#xey/xem/xeir/(xeirs)/xemself

[neopronouns-in-action]

Neopronouns in Action #093: Posession

Neopronouns: xey/xem/xeir/(xeirs)/xemself, and eth/eths/ethself which follow the same rules as they/them/their/(theirs)/themself, and it/its/itself.

Replace they with xey

Replace them with xem

Replace their with xeir

Replace theirs with xeirs

Replace themself with xemself

Example paragraphs:

"They are going to adopt a new puppy soon, as soon as they get a fence set up around their yard so the puppy can go outside without them having to walk it. Their uncle is going to help set up the fence, since he has a set of power tools he's letting them use, since they lost theirs. They're going to buy toys and train the puppy themself.”

Becomes:

"Xey are going to adopt a new puppy soon, as soon as xey get a fence set up around xeir yard so the puppy can go outside without xem having to walk it. Xeir uncle is going to help set up the fence, since he has a set of power tools he's letting xem use, since xey lost xeirs. Xey're going to buy toys and train the puppy xemself.”

and

"It is going to adopt a new puppy soon, as soon as it gets a fence set up around its yard so the puppy can go outside without it having to walk it. Its uncle is going to help set up the fence, since he has a set of power tools he's letting it use, since it lost its. It's going to buy toys and train the puppy itself."

Becomes:

"Eth is going to adopt a new puppy soon, as soon as eth gets a fence set up around eths yard so the puppy can go outside without eth having to walk it. Eths uncle is going to help set up the fence, since he has a set of power tools he's letting eth use, since eth lost eths. Eth's going to buy toys and train the puppy ethself."

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Pontedyria sat on xeir bed, clutching the notebook to xeir chest.

Xey had just gotten to the final page, and there was no more paper left to keep notes on. Not even if xey went back to the start, where xey had started off with bigger, less efficient handwriting, to fill in the margins. No, xey'd already done that, and the latter pages of the notebook had already had every available space filled in.

Diagrams, calendars, tallies, theories, and meticulous note of everything xey'd noticed that could have come from the same source. Some parts xey had crossed out, some xey'd covered with whiteout and put more notes on top of when the original proved wrong or irrelevant.

Xey'd tested some of xeir theories out, and most of the earlier ones hadn't held any water. But the months had passed and xey had kept up xeir observations and note-taking, and now xey were sure of it. And the closer and closer xey'd gotten to this final theory, the more tests had turned out with the right answers.

And now the notebook had finally been filled up, with no more space left to use. There were no more tests xey could run and record.

No more excuses left to keep avoiding the truth that xey knew now, without any doubt left.

Xeir kindling was dead, had died over a year ago back on that family camping trip, and eths body was being puppeted around by a demon.

It explained everything. Pontedyria had gone through every possibility, and this was the only one that fit all the symptoms. Eth wasn't just a moody teenager who didn't want to clean eths room or do eths chores or hang out with eths kindzilla anymore. That wouldn't explain the rest of the changes — like the fact that eths eyes reflected light like an animal, and sometimes even glowed in the dark when the demon posessing eths body thought no one was in the room to notice. Pontedyria had snuck back down into the living room and kitchen multiple times over the past few months to wait and watch the almost guaranteed nocturnal visits the demon made to the refrigerator when everyone was supposed to be asleep.

And xey had watched multiple times, in disgust and horror, as the demon had opened the fridge, taken out the carton of eggs, and just started eating them.

It had first tried eating them whole, but had figured out that was easier said than done in eths body. Pontedyria could only assume that whatever this demon looked like in its natural form, it could probably unhinge its jaw. If it were some kind of snake or serpent, that could explain a lot of the other behavior xey'd noticed, like the way it was constantly seeking out outside sources of heat, instead of just putting on warmer clothes.

After it had figured out that shoving whole raw eggs into eths mouth was too difficult, (It had literally been grumbling to itself about how useless the human mouth was) it had started using a bowl, and smashing the eggs into peices with a fork before drinking all of it down, shells and all.

It stole other food too, and ate all of it raw. It took the giant pack of steaks out of the back of the freezer that dad had been "saving" for a party for close to four years, and ate every single one of them over the course of a few days, thawed them by running some of them them under hot water in the sink, or shoving the rest into the microwave, canceling the timer just a moment before it would have gone off.

When fath and dad had gone grocery shopping recently enough that there was still sliced lunch meat in the fridge, the demon devoured almost all of it within a day or two, and seemed to only be avoiding eating it all at once to keep up the pretense that the food was being used up at a reasonable rate.

And all of this it had done in the darkness, with only the light from the fridge or the microwave to show it, and once, when the power had been out, its eyes had glowed red, bright enough to illuminate the counter in front of it.

It had never noticed Pontedyria, hiding under the kitchen cabinet to peer out through the uneven gap between the doors. It had never realized that there was a witness to its nighttime wanderings or its raiding of the fridge. It had never realized that anyone else in the house knew who was eating all the eggs and lunch meat. It even ate the bones of the rotisserie chickens they sometimes got from the store.

Pontedyria hadn't been able to eat anything with meat in it for over a year now unless xey went out and got it from a fast food place, or ate at a friend's house. And fath and dad had just shrugged when xey had first pointed out the unfairness of eth eating everything — back when xey had still just thought eth was being a normal grouchy, hungry teenager — and they said that it was just part of being a teenager, and that xey had done the same thing when xey'd been going through puberty, and they could always buy more. As long as it wasn’t going to waste, they were happy.

By the time Pontedyria had figured out that it wasn't just the lunchmeat going missing, and had made xeir first horrified discovery of the thing that looked like, but did not act like eths kindling eating whole raw eggs, xey had been too afraid to complain anymore.

At first xey had thought that maybe eth had been bitten by a werewolf, and was unknowingly infected with lycanthropy. But the full moons came and went, and eth never transformed. That would have been impossible to hide. And there were no reports of unrecognized werewolves running around, and none of the other signs of lycanthropy matched.

And everything Pontedyria had been able to find out about demons said they were extremely dangerous and unpredictable, so angering it would be disasterous.

So far it hadn't seemed to have hurt anyone besides xeir poor kindling, but there was no telling what it got up to when Pontedyria couldn't watch it. Xey had to sleep, and couldn't spend all xeir time following it around. There were hours out of every day where the demon could do who knows what, and those hours added up to a lot of time for horrible things to happen since the camping trip. Pontedyria hadn't noticed anything was supernaturally wrong until nearly two months after it had begun.

And for those first two months the demon would have had completely free reign to do whatever it wanted whenever it wanted, because Pontedyria hadn't started spying on it yet.

It might not have hurt any other people that xey knew it, but neighborhood cats had been disappearing all year without a trace, and too often to be just explained away by the usual amount hit by cars or killed by coyotes.

The colony Mr. and Mrs. Rousseau managed had been decimated, with what had started out as more than sixty known cats now dwindled down to just three — and the Rousseaus had finally given in to their panic and brought them into their own home to protect them just last week.

Everyone else in town thought it was some sort of serial killer of cats, the way that had happened once in England. But only Pontedyria knew the truth — the demon that had possessed xeir kindling was killing and almost certainly eating them.

Xey had no proof of this; xey hadn't found any evidence for it, but xey knew in xeir gut it was true. If the demon was willing to eat raw eggs and beef, why wouldn’t it eat a cat? It went along with everything else the demon had done so far, and who else would be so evil as to kill innocent feral cats who weren't hurting anyone?

While eth had still been alive, eth'd insisted cats should always be kept inside, because they wrecked havoc on the native wildlife, but now eth was dead, and the demon that had posessed eths body seemed to be taking eths misguided wishes in life to the extreme in eths death. It could only be some kind of sick joke on the demon's part, corrupting eths naivety and turning it into murderous cruelty.

Maybe the demon had tricked eth into allowing ethself to be possessed — had promised to follow eths wishes, and then had killed eth once the deal was struck, with eth having no way of knowing how horribly those wishes would be twisted. That's how it always happened when people made a deal with the Devil on TV, and from what Pontedyria had found in xeir research, demons were pretty much the basis for the Devil in the first place, at least as far as popular culture went.

The more Pontedyria thought about it, the more and more convinced xey became that that's what had happened — the demon had promised to help eth fulfil all eths wishes, and then killed eth and taken over eths body. And now, either because it thought it was funny, or because it had some sort of real obligation, it was going out and doing a twisted version of what eth would have wanted.

Eth had insisted on keeping Crow inside, and went off on shouting matches if Pontedyria or any of xeir friends let him out, to the point that it wasn't worth the hassle of doing so anymore. Eth had always gotten so angry about other people letting their cats roam free outside, and now the demon posessing eth was making sure they'd never free roam again.

Pontedyria had been keeping Crow inside at first just to stop eth from hassling xem, but now xey were keeping him inside because xey were afraid that if he went out, the demon would eat him. So far, no cats who were kept inside had disappeared, not even

And it wasn't just the free roaming cats disappearing that fit the theory of some sort of deal gone wrong. Almost all the oversized truck owners in town had not only their tires slashed, but the engines literally torn apart overnight. And every recognizable car owned by someone that had ever almost run eth or Pontedyria over in the crosswalk soon met a similar fate.

No one else had connected the dots like Pontedyria had, because no one else had spent nights sitting up in a pillow fort plotting revenge on all the owners of the cars they could recognize for trying to hit them on their way to school, or screaming insults at them out the window when they didn’t sprint across the road like it was the end of the pacer test.

All of this had been going on for almost a whole year now. It was almost the anniversary.

From what Pontedyria had been able to find, most cases of possession were viable for a year and a day, and then they had to be renewed with another ritual, which had to take place in the same spot the posession originally began.

It was going to be Halloween in just four day's time. A year and a day since xeir kindling had been killed and possessed by the demon that now walked around in xeir body doing horrible things. Almost a whole year since Pontedyria had become an only child. Almost a whole year since xeir parents hadn't realized one of their kids was dead.

And xeir notebook, which xey'd hoped would tell them how to fix things and put things back the way they were before, was filled up, without any more space to put anything. And xey still didn't have any solution.

There were no magical stones that would banish a demon and bring the dead body it possessed back to life. The only ones who could bring people back to life could only do it twice a year, on the winter solstice, and they charged billions of dollars for their service. And they wouldn't banish the demon without charging even more money. And they all lived on the other side of the country. And Pontedyria didn't even have a hundred dollars to xeir name, let alone billions.

Xey hadn't told xeir parents. Xey hadn't told any of xeir friends. Xey hadn't even confronted the demon itself. Xey had been hoping that something would just miraculously happen that would fix everything. A special comet that would catch the demon in its gravity and carry it back out into space. A sudden surprise visit from some celebrity demon-hunter. Some random adult who knew what they were doing catching onto what was happening and fixing everything without Pontedyria having to do anything.

But nothing had happened. No miracle had dropped out of the sky to fix things for xem.

The demon was still possessing xeir kindling, and xeir kindling was still dead. Had died when eth got lost that night during the camping trip, and had only been found the morning after, bruised and freezing cold, with some story about falling into the river and getting turned around, with no one realizing that eth was already dead, and it was a demon speaking with eths voice and moving eths body.

There were just four days left to figure out some way to save xeir kindling, if eth could be saved at all.

And staring down at that useless, crammed notebook, Pontedyria couldn't think of a single thin xey could do to help. All xey could do was sit there, and stare, and despair.

[daybreakthing]

theorxeyxem! ⸻ a theorpron (link) term for using xey/xem/xeir/xeirs/xemself pronouns in theory, but not in practice!

etymology; theor, xey xem!

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colors based on this xey/xem flag (link)!

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tagging @radiomogai!

[bonefall]

So does Star Clan Grey Wing go get Turtle Tail, then Turtle Tail gets Bumble, and she Tells Bumble that Grey Wing has always accepted her as a clan cat? Because I think that would be so touching. Like they use Grey's words and wisdom to say she doesn't belong and then she finds out in Starclan that's not true. That this hero these cats have held up the entire time has always accepted her as one of them. Idk I'm feeling pretty sentimental right now since I finished The Last Hope for the first time. Can't believe he's gone.

I think that came across for Bumble during the First Battle, when a clap of thunder rang out and Gray Wing xemself came down. Xey condemned those who had used xeir teachings for selfish ends,

But praised THUNDER STORM. The one who broke off his cats in defense of Bumble. ThunderClan was FOUNDED on the idea that Bumble was one of them, and it is the only group that Gray Wing didn't admonish.

And with xem, Turtle Heart is there too. And all those that had just been lost in the battle. She was probably already blaming herself for not translating good enough, for how the meeting turned bloody, feeling she wasn't fast enough or accurate enough. But it's not her fault.

As a side note; she was in the middle of the clearing when chaos broke out. She was trying to translate two ways, in languages that aren't her native tongue. Clear Sky, Tall Shadow, and Thunder Storm understood each other, the Wind Runner and King Arc couldn't understand them, Clear Sky kept trying to talk over everyone else.

When they all leapt at each other, Bumble was BURIED in a sea of violence. She can't fight, so she was trying to push out of the crowd before she got hurt, but between the stress of it all and the screeching cats around her, she started helplessly crying;

"Peace!" In Parkmew, "Peace!" In Tribemew, and "Peace!" In Townmew. Cycling through them, begging that the cats around her would understand.

"Peace in three languages I-beg" is a Clanmew idiom for, "For the love of god PLEASE stop." It's based on that story!

[caninegrove]

𓆩✧`〖 Alien Pronouns 〗´✧𓆪

︶⊹︶︶ᗢ︶︶⊹︶︶⊹︶︶ᗢ︶︶⊹︶

➢ alien/alien/aliens/alienself

➢ UFO/UFO/UFOs/UFOself

➢ spaceship/spaceship/spaceships/spaceshipself ➢ space/spaceship/spaceships/spaceshipself ➢ space/ship/spaceship/spaceshipself

➢ spacecraft/spacecraft/spacecrafts/spacecraftself ➢ space/spacecraft/spacecrafts/spacecraftself ➢ space/craft/spacecraft/spacecraftself

➢ cosmic/cosmic/cosmics/cosmicself ➢ cos/cosmic/cosmics/cosmicself ➢ cos/mic/cosmic/cosmicself

➢ space/space/spaces/spaceself

➢ planet/planet/planets/planetself ➢ plan/planet/planets/planetself ➢ plan/et/planet/planetself

galaxy/galaxy/galaxies/galaxyself gal/galaxy/galaxies/galaxyself gal/axy/galaxy/galaxyself

➢ cosmos/cosmos/cosmos'/cosmosself ➢ cos/cosmos/cosmos'/cosmosself ➢ cos/mos/cosmos/cosmosself

➢ star/star/stars/starself

➢ comet/comet/comets/cometself ➢ com/comet/comets/cometself ➢ com/et/comet/cometself

➢ astroid/astroid/astroids/astroidself ➢ as/astroid/astroids/astroidself ➢ as/troid/astroid/astroidself

universe/universe/universes/universeself uni/universe/universes/universeself uni/verse/universe/universeself

moon/moon/moons/moonself

➢ outer/outer/outers/outerself ➢ outerspace/outerspace/outerspaces/outerspaceself ➢ outer/outerspace/outerspaces/outerspaceself ➢ outer/space/outerspace/outerspaceself

➢ celestial/celestial/celestials/celestialself ➢ ce/celestial/celestials/celestialself ➢ ce/lestial/celestial/celestialself ➢ ce/les/tial/celestialself ➢ ce/les/tial/celestial/celestialself

➢ green/green/greens/greenself ➢ gray/gray/grays/grayself ➢ grey/grey/greys/greyself

➢ purple/purple/purples/purpleself ➢ pur/purple/purples/purpleself ➢ pur/ple/purple/purpleself

➢ weird/weird/weirds/weirdself ➢ strange/strange/stranges/strangeself ➢ enigma/enigma/enigmas/enigmaself

➢ mystery/mystery/mysteries/mysteryself ➢ mys/mystery/mysteries/mysteryself ➢ mys/tery/mystery/mysteryself

➢ cryptic/cryptic/cryptics/crypticself ➢ cryp/cryptic/cryptics/crypticself ➢ cryp/tic/cryptic/crypticself

➢ glorp/glorp/glorps/glorpself ➢ zeep/zeep/zeeps/zeepself ➢ zorp/zorp/zorps/zorpself

➢ xey/xem/xeir/xemself ➢ xyr/xym/xys/xymself ➢ xi/xir/xis/xirself ➢ xae/xaem/xaer/xaemself ➢ zy/zym/zyr/zymself ➢ xy/xym/xyr/xymself

➢ 👽/👽/👽's/👽self ➢ 👾/👾/👾's/👾self ➢ 🌙/🌙/🌙's🌙/self ➢ 🪐/🪐/🪐's/🪐self ➢ 💫/💫/💫's/💫self ➢ ☄️/☄️/☄️'s/☄️self ➢ 🛰️/🛰️/🛰️'s/🛰️self ➢ 🚀/🚀/🚀's/🚀self ➢ 🛸/🛸/🛸's/🛸self ➢ 🌌/🌌/🌌's/🌌self ➢ 🌀/🌀/🌀's/🌀self ➢ 📟/📟/📟's/📟self

⊹₊ ˚‧︵‿₊ᗢ₊‿︵‧ ˚ ₊⊹₊ ˚‧︵‿₊ᗢ₊‿︵‧ ˚ ₊⊹

[tsel-bas]

Area X ; Sentispace

Warning: Sentispace may not turn out exactly as described. Anything and Everything can be changed to suit your liking or your system!

Name(s): X, Xayvion, Xanthus, Xenith

Age: Ageless

Pronouns: He/Him/His/His/Himself, It/It/Its/Its/Itself, X/X/Xs/Xs/Xself, Xey/Xem/Xeirs/Xeirs/Xemself,

Gender Identity: Libramasc,

Sexual/Romantic Orientation: Orientationless

Type: Willogenic Sentispace

Role: Janusian, Overwatcher, Overseer

Source(s): @/tsel-bas, Southern Reach Trilogy

Description:

A large area based in the Unites States, extremely overrun by nature. Nature has reclaimed its rightful place in the world of humans. There are salt marshes, beaches, and tons of other flora and fauna. Some friendly, some dangerous. It is not recommended to enter this area without some sort of protection and plenty of preparation. Stay too long unprepared and you might not make it out the same. It throws everything it has at you, slowly destroying your mind. Expeditions to this area have proven to be extremely dangerous Take caution when entering Area X.

This area has a humanoid form its consciousness can enter and fully take control of its roles. Xey appear as an adult man with dark brown skin and green dreads. His eyes are also green. Xs’ appearance allows him to blend into the surroundings of Area X. He can still control the area while in this form. This form it’s important as it allows it to communicate with alters/headmates within the system.

[mewos-laptop]

The Pantheon Collective

//pt: The Pantheon Collective //

One has taken it upon Oneself to at last make a post of our preferred names and pronouns whilst certain alters front.

One cannot remember if any other beings are present frequently as of late, however if One happens to remember, One will include them within this post.

Mewo uses any of the pronouns we use, however it generally prefers it/its/itself or he/him/his. Mewo is our "default" state, as it were. Mewo uses "Mewo rambles :3" for his posts, and he is a dog and a jackalope primarily.

One does not have a name, and One is not sure if One would like one, however if those which One is acquainted with would like to refer to One, One would ask to be referred to via any names for Divine beings. One uses One/Ones/Oneself for Oneself, however you may use it/its/itself or star/stars/starself for One. One uses "One Speaks." for One's posts. One serves to protect us, and was formed by our BPD. One does not often show up. <- add-on from Mewo: Divine seems to be very emotional and anxious as much as it seems to like to not show it. Please be respectful of star and star's boundaries if star decides to open up about them.

Gnarpy uses xe/xem/xey/xemself/xeirself. Xe will not tolerate they/them being used for xem. Xe views it as disrespectful. Xey use the tag "gnarpyposting" for xeir posts. Xey serve as a sort of fandom mediator (meaning if you see a very angry post relating to fandom stuff, it's probably xem). Xey are very opinionated (specifically about characters with implied BPD and/or that we believe to have BPD), and speak with a typing quirk. Xe may appear rude and uncaring. Xe is a part of a race of alien cats called Gnarpians (Regretevator fictionkin)

Sunday uses he/him and hy/hym pronouns, and is very closely tied to the host. He's comically gay, and swears way too much. He enjoys riot grrrl/punk music, and is very vocal about his opinions (Sunday [HSR] fictionkin). He holds violent and angry thoughts, and may post about topics related to these things. Hy uses "The Sunday Council" for hys posts. Hy is also most mustelids/a mustelid ambitherian. He labels himself as slurs quite often, as he identifies with the term. If that bothers any1 then feel free to let him know and he'll tag it for you.

Kinkajou/Emu is our little and ADHD holder. She doesn't front frequently, and hasn't for a while, as we haven't been regressing/had the time, however she does influence some of pur actions, specifically irl. It uses she/it/thon/pink, and is a manifestation of both Emu Otori from PJSK and Kinkajou from WOF. We don't think thon minds which name folks use for thon.

We will likely create some "user boxes" (One believes that is what they are called) for ourselves.

[Plaintext: This Gnarpy is VERY OPINIONATED about fictional characters !!!!!]

[Plaintext: This collective uses it/its]

[Plaintext: This God Misses Its Devotees]

[Plaintext: This headmate is the god of vengeance]

[shearingsheeps]

something i drew for a bailey playlist! you can listen to that playlist here. self indulgent meanings for each song will be under the cut :-]

alphabet soup: bailey's thoughts on their parents when they're kicked out of the house as soon as they turned 18. they're relieved, they're terrified, they're weighed down by hatred and confusion. this song is them addressing that cruelty, angry at their treatment. apple pie: bailey starts a relationship w/ goldie & tries to use it as a bandaid for everything that happened to them, trying to convince themself that being loved will make everything better. paranormal: with dissociation and their nonhuman sides growing more and more intense by the day, bailey is losing touch with themself and who they wish they could be. struggling to feel like a person, battling dissociation, bailey wonders how can they be "tangible" enough for the polycule? do they have substance? you: following these periods of constant dissociation, bailey becomes apathetic, not taking care of themself, but justifies it by telling themself that because they can still care for and love their partners, that it’s okay. they're willing to wait out this low point because they have the three of them, they can weather this. coffee: bailey considers xemself dull, but tries to be “useful” to xeir partners regardless, overwhelmed by xeir perceived lack of worth. confess: catholic guilt: the musical. bailey tries hard to be the perfect partner, apologizing over and over for taking up space, confessing to everything they do “wrong.” dancing devil: a song meant to mirror how bailey talks to themself- the garden of eden is the farm they now have with their partners, but they regard themself as foolish for being so caught up in themself and past traumas that they can't even appreciate their freedom from their parents— they're trapping themself all over again, but this time, it's completely self-imposed. agoraphobia: bailey's been staying in the house all the time, directly following the lyrics in terms of their anxieties and how they're approaching these new low points. expressing their fear and their simultaneous acknowledgement and refusal of having a problem art school wannabe: starting to confront what's happened to them head-on, acknowledging that their problems aren't the end-all-be-all to their development as a person— they're not who their parents set them up to be. dear pressure: bailey's now being more honest with themself and partners about their avoidance of anything new, but simultaneously expressing how they want more for themself! why should they write themself off as this being the rest of their life? cold weather: they're so in love and in love with how much good they all do for each other, reflecting back on how much they've all grown by boosting each other up. how bailey has learned to let themself be loved in spite of feeling inadequate. grass eater: bailey owning up to their faults as just… part of the experience of being a person— "now i know i'm going to hell." embracing everything they've been ashamed of, or otherwise told to be ashamed of. the bottom shelf: bailey's happiness isn't going to come from other people or how they look at xem: happiness starts and ends with what bailey can offer xemself. xey work to stop giving xemself "shoulds." hello, good night: starting to hold onto a positive outlook- the bad is coming and going, but that means the good is, too. with their faults, bailey puts out just as much good, too. they can only be better.

[headmate-ideas]

Could wi get a pack for a jackal who has a cripplepunk and queerpunk aesthetic?

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♿ HEADMATE TEMPLATE 🧷

✦ Name(s): Iro, Mikey, Raven ✦ Pronouns: they/them, it/its, x/xs/xself, xey/xem/xeir/xeirs/xemself ✦ Species: jackal anthro ✦ Age: 21 ✦ Role(s): identity holder, trauma holder, symptom holder, medical headmate, symptom manager ✦ Labels: bisexual, gaybian, genderpunk, xenogender, kenochoric ✦ Xenos: music, death, the void ✦ Interests/likes: zines, gender coining, mobility aids ✦ Dislikes: bigotry ✦ Music taste: punk rock, folk punk, hardcore ✦ Aesthetic(s): cripplepunk, queerpunk, weirdcore, voidcore ✦ Kins: ravens, obsidian crystals, hyenas ✦ Emoji proxy: ♿🧷 ✦ Details:

Iro is a punk anthropomorphic jackal who feels strongly impacted by the system's queerness and physical disability. They hold trauma relating to these things, as well as any symptoms related to their disability that aren't purely physical. Iro handles medical appointments and manages the system's physical symptoms. It likes making zines about the system's queer and disabled experiences.

[These can be edited and changed as needed, and headmates will almost definitely not turn out EXACTLY as described.]

[faulty-heat-vents]

//Narrative communication established.

//[ASSIST: CONDENSE]> RESPONSE BELOW READMORE

Thermie tests the weight of the wrench in xeir hands- feeling its impact-tremors when they bounce it in xeir hand, tracing the faint-growing chain of sensor-firings through xeir arm and up into xeir chest. Xey crane xeir head to stare at the massive frame in front of xem, then look back down at xemself.

//It is… strange, seeing my [vessel] from this perspective. I am unaccustomed to subaltern inhabitation. We are both well aware of my last piloting incident, and I have yet to adjust this frame's-

A ping cuts xem off. Xeir attention turns inwards, drawn to the notification that sits in the upper corner of xeir HUD.

//MEMO FROM COMMAND: ORACLE- [THERMALLY_CHALLENGED], report to my office at once. Directions attached.

//[QUERY: ELABORATION]> Is my Pilot to attend as well?

//MEMO FROM COMMAND: ORACLE- Negative.

Ashton sees the conversation on his helmet's HUD too- and Oracle's second order makes his stomach sink. Thermie picks up on the worry, sets down the wrench, and forces xeir subaltern’s upper shoulders into a half-approximation of a shrug.

//Do not worry, Pilot. By my calculations, the likelihood that Commander Oracle will wish us harm is inactionably low. Despite their outward-facing temper, they are a reasonable individual. This meeting is likely a formality after the events-

//MEMO FROM COMMAND: ORACLE- Your position has not changed. Move.

Ashton scrunches his face in discontent. “Don’t keep them waiting. They’re pissed. I can tell.”

//Understood. Be well in our absence, Pilot. We will not be long.

And with that, xey peck at his helmet with xeir conical head and begin the walk to Oracle’s office.

Ashton stands in dumbfounded silence. Did xey just-?

Hiver’s mocking whistle behind him sets the record straight.

——

The door to Commander Oracle’s office doesn’t open for xem automatically. A few awkward moments pass before it chirps and slides open, revealing Oracle with their wrist to the panel on the other side. Their reader-mask is down, covering their face and leaving only their three eyes exposed, bright green against an obsidian-black slate.

Both parties move silently to their respective seats- Oracle behind their desk, and Thermie struggling to maneuver the subaltern’s legs to sit down in front of it. Oracle sighs and waves a hand to tell xem to stop after xey nearly push the chair over with an oddly-bent knee.

“You can stand if that makes it easier.”

//This is appreciated, Commander Oracle. Apologies are given.

“And received.” Oracle tents their hands and rests their chin on the apex, then points to Thermie with their little fingers. “You strike me as a business-first… person. No nonsense, straight to the point.”

If Thermie notices Oracle’s hesitance, xey don’t mention it.

//I pride myself on maintaining such a disposition, Commander Oracle.

“Good. I’ve been getting nothing but nonsense from G-212 for weeks. I’ve noted you taking a possession over it. Tell me what you know.”

//[PARAMETER: REFINEMENT]> To speak my repository in a timely manner would require a vocalization speed exceeding human comprehension.

Oracle makes a disgruntled noise under their breath, muffled even further by their reader-mask. “Fine. Narrow the window to data gained during or after Operation: Lost Sands. That’s where the report’s been stalling.”

Thermie’s eyes shift, from laser-focused on Oracle’s blank face to somewhere in the middle distance. Searching xeir memory takes agonizing time, made longer by interruptions from system overclock alerts and memory drive damage.

Xey faintly register Oracle drumming their fingers on their desk in impatience. After deafening conversation-silence, xeir voice jolts Oracle back to attention.

//[SEARCH: RESULT: “OPERATION: LOST SANDS”]> Chassis visual data exported to your device, Commander Oracle. Pilot performance markedly improved in comparison to previous deployments.

//Objectives as follows: Exfiltrate endangered megafauna. If previous objective proves impossible, gather reproductive material from endangered megafauna for cloning and repopulation efforts. Exfiltrate Pilots.

//All objectives completed.

“Not optimally.” Oracle slides a paper on their desk into Thermie’s line of sight and taps it with a delicately-manicured nail. “Your fireteam suffered a Pilot casualty. The target suffered extensive kinetic trauma. The Academy is suffering a brazenly-disrespectful ex-mercenary as a resident.”

//[COMPLICATION: LIST]> Callsign [HIVER], unknown anomalous biological agent, unanticipated scale of extraction target.

“Part of being a Pilot is adapting when things go awry. I’ll agree that G-212 performed better this time than its previous deployments, but I’ve still got a casualty with no chance of resuscitation.”

Thermie snaps xeir head to stare daggers through Oracle’s blank mask. When xey speak, xeir voice is not xeir own- stitched together words from Oracle’s own lips, sharp as xeir gaze.

//[AGGRESSION: RE-EVALUATE]> “Part of being a Pilot is- suffering- casualties.”

//We were both uninformed by our employer. We were not alerted to excessive field saturation. We were not alerted to the presence of necrotizing agents. We were not alerted to the scale of our target, nor its radioactive presence. We were not alerted to the arrival of [HIVER] and [KIA] attempting to neutralize my Pilot under assassination contract.

//The fact that my Pilot managed to complete his assigned objectives is statistically astounding, given every complication. We were sent into a battle we should have lost. “Chance’s been on” {our} “side lately.”

Thermie waits in silence for Oracle to speak, body motionless and passive, the only movement being xeir eyes- tracking Oracle’s hand as it scratches the edge of their desk. When an answer doesn’t come, Thermie leans xeir snout into the Commander’s face and nearly purrs as xey continue-

//Your directive is to test us. During several moments of [Operation: Lost Sands], I assumed manual control of our frame. We are an argumentative, intrinsically-linked variable.

//[REQUEST: DEPLOYMENT]> My Pilot has called me his “better half.” Divide us and see what he is capable of.

“If you’re asking me to send him out there alone, I-“

//I do not speak for my Pilot, as it is not my place to do so. This request is my own, if I may be afforded it.

One of Thermie’s many arms snakes its way onto Oracle’s desk and drags a paper out of an overstuffed folder- a contract for one “PROSPERO DEFENSE MILITIA”- @eschaton-official- marked with a bright orange stamp on its corner.

//I even have an assignment in mind.

Oh, how Oracle wants to respond. They want to tell this machine off for insubordination- to lose their temper- to stand up from this desk and show it how they got to be a Commander in the fucking first place- to wrap their fingers around its spindly neck and strangle some respect into it-

But all of their internal bravado dies when Oracle tries to read the “machine’s” mind and sees an eye staring back. They push Thermie’s snout out of their face with a flat, shaking palm.

“Deployment approved. Get the fuck out of my office.”

[moondragon618]

~ About Me ~

You can call me Moondra or Moon, Lunar/Luna, Cynder, Dream, or Reverie :) My pronouns are they/them, it/its, she/her, and multiple neos which I'll list here:

xey/xem/xeir/xeirs/xemself

fae/faer/faers/faerself

sh:)/h:)r/h:)rs/h:)rself

lun/lunar/lunars/lunarself

moon/moons/moonself

dre/dream/dreams/dreamself

drae/draer/draers/draerself

dra/dragon/dragons/dragonself

🌙/🌙s/🌙self

🐉/🐉s/🐉self

Feel free to use any of these or you can ask for my preference, but I'm not picky lol :)

I'm a bi + grey aroace genderfluid enby, I'm fine with all gender neutral terms, and gendered terms (excluding woman/man & female/male) are fine too especially if it's funny :) I'm also (self-diagnosed) ADHD + Autistic and have social anxiety- be warned I'm often very slow to respond to asks/reblogs/DMs/etc and that's probably why lmao. I'm also fictionkin with my kins being c!Dream/Divine c!Dream, Protegeinnit/Divine c!Tommy, and Cynder from the Legend of Spyro trilogy :)

~ Interests ~

I'm currently a dsmp/c!primeboys enjoyer as you've probably noticed lmao, and I'm a fanfic writer and occasional sort-of artist :)

Some of my other interests include Gravity Falls, The Owl House, Undertale/Deltarune, the MCU (specifically Irondad lol), Markiplier/Unus Annus, and the Legend of Spyro trilogy (my first fandom <3)

~ Some tags I use ~

c!prime thoughts for all of my c!Prime analysis posts :)

my writing which has all my fics + me talking about my writing lol

Immortal c!Prime- Immortal c!Prime AU (also includes Divine c!Prime where c!Dream becomes a god and makes c!Tommy into an angel)

Shapeshifter c!Dream AU (exactly what it sounds like lol)

Hybrid c!Prime AU (in which c!Dream in an ender dragon hybrid and c!Tommy is a cardinal avian)

ad infinitum :) - My c!Dream kin tag, also includes Immortal/Divine c!Prime :)

everlasting daydream ❤️- My Protegeinnit kin tag, technically also my Protege AU and c!Dream butterfly chat AU tag lol (though for the sake of organization I may make a separate tag for that later)

rp c!Prime :) - posts reblogged from my c!Prime RP blogs :)

~ Before You Follow ~

First and foremost: I absolutely Do Not support cc!dream in any way. I enjoy c!Dream strictly as a fictional character. I completely understand if others personally find c!Dream posting uncomfortable and if that's you, then you might want to block me. If you harass me over this, or for not supporting cc!dream, or any other reason lol, enjoy getting blocked on sight <3

As for a DNI, I don't really care as long as you're not on some terf shit, generally just hateful and/or bigoted, super NSFW, or shipping incest or adult/minor ships (p*ppytwit/blr this means you too stay tf away from me istg). cc!dteam and cc!wilbur stans will also be blocked on sight, and same goes for c!Dream apologists I Do Not fucking trust you lmaooo

~ Links ~

My Ao3

My Writing Masterlist (I desperately need to update this lmao)

My RP blogs:

c!Prime- @haver-of-wives & @your-eternal-nightmare

Divine c!Prime- @your-divine-nightmare & @/angel-of-reverie (this one's having some technical difficulties rn, tumblr stop immediately flagging it as explicit the second I try to remake it challenge (impossible difficulty))

Please check out Stemms, my beloved QPP <3333

Please check out Midnight, my wonderful friend <3

Anyway that is all enjoy my deranged fandom blog lmao :)

(Post dividers by @cafekitsune)

[revenant-coining]

Can i get some cannibal pronouns?

here ya go!

Cannibal 3rdpp (xey/xem/xeir/xeir/xemself):

bite/bite/bites/bites/biteself

cannibal/cannibal/cannibals/cannibals/cannibalself

cannibalistic/cannibalistic/cannibalistics/cannibalistics/cannibalisticself

cannibalize/cannibalize/cannibalizes/cannibalizes/cannibalizeself

eat/eat/eats/eats/eatself

flesh/flesh/fleshs/fleshs/fleshself

kind/eater/kinds/eaters/kindeaterself

man/eater/mans/eaters/maneaterself

maw/maw/maws/maws/mawself

meat/meat/meats/meats/meatself

people/eater/peoples/eaters/peopleaterself

rip/rip/rips/rips/ripself

🥩/🥩/🥩s/🥩s/🥩self

🦴/🦴/🦴s/🦴s/🦴self

🩸/🩸/🩸s/🩸s/🩸self

@pronoun-arc

[imaginemyshipswithme]

Story snippet from an AU of my self ship where @selinas-ships sister insert exists

AO3 link

Emlyn knew xey probably shouldn’t be wandering the castle, even if she did have some permission. Zane’s only real rule being not to go into his private quarters, not wanting snoops to acquire personal information about him. He was a generally private person. Though xey decided to entertain xemself with a walk around the castle.

Xey didn’t know what possessed xem to go a little deeper, but xey were feeling adventurous today and rounded the corner before xey spotted the staircase xey hadn’t noticed before. Curiosity had xem moving towards it, wondering where it led. Walking up the stairs, xey eventually happened upon a plain, wooden door. Xey try the knob, to find it was unlocked.

Opening the door, xey came upon what looked to be an attic of some kind. Intrigued, xey walked in and begin looking around. There were many old decorations and family heirlooms. It seemed pretty normal, if not crowded from how much stuff seemed to be crammed up here.

As xey continue to look around, xey found a large portrait lean against the wall. Xey walked a bit closer to get a better look. It was a family portrait of the Ro’Meave family. It was partially covered by a tarp, but xey could easily make out each person. Garte standing tall and stoic with Garroth and Vlad on either side of him. Zianna was mostly covered by the tarp with a younger Zane beside her. Emlyn smiled, intrigued by what appeared to be a happy royal family.

That was when something caught xeir eye. Someone’s hand seems to be on Zane shoulder and it didn’t look like his mother‘s hand. As carefully as xey could, Emlyn pulled on the tarp until it fell onto the ground what xey saw was definitely a young girl. Her hand was the one on Zane’s shoulder, while the girl’s other hand held Zianna‘s from behind.

The girl in the portrait had to be family, but xey don’t remember Zane ever mentioning a sister. With all the distain he felt for his brothers and father, xey were actually surprised he never brought her up. Did something happen to her?

(Timeskip)

Emlyn stood beside Zane as the Shadow Knights debrief him. Xey couldn’t really focus on what was being said. Curiosity plagued xem once again xey hadn’t even noticed the shadow knights leave until Zane address xem by name.

Emlyn immediately snap back to the present. “Hm? My apologies, what did you say?”

Zane just seems to sigh in slight annoyance as he looked at xem. “All right out with it. You clearly have something on your mind.”

Emlyn nearly flinched in embarrassment. Xey hadn’t realize xey were being any kind of obvious. He wasn’t going to like xeir answer, but since he asked, xey decided to get the answer xey were seeking.

“I want to start by apologizing. I may have taken the opportunity to explore the castle a bit,” xey paused, giving him a moment to digest what xey had said. He seemed only to remain neutral so xey continued. “So, I seemed to have stumbled upon your attic. My question is, who is the girl I saw in your family portrait? I don’t recall you ever mentioning having a sister.”

Emlyn waited for his reaction. Xey expected him to be mad at xem, to yell at xem about snooping around or to dismiss the question entirely. His unsettling silence did not reassure xem that he was not upset with xem. So when he finally did speak, xey were surprised when his tone was oddly calm.

He sighs, heavy and vaguely sad, "... my sister is a subject I don't often broach.” He seemed to pause trying to collect his thoughts. “Of all my siblings, Vivian was my favorite. Unfortunately, we lost her, during a storm at sea. When she died... she took the sun with her." He looked at xem with such a somber expression. This was different from when he spoke of his brothers. He must’ve really cared for her.

Emlyn felt a jab at her own heart. There was someone this man had cared about, loved even. What xey wouldn’t give to see a glimpse of what that Zane looked like. “She sounds like she was truly a treasure. I’m sorry for your loss.”

He seemed to just stare at her for a moment before he gives a dismissive huff, averting his gaze to the nearest window. “It’s all in the past now. I chose to pave way for a more prospective future.”

[squarebracketsmileyface]

*raises hand* question, would the ‘them’ version of xe be xem? would that make ‘they’ xey or just xe? i dont have any friends that use xe pronouns so i’m very unfamiliar with them and i just want to make sure im using the correct variants 😵‍💫

No worries at all, neopronouns can be confusing lol, I literally got my own wrong so much when I first started using them. I personally use xe/xem/xeir/xeirs/xemself

So:

They went to the shop — Xe went to the shop

That's them over there — that's xem over there

That's their coat — that's xeir coat

That hat is theirs — that hat is xeirs

They can't see themself in a mirror — xe can't see xemself in a mirror (vampire lol?)

Though I have seen other people use xey/xem rather than xe/xem, so it just kinda depends on the person :]

[herald-of-aurene]

(Part One)

After Zydeco and Kudi left the inquest, xey headed straight for Thauma Sum. Xey had zero ties there, and would be perfect for a new start for the two of them.

The first think xey did was change Kudi's name, to Widget. Xeir small, premature daughter fit it well. Xey headed for Thauma Sum for both the fact that little people knew xem there, and a specific college. The College of Latrics was filled with healers, those who study genetics, and in general biomedicine. Zydeco was drawn to it, eager to help people heal after making them hurt.

In Thauma Sum, xey were extremely lonely and stressed, with the work of college and raising a preemie born with asthma, but there xey met a young girl named Myxxi. She was brash, aggressive, and very blunt, but Myxxi took a great liking to both Zydeco and Widget, and would regularly follow them around. Suprisingly quickly, she had wormed her way into Zydeco's heart.

Quickly, xey learned that the talkative girl's father was one of xeir professors, he was a kind man and teacher and once he caught wind of the friend his daughter had made was dealing with by xemself, Professor Moss offered them both into their home.

Yinno, Myxxi's mother, ran a bakery on the side of their home after taking a leave from being a aerodynamicist to take care of her twin infant boys. Myxxi, while not a genius, was gifted in learning and taking in information, never being satisfied with what she knew. The family was kind, loving, and quickly adopted the two young asura as members in their own family. With the help of the family, Zydeco was able to become a Thaumageneticist. He studied genetics, and the effect magic had on them. Particularly, those with a natural born gift with it.

Years later, Widget wanted to go to the progeny school that her progenitor went to when xey were young, although xey were reluctant, Widget was determined to go there specifily, and who were xey to deny her. This is what led her to study in Rata Sum, rather than Thauma Sum.

And its what saved her and Myxxi's lives.

When to Thaumanova reactor exploded, Moss, and their two boys didn't make it, horribly being torn from existence, but Yinno and Zydeco were able to make it out. Zydeco was able to heal, but their legs and once of their arms were warped from it.

Sadly, Yinno died shortly after making it to a refuge.

[slenderofthewildcard]

Intro thingy ma jigger

F#$% ya!

I'm Wildcard I don't give a damn which name yo call me!

Club suggested 'pronouns' so...here's those damndest little things!

any/all work, I don't give a rat's ass about it. BUT, BUT, BUT I have my favorites!

card/cards, dice/dice's, luck/lucks, chaotic/chaotics, she/he/they in NO F#$%ing order of preference!

Just change it up, i'm a Wildcard asshats!

OH RIGHT!

Background, I'm the oldest of us suits, more or less raised the other shits for a good chunk till the others were old enough to fend for themselves!

I am was THE dealer for Club's casino, I like to shake it up now and then! Everything's a gamble, all in the cards!

So...what'dya say...wanna make a bet with a Wildcard?

-Currently only contactable via letters-

Wildcard is unable to be contacted directly by anon's, but you may ask luck questions and they will be sent and answered via letters handled by dice's platonic partner Ace or Pink (@/pinkslenderman) who may be asked questions as well on eir own blog as well.

OOC under cut

Bit of a CW for Wildcard, SWEARNG lots of swearing (some will be censored some won't) and possible violence! (And other heavy topics)

Asks are welcome, but anything outright hateful will be ignored and deleted. Wildcard is unavailable so asks will be on hold or answered by mod if specified (as mentioned above.)

Mod uses xey/xem/xeir/xemself and xe/xem/xyr/xemself pronouns.

Tags

the wildcard - general tag

friend of the wildcard - general tag for Ace/Pink when ey speak on this blog

slendlr - fandom tag

make a bet - in character asks answered

mod answer - ask tag for mod

mod post/ooc post - out of character posting

[reshirambaa12]

ive noticed a ton of ppl misspelling my pronouns lately, and while its not something that upsets or bothers me, i do still wanna bring it up at least once so maybe people will be more aware about how to spell them

xe / xem / xyr / xyrs / xemself ✅

xey / xeir / xir / xirself / xyrself ❌

these are used in the singular form as well, not plural e.g. "xe is," rather than "xe are"

This is different for everyone and these specific applications are to clarify how to use them on ME, not how to use them in general. It can vary from person to person. If you aren't sure, it's not as bothersome or awkward as you may think to just ask. Thanks