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lily-174 · 1 month

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Saw you in the Jay Halstead x Reader tag! I was hoping you could do one where Jay is dating a black belt, and he keeps forgetting she can take care of herself bc she's been training for many years. Maybe she gets kidnapped, but escapes on her own? Thank you if you do! No problem if you don't! Have a good day 😊 💛

you picked the wrong girl- Jay halstead x reader

AN: well, I’m back… sorry I’ve been gone for so long guys. But I hope you enjoy this, and If you’ve read fics from me before. I hope you like the change in writing style.. I’d love to hear what you think (I did write the at 1am tho and didn’t proofread)

trigger warnings: Angst, Assault, kidnapping, mention of endo

“yeah jay i’ll come over when i finish my shift tomorrow” you held your phone up to your ear, bag on the opposite shoulder as you left your apartment building.

“alright babe. be safe okay?” Jay, your boyfriend of 3 years spoke through the phone. A smile on your face as you thought of seeing him after your shift at firehouse 51.

“you too” you smiled before ending the call, shoving your phone into your back pocket as you began walking to your car. You and jay had met while serving in afghanistan yet had reconnected almost 6 years later after you started working back in chicago and got a job at firehouse 51 through your friend clark and everyone at 51 has quickly become your family.

As you approached your car you scrolled through your phone looking to message your best friend Gabriella Dawson to let her know you’re on your way to work. The two of you usually spend the start of your shift gossiping, it’s something you’ve grown to love. Especially when it comes to girl talks in a firehouse full of men. God just the memories of the boys faces—specifically cruz— when they walk in on a conversation about something they don’t want to know makes you laugh. Like the time you had cruz walk in on you talking to gabby about the horrendous side affects of your condition Endometriosis. Which you only got diagnosed with two years ago, and luckily it wasn’t completely debilitating for you as it was for a lot of women.

When you’d been diagnosed you were terrified of telling anyone, even Jay. But after hundreds of conversations with Gabby and Jay—who were both unapologetically supportive—it no longer bothered you and you’d come to the conclusion you’d rather talk about it and educate people on the subject rather than hide from it.

Shooting Gabby a quick text that read: ‘On way now. Got so much to tell you about the CPD party’

You smiled to yourself watching the three dots pop up signifying gabby was messaging you back. You and Gabby had almost no shame when it came to your conversations, so much so that you were sure you knew more about Gabby and Casey’s sex life than Casey did himself, and vice versa for Gabby and Jay. You knew Gabby had something to tell you too as she’d insinuated as such on the phone last night. And boy, did you have something to tell her too. The sex you’d had with Jay after that CPD party had been extraordinary, easily in your top 5 sexual experience—all of which had been with Jay. He was amazing, and with the strain and pain endometriosis puts on a woman’s sex life Jay had been so understanding and patient. He’d made sex something unimaginable.

‘Can’t wait. I have news too. 🫢’ Gabby replied. You smile as you reach your car pocketing your phone and pulling out your car keys. Just as you go to press the button on your keys to unlock your car what feels like a violent slam of bricks hits your head. Pain slices through your body, shaking your bones, starting from your skull and travelling all the way down to your toes. the pain is sharp, cold. So cold that black dots dance across your vision. You can’t process anything, every thought, every instinct you have fails under the pulsing pain in your skull as everything turns black.

Pain shatters the darkness enveloping you, cold air hitting the wetness coating your hair sending a shiver down your spine. Fear claws at you, digging into your flesh, pulling and tugging at your stomach acid just as the hands are. The hands? Pain and panic interlock as everything clicks. Hands. Gripping your waist dragging you across a stony path. Darkness, not the same as before, not the dark pain that had taken you hostage but the sun leaving you, leaving you vulnerable with your captor.

It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the darkness. Yet, when they do adrenaline takes ahold of you. Forcing the old you, the soldier to take over. Power floods your veins as soon as your eyes meet the evil ones of your kidnapper.

Where’s jay? Does anyone even know you’re gone? How long have you been gone?

Questions you won’t let linger stab you. And your limbs fill with strength, adrenaline. You pull your elbow back before forcing it into your captors ribs with every ounce of strength you can, ignoring the pain, ignoring everything. You refuse to be a photo on Intelligence’s evidence board.

Your captor grunts, weakening his grip on your as he stumbles unprepared. He quickly recovers, lunging forward aiming to take you down with his fists. You don’t let him. Your lungs clench, heart pounding as if a stampede lives beneath your ribs as everything you’ve been taught everything you’ve learnt and everything that’s ever made you feel powerful rushes through your veins. Army training, Boxing, karate, kickboxing.

You dodge his attempted assault and quickly throw a balled fist toward his jaw, and it connects with enough force to break a knuckle. You move quickly, precise like you’ve got forever to calculate his next move. But you don’t. It’s the adrenaline, rushes through your veins giving you enough energy for the final push. With another firm punch he stumbles, and in the next moment you land a hard kick to his most precious area. He falls, losing his balance and stumbling with a pained groan.

Run. You barely process your next movements as your legs carry you, each step shakier than the last as you take your chance, sprinting away. Your lungs burn, your skin igniting against the harsh chicago wind. You don’t even know where you are but you keep running, running, hoping to find something familiar. Some landmark, somewhere you know, someone you know.

Your body weakens, you feel as if you’re your legs will fail at any moment as you push on. The wind brushing against your tear stained cheeks leaving a chill in its wake.

95th and Trent. The familiar street sends the final wave of adrenaline through your body. You don’t stop running, you can’t. Not until your safe. You don’t know how long you’ve been running for, how long you’ve been missing. But when you reach the familiar 21st district it almost feels as if your heart stopped. Racing up the front steps you barrel through the door. Panicked, irrational, exhausted.

Trudy Platts panicked eyes meet yours and a wave of comfort makes your eyes well up. She rushes out from behind her desk ordering a officer away, “Get Halstead. And call a damn Ambulance and 51. Tell em we’ve got her.” She bites out before rushing towards you and taking you into her arms.

As soon as the warmth that is trudy Platt touches you, your heart cracks. Almost loud enough your worried it could’ve been heard from miles away. Tears poor from your eyes and you clutch onto her uniform as the adrenaline dissipates.

“Baby” A distraught familiar voice takes you by the hands guiding you home. His arms, his smell. You’re home, you’re safe. Jay takes you in his arms, tightly. Letting all of his worry and anger seep from him in the form of your touch.

“Are you okay? Y/n, I was trying to find you. I was gonna find you baby.” He whispers as your claw at his muscular frame. “You’re safe, I’ve got you” he whispers, his voice only causing the crack in your chest to grow. A crack that only he can fix, now that you’re home.

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sophieinwonderland · 7 months

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i swear, i've been called you by SAS like twice. like, SAS, just admit you can't handle the idea of sophie having people liking her more than you /hj

but for real, why do people think you'd send yourself asks? in an entirely different typing style? is it because we agree (not even on everything, sometimes i disagree, and sometimes majorly, but i dont send anon asks about what i dont like bc im not mean about it) and they can't imagine people agreeing with you and not them? idk! guess a random twink in an entirely different US state (i presume at least) is actually secretly sophie i guess. do i get a "secretly SAS" knockoff flag? :D

anyway i think certain anti endos deserve to be ignored and not treated as nice because they THREATEN TO BASH PEOPLES SKULLS IN and use ableist language like 'split personality', but okay. maybe you went a bit too far and terrifyingly threatening, but it's something i kinda understand bc i, too, am angry at sysmeds and fakeclaimers and people who make this community unsafe.

thats why i use anon. im not sophie, but i cant show any primary accs because i am scared to not be on anon.

rambling, anyway. i have mc mods to download. do u like minecraft btw sophie? i found a new mod recently, called switchy, that allows you to have different profiles (with customizable options/modules on what gets saved to the presets like skins and nicknames and sizes on the scale mod tm)! gotta make this ask a positive ramble somehow

I don't know about a flag, but can I can give you this meme instead?😁

Anyway, we don't play Minecraft ourselves. I know, weird right? Modern people who grew up in the 21st century who DON'T play Minecraft? What's wrong with us? 😜

But I just looked the mod up, and it's so awesome that there's a mod made specifically for plural systems! Here's the link for anyone anyone interested!

#syscourse #pro endo #pro endogenic #system discourse #minecraft #minecraft mods #switchy #multiplicity #actually a system

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sholangagaga · 2 years

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Glamstar AU Synthetic Info/HCs

I'm still working on chapter 5 and 6 so those are a bit delayed, but I've also been working on some information about my synthetics! Partly for me to organize my thoughts, but also for you guys in case you were confused about anything mentioned in my chapters!

Synthetics are actually still fairly close to their animatronic counterparts, parts wise. They're an Endoskeleton covered in a "casing", but made to look human

Synthetic skin is stretchy, but in a plastic sense rather than like normal skin.

The endoskeleton is covered in semi-firm muscles, which is really just bundles of wires made to mimic human muscle tissue. This is what prevents a synthetic from being too "solid". (aka, it makes them huggable/pleasant for children to touch)

Synthetics don't have brains per say, it's more like a special type of computer. Where the base of the skull would be, there's slots where Chips can be inserted

There are three types of chips that make up ONE fully functioning synthetic. The Mother Chip, the Personality Chip, and the Functionality Chip

The Mother Chip is the same as a brain. It stores all of the memories and information, and is what shapes how a synthetic acts and reacts to different things. If this chip is damaged or lost, it's the same as permanent amnesia or even brain-death. This Chip cannot be removed through conventional means. Because it is the "brain", intrusive surgery and high clearance is needed to remove one

The Personality Chip stores exactly that, the personality. This Chip allows each Synthetic to be unique, giving them depth and character. While this chip can be put into new endos, without the Mother Chip it wouldn't be the exact same Synthetic. This chip isn't as deeply imbedded as the Mother Chip, but it's still hard to remove. You'll need high clearance to take this Chip out

The Functionality Chip is the big boy, it stores the AI and all possible functions of the Synthetic. While this could also be unique, each related group of Functionality Chips usually start off the same way (ex. Glamrock FC are always built with the same base. Constant upgrades is what makes each one unique) This Chip is the one that's usually removed during maintenance. There is no clearance needed to remove these chips

Synthetics have three plugs on their backs for charging. One at the base of the neck and two on the trapezius.

Down their spines are small lights color coded to each Synthetic (Freddy's is blue, Bonnie's is yellow, etc)

On their lower back is a battery display. This show how much charge a Synthetic has. However, because they're all usually clothed, you won't typically see them. Roxy and Monty's are the only ones that could be visible, however they wear an extra layer of false skin on their backs to hide it.

Charging stations only make use of the plug at the base of the neck, which takes the longest to get full charge. All three plugs are typically used in Parts and Service, either during long maintenance or just every so often for a quick recharge.

#domo arigato mr roboto #hope this clears up some questions!#otherwise dont be afraid to ask!#security breach #fnaf security breach #glamstar fam au #glamstar au

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sophieinwonderland · 3 months

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Hey so I was reading the screenshots of asks on your post about having 1,801 followers. One, congrats btw. Two, it reminded me and prompted me to ask, why do people hate you so much? I don’t understand why they do. The only thing you’ve done is educate people in a respectful tone. Why has people had DNI’s not to interact with them if someone follows you? Also I’ll never for the life of me get why people are anti endo. Even if supposedly science or whatever can’t prove it, why do they discredit people’s actual lived experiences? They insist lived experiences must be impossible since they think plurality supposedly only happens because of trauma and they’re stuck on their mentality. Sorry for my rant.

Ty for all you do and being a nice person.

Thanks!

As for why people dislike me, you'd have to ask them. I'm sure you'd get a lot of answers. A couple of them might actually contain some truth!

The simplest, most boring truth is that anti-endos hate outspoken pro-endos and when they find someone who is too outspoken, they'll comb over and twist whatever that person says in order to justify attacking them.

Of course, that's not the entire truth.

See, when that happens you can rollover, you can try to change their minds... or you can play into it and decide that while you may not be able to control whether people hate you or not, you can at least control what they hate you for. 🤷‍♀️

And so that's what I ultimately decided on after a year of harassment and an attempt to get be banned under false pretenses.

If I were to say what my greatest sin in syscourse is, it's probably this. Feeding them things that I know they would take out of context to pass around to their followers as examples of how terrible I am.

For example, once bragging about teaching people to "dissociate and hallucinate" in one post last year. Something which, if I had clearly phrased it in a less threatening way like "I can link to switching and imposition guides," wouldn't have gotten the same engagement from the other side. Yet saying I teach people to dissociate and hallucinate is something not a single pro-endo or pro-tulpa would care about because everyone who know me knows what I'm talking about.

And then when an anti-endo who was looking for something to use against me takes the easy bait, I get a chance to talk about how actually not all hallucinations and dissociation are harmful, and many cultures around the world have safe hallucinatory and dissociative practices, making the anti-endos look foolish.

Actually, one of the anons in that post yesterday, and some others who found my blog through anti-endos, made me think using the infamy anti-endos gave me to my advantage would be helpful. (And yes, I realize "you should make anti-endos hate you more so they'll give you free advertising" was probably not the intended message.)

So yeah, I occasionally feed them little nuggets to add fuel to the fire.

I dislike toxicity when it's aimed at other pro-endos who may be vulnerable. I dislike it when pro-endos send hate to anti-endos because that reflects back on our community and risks escalation.

But when hate is aimed at me from anti-endos, I think that's useful. I have thick skin. I can take everything they throw at me and then turn it back on them.

And I hope, maybe, if I make myself enough of a target, that will keep the anti-endos too distracted to go after other people on this site. Like how the Punisher puts a skull on his bullet proof vest so the bad guys will focus their aim there instead at more vulnerable parts of the body. I think I make a good vest. 😊

I try to avoid anything truly harmful. I discourage harassment. I don't send hate mail. I don't throw around slurs or profanity. But if I'm being honest, I do try to encourage the perception of me being a malicious and dangerous person amongst anti-endos.

But again, they hated me long before that. I only resorted to this particular strategy after they had already decided I was an evil ableist because I had the nerve to use science to promote endogenic plurality.

#syscourse

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