give him a good reason to spare them, otherwise he will eat them.  Yin scrambles to think of something but admits they can’t think of anything they could possibly offer such a powerful deity as him and instead beg him for mercy.

-Pleased by their humility and acknowledgement of his greatness and power, he offers that if Yin can survive 10 minutes against one of his best warriors in combat, they will earn his mercy. -Although the warrior has advantage in physical strength, size, speed, endurance, combat experience, and an ability to produce a paralyzing venom, Yin is clever, determined, and resourceful and manages to keep the warrior at bay for 10 minutes, after which time Eclipse raises a hand and calls an end to the match.

-Eclipse decides to keep Yin as a pet, much to Yin’s dismay, and promises to take very good care of them, and even pamper them and teach them magic, as long as they behave.  As a first act of providing for Yin’s needs and comfort, Eclipse materializes a home for Yin to live in near the arm of his throne.  Compared to Eclipse it looks like a doll house, but Yin is amazed at how big and nice it is both outside and inside (especially compared to their modest apartment in town.)             -Now Yin must decide if they want to try to escape back to their home in town (and think of how), or stay as Eclipse’s pet/companion.  On one hand, Yin wants to return to the home and life that they know and love (and they feel a bit embarrassed to be considered a pet); on the other hand, Yin can’t deny that being cared for, protected, and tutored by a powerful deity would be a very good life.

-At first, Yin considers trying to sneak out and get back to town, but quickly dismisses the idea since they know Eclipse is able to alter the cave tunnels to keep Yin going in circles (not to mention he has countless spiders and followers acting as his eyes to keep a watch on Yin wherever they go), plus Yin doesn’t want to risk offending a very powerful deity after he *just* granted them mercy and spared their life.  So, Yin decides to try negotiating with Eclipse to release them back to their home, which quickly fails as he simply hums in amusement and pats their head, declaring that *this* is their home now.

-The longer Yin stays however, the more accustomed they become to their new life as Eclipse’s companion and even manage to make a few friends with some of the cult members.  They also find that their naturally light-sensitive eyes make them very well-suited for the cave environment and it’s nice to not have to worry about too much light hurting their eyes all the time.  Although it will definitely be quite the adjustment, Yin feels like they could call this strange new place home, even if they can’t help constantly thinking of their previous home in town. Eclipse has promised Yin that they will want for nothing while in his care and that big things are coming, not just for Yin but for all of his followers, and the town as well.  Yin can’t help but feel a bit uneasy about this foreboding promise…

[silyabeeodess]

Kuroshitsuji Analysis: Thoughts on How the Latest Bizarre Dolls Function

It's been an eternity since I've kept up with the series, and this is mostly just an assortment of ideas that have popped up in my head lately, so take from them what you will: There's just something that's been bothering me with the latest "evolution" of bizarre dolls as we've seen them in the series.

Just to recap for those who follow me who haven't touched this series in a while either, back in the Public School Arc, we learned that the Bizarre Dolls were running on episodes in addition to the edits made to their cinematic records. This change essentially created "memories" of future events that allowed them to act in a closer fashion similar to the living depending on the quality and quantity of said episodes. Their new purpose, besides seeking out a replacement for their missing souls, becomes their longing for a future. By the time we get to the events of Blue Sphere Music Hall, they've evolved further through blood transfusions. On one hand, the blood transfusions seem to affect them mostly just physically: Because their circulatory systems don't work properly, they need a steady supply of fresh blood in a similar way to a toy running on batteries. On the other hand, we have incidents such as the events at F.O.L. Orphanage, where the people working for Undertaker are trying to mold the "donor's essences" to match the four stars along with their shared blood types. Right now though, it doesn't seem like we have a good explanation yet as to how this works beyond largely speculation.

Onto what's going to seem like a different topic (I promise I'll connect all of this together later), let's talk about ghosts. Your traditional, everyday ghosts that you hear about in local legends or paranormal shows. Think about how their stories typically go. The spirits of soldiers that are wander through a battlefield where no one has fought for centuries. The doctors in old asylums who continue to practice on "patients" even though no one's actually lived there for so long that the building was left in decay. The custodian or community servant that hasn't left their post even in death. The point connecting all of these stories is how they're distinctly tied to the ghost's old identities. However, there are a couple of issues: Not only do these stories only really give us one facet of the ghost's original, full and complicated life--typically, their career along with maybe a few key personality traits--they treat these spirits as beings existing in a single moment in time, not simply refusing to move on from their past selves, but completely unchanging. And the thing is... complexity and change are human nature. Even if we stick to old habits, live in the same place, or stay in the same job for decades, we're constantly changing both inside and out. Our interests and tastes shift. We react to different people in different ways, and our opinions of them can improve or worsen with time. Wounds we thought would never heal eventually don't hurt as much as they used to. These ghost stories are just that: Stories that aren't meant to change, and so the characters in them are written, programmed, with specific traits and never alter.

Another common theme of ghost stories is their thirst for revenge or desire to resolve regrets, which often causes them to act aggressively. Has anyone else noticed that pretty much every Bizarre Doll has an extremely violent streak? Not just the zombie-like ones: Polaris, Layla, and Doll all have this, and while we've never seen R!Ciel act the same way, his/its apathy to all of the horrors caused by Undertaker's schemes and his/its own brother's misery is unsettling in itself. And I have to ask: Is this really them? Obviously, their souls are gone, but even as empty vessels with all of the memories of who they used to be... something isn't quite right. We can't talk about Polaris or Layla, since we don't know who they originally were, but allow me to cover the other two.

When she was alive, Doll was a bright, laidback girl who cared deeply for her family and the life they made for themselves at the circus. She got embarrassed over things like believing in the tooth fairy as a child. She didn't turn a blind eye to people in need, like Snake, and was quick to forgive the wrongs of others because she empathized with their desperation, like when she thought O!Ciel was stealing from the tents. Despite being forced to wear both a literal and metaphorical mask as a performer and criminal, she had an overall honest personality--believing in promises, being open about herself, and giving her trust easily. She believed in "evening out" wrongs, such as when sharing her secret of her stage identity with O!Ciel after feeling guilty over seeing his slave mark. She was shown to harbor the most reluctance/guilt out of all of the circus' main cast when it came to the kidnappings and hated being forced into a position where she had to kill anyone just as much as the rest of her family.

Yes, she tried to kill O!Ciel when she learned about Joker's and the other's deaths, and I can see a strong desire for revenge affecting her to a point, but that was also at a moment of immediate and intense grief, and if her Bizarre Doll matched who she really was, then I have to ask: Would the real Doll be such a massive hypocrite? Would she really be ok with grooming children just like she and the others in the circus were groomed to meet Baron Kelvin's ideals? Would she be ok with killing even more children? For someone with such immense internal struggle, would the passing of time not give her any chance to reflect on the actions that led to her and her family's demise or grow past it, when even O!Ciel, the character of this series that embodies revenge, nevertheless finds other things to live for despite how much he says otherwise? She/it can feel guilty toward Snake finding out she's a "monster"... but not feel guilty enough to stop herself from repeating the exact same crimes that got her/it where she/it is? Despite that very reluctance being a key aspect of who she used to be? Just like those ghost stories I was talking about, this version of "Doll" that we get as a living corpse removes all of that complexity and whittles her/it down to a few main traits: Doll had a bright persona that she puts on, she loved her family dearly, and she hated those who took her family from her and wanted them to suffer.

The exact same thing is done to R!Ciel and his Bizarre Doll. The real Ciel may have criticized O!Ciel's dream of opening a toy store, but it was only because he wanted them to stay together. As a young boy, he was naturally all too eager to throw away the family title and leave London with Ciel if it meant they didn't have to be apart. When his parents told him he could support O!Ciel someday if he kept to his duty as the Phantomhive heir, he resigned himself to that role. He valued being the "older brother," someone who could protect O!Ciel, and while he didn't give that same compassion to anyone else easily, it didn't mean he was heartless. Tanaka was just as much his "gramps" as O!Ciel's. He had no trouble boldly approaching others despite being the more discerning twin regarding who was trustworthy or not, beaming at the likes of Diedrich while not saying a word to the criminal who bought them. He was a child that regretted telling his brother that Santa didn't exist, and burst into tears when he just couldn't take the pressure of the horrifying situation they were thrown into any longer.

His Bizarre Doll? He/it reacts to most everything with a controlled smile. He/it seems to revolve around only these ideas: "I am the Earl of Phantomhive." "I am the strong, older brother." "I want my brother beside me." Yes, freeing O!Ciel from his contract with Sebastian does match the protective sibling he was in life... but how about telling Tanaka to throw away that Funtom merch? Would the real Ciel, the Ciel that picked armfuls of flowers and personally cooked meals for his brother, really be so callous with his brother's dream after only briefly acknowledging his success? Even Tanaka seems to pick up on something not being right.

A word I highlighted earlier in this analysis is programmed, and the reason I stressed it is because of something similar to the story of the Bizarre Dolls that we're experiencing right now in the real world: The rise of AI. As this story continues, that is what the current evolution of Bizarre Dolls feel like to me. The memories still contained within their bodies act as the "prompt" for their personalities. However, they don't have the same ability to change, grow, or process complex emotions/situations the way a real human can. Doll's empathy and internal struggle is gone. R!Ciel wanted to be with his brother, but his old self never dismissed O!Ciel's autonomy.

In Othello's discussion with Grell at the pub, he mentioned that Undertaker could evolve the Bizarre Dolls to a point where they would be indistinguishable from the living, but I beg to disagree. No matter how advanced AI has gotten, we all feel something unnerving about it and know that it has its limits. Sometimes, it's just technical issues, like a lack of memory or a system periodically wiping itself. Other times, we have repeated vocal patterns that don't match the way a person naturally speaks, or highly exaggerated facial expressions that look like something out of a horror film. These systems don't leave room for human complexity either, and they're easily swayed by whatever information the prompter or programmer enters into them. It can only pretend to be human.

EDIT: Woke up this morning with something to add. I'm thinking the way the F.O.L. Orphanage kids are groomed might reflect on just how shallow a mimicry the Bizarre Dolls are to their old, living selves as well. Each batch of kids is trained to do specific things--games, horseback riding, gymnastics, butler work, etc.--depending on the star whose blood they're a match with, but there is no way for them to go through the same lived experience as those people. For example, the Pomeranians get a room of their own when they turn ten, but the only reason both R!Ciel and O!Ciel had rooms of their own was because R!Ciel literally died. There is strong trauma tied to that specific trait. They are also "encouraged" to stay inside and study, but R!Ciel was made to study due to being the heir of the Phantomhives, while O!Ciel had to stay inside due to his asthma--again, traits that are nigh impossible for others to easily replicate. The Corgis attempting to match Doll are almost equal in futility, because the only reason she needed to learn gymnastics and other physical tricks is because of her life in the circus.

[knickynoo]

Well, I was sufficiently enabled for the idea, so here it is: ✨Alex P. Keaton's Top Neurodivergent Moments✨

The funny thing is that the amount of time I put into scrolling through my encyclopedic mental inventory of Family Ties scenes, compiling these moments in a list, making gifs, and finding past gifsets/analysis to link back to makes creating this post one of my most neurodivergent moments. Good for me.

These will be organized by season (easier for me than trying to rank on a scale) and are in no way ALL of the moments. I'd need like...15 posts for that. Also, tumblr only allows 30 images/gifs per post, so I'm going to include links to past posts when possible.

ENJOY!

• Alex gets his first-ever failing grade and immediately decides to quit school

Exactly what it says. Alex strolls into college all bright-eyed and confident and ends up a broken shell of a guy just a week or so later. The prototypical Gifted Kid from the moment he learned to speak, Alex cannot handle anything less than perfection. Getting the first F of his life shatters his entire self-image, and he wants to drop out of college entirely.

• Alex's friend Doug announces he's getting married, and Alex spirals into despair. As one does.

The entirety of the "Best Man" episode is one big Alex displaying neurodivergent behaviors moment, honestly. There are a whole lot of Alex-centered plots that are set into motion because A Change happens, and he just cannot deal with it, and this is one of the best examples. Alex is so distraught at the suddenly altered dynamic that he wanders the house like a lost soul—sad and confused and needy. He walks in on Steven's shower just to give him a hug, offers to go shopping with Mal and play dolls with Jen, and also draws up a seven-year contract for his other friends to sign to ensure they stick to their regularly scheduled card games, lest they also run off to get married and destroy his life.

• Alex P. Keaton: child development expert

When faced with the news of another sibling on the way, Alex has some very nurturing advice at the ready for when the baby is crying.

• The Keatons all laugh at a funny story. Alex is not amused.

This is one of my favorite Alex scenes of the series. Uncle Rob shares a memory of the time Steven was young and got in trouble because he started rebelling against the system and refused to write his name in the designated spot on his school test papers. The family shares a hearty laugh. Alex, king of black-and-white thinking and lover of rules, is deeply upset.

I love him so much. He genuinely cannot see how they're enjoying such a story. The Name Spot is for names. And his father dared to write in the Not For Names Spot?? Jail for Steven.

He's so ridiculously autistic.

• Alex's favorite childhood toy

It was a cardboard box. I can't quite put into words why this sets off my ND radar, but it does. Maybe it's the being attached to unusual items thing that's common with autism? The intense fixations that make other people go ????

The Alex and Ba-ba plotline provides some wonderful Alex Lore.

• Mr. Mustache

Yeah, those intense fixations? In the "Fool for Love" episode, Alex grows a mustache and legitimately cannot speak about anything else for the several days that follow. He's asked to present a speech at Mallory's homecoming dance and centers his entire speech around his mustache. He's unable to have a conversation that doesn't involve mustaches. It's incredible.

• Everything in "Matchmaker"

Alex is so sweet in this one. After Mallory comes home crying after a bad date, Alex promises to help her find a great guy. Unfortunately, putting someone who struggles socially and with processing emotions in charge of your love life isn't exactly a great fit. Alex uses the power of science to craft a formula to find Mallory's perfect match (he isn't), then tags along on their date and helps foster a very natural environment (it isn't) for the relationship to flourish (it doesn't).

The episode ends with a great scene between Alex and Mallory that shows just how well Mal understands the inner-workings of her big brother's head.

• Divorce is tough. Alex has some advice.

The Keaton kids are shocked to learn that their Uncle Rob is divorcing their Aunt Maureen. As Jen and Mallory reel from the information, Alex helps to reframe things.

He then pulls out the Special Interest Card and compares the divorce of their aunt and uncle to a "failed merger, not unlike the breakup of the phone company—although obviously less emotional. Nothing more than a natural fluctuation in the marketplace of love and marriage."

And the thing is, he IS impacted by the news. He just hasn't the slightest clue how to actually process it. So, a simple failed merger it is!

• You had one job

Mallory needs some croissants for a fancy get-together she's having with her poetry class. Alex helpfully offers to go pick them up.

Now, I debated about this one because there's part of me that's like, "Hmm, did Alex purposely do this to annoy Mallory?" Is this just a jerk move? But you know what? It stays on the list because the whole "I personally don't like this thing and struggle to see how anyone else could. Therefore, I will get the thing I like" is (for me) a relatable aspect of being ND.

• Every single second of "A, My Name is Alex"

For real, though. This episode is a deep dive into how Alex became the person he is, and it is FILLED with "flashbacks" of an intensely neurodivergent child whose issues were made worse by the people around him. (Mostly teachers and peers. Steven and Elyse did their best with him, but I do also have some critiques of the way they parented him). Anyway, he represses his emotions to the point of a meltdown

And then there's this

Full coin gifset here. Also, I made posts on the full episode, which can be found here and here.

• "Alex has a weird body"

That's Mallory's explanation to Andy as to why Alex can't help her when she needs someone to model one of her latest clothing creations. She says Alex's head is too big for his body, and those words, unfortunately, find their way back to him. In a mini plot reminiscent of the mustache one, Alex proceeds to obsess over the comment.

And I mean, I think being told your head is too big for your body would make anyone insecure, but it's the way Alex handles it. He's unable to have regular conversations for a while because he can't stop fixating on the size of his noggin'.

Both of the "Read it and Weep" episodes fit in this list, to be honest

• An accurate statement by Lauren

I've got to include this because it really does neatly condense a lot of who Alex is

So true, bestie.

And then, to wrap this whole thing up, there's all of this

And this is just what I can fit in this here post without going over the limit lol. Obsessed with the way MJF played Alex.

Thanks for reading ✌️

This is me with Alex, btw

[abyssaldoll]

Lifestyle jirai, block don’t report 🤍🪽

🕊️ Angels have blue hair…

💉 Jinx | she/it | 21 🦋

~ I’m a syshost + fictive. (we were diagnosed in 2022 and were suspected since 2018)

~ auDHD, severely borderline, psychotic and disabled

~ child sex trafficking survivor

~ anorexic and self-harmer

~ my system is collectively boygirl, but I’m a demigirl + use fem or neutral terms

~ I’m 21 and happy to be your jirai big sibling, but please don’t tell me you wanna be like me. It makes me uncomfy because I’m very unwell.

~ I’m literally Jinx. Die mad about it instead of telling me I’m not. I’m also Lux’s girlfriend fiancée!! <3

~ Any disorder I claim to have or have had is diagnosed, self dx / suspected are welcome here but that’s not what I am and that’s important to me to clear up.

likes, tags + DNI under the cut ☁️

I like Nikki series games, Arcane, LoL and story based games like Life is Strange and Lost Records

I’m a lifestyle and fashion jirai, but I dress mori kei, decora kei, subcul and western punk too! I also want to try out gyaru fashion at some point.

I love love love jfashion and have been in multiple different communities, if there’s a style you think I’ll suit lmk because i’m always down to try new looks!! 🪽

🫧 This account belongs to me, but other alters post here too. If you don’t wanna talk to them at all, I’d rather you don’t DM us, and if you’re sending asks for a specific alter please say who it is in your ask.

DNI if: Transphobe, Racist, Ableist, Sexist, Homophobic, TERF / SWERF, you can’t be normal about about systems, you hate on jirai danshi’s (technically as a collective we are a jirai danshi), you’re an ex of mine (leave me alone, fuck you), or if you’re not comfortable with adults interacting.

my tags are on this post:

doll on the shelf 🪽- my posts

from another shelf 🕊️ - my reblogs

my love and light ✨ - anything I post about Lux (other alters may use this tag for their partners too)

inside the dollhouse ☁️ - anything I post about my hobbies (cosplay, art and gaming)

dress up doll 🐇 - my outfits and fashion posts + any completed cosplays

pretty dollie 🐚 - accountability tag for losing weight + skincare, this might have slight ED content but no numbers.

[antinous-of-ithaca-but-cuter]

“still not gonna be king.”

OOC UNDER THE CUT, PLEASE READ @maggiemelodies09

Mod here, Maggie, hun, darling, doll, whatever the fuck you want to be called. I tried to type this all out once but like 10 minutes in my Tumblr crashed and I lost all of my progress so I'm going to give you a summary.

I am asking you as politely as I can to please stop interacting with my Antinous blog due to three things;

He is based more off of the homeric epic than epic the musical and even then he is taken extremely out of character for being an Antinous

You have reblogged the same post on this blog 4 different times where an alter of mine told you to submit the same ask again so he could take the roleplay more seriously, but instead you reblogged it four times over the span of multiple days instead of listening to him and resubmitting the ask and that made me weirdly uncomfortable

And finally, I don't blame you for this one because I have to redo the intro posts on all but about one or two of my blogs, but I don't feel particularly comfortable roleplaying with OCs on this blog because of how I play Antinous on this roleplay blog and what he is based off of

I am primarily asking you to stop interacting with this blog because I am growing increasingly frustrated, uncomfortable, and annoyed with the interactions with this blog from you and I honestly cannot tell you why.

Also as it says in the intro post of my main blog, I am an OSDD system, there are basically multiple people inside of my body if that makes sense. Sometimes I can't control who's in control and who's not, I really don't want one of my alters to lash out at you and you not knowing who you're actually talking to and ending up getting hurt or upset by the words said.

Also to be quite frank with you I'm trying to take this blog from mostly silly roleplay to some more serious scenes and stories.

If you still want to interact with me or other roleplay blogs heres a list of all the different blogs for you that I think you would enjoy;

@bright-side-of-the-moon-tele -> My Telemachus blog that's mentored by both Artemis and Athena, please try to stay mostly serious over there

@lethia-not-athena -> An Athena blog where Athena loses her memories and is stripped of her divinity after God Games, Penelope and Telemachus take her in and she now considers them family

@king-of-the-fish -> A Poseidon roleplay blog ran by our friend CC who does oc roleplay whenever their asks are on, they also have the master list for this specific roleplay blog circle pinned to their blog

@4mph1r1t3 -> Poseidon's wife, best boy in the entire roleplay blog circle runs this blog /silly

@1ceyanonhasarrived -> An oc roleplay blog ran by my best friend in the circle

@best-dressed-on-mt-olympus -> A really funny Hermes blog ran by one of my friends

@apollo-the-god-of-the-sun -> Another blog ran by another friend who doesn't get enough love

@asclepius-god-of-healing -> Apollo's son's blog, ran by me as well

@bigidiotenergytm sometimes does roleplay if they aren't drawing but it's like 5 paragraphs minimum with images mixed in and I'm scared to roleplay with that honestly (this is slander, I'm still waiting for them to reply to my Antinous roleplay), they also draw amazing art

@messymoonmad and @the-cross-girl don't really do roleplay, I've seen them so something similar to it sometimes though. They mainly just draw some pretty epic art though (pun intended)

@l-l-l-l-legendary -> They run the Telemachii and banned me from my own Telemachus blog because I said 'hear me out' to duvetbox's shirtless Odysseus from Love in Paradise (love you too mod)

@captaindirtymax is an irl friend, he doesn't run a roleplay blog but I am calling him out for flooding the notifications for my main blog occasionally lol

I couldn't think of any Zeus' so have two; @lightning-wielder and @king-of-the-gods-zeus

@hera-of-peacocks -> really fun Hera blog I got to draw the pfp for

Here's all of the blogs for the teenage traitors au/titan monarchy au -> @teen-hades @teenage-poseidon @wisdom-lightning-protection @hestia-demeter, that's all the blogs for that au I know about

And then lastly there's my anon oc Cotton/Candy over on my main blog, I don't use her often, she's mainly just here for to annoy my friends and occasionally roleplay with CC or Amph's blogs

I really hope you take none of this the wrong way, I'm not mad, I'm just simply asking you to stop roleplaying with this specific Antinous blog as I'm not really comfortable with oc interactions on this blog, though my friends would love to meet you and roleplay with you!!

None of this is meant to be mean, ugly, nasty, or rude, just me getting this off my chest in the most crystal clear way I know how to.

Sincerely, Antinous' mod @cotton-candy-anon

[tommyssupercoolblog]

speaking of marriages, have you and your husband got each other rings and such or? I'm actually unsure how your love story and stuff started so I'm kinda curious...

We used to have a ring!!!! but we couldn't afford to get it sized properly so one day I was stimming really hard and shaking my hands autism style and it flew off.... One day I hope to buy a new one and get it sized good so it won't disappear again. That was a STRESSFUL day I was in tears looking for it and Seán thankfully calmed me down and reminded me that a ring is just a symbol and isn't actually that important, and everything was gonna be okay. He is so amazing and POGGERS 🙀😻

I posted a comic about how we got together at some point on here!!! I definitely have it on my old webbed site that I don't use anymore. Lemme go grab it- FOUND!!!

This is old as fuck and honestly needs to be redone but it has a quick TLDR!!! And a mention of the headspace kids- deep cut Tommy Mcloughlin lore.... (I was feeling really depressed about not being able to have kids so Joey, who's sort of like our boss because he was the first alter to split off, suggested we look into basically pretending we have kids. He pointed out that if we can manifest whatever in headspace, then while they wouldn't actually move or think independently or be ALIVE, we could make fake babies to hold and take care of. So sometimes when I catch baby fever and feel like I need to be motherinnit I will use my headspace babies to calm down, but they are not real alters and when I'm not using them they stop existing. They're more like dolls than real kids)

But yeah for a while we weren't aware of the rest of the system, so me and Seàn were in this weird limbo of alternating between being a couple, being platonic friends with crushes, and confessing or making a move, wildly jumping from one to the other or being in a gray area because we didn't think the other one was real, so it was a coin toss on every interaction wether the other (or ourselves) would act like something that already happened, like, happened. One day we're cuddling, the next it's as if it never happened even though we both remember it, because we don't think it was a real experience that "counted".

Then when we had the system egg cracking, it made us realize that that meant that the other person was real, and by extension, all of our moments together, and it was like. "OH SHIT. OH SHIT I HAVE A BOYFRIEND AND HE'S REAL. OH SHITTTTT /pos" and we were both SO hype and excited. It felt too good to be true, that like, all of my memories of us talking to each other while fronting were real. That I wasn't "going crazy" when the body moved on it's own and I was chilling and offering commentary while Seàn was doing things, or vice versa and I was moving around and Seàn was talking to me; he's real and we were spending time together. It was the BEST actually.

Seàn proposed, and when he did it it was actually on impulse because we were mid conversation and he was just. SO in love with me and overwhelmed by it that he got up, dug around in our closet to find a ring (it was a silver replica of the one ring from LOTR that we'd gotten for Christmas) and proposed on the SPOT and I CRIED.

We weren't sure at first how a wedding would...like, work? With us sharing a body and all, but eventually we figured it out; we both believe in God, and Quakers, who also believe in God, don't have a preist figure because everyone is equal in their church, so they get married by literally just praying to God and being like, "this is the person I choose to be with for eternity, we're going to pledge our love and faithfulness to each other at you DIRECTLY instead of having some guy do it for us" and they'll have a witness there if the want to have it legally recognized. So we did the same thing!!! A friend witnessed over discord and we prayed and got married that way; and we don't have legal paperwork ofc but the part that actually MATTERS- swearing oaths to each other and promising to be together for our whole lives and afterlives too- is all covered. So we did that a bit after the proposal since it took a minute of planning to figure out the logistics of how that like....works.

We wore that ring on the body's ring finger for months and months before it fell off- I still haven't seen it, actually? Searched the carpet and the stairs, washer and dryer in case it fell into a laundry basket, no sign of it. Must have no-clipped into the backrooms or something because it EVAPORATED, I haven't seen that thing at all even though it's been forever since it fell off??

Anyway. Soulmates are real, love is real, gay people POG, I love my husband, YIPPEE !!!!!!!!!!

[alterrune]

RE:KMRG SIDE STORIES - TWO EVENTS AT ONCE?!

Oh hey, looks like Summer Nights' rerun theme has been announced!

What's "Summer Nights"?

A special Splatfest, Susie. Happened last summer, too. Every time one of those splatfests happen, Kyle dolls up the blog for it. Fuckin' awesome work on that, by the way.

Thanks, Dystopiac. Here are the themes.

So which team are you picking? Since Big Man will be Air, I'm assuming Air?

Yes, I'm going team Air on this one.

Did you get that last nostalgia trip?

Yes again, Advisor. We're eight-for-eight on nostalgia trips being triggered. What was I reminded of this time, you may ask?

Well, I was actually reminded of a bunch of games by Nitrome.

Nitrome made some really good Flash games back in the day, and they actually have been trying to covert every single one of those games to HTML5 so people can still enjoy them today.

Their entire artstyle is 16-bit pixel graphics, and they're really charming.

I believe we ripped one of their games in the past! If my memory serves me right, it was Super Treadmill.

But which games did the Summer Nights teams remind you of?

Well, I'll show you.

-🔺💜🔵💕✍🏼🌸🃏-

For Team Land, I saw an ol' classic: Steamlands, along with their Player Pack update.

I made so many levels with this game's level editor. I think I still have an old USB flash drive somewhere in my IRL household chock-full of levels I made with the in-game level editor.

How many levels are on that flash drive?

I dunno, around 50, maybe?

50 LEVELS?! That's quite a lot.

Yeah, they were curated over the course of a few years, mind you.

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For Team Sea, I was reminded of a game me and my younger brother used to play Co-Op mode a lot on: Mutiny.

It's simple: fling bombs (or yourself) at opponents, and take them out before either they take you out or you run out of turns.

Sounds like a lot of fun!

It really was. Me and J-Man had a lot of fun blasting our guys away. Sometimes I even booted up 2-player mode by myself and treated it like a sandbox mode, as it had every bomb unlocked from the start.

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As for Team Air, it reminded me of a couple things, but most notably the first Nitrome game I ever really played.

MEGA MASH.

This game's a "Nitrome Enjoyment System" game, meant to be a 7 in 1 cart. The whole premise was that the game cartidge is so badly damaged the games are bleeding into each other, making it so you have to play 7 different games at once in order to beat all 30 levels.

Two of the games are even prequels to other Nitrome games, those being "Ninja" and "Balloon". "Ninja" is a prequel to the Final Ninja games, and "Balloon" is a prequel to the Hot Air games (btw, the original Hot Air game was Nitrome's first ever flash game)!

A majority of the games on there have you travelling through the air, hence why I was reminded of it when Team Air came to mind.

Oh! That sounds like quite an intriguing game! I like that all those different games types can blend together so well.

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And you wanna know how I found out about Nitrome? MOSHI MONSTERS. No, I'm not kidding. Moshi Monsters had an area known as the "Moshi Fun Park", and other flash games were hosted there, with some Nitrome games being thrown into the mix.

How fitting that my namesake was what introduced you to Nitrome.

Indeed, M.O.S.H.I., indeed.

-🔺💜🔵💕✍🏼🌸🃏-

So, you gonna doll up the blog for Summer Nights again? God, I hope you are.

Yes, but I'll have to find a way to have it and the RE:KMRG theme included.

You always do, Kyle.

"Yes. The only time you didn't make your Tumblr have a fancy theme was with us. I don't really mind, though, it was the first time you'd done something like that."

Heh, thanks guys. Funny how, just like SiIvaGunner, I'm about to run an event for Summer Nights as well as this one. Two events at once, I've never done that before.

But I can make it work. Like Alter said...

I always do.

[honeybeewhereartthee]

PINK KKOMAS 175

Spoiler for my stories.

...

In the world of pink KKOMAS. There's a hole that appear,it appeared a few days ago, it's not gaining attention as people watch thing happening in that au from that hole.

Doll: why does ritsu of that world doesn't do anything at all?

He saw how the event in the world turn into putting ritsu Sakuma life in line if the protagonist doesn't do what the system want. But the person who's life in line is just sleeping in another part of the dungeon.

Ritsu( sheep), opening one eye to look directly at doll: death is the last thing I would dislike.

Doll, who suddenly realize he was heard by the sheep:?????

Sheep, smiles like a gentleman and said In a very gentle tone: someone who just watches and cannot do anything to be any worth an air he breath in this worded space. What stand do you have to speak to me?

He then proceed to show a middle finger and turn around to sleep comfortably.

Doll, surprised and flabbergasted by the rude words of this ritsu who seems to not have boundary on what he said: H-HUH

Sheep: your voice irritated me. And it's saying something as I can't "hear" you at all.

It seems that sheep have some malice toward doll. No actually he malice toward anyone who tell him what to do.

He doesn't know what's the big deal of him sleeping and doing nothing as his so called master protagonist is busy dealing with system and storyline till that pink speak, he use his sweet skill to know the Wikipedia of this alter and he knows what is before and what to come to such character.

That so called "doll" better not start with him or his going to ground him down to what level his zone with his so called owner.

Doll who doesn't know what trigger the rude behavior of sheep can only frown and glare at the other. But somehow he seems to not able to have negative prospective toward such person.

Not realizing he have succumb into one of skills of sheep.

[ Trustworthy and honorable Knight ( active)

- everyone and anyone will never have negative emotion toward you ✨

- so comfortable to even tell you sweet and darkness secrets. 😋 ]

[morimens-news]

Dear Keepers,

The global version of Morimens is approaching its 1.5-Year Anniversary! The B.I.A.V Team could not have made it this far without your great support. We are excited to introduce a series of optimizations in the upcoming 1.5 Anniversary Version Update. The preview will be divided into three parts: Combat Optimizations, System Optimizations, and Events & Rewards, with details coming in later announcements.

Please note: The following battle adjustments are still in the Final Beta phase. Further changes may be made based on feedback and testing. Final content will be confirmed in the official release.

Under the cut: Buffs to characters, posses, and Aequor realm mechanics. Difficulty Adjustments in several gamemodes.

[Awakener Soulforge Aptitude Enhancements]

Ramona, Lotan, Ogier, Doll, Aigis, and Erica will receive their own unique Soulforge Aptitude Enhancements, helping them play a stronger role in Astral Reign challenges.

[All Realms Posse Enhancement]

The Keyflare limit for all Realms will be increased to match Pure Chaos, allowing a second use of Special Posse each turn for more flexible planning. Pure Chaos' unique trait will be adjusted to: "The second use of Special Posse can be triggered twice," making Keyflare management even more crucial in this Realm.

[Aequor Realm Tentacle Enhancement]

A new effect is being added to Surging Tides Stance: If active at the end of a turn, a Tentacle will spawn at the start of the next turn. Additionally, once the Tentacle Limit is reached, further Tentacle generation will increase the limit, though the required number of generations will gradually rise. This change strengthens Tentacle-focused teams and further differentiates the three Aequor stances.

[Faded Legacy Difficulty Lowered]

The difficulty of Chapter 8 and the Final Chapter (Normal Mode) will be reduced, allowing players to clear them without relying heavily on meta teams. In the future, the most challenging combat content will be reserved for Hard Mode and the D-Effect Zone.

[Astral Reign Difficulty Lowered]

The 15-turn limit in Astral Reign's main story stages will be removed, enabling clears with Emergency Gnosis. Additionally, Counter and Poison damage will now scale with the number of Roused units in the team (up to 200%), improving their performance even without investing in enhancement items or effects.

[D-Effect Zone Bonus Points]

An extra team challenge opportunity per wave will be added, granting up to 5 additional points (max 25 points). This change offers more high-score potential without altering difficulty or rewards. Note: This change is being disclosed in advance. It will arrive in Version 2.3, not the 1.5 Anniversary update.

[cantsayidont]

January 1996. Before it became a Harley Quinn thing, BIRDS OF PREY was Barbara Gordon's (barely) crypto-lesbian crimefighting polycule. After Babs was shot by the Joker and summarily discarded by the Bat-books, John Ostrander and Kim Yale reinvented the former Batgirl as Oracle, a computer hacker and information broker who for a while was Amanda Waller's second-in-command of the Suicide Squad. In 1995, Oracle became the costar of the leading homoerotic team-up franchise of the '90s, recruiting Black Canary and later various other superheroines for what was nominally a CHARLIE'S ANGELS type adventure series with Oracle as Charlie.

What's memorable about this initial special, aside from its horny Gary Frank art, is that Black Canary doesn't know who Oracle is except by reputation and as an electronically altered voice on the telephone. However, Dinah is going through a rough patch, so when she comes home to find an answering machine message from Oracle saying she has a dangerous job for her and has already bought her a first-class ticket to Gotham, Dinah decides she has nothing better to do but play out the string. Oracle has gotten her a fancy rental car and a swanky hotel suite, in which there's a throat mic and tiny transceiver that will let Oracle communicate with her (and surveil her, although Oracle already knows everything about her, from her recent breakup with Oliver Queen to her poor credit rating) 24/7:

So, Babs not only wants Dinah to do some legwork for her, but also dresses her up like a doll, watches her every move, and is a voice in her ear basically at all times. (The early BIRDS OF PREY stories often have scenes of Babs talking to Dinah from the bath or the hot tub, because that's the kind of series this is.) Rather than being creeped out by this weird stalker/control-freak behavior from an anonymous woman, Dinah says, "Sure, why not?" and decides to just go with it, even after Oracle starts bringing other women into the mix. (It seems pretty clear that when Dinah asks, "Are these your personal taste?" she's asking whether they're what Oracle wants to see Dinah in — which Dinah evidently doesn't have a problem with — rather than whether they're something Oracle herself would wear.)

This being a '90s comic book by right-wing homophobe Chuck Dixon, there are of course various no-homo evasions throughout, but I'm not sure how one is supposed to not read this as kind of gay. The second BIRDS OF PREY story, which teams Black Canary and Lois Lane (and is written not by Dixon, but by Jordan B. Gorfinkel, the editor of the initial special), has this little aside:

There's no way anyone writing something like this in 1995–96 wouldn't know how people were likely to read this. (Dinah does know that Oracle is a woman even in their first adventure, and while Babs typically distorts her voice when communicating with people as Oracle, it doesn't appear that she does that with Dinah.)

After a while, Dinah does become curious to know more about Oracle, but Babs refuses to let Dinah actually see her. Eventually, though, circumstances force the issue in BIRDS OF PREY #21:

Dixon's script for this issue contained the following note for artist Butch Guice:

The more drama you can squeeze from this the better. We’re going for The Pieta as opposed to anything that HINTS of the sexual. This scene is apparently RIPE for misinterpretation (or OVERinterpretation.) by some of our readers.

Mission accomplished — no lesbian implications here, boss!

So, as you can see, they have the "be gay" part down pretty well, and you may also be assured that Babs spends this series doing crimes. As a hacker, she of course commits computer fraud on the regular, breaking into restricted and classified systems (she's hacked the military GPS constellation so she can track Dinah, for instance), but she also routinely steals as much money as she needs to finance whatever equipment she needs and keep her girlfriend partner and their ever-growing list of attractive female cohorts in hot cars and fancy underwear. Vigilante superheroes generally take a pretty selective attitude about the law, but the number of felonies this once rather prim policeman's daughter and one-time congresswoman perpetrates honestly puts Catwoman to shame. The stories are frustratingly stupid and the art only gets hornier as it goes on, but what a good series this could have been if it were actually good.

[granulesofsand]

Subspace with Programming

🗝️🏷️ RAMCOA/OEA, CSA, ACSA, sexual themes, references to EEGs.

TL;DR We’re looking for a way to build healthy relationships with alters who have no base of safe-enough. We think subspace, sexually and not, will help.

We went to a presentation about altered states in BDSM, and they pulled up an EEG of the drop into subspace. This specific one was of a person suspended by piercings, showing the brain activity going up for rigging and suspension, and then dropping from tall yellow to short red as they slipped into the fuzzy subby state.

The presenters talked about a spike a while after the change, and that for this person it was a moment of processing. They had been using their subspace to grieve, and that was the moment they ran a list of important people they’d lost.

We got to talk to the researchers when they finished presenting, and we asked about altered states in people with already atypical states (age regression, developmental delays, systems).

BDSM in Healing

The author of one of the only recovery books about OEA talks about why their CDD clients shouldn’t participate in BDSM, and we’ve taken issue with that for a while. Similar to how autistic people do well with proper BDSM, traumatized systems also benefit from learning negotiation and safer sexual practices.

We’ve spoken to our therapist about the grey areas where it might be better to stay away (if a system has poor communication, if system members will take on sex or pain as a job, if there isn’t control over switching during scenes), and we agreed that there was no one-size-fits-all for approaching sexuality.

Most systems have an absolute boundary of no sexual interaction for littlies. In the book, there were two contrary opinions about that. One was that any sexual encounter resembling what the young ones survived was bad, because there was no way to prevent leakage from whoever was doing it. That was the author, Alison Miller’s.

The other was that sexual NPCs had allowed the young ones to meet their sexual needs from trauma, and the children could then continue their age-appropriate development. That was a survivor story, and they created the NPCs to give safe-enough touch that eventually led into safe touch (with no sexual component).

And I still come at it from a harm reduction standpoint; letting inside kids participate in sexual activities shouldn’t be the first step, or the second or the third, but there’s only so many angles some systems can try before that’s the best option.

After this point, orange paragraphs are details of abuse.

Harm Reduction

Our left sidesystem doesn’t have many obvious littlies. The group we came from didn’t find value in children outside of exploitation, and we were assigned adult identities. It takes several layers of peeling to find the childlike states in most of us, so we didn’t have as much fear of accidentally getting a child in front for sex stuff.

The Left still has programming, but ours is more focused on external presentation (amnesia, silence, reporting), and the traumatized insiders are hidden away.

The right side, however, is child-heavy. They also appear to be adults, but they know their actual ages are younger. The right is where our ‘good’ alters were placed, and that refers to the trafficked and ritually abused kids. The ones who respond to cues, who fit perfectly into the role the perps wanted.

Some of the young ones on the right are the sexualized pets, dancers, royalty. Also worth noting are the clumps of shattered fragments; the organs, the rotting body parts, the broken dolls. The majority of the Horrors (tm) happened to people on this side, and they’re all so heavily programmed that they continue responding when called.

Cues and Triggers

The ‘perfect’ ones, who weren’t shattered, show up at front for themes of bestiality, CSEM, and torturous sex. Since building trust, we’ve discovered who comes out for what (there’s a curtain of mist or smoke when people are hiding). We don’t try to expose them to any of those things, but there are situations that draw them out by similarity.

One of the most shameful events we’ve made front-accessible is when our family brought home the dog they have now. We were maybe 12 when it happened, in our bedroom, and we have the memory because a left-side alter wasn’t fully kicked from front. The dog was a puppy, he jumped on everything before he learned better. He was big enough for our size, and he hit a pressure point that cued out a younger alter. They got into position, expecting there to be adults with cameras to guide the encounter.

We were fully clothed for that, nobody else in the room, and the puppy wasn’t trained to do anything about it. The littlie was confused, the puppy was confused, the left alter was confused, and that was it. The puppy was immediately distracted by a noise outside, so we opened the bedroom door and he took off.

This happens with the littlies we can’t talk to unless they’re in the fronting realm, and who can only stay in the fronting realm while they have an active trigger. We have interventions, but those are focused on the safety of the ones we find. We don’t have a reliable means of encouraging alters to remain safe and work on their behaviors.

We’ve gotten better at having notecards and alarms that redirect them to notebooks and apps, and we have them learn how to summon a few creature alters to talk. More and more of the people on the right are working with us, talking to others and banding together.

Before BDSM

Once they start deprogramming, we look for the structures and controls that prevent them from moving around. After that, we bring them to a safe subrealm of wherever they were, have them decide what changes they want (while the older ones look into what changes they need), and rebuild their area. Sometimes we have to move them elsewhere because of environmental risks or other alters trying to reprogram in their area.

Movement is the easiest for us because we don’t have many low-level alters who care to stay as they were. Once we demonstrate safe communication, they pick it up on their own time.

It comes back to sexuality and trauma. We don’t make anyone do trauma work before they want to (or aren’t resistant to the idea), and that leaves some of us with programmed urges. There are rules specific to every area, which is why some of them are still actively violent, and try to herd people into healthier mindsets for every iteration.

It’s hard. We’ve tried forcing people into therapy (which went badly with every plan we’ve implemented), having them talk with a mediator (it’s apparently subcultural), banning violence (worked temporarily until they found workarounds), and restraining people (we can do it if they allow it, otherwise Big No).

Why We’re Considering It

Some of us (not just the young ones) seek out unhealthy dynamics, or have problems we can’t solve before each person is ready. Once we start, it looks like doing system therapy for that alter’s subsystem, and sometimes for the nested subsystems — which is the same process but on a plane none of us see.

We need genuine cooperation, or at least benevolent deceit. So we’ve been thinking about what that BDSM research would do for us, internally interpersonally and with NPCs. It would be the most developmentally appropriate alters first, seeing how altered states bode with our subsystem switching (I don’t think we can accidentally summon the littlies to internal places), maybe trying to use the university’s EEG equipment.

Then, if that goes well, trying the NPCs with safe-enough versions of what the older ones were doing (aiming to avoid sexual exposure beyond the environmental cues they already know).

There’s so many of us. Probably all of us have young self-states, and there are at least a few hundred actual littlies. The idea is to get the altered state that helps processing, led by another insider (or NPC). It’s harm reduction compared to how they are when we find them and how they remain before heavy healing. This might be a road to recovery without the same pits of previous diversions. Then we can get to the phase of actually educating them and showing them choices in states where they really get to choose.

Thinking feels like catching eels, so I’m gonna end this here. Point is, subspace sounds cool and we want to try it sexually for adults and nonsexually for children. We’ve had progress with pseudo-sexual methods with sexual alters before. Wish us luck.

[midnightshade]

The Lost Potential of Mimiko and Nanako Hasaba

Spoilers for Jujutsu Kaisen Manga

I have very little issue with Jujutsu Kaisen and how it's written. It's a solid series and Akutami is clearly a competent writer, but one of my few issues with the series is how Mimiko and Nanako were handled.

I'm of the opinion that they were the biggest example of wasted potential.

Similarly to Geto Suguru himself, they suffer from being prequel characters. They were introduced in the prequel story and were attached primarily to Geto, which therefore did not offer many opportunities to develop them. This problem can be seen with the rest of Geto's family, but if anyone should have been developed in relation to Geto, it should have been them.

One of the many running themes in Jujutsu Kaisen is how non-Shaman treat Shaman; how society is stacked in a way that favors non-Shaman over Shaman. One of the most explicit and cruel examples of this we see comes from Mimiko and Nanako!

They weren't simply bullied or ostracized for being Shaman, they were flat-out tortured for it. They were sentenced to death and their parents were murdered. Out of everyone in the story, they had the most raw and real experience facing Shaman oppression, and yet this is never explored further!

People argue that Geto groomed them into hating non-Shaman, but not only is that factually incorrect (even Gege disproves this in a QnA) it ignores the very real trauma they suffered at the hands of an oppressive group. It removes their agency in how they reacted to their trauma. They had every reason to distrust non-Shaman after that.

We never get to see them discuss their beliefs with anyone. Never with Geto, never with each other, and never with the primary characters in the story. In JJK0, Yūta even argues that Geto, "Might be right, " and that he has no way of knowing if he is or not. The fact that we don't even let characters like Yūta or Yūji even get to experience the other side of the debate from two people who experienced the worst of it is so frustrating!

How much better would it have been if Mimiko and Nanako had to interact with the others? If they could share why they held their beliefs. If those said beliefs could make characters like Yūta or Yūji stop to question the system and Shaman oppression.

The point doesn't have to be black or white or wrong vs. right, the point is that there should have been more of an opportunity for a dialogue between these differing points, with both sides continuing the conversation!

Mimiko and Nanako were Geto's heirs, his adopted daughters who shared his views. Compare them to characters like Megumi or the other students who would then carry Gojo's ideals. Just like the ideological battle between Gojo and Geto, the younger generation should have been able to continue that conversation.

Speaking of Megumi, I always hoped that the Twins might act as a foil to him. All three have similar situations: they were taken in by the strongest under unique situations. Megumi was raised to be a Sorcerer, thus working within the system, while Mimiko and Nanako were raised outside of the system.

We see Megumi grow and change over the story. We see him train and how his relationship with Gojo is explored, but we never get that with Mimiko and Nanako. We never see them develop in their ideals. Never see them train, and we get very little in terms of their relationship with Geto.

We never even see their Techniques or learn how they work. All we know is that Mimiko can manipulate her doll and rope while Nanako can alter images. Nothing beyond that is ever explored.

All of that potential for the story, what they could have offered in terms of viewpoints, and increasing the main characters' worldview is erased the minute Sukuna kills them. And for what? What was the point, legitimately, other than shock? To show Sukuna is cruel? We already knew that.

None of those characters even care or mention them after their deaths. They're just gone, a complete and utter waste of potential storytelling from two characters that offered so much. Their deaths have impacted me the most, just because of what could have been.

[fraugwinska]

Chapter 4 - Alteration

Alteration (noun) a change in appearance, character, or structure of something

Tags & Warnings: Mentions of Torture, Mentions of Drugs, Blood & Gore

Your mind felt like it was hollowed out. This week had been nothing less than exhausting.

After your first day of 'training', as Alastor had decided to call it, and the heavy aftermath that came with it, he was more transparent, yet no less harsh, in preparing you. Him and you had a long talk the morning after, and while he explained his position in hell and the scarily high number of his very powerful enemies, you sat, listened and most importantly - thought.

Hell's politics were complicated, and moreover, they were filled with violence, manipulation and bloodlust. You've gathered that much from the books you read, but listening to Alastors stories and explanations made it feel less abstract and way more real and tangible. Any serving souls actively running around the pride ring for an influential master were a probable target for kidnapping and torture, to get information, intel or just a little rise out of an opponent. And from what you heard, Alastor had pissed of many more powerful overlords than made friends with them over the decades he was in hell, above all three overlords thay sinners called the V's. You knew them well, you read about them in the Infernal Times Today all the time, they were omnipresent. Especially Vox, the TV demon, had a long standing, intense rivalry with your master, and together with his close allies, he dominated the pride ring in it's social core – influencing every aspect of media and commercial business, except for Radio of course.

“As I intent to have you as my personal assistant, you'll be in far more danger to be the target of unsavory attacks than any other souls I own.”, Alastor explained much less jovial than you felt comfortable with.

The next 'training sessions', as he named them, were similar to your first day, although Alastor always told you what you had to do and expect. You had a feeling that because he was so upfront with your trials now, they might've been less effective, and you had finally accumulated the courage to voice your opinion after the third day at dinner. Alastor had chuckled at your remark, his eyes curiously scanning you, before answering. ”Maybe, my dear kitten, but I'd better be safe than sorry �� it would be no use to have a doll being broken before it even got out of the box.”

As weird as it felt, you didn't mind being referred to something resembling to a toy – you went into Alastor's services knowing full well you were a servant, not an employee. You prepared for it. You basically engraved it into your soul he owned. You just hated the feeling of not being trusted to prevail. You had huffed in frustration, but kept your opinions to yourself, basically swallowing your grilled crawfish in one big bite, painfully aware of the bruises from your training still on your face. Interrogation training had been not only physically, but visibly, taken a toll on you. Despite Rosie's best efforts, some cuts and bruises wouldn't heal as quick as you wanted. Every evening she would stop by, tending to your newest injuries and inquiring about your mental well-being, reminding you to use your notebook if things got too tough. You knew it was meant as a consolation, and you should've been more than grateful, but it stung to be seen as a so... weak. You wanted to be seen as stronger than. Every night, you processed the days events, the horrible, arduous, painful things you heard, endured and/or experienced. Alastor's shadows were ruthless beings full of malice and feral brutality, even the more sentient ones. Sometimes, when the mansion was quiet and the shades weren't creeping in the edges of your room you would allow yourself to cry silent tears, just to flush the impending pressure out of your system. Or you would begrudgingly take Rosie's advice and use the red notebook to write your emerging feelings down the way you often did when you were still alive: in poems, aphorisms, statements or sketches. Sometimes, you did both. It helped though, you could face each morning with an emptied mind and the indifferent expression you had made your own.

On day six you had dark, prominent circles under your eyes when you came down for breakfast. You were, again, earlier than usual, the events of yesterday had kept you wide awake. It had been the most exhausting experience since day one. No physical harm, but mental. Alastor had invaded your mind, flipped through it like a picture book, in search of a specific memory he told you to hide away, the memory of the night in the cabin. He had told you it was his weakest and most experimental ability, but it felt like he was at a mastery. Hours went down, with you fleeing with your entrusted memory from the invader, like a child running from a feral dog. Your head felt like it was slowly split open by a dull axe. He bulldozed every wall you put up with ease, ripped off any barricade in order to find you. It was a painful, draining game of hide and seek. In the process, he brought up vulnerable, messy, hurtful memories you once stored away in the depths of your mind.

Moms panicked face before she locked you out of the house and the sound of hinges breaking. Dark, rusty stains on the obituary of your birth father. You, singing, sitting on a cliff, overseeing the ocean, a diary in your hand. Your twelve year old self burying a dead blue jay in the woods with her bare hands, crying.

You entered the kitchen and found Alastor, leaning against the counter, arms crossed and staring out of the windows. It was a sunny, windy morning in hell. Cold, but bright.

“Good morning.”

“And a good morning to you, kitten.”

Unusual short greeting for him. Huh. You eyed him, then turned to see the french press and his crimson coffee mug untouched in the cupboard.

“Should I prepare your coffee, ...Alastor?” He didn't answer. You started to worry... silent Alastor was frightening to you, unlike chatty Alastor. You opened your mouth to cautiously ask again, when he broke the silence.

“There is something I'd like to ask about yesterday, my dear, if you don't mind.”

You owlishly blinked at him. “I don't.”

He still didn't move, resembling a chiseled statue, hell's sun illuminating his face and silhouette with the pinkish hue of morning dawn.

“What was that sweet tune you were singing? On the cliff, I mean.”, He turned his head in your direction, his grin loose and twitching and his eyes.. tired? He still wasn't looking at you, not directly anyway.

His question was... random. Unexpected. You took a moment to sort your thoughts, struggling for a second to hold your composure.

“It was a song from a musical I starred in, ''Hadestown”... Flowers, it's called.”

Alastor nodded, lost in thought. “It sounded lovely.”

You had no idea what to say to that. You just stared at him, unsure why he even brought it up in the first place... You knew why this memory was so painful impactful to you, but... to him, it must have seemed like a normal, uninteresting one. Why this one? He sighed, then snapped his fingers. His magic, or whatever it was that he could do, never ceased to amaze and surprise you. Instantly, the breakfast table was set. His coffee mug was on the table, full to the brim with fresh coffee, as well as a plate for you with some cut up fruits, a cup of tea and a silver tray with milk and sugar. He sat down, taking a sip, his eyes roaming over to you expectantly. You raise a brow at this sudden change of the atmosphere but sit down too, picking up a fork and beginning to munch on your breakfast. Better not question too much, you were too exhausted anyway. The fruits were tart, sour and stinging, a little bitter and a hint sweet.

“We'll move into the hotel today, kitten.”

You stopped chewing, eyeing you master with erect ears, who chuckled at your sight.

“I think you are adequately prepared now, at least for the area around the hotel. But we have to establish some ground rules.” Alastor lifted a finger, wagging it with a smug smile. “I can't have my little lynx out and about doing whatever she wants, I still have a reputation to uphold.”

“I'll do as you say, Alastor.”

He gave you a pitiful smile. “Of that I have little doubt, my dear, but see, I find myself in a jiffy with you.” He folded his hands, leaning on the breakfast table, and put his chin on top, blinking lazily at you. “The inhabitants of the hotel are very... skeptical of me. They most rightfully mistrust me. And by proxy, they will most likely mistrust you.” He tilted his head. “I need you to keep a more... friendly front, I'm afraid. More human, as ironic as it may seem. To help lessen the... lingering animosity against myself.”

You gulped the rest of your fruit platter down, blinking at him like he was speaking cantonese.

“I'm not... human enough?”, you carefully ask, reaching for your teacup. Something to hold onto because... the audacity.

“You do come off as a bit... robotic, kitten.”, Alastor laughed into his cup. “As charming as it is, it does tend to offset other people. And I need those people to believe they can trust me. What better way than to have a loyal, charming, likable sinner assistant, who seems to just love working for me?”

You were brooding in your thoughts. Being likable... what the fuck does that mean?

“How should I... what should I do then?”, you voiced your thoughts, your expression crumbling. You had perfected the mask, the act of having your act together. You were stone, a front nothing could penetrate, a golem, ready for the will of your master. Just as you willed yourself to be, as a result of your deal.

“Well, for example, you could do what I do and smile more, darling~!”, Alastor exclaimed, suddenly lively and enthused. “A smile goes a long way, it's the sword and the shield of the educated mind! Take it from me, A-HA!”

You absent-mindedly took a few sips of your tea. It was perfectly steeped, not too sweet, creamy. And yet, it didn't really warm you. Smile, he said. The more you thought about it, the more laughable it became to you. How horrid would your forced smile look like – definitely not likable or maintainable in the long run. You felt safe behind your frown. Your unmoving face was your only defense, a strict, but necessary line of defense – your fragile rest of humanity, the part of you that made you weak and vulnerable was only shielded by your stone-hard indifference.

Alastor studied your face, his eyebrows raised high into his red bangs.

“Although, you don't seem too keen on that, if I may say so.”, he stated, he grinned and took another gulp of hot coffee. His voice sounded too overly smooth and nonchalant, you felt a bit like he was disappointed. “Maybe we'll find another tactic that suits you more.”

He tapped his chin, his long, slender, claw-like fingers looked like daggers against the morning sun.

“Well, then, maybe, try to show more of your personality darling. Converse more about your personal likes and dislikes, show interest and sympathy in the inhabitants. Listen closely, and know when to share, and when not to.”

You nodded. You were relieved, he had interpreted your thoughtful eyes and hesitation right, and even offered you an alternative. It wasn't ideal, but workable. You furrowed your brows. Alastor sat in front of the kitchen window, his never-ending smile wide and full of curious expectancy. The morning light illuminated his silhouette like a halo, yet there was an aura of darkness around him. So strange. And in a way, so... sad.

“I'll do my best. I promise.”

“I am most certain you will.”, he chuckled darkly, batting his dark lashes as he gave you a sly smile. “And kitten, I almost forgot the most important rule – You'll tell no one about our deal.”

Packing felt uneasy. The few things you had were quickly gathered together and put in a simple leather travel bag that sat readily on your bed. In a way, you would miss your room. It was small, but it was one of the few constants since you woke up in hell. You hadn't really bothered with decorating – with what? And more importantly – what for? But you had the feeling Alastor had equipped this room more like your own taste than his – a slight variation of his style, melded to fit more you.

As soon as you had entered the room, you wrote down the rules in your notebook.

You packed the diary to your clothes and toiletries, and closed the straps of the black bag with a sigh. From the corner of your eyes, you could see one of Alastor's shadows lurking in the corner, watching you. You glared at it, but left it be. You couldn't drive it away anyway. As you bent over to close your window, your hand pushed down on your pillow and a crisp sound cut the silence of the room, so loud you nearly choked on a wail. The photo of your mother! You hastily grabbed it from under your pillow. It had a new crease, but was still intact. You stared at it, wondering why you had almost forgotten your most precious memento.

Mom. She was so beautiful, did she really look like that? Your memory was strangely fuzzy for a moment. What would she look like now? How was her life, with ...Frank dead, his money in her account? Free to do as she pleases, no chain on the ankle, no daughter to sacrifice her future for, the heavy anchor drowning her youth and aspirations? Was she happy? You hoped so. When you were alive, you had her eyes. But you remembered that she was taller than you, more slender, not as curvy as you. Graceful. Talented. Tears. Oh shit. Tears! You were crying.

With a bit more force than you wanted you wiped the small drops from your cheek, taking a deep breath. You opened your bag again, ruffled till you found the little red book, and put the photo in the crease on the last page. You couldn't afford sentimentalities. What's done was done.

Alastor's shadow hummed.

“I will kill him! Charlie – let go, this time I'm REALLY gonna kill him!”

“Get new batteries for 'ya vibrator and STOP BITCHING! I. FUCKING. ASKED!”

“FOR A COKE!”

“This IS coke!”

Alastor hummed as he threw open the front door for you, not acknowledging the ruckus and screams from the inside. You were hesitant, but scanned your face to make sure it was friendly. Well, -er.

The scene you walked into was movie-esque. A cute demon girl with long, flowy blonde hair and rosy cheeks had wrapped her arms around the waist of a slightly smaller, moth-like girl with a spear in her hands, struggling to keep her away from ...someone? Another, very small female demon with one eye in a petticoat dress pulled at the girls ankles in a very ineffective attempt on helping, manically laughing. The target of the oncoming spear attack, a tall, very thin arachnid-like... man? Woman? Held on something that looked like very dubious bags of white powder, while his... her? face was turning pink from screaming. Behind the scene on a hybrid of a concierge desk and a bar, a grumpy winged cat-demon held his ears down with one paw, the other held a large, neon-green bottle half full of a liquid that surely would have been labeled radioactive or highly toxic on earth... it glowed.

“Home sweet Home, my dear!”, Alastor exclaimed joyfully, and started walking towards the mess of limbs, screams and weapons. You followed behind him, cautiously.

“These are DRUGS, Angel. I thought you meant the SOFTDRINK!”, the girl with the spear hissed, still being held back by the two other women.

“I'm not at fault at what you think I meant, bitch, that's on you.”

“Guys, stop it!”, the blonde cried whining, finally wrangling the spear away from her friend.

“And Angel, that's not cool. You know we don't want drugs in the hotel.”

Alastor cleared his throat, and heads turned to you two. Your ears twitched slightly, you could've laughed at the picture before you in another life.

“My dear friends, I've brought the promised company. Meet Miss (Y/n), my lovely assistant.”

You bowed your head, then remembered to be more informal, and waved weakly.

“Hello, it's a pleasure to meet...”

“WELCOME TO THE HAZBIN HOTEL!”, the blonde girl squealed, almost hauling herself to you. The sheer force of her body weight made you take a steadying step back. She was a bit taller than you, in a feminine dressy suit. Her face was creamy white, with distinct round, rosy cheeks and a smile wide as that of Alastors, although much warmer and more genuine.

“I'm Charlie, and um.. yeah, sorry about...” she motioned with both hands to the fight scene, “aaaaall of this, it's not always like that.”

You just nodded, looking over her exited gestures to the other inhabitants. They were staring at you, some with curiosity, some with skepticism. The Spear-girl looked especially angry.

“Come in, come in! Gosh, you're a cutie, look at those eyes! Here, here, let me introduce you!”, Charlie pushed you nearer to the group. You felt stiff at her enthusiasm, and tried to breathe to relax more. Be likable.

“This”, Charlie grabbed the angry looking girl with the spear, “is my girlfriend Vaggie. She manages the hotel with me.”

“Hi.”, you just said. She snorted at you, looking from Alastor, who observed the spectacle from the side with offensive amusement, back to you in a way that said 'I don't like you at all'.

“Deer Daddy has an assistant? That's a new one. She got a stone face. Did 'ya get her to work late-nighters with 'ya, smiles?”, the one who was introduced to you as Angel Dust asked Alastor, wiggling his eyebrows and smiling in a lewd way.

Alastor finally came to your side, one hand on your shoulder, and waved his hand derogatory. “Bare him no mind, kitten, Angel has a very... childish sense of humor.”

“Fuck you, I am hilarious.”, Angel answered, giving you a condescending smile. “Weell, 'ya got nice tits, sweety, but I'd loose the granny pants. Not sexy at all.”

The smallest demon girl, the one with the one eye, circled you non stop, looking you up and down while talking like a waterfall. “Kitten? I thought her name was (Y/N), is it because of your ears? Or the tail? Anyway, you look not much like a cat, Husker is much more catlike no offense! I like your eyes, uuuh, they sparkle, I'm Niffty by the way. These shoes are amazing, so pretty. AH!” Nifty swatted a cockroach right by your tail. “Gotcha!”, she grinned, almost like a gremlin, baring her sharp teeth at the poor insect. Husk, the aforementioned cat-like demon behind the bar, gave you a distrustful look, taking a big gulp from his questionable bottle, but nodded at you. Your head swirled. They were... loud. Chaotic. Eccentric. A lot. All of these things.

You took a deep calming breath. “Thank you for letting me stay here. It's very nice to meet you all. I hope I can be of best assistance to everyone.”

Alastor laughed beside you, pressing you into his side, his smile extraordinary bright and ecstatic. “See, Charlie, I've told you, she's a gem! We'll have the best of times with her!” His background audience cheered and hollered.

Charlie looked a bit nervous, searching for your eyes. As if she was suspecting you to be more of a hostage than an assistant. “Riiiiiight. How about me and Vaggie show you to your room? It's newly renovated, and really pretty! In the meantime you could prepare dinner, Alastor?”

Alastor beamed deviously, pushing you into the demon princesses arms with enthusiasm.

“What a wonderful idea, Charlie. You show her the knicks and knacks, I'll make use of the kitchen! Who's in the mood for Jambalaya?”

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[delphientropy]

please read our DNI before interacting. thank you!

actually, i honestly wanted to talk about our innerworld and system functions in general for a while. so im gonna talk about my system experiences for once i guess

for as long as we realized we were a system (which must have been around a year or less now) we always doubted ourself because our system was just... weird. thats why i never talked about it. i was very afraid of being fakeclaimed.

we do split from stress and trauma, and some of us do have jobs, but oddly, so many of us dont have any jobs at all. it seems like i, the host, do almost everything and am the sole provider of the system, and if i went dormant, everything would probably just collapse.

our innerworld is SO fucking weird. we have no idea whwere our dormant alters go- or most alters, really, because not that many alters have any access or memory of any innerworld. the sections in the innerworld are categorized by source (oddly, source plays a huge part in our system functioning for whatever reason), and even then its all so fuzzy and messy and off.

it all looks like the incomplete worldbuilding of a kid. loopholes, unanswered questions, random splits and no roles, nothing is organized and everything is chaos- bad memory, basically only one alter is doing everything ever and hes fucking stressing out (and nothing we can do about it because he cant voluntarily leave), random islands in fucking space— what about the oxygen? it really just screams made up fantasy world some child made. like our entire system is run by some small imaginative kid whos obsession for fiction and fantasy and chaos and yet also control while being disorganized.

ive been told many times that our coping mechanism is to avoid. forget. distract. comfort. thats why we have a MILLION fictives. its like a machine in the back of our mind, always humming, always making more fragments that act like characters we know and find comfort in. nah they dont have a role theyre just. there. it doesn't make sense. theres no gatekeepers, rarely protectors, just fictives. fictives with no roles just fictives and fictives and more fictives. one day itll work. every problem will go away if we just make more fictives, the machine whispers. if we just have more comfort, all of it.

i guess it all ties into our kind of trauma and our other disorders which cause chaos and disarray. everything is unexplained. the random pain. dormancy. the entire innerworld itself. its seems complex and structured on the outside, and it sure is creative, but theres no structure. its a kid throwing multiple concepts together to make a really dumb world and a dumb story with it.

if i could make it organized and make it function, i would, but i can barely see it. i cant make up shit and suddenly our brain functions normally. i cant pretend like our innerworld doesnt have patches and holes and never answered questions. i cant trust anything and suddenly it all works. thats why i dont like a lot of the advice im given. "just trust that your alters wont fuck it up and youll switch more!" i do trust them. there are some i trust with my entire being. but i just cant switch. it wont let me leave. im that inner childs favorite character, favorite doll, that needs to be out of the toybox at all times.

im so scared to try and get diagnosed or just any kind of help. because im sure i sound absolutely bonkers when you read all of this. but its a frustratingly bad functioning system. and currently, the only option i have is to just stay in front and do everything. i initially thought i had PDID for this reason, actually. im like the ""main alter"" but i certainly dont have any control over our world. i dont know what to do. and with how therapists keep abandoning me, i wish i could just heal and figure it out by myself. but i cant.

[writing-plurals]

back to answer-,

yeah, its just the 2 of them in the system ^^

giving a bit of context of the universe- basically, every time a child wishes their toy was real, a new baby is born with the memories of that toy. most of them end up forgetting this before they're able to talk, but because of trauma, the mc's personality split between the doll she was (calling her Dolly because all characters are still unnamed) and the girl she would've been had she had a good childhood (Lea, again all characters are unnamed im thinking these on the spot XD)

Dolly knows about the system. she knows she's an alter, she knows she's sharing a body with Lea, and she remembers everything that happened to her in her doll life (Lea meanwhile doesn't know shit 💀). at school, Lea meets this one girl (Maya), and since they get close Dolly decides to talk to her (Lea doesn't know tho). Dolly tells Maya about her (doll) life, and asks her to tell Lea about Dolly. Maya does it gently at first, but since Lea is deep in denial, Maya (still with the best intention) kinda gets her to remember her trauma between accidentally and on purpose

and about the ending, Dolly's existence doesn't go too well, so she ends up disappearing- this makes sense as a system, that when an alter goes through a lot of crap they go dormant, but I'm afraid if a singlet reads this they think the only way a system can be happy and/or functional is by becoming only one person

thanks for answering<33

-✨kai✨

Here's my answer to this follow-up:

Cool stuff. I understand the background a little bit more now, and yeah, I can see where you are coming from.

You have a couple options regarding Dolly's departure from the story and system.

Option one: Stress that Dolly's departure was not something that Lea was actually happy with. Make them friends or even family, and make the departure full of regret. This is a sad ending, but not necessarily a bad one. You can bring Dolly back in a sequel, just know that whatever way you end your first volume, your readers will have expectations for future volumes.

Option two: Let Lea develop someone else in the process of the story. This person might act as a buffer to reduce the effect that Dolly leaving might have on the story or on Lea. I do not like this option personally, since it seems like a band-aid fix and Dolly is just being replaced.

Option three: Stress that Dolly is still alive, the dormancy is temporary, or that Lea is still a system in some way. Single-member systems are still systems. This is especially what you would want to do if you don’t want to write a tragedy.

Option four: Write what makes you happy and publish it— or don’t!—regardless of the consequences. There will always be haters, so as long as you feel your story is representing the right kind of people, you should be proud.

This list is non-exhaustive, so if anyone else has suggestions, feel free to hit reblog.

And to you, Kai, feel free to pick more than one option if you feel that works best for you.

-mod birdie