#will solace introject

[mrsunshineboy]

•☽────✧ ˖°˖about me˖°˖ ✧────☾• 「 ✸ 」 .⭒ . * . ; will solace ➛ he/it ➛ 6teen ➛ mlm + trans ftm ⭒ ⤷ sol , wi , lexon + 6'11 + extroverted + demigod mr sunshine boy . . .⭒ . playlist

•☽────✧ ˖°˖my moon/star˖°˖ ✧────☾•

"I will love you as long as the sun burns in the sky, as long as the moon shines its light into the dark night, until the raging blue ocean becomes clam and run dry. I will love you until the end of time." < ??/??/???? 3 single

•☽────✧ ˖°˖☆˖°˖ ✧────☾•

[the-saboteurss]

Hiiii btw I’m Sebastian Solace, I am gay as fuck and so incredibly transgender. Cry about itttt

Homophobes and Transphobes suck major ass, being queer is cool and fun. Highly recommend. Anyone pissed off about queer headcanons should look up the definition of some fucking whimsy

[the-orange-solace]

Somethiing that allows us to heal as a system is writing interactions that happen in headspace or place into words what we're doing as individual people and how that affects others

It's similar to a diary, which we also have, but more narrative

Here's an example from one of our recent entries that embody the two types pretty well:

��You haven’t eaten. The body is fatigued.”  Silence.  “Bakugo threatens to force feed you,” Shadow continues, arms crossed naturally upon his chest, the white puffs of his fur hugging the limbs, thick and fluffy for the winter.  Atreus senses remnants of adoration and affection from afar regarding the change in look. They smile softly at another’s emotions as their own spike of anxiety burns the back of the reincarnate’s throat. “There isn’t anything he can make right now.”  “There is plenty,” Shadow reasons, images of ramen, eggs and seasonings appearing in their mind's eye. 

Guilt washes over Atreus, their eyes boring holes into the circular wooden table before them, Shadow watching them intently as images flicker of well cooked meals, soups and rice before they promptly disappear. Shadow says nothing about the quick closing of their imagery-based communication, an action much too common much to everyone’s chagrin when interacting with their Warden about anything regarding themselves.  Though, it frankly makes reading them easier at times. It was all pattern and recognition, the endless repeating tells. The lack of their bird-like features, hidden away so no one could gaze at their uncared for state, their lack of eye contact and words easily testaments to bubbling shame, guilt, and fear, tense body ridged from unease, frustration and stress.  It wasn’t new, unfortunately. But the light banter and response meant it wasn’t as bad as it could be. Such times usually meant that no one could reach them, find them. Headspace and their abilities intertwined more tightly than Atreus would ever admit outloud, shielding everyone from them while continuing to bare everyone else's' existences.  They didn’t seem to know it consciously either, only adding to the struggles to reach the avian, though never entirely fruitless. Atreus was quick to ease others, even if it meant taking care of themselves to pleasing someone else, to place less of themselves on others shoulders. 

Usually, placing interactions, events, feelings, and our thoughts into words like this (if not poetry for some of us) helps build stronger connections with each other and understand one another much more intimately

A lot gets lost in our brain, but when it's solidified into something like this, it is much less likely to escape our memory or be brushed off

Perhaps this can help someone else or another system?

[starscatteredsky]

Sebastian Solace Stimboard.

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We haven't done a self indulgent post in foreeeeever, so I decided to make a stimboard that was not requested, but that I WANTED!

Requests will keep on going tomorrow, just wanted to make this for funnn - Sebastian

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[phantom-frights-sys]

Eat Your Heart Out (A Source Memory Pressure Fanfic)

DISCLAIMER: This fic is highly based on source memories, which shares a resemblance to a certain “Ask Sebastian” series found here. The video was also referenced when memory was spotty. Please don’t compare the two, I know they’re similar, but many source memories seem to be sourced from this video-

It was a long time since the large fish amalgamation was in containment, and it was an absolute fight to get him back. The last-minute change in protocol was a surprise to the task team in charge of dealing with Z-13, which left him rather injured, but the retrieval was a success. For now, he was locked up in his cell with cuffs and the required muzzle, and his wounds mostly tended to before he woke up again. Even with his lure light off, you could see his glowing eyes glaring through the one-way glass.

After giving him a few hours to settle into his new confines, one of the heads of the research division entered the viewing bay. She tapped on the intercom microphone, which seemed to get his attention. Satisfied with that response, she pressed the red button on the tape recorder before speaking.

“This is Dr. A. Monroe, beginning interview log 1-A with Z-13, “The Saboteur”, who-”

“The name’s Sebastian..” The beast’s chilling voice cut her off as the purple light from his lure flickered on, showing just how cramped his current living quarters were. The room was padded to make it harder to harm himself (accidentally or not), and his cuffs chained to the back wall to prevent him from getting too close to the glass. She knew his strength could shatter even the shark-proof glass installed, she just hoped the titanium chains would keep him restrained so they didn’t have to test that theory…

“If you’re going to have this little interview with me, you might as well use my real name.” She sighed as she adjusted the spectacles on her face before continuing her introduction.

“..Z-13, “Sebastian Solace”, has been recently apprehended and returned to containment after recent events regarding our research facility, the Hadal Blacksite. This session is dedicated to questions regarding the lockdown incident at said facility, as well as… Some from the team who managed to survive retrieving the crystal…” She couldn’t help but roll her eyes when she heard an amused chuckle. 

“Perhaps this would be more entertaining than I thought..~ Let’s just get this over with.” Dr. Monroe mumbled something in agreement before glancing down at her clipboard and clicking her pen.

“What did you do during the lockdown?” Sebastian chuckled, shifting his position into something more comfortable.

“Mostly just explored the extent of my new prison, picking up what was left behind during the scramble to escape… You would be surprised just how much was laying around! Light sources, hacking materials, classified documents, first aid kits- Most weren't of use to me, though.”

“Why did you decide to assist the crystal retrieval teams during their expeditions?” Dr. Monroe raised a brow when she caught a brief cackle from the fish, catching a grin from between the slits of the muzzle.

“It was a wonderful benefit to me, you know..~ I get juicy data and research, and in return, they get items that are more useful to them than myself. And then they would live up to their names; they would die and I could sell what wasn’t broken. A glorious cycle, all funded by you~” Her nose crinkled a little as he spoke, unsure if he was just trying to make her uncomfortable or if he was genuine in his tone. There was always the possibility of both…

“..What exactly did you plan to do with all of those Blacksite documents?” His demeanor shifted noticeably, his arms crossing over his chest and his tail bunching up in front of him.

“Wouldn’t you love for me to tell you, hm?”

“Why did you free the other subjects, and how?”

“Why wouldn’t I free them? They served as a wonderful distraction that allowed me to go about my business! …And they deserved freedom as much as I do… You slaughtered the lot of them, didn’t you? I saw all the blood before your team attacked me-” Monroe quietly adjusted her glasses and flipped to the next page before continuing.

“Out of the other subjects within the facility, did you have a favorite?”

“Oh, this is definitely a crystal team question, isn’t it?” He scoffed a little, “But if I have to answer this ridiculous question, yes, I did.. Most were not inclined to chit-chat, after all, most couldn’t speak! But… I came to an.. Understanding… With Eyefestation… She, yes she, went through some of the worst of your ‘experiments’... She deserved a better life…”

“What about your relationship with The P.AI.nter?” A low growl made her blood run cold, looking up from her clipboard to realize he seemed closer than before.

“...Moving on… The mutation's side effects replaced your legs with a large tail. How has this affected your movement capabilities?” Sebastian looked down at his tail and flexed it, fanning out the flukes at the end.

“It’s been.. Interesting.. Getting used to it all. While I find it easier to swim nowadays, by no means am I slow on land, which you could probably guess~ I honestly couldn’t imagine a life with legs again.”

“We are half-way through, Mr. Solace. What abilities did your mutations give you?” She immediately grew tense as Sebastian’s eyes widened, his gaze slowly raising back to the glass as one eye twitched. 

“You. Don’t. KNOW!? You kept absolutely NO RECORD of all my surgeries!?” He lunged forward while baring his teeth through his muzzle, Dr. Monroe immediately slamming her hand on a button on the dashboard. A shrill cry of pain was heard as his body thrashed before collapsing to the ground, heavy breathes can be heard as she gave him some time to recover, ever thankful for the integrated taser in the shackles. She just hoped she could get through these last questions quickly…

“Were the experiments performed on you…Painful?”

“...Painful…?” A soft, strained voice emanated from the large fish as he slowly pulled himself upright, his yellow eyes glowing from behind his hair.

“Were they PAINFUL? You CUT me open, FISHED around inside me with NO ANESTHETICS, and shoved ANIMAL PARTS into my FLESH! WHAT COULD’VE GIVEN YOU THAT IDEA!?” He snarled loudly, Monroe’s hand hovering over the button yet again.

“S-Subject seems unstable and agitated, suspending interview until further n-” Dr. Monroe gasped loudly and hit the button as Sebastian lunged towards the window again, barely able to register the click and fizzle before the shattering of glass signaled things have gotten much, much worse. She screamed as she was thrown into the wall, struggling to catch her breath from the wind being knocked out of her, fearful eyes watching the mutated fish man tear off his restraints.

“You know, Doc.. Your little ‘team’ should’ve killed me when they had the chance…~” He picked her up by the neck and slammed her against the wall, leaning in close with that toothy grin of his. She managed to choke out a pained plea, which he just ignored.

“Because now? Now I have alllllll I need to ruin your company, and I can just slither out of here, the rest of this place being none the wiser..~ I really must thank you for that. But this is now farewell, Dr. Monroe..~” Another scream was cut short as he ripped into her, letting all of his rage and anger take over until she was no longer recognizable. Dripping in blood, he dragged himself to the tape recorder, chuckling when he realized it was still recording.

“Eat your heart out, Urbanshade.” He hissed, his words dripping with venom before slamming his fist onto the stop button, accidentally breaking the machine in the process. He then threw it at the camera before tearing it free from the wall.

“...You took your sweet old time-” He grumbled, a computer screen going white with a sketchy face being drawn on it.

“You’re so silly, Sebastian! My USB is in the office, see you soon!”

[bassguitarinablackt-shirt]

when the body looks like your source and you look like your source >>>>

[cartoonghosts]

really fun to be fronting while sunny is around like. Hes actively still in summer. Its like he hasnt fully accepted that its not summer anymore, he's still bright and warm and sunshiney. Fuck wait hes just like that post cancelled hell he just does that

[arcadeofghosts]

having a dissociative disorder is so fun, i showed my counselor our newest headmate LAST WEEK and was like "yeah he's in here now, he says hi"

[sunshinefic25]

Hey, I'm Will. I use he/they pronouns and I'm a fictive in a system.

Things I enjoy;

Music

Greek mythology

Drawing

Sleeping

Minecraft

Just so people know, I do age regress so no icky things please, thank you!

[companionwolf]

Hi, wanted to share... I'm DH, as far as our privacy initial sign-off system goes. This is me. I'm pretty boring; I think I got inspired by the higher ups and their office-y look. But I'm not one of them.

[pixxlotl]

not one but two desert duos in front and not a single one of us goes by our source names this is great

[i-wish-i-was-sleeping-rn]

My crazy ass boyfriend 🖤🖤🖤

solangelo fans. Dude. We need to stop making Will the pretty boy and Nico the insane bitch in the relationship. We need to switch the fucking roles. Will is TEXAN.

[the-saboteurss]

Btw everytime someone draws my source (Sebastian) wearing femme shit an angel gets its wings

[starscatteredsky]

Any tips for Sebastian Solace from pressure if you haven't done that? GSHS SORRY

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Tips for Sebastian Solace.

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Play your source/media.

Keep files or journals about things. People you know/encounter, animals or plants, experiences and memories, places, anything.

Keep your files or journals meticulously organized.

Collect useful items you find

Keep things like flashlights, first aid supplies, and other important gear with you

If you’re sensitive to light, wear sunglasses when you can

Get a bunch of bags, satchels, backpacks, purses, or other things of the sort and wear a few wherever you go.

Wear fancy, Victorian sort of clothing with lots of pockets (for more storage of course).

Use plenty of dry humor and sarcasm.

Keep your hair long over your face to feel like you are obscuring your third eye.

Wear some bandages on your arm if you miss the feeling of them.

Go swimming, or try some water based activities.

May these tips be useful for you on your endeavors, friend.

-Sebastian

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[ambrosiaque]

PLURALCORD;

A Discord server intended for any and all systems & multiples aged 16+!

Do you find your identity to be unstable and fragmented? Do the voices in your head have their own opinions? Do you find solace in the palace of your mind? Is your head busy and full of foot traffic? Do you often feel out of place, or like nobody understands the inner workings of your brain?

If you said "yes" to one or all of these questions, then PLURALCORD might be the place for you!

Why PLURALCORD?

PLURALCORD is a Discord server made by systems, for systems! With integrations such as PluralKit and Tupperbox, our goal is to make a place that is made with the average plural in mind so that we may all be brought together as a community, without the need to fight for accommodations, visibility, or respect.

MAIN ATTRACTIONS;

Traumagenic & non-traumagenic friendly.

Pluralkit & Tupperbox for your free use.

Starboard for our hall of fame.

Member verification for your safety.

Well-organized channels, no clutter!

Roleypoley for colour, pronoun, preferred terminology & boundary roles.

Custom emojis for nonverbal communication.

Channels for art, music, games & other interests.

Voice channels for streaming & hanging out.

Channels for littles & age regressors.

Opt-in 18+ channels with age verification.

Channels to talk about neurodivergence & physical disabilities.

Ticket bot for support requests, questions & suggestions.

Designated channels for introjects and source talk.

No source or media blacklists, we love all introjects!

No system tag required.

Multiplicity & plurality resource sharing.

[reimeichan]

Been doing a lot of thinking about who "I" am in relation to my system. I'm Crimson, but who is Crimson? I'm... an imaginary friend, I guess? I started out as one, I mean. I was with Purple a lot growing up, and she'd pretend she was playing with a little mouse who got into all sorts of silly, mischievous trouble. And that's me, the mouse.

But... I'm not "just" an imaginary friend. I've fronted before, like many of the other alters in this system. I've talked to alters other than Purple. Hell, I've been the host for this system on and off... but I still struggled with identifying as "Reimei". Like, sure, I'm a part of the Reimei system. But... am I Reimei? I couldn't tell you that for a long time. Logically, if I'm an alter in a system, then that means I'm a part of that system, right?

I've struggled the most with the idea of fusion and identifying with a singular sense of self. It had nothing to do with losing the others, or losing myself. It was that I didn't feel like a part of Reimei the person. I was always Reimei's imaginary friend, inherently separate from the rest of the system. I didn't understand what it meant for me to be both an imaginary friend and a part of this system. Did that mean I was my own person? A completely separate identity? "You don't have to fuse if you don't want to," the others told me again and again. But I wanted to. But I also didn't want to. And I wanted to understand why I didn't want to.

And so.... I spoke to the only other alter I knew who had similar-ish origins to me. I spoke to Tiger Plushie Green, who, while not actually our Tiger Plushie irl, is an introject of him. And we talked about how we're similar, why we're different, and, notably, why he's able to consider himself Reimei while I struggle with it. "Well you see, even though I'm not actually our plush tiger toy, Reimei had a habit of projecting a personality into that plushie," he told me. "And by projecting into the plushie, that means Reimei, or rather, I, was projecting a part of myself into the toy."

And... it felt like something clicked for me. My entire perspective of myself changed in that moment. I realized that I have always been Reimei, but I was so lonely that I projected a version of myself into an imaginary friend so that I could be less alone. The thoughts and feelings I had projected onto that little imaginary mouse all originated from... me. But I am also that mouse, because the mouse is a part of me. I cried so hard, suddenly understanding what it means to be "a part of Reimei" and also what it means to be "all of Reimei" at the same time. I'm both. I'm an imaginary friend of myself. How sad, how lonely I must have been as a child, that I found solace in becoming a mouse to soothe my own pain.

Anyways... I thought I would share all of this on this blog that we keep. Perhaps there are other imaginary friends in systems out there like me, wondering how they fit into their system and their collective identity. Maybe my story can help someone out there better understand themselves.