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quasaricsouls · 3 months

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zamn!!! these idiots plural!!!

[pt: zamn!!! these idiots plural!!!]

welcome to the silly corner where the people in here (our sys) shitpost and just be silly. we are a traumaendo (we think we may actually be protogenic sooo) system of about 20-21. we use sysmates atm but this may change. it/they collectively

BODILY A MINOR. [pt: bodily a minor.]

this blog is technically a side blog, we're currently not comfortable sharing our main one for safety & personal reasons. if you know, don't tell anyone. please.

we are very much so fictive heavy. please treat everyone like they're normal people. they are not their source.

basic dni criteria apply here, as well as anti-kin (including KFF. we're chill w them existing here), transmeds, sexualize agere/petre/littles/extranths, nsfw-focused blogs, etc. people whose blogs focus on unreality are on thin ice. proship/fic are allowed to interact, however please know that we do not care about ship discourse and are chill as long as you don’t bring anything problematic to us.

more about our sysmates under the cut :3

EPHAI/ASTRO core, host // it/she the idiot who's somehow the host here (trust me, i dont know either)

vulturekin & argentaviskin, do not refer to me as human! i am stressed out incredibly easily, interact with care as i can be unstable. tag is #ephais stargazing

FRENZIE chaosnaut, adhd holder, fictive // it/xey our resident adhd holder and chaos gremlin! it shitposts a lot. that is all

tag is #frenzies shenanigans

FIVE PEBBLES role term discomfort, fictive // he/kit/meow the guy who's the reason we found out we're a system. whoops. anxiety man & we're pretty sure he's a pet regressor

tag is #5pebbles rambles, you can also find him at @pebblesrambles

GOURMAND role unlabeled, fictive // he/they fat fuck. somehow, one of the only two sane ones here asides from avanna. posts probably won't be common from him!

tag is currently undecided

AVANNA some type of protector, fictive/kinform(?) // she/they/plant neos girlkisser? girlkisser. but yeah. fun fact: before our syscovery, i (ephai) thought she was a fictotype. Yeah, no.

tag is #avannas garden

HURRICANE role unlabeled // he/storm/strat literally the only one frenzie fears. will add more later

tag is currently undecided

LIBERTY/LUCY semi-fictive // she/it will add later

tag is currently undecided

MAGNIFICENT fictive(?) // she/her will add later

tag is currently undecided

NEBULA tba // any pronouns will add later, existence is foggy

tag is currently undecided

NO SIGNIFIGANT HARASSMENT tba, fictive // sie/he/she prefers to go by sig. HEAVILY divergent and a bit disconnected from source. will add more later (sie’s ALSO a pet regressor???)

tag is currently undecided

EVEREST tba, fictive // she/her will add later

tag is currently undecided

PHARYNX chameleon(?), fictive // he/it will add later

tag is #pharynx talks

SERPHELIUS puppetmaster, fictive(?) // any pronouns will add later

no tag

WENET rabbitrunner, fictive // she/lun will add later

tag is #wenet posting

LOOKS TO THE MOON tba, fictive // she/her will add later

no tag, you can go annoy her at @looks-to-the-soup

SLIVER OF STRAW(/SKYE) fuck if i know, fictive // she/they/it has zero rizz, that’s all im saying.

tag is currently undecided

BOBCAT caretaker (curadere), octive // they/she local strombonin and frenzie’s partner. usually only fronts alongside regressors.

tag is currently undecided

If you encounter a sys-mate who goes by Qhualhul, do not interact with him. He is not safe to be around.

(note: add isabela, suns, ui/cloud, and squiddo later)

[ Astralis Sidesystem posts are tagged with either #astralis sidesys or #this post was brought to you by the astralis sidesystem ]

#plural system #traumaendo #traumaendo system #endo safe #endo friendly #multiplicity #plural #actually plural #plurality

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brutalitybunny · 2 years

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📂 i hope i sent the right emoji my phone didn’t copy it :(

"Send “📂“ for a random yet completely useless headcanon I have"

you did send the right emoji :-)

Um um i think Um I think Um I think

i think ema skye (rfta era) was a whovian. i think she was a little tumblrina. i think. she was into superwholock. in fact. I know she was. i saw her cringe little tumblr blog. her "___ fandom grab your ___" posts. her desires to go to tumblr university. they tried to hide this from me. canon tried to obscure it. but she made a monty python reference in rfta. i know her cringe

#asks #ema skye #she i think just barely missed the kinning era though

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jeannahas · 4 months

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To be American - Is to be Fragmented

I have lamented - often, and too long, the fact that I have no culture, no home to call my own.

I was raised in lands that were taken, among crimson cliffs, orange craigs, tracing carvings that predated my ancestors by generations, their meanings long lost to the cruel sands of time and desert winds. I was raised on stories of gods of foreign lands - tales of Thor, and Mjyonlir, mixing and twining with those of Zeus, Hades, Amateseru, Kokopeli, and Coyote.

I was raised fearing the Skinwalker, and was taught how a Skinwalker is vastly different from a Werewolf, and was taught Asian Ki-Gong medicine, and listening closely as the Navajo told us of their fears, showed and shared with us their dances, as friends.

I miss those days. The drum, the singing - the mesmerising spread of hoops during the eagle dance - if that's what it was called.

I saw the terror in the eyes of my first crush - a Navajo girl, as she explained that her family was moving away because they saw the shadow that laughed in the flames as their house burned to the ground, and I legitimately beleived them, felt sorry for them. I learned from them always to erase whatever you drew in the dirt, and I still do to this day.

I had an ancestor die in the Alamo, he knew Daniel Boone. Texas rangers, mountain men, the members of the LDS church who settled massive tracks of the west, who mixed and mingled with the native tribes, often in friendship, while others warred. I was told when I was younger, that there was Native american blood in me, but that what it was- from where it came - has been lost. Who even told me this>? I certainly can't remember, and don't have any proof. What tribe? What family? Where do I call home? What legends are truly mine to posess, to pass on? The Shoshoe? Ute? Paiute? One of the many tribes from Northern California?

I don't know. Do I really descend from any of them?

We learned in 2017 that my direct family line, that of my Father, hailed from clan McLeod, from Scotland, and through them, the vikings, who claimed descendance from norse gods - but are these legends mine? Are the legends of the Tuatha d'Danan now mine as well? The legends of Scottish heroes, of Scathach, who dwelt upon the Isle of Skye? The great feats of clan-cheifs proof of my line's draw to combat and war? Could I lay claim to and learn Gaelic, and not be rejected by those who still speak it as their birthright, and could I bear the seal of Clan McLeod? I can - I have a pin that marks us as descendants of the family, and we know exactly which of our ancestors branched off, changed his last name - but it still feels strange, after so long not having any connection.

My first ancestors on this land came on later voyages of the mayflower, we learned. They were here for the Revolutionary war, 1812, they were here for the civil war. We came through the younger brother- he fought for the Union, and in stories called the family slave brother, and helped to free him.

His actually older brother fought for the south - he died.

My grandfather, while in northern california, was gifted an Eagle feather. How? From Whome? Why? Am I crazy? Did this not actually happen?

I don't know.

I am an American - I was born in Ohio. I grew up at the base of and within the Rockies, and it is the tales of the miners and settlers that describe the arrival of my kin. I was raised in southern Utah, brought up on native American legends and taboos, among Hoodos, Petroglyphs, and remnants of the Ancient Pueblo, called the Anasazi still in my youth, and my mother had an entire library dedicated to the stories, the songs, the myths and taboos of many different Tribes, and I still recall the legends about the staining of the stones, of the White buffalo, and I held a healthy respect for the legends of Coyote the Trickster, of the fact that the people of this land credited him as the one who cursed those who became Bryce Canyon. Are these legends mine? Are these songs mine to tell? Can I tell people the fact that seeing the patterns of native american pottery actually puts me at ease, makes me feel at home, in ways that other things... don't? That I yearned to enter the cities of the Pueblo left behind at Mesa Verde, that they called to me, and I could not enter, could only speculate at the lives once lived there?

I don't know.

Native tribes probbably wouldn't accept me among them. I cannot claim one as my ancestors. I can't even declare with certainty I have any Native American Ancestors.

I grew up learning martial arts, a Korean Style called Tang Soo Do, passed down from my father, who learned it at great expense. I learned to love the sword, to learn many fragments of the Korean Language, and always seek to know more, and have adopted many aspects of martial arts culture. I bow reflexively in respect to others, be it a small nod of the head, or an accidental full bow in times of exhaustion. I have accidentally bowed while crossign the threshold of my home, or while entering a gymnasium, or while entering my bedroom. I shake hands with my left arm tucked under my right elbow- a habit engrained through years of shaking the hands of other martial artists in greeting, and I accept things offered to me with both hands - a custom I have learned is prevelant in Asia.

I cry when I watch the end of elemental - they have the Big Bow- what do we have here in America? In India, they have ways to show maximum respect to their fathers, to their elders, to show their gratitude, great gestures to save for those of Import. What do I have? I yearn to show this level of respect for my own parents, to share with them a gesture that is filled with such meaning, and I am left feeling that I have NOTHING save to invite them to the events which are of greatest significance. Do I make something, a masterwork weapon to gift to my father, to echo the many training weapons he made and gave to me? What could possibly convey this?

Our culture has nothing. We have to borrow from others around us.

I learned that there are Ties within our style to Shotokon, in Japan, to Shaolin Boxing, in China, and to a dozen other styles around the world. Are any of these tales and stories mine to tell? Can I truly claim legacy with the Hwa'Rang'Dan? Can I claim sincerely descendance through training, through legacy of instructor and teacher, back to the Silla Dynasty in 57 BC? My martial arts legacy is 3 steps away from Chuck Norris, and 3 steps away from Grandmaster Jae Chul Shin - does that matter?

I don't know - some will tell me yes - many will tell me no.

Lastly. I came to live in another country, to learn the legacy of Artigas, of San Martin and Belgrano - of their fight against the Spanyards, and I learned of the battle of Tucumán, and felt great pride for the fact that the Gouchos fought like demons. I came to speak Spanish, Castellano specifically, and to take to the language so well I had to take a couple months to learn english again when I returned, and months more to remember what a "Watermellon" was called. I began to feel most comfortable with an Aguayo sash around my waist, a knife tucked in the wraps, and my favorite way to keep warm in winter mornings to this day is to Don my Poncho in the colors of Salta, and remember the cable cars, the climb down the hill, the sights and crisp mornings that always greeted me, the briliant golden light of the main Plaza of Salta or Monteros during the day, or the sight of the night sky as I looked at a moon that seemed to Wax and Wane in reverse.

I am not from there- but still, to this day - Castellano leaps to my lips, and the Chacarerra brings me comfort. I'm sad I lost my hat - I actually thought I looked good in that one.

And I miss Gaseosa Secco.

oh forgotten gods of all my ancestors - Secco is fantastic, and if you are in Santiago del Estero for some reason - you need to try some.

I think, one of the defining traits of life as an american... is the hollowness. We do not really have a food to call our own. We do not really have legends beyond our founding, save those our ancestors brought with them, and shared to their kids. Many are immigrants- they have the stories of their homelands, and they claim them as theirs. People say that our legacy as Americans is that we posess all legacies- but that's not really the case. Cultures do not readily share, do not readily welcome outsiders, and we are not really part and pacel of any culture, not really. There is a void there that used to be filled with patriotism, but as despotism, fascism, curruption, and inumerable other ills cause our nation to crumble from within, as corporations dictate the whims of law, and cause those of use who are simply trying to live life to flail, to flounder, to scream and rage futily against a system too megalithic for us even to understand....

We are left with nothing.

Maybe that Is why we hold to our guns - the only stories we have left are of the revolution - stories of hunters who drove off an empire. Perhaps this is why we are so violent- for stories of violence are the only stories we can truly call our own.

I want to claim the stories of my clansmen - for I feel this claim the most direct.

But... I was not raised on those legends.

I was raised playing with my brothers, pretending Loki, Hermes, and Coyote were names for one crazy individual - I was raised reading about all these other cultures, with their names and customs, and dreaming I might see a white buffalo someday, or that I might track and kill an Elk the traditional way - I almost hunted one with a Katana directly drawn from the sheath - that action might describe this clash of cultures best. An american descended from the English, the Scottish, and who knows what else, wearing a krorean do-bohk and nearly hunting one of the most American Animals possible with a Japanese weapon, and then cursing in Spanish when I missed.

I am so deeply American it almost hurts. In the continental sense, not in the national sense. We were on this continent before the USA, and we come from and have been to countries all over these two continents.

I meet people daily from Israel, and wonder if the Geneology that ties me back to the Tribe of Ephraim lets me claim kinship with them, who come from the Tribe of Judah. I meet people from Ethiopia, and am in awe at the beauty of their language. I meet people from spain, Cambodia, the Philipenes, California, Wyoming, New York City, Mexico, China, Vietnamn, and Ukraine - and all of them are equally foreign, equally similar to myself. I teach them, and we all have legends to share - stories to pass around. I have heard legends from other cultures, and in turn have taught them the tale of Achiles.

As was said by Hugh Laurie - "America is too big to [even] know itself."

My soul wails, for it does not have a people, and I search for them constantly. I search for friends, I try to live in whatever culture remains to us- but what is that? Is it the DnD which many of us have fled to as our means of telling stories, of gathering around the fire? Is it the dying breed of the cowboy, who used to be common when I was growing up, herding their sheep and horses, fighting mountain lions in my lifetime, and hunting deer with bows and arrows? Is it our culture that we learn to make things that originally hailed from so many other cultures? Is it the Martial Arts family that I have truly come to love and cherish in a way similar- although not as critical or tight- as the ties I feel to my blood-kin?

My father hand-makes recurve bows, and fletches his own arrows, and taught us to do the same- We learn to make and repair swords, and each have affinities for swords of different legacies. Weapons hailing from different countries. We learned how to bind books, like the europeans did, and like the Maya did once upon a time, before the Conquista, and practiced writing on rice and slats of wood, inspired by the Chinese and Japanese.

I want to scream, I want to cry out and unify the threads of my identity -

But.... around what?

what can I claim to be?

I don't Know.

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yandere-fics · 16 days

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I have a feeling you kin Skye or maybe Nora

-girlfailure

its skye i most related to, i was talking about like any fictional character in general though, i want to get assigned weird random characters from weird random games and animes

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scotianostra · 1 year

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Happy 87th Birthday Scottish bagpiper and singer Rona Lightfoot.

Born on South Uist on April 17th, 1936, Rona grew up in a family that was rich in tradition. Just how rich was their culture inheritance became clear when the family doctor decided to record Rona’s mother, expecting her to contribute a song to his collection, only to discover that Kate had a veritable treasury of songs passed down through the generations committed to memory. Rona’s father, Eairdsidh Ragnaill, was a piper, as were all the men in his family, and a seanachaidh of renown and the family home at Gearraidh-sheilidh was known as a ceilidh house, where Rona heard music and song from day one.

By the age of nine Rona was already copying her father’s fingering on the chanter and shortly afterwards she began playing the pipes. Her uncle showed her how to read music and she began taking lessons from the man who would remain her tutor for many years, Angus Campbell. A teacher who, Rona says, could draw music from a stone, Campbell lived three miles from Gearraidh-sheilidh and Rona would walk there sometimes in the dark on a Friday night and stay until Sunday, learning tunes and hearing ghost stories that would make the walk home all the more interesting.

After leaving secondary school in Fort William, Rona moved to Glasgow to train as a nurse. She met and married her husband, a sailor, and would often go to sea with him, taking her pipes so that she could continue teaching herself pibroch and would receive honest but supportive appraisals of her progress when she next caught up with Angus Campbell.

Having begun competing as a piper at the age of twelve at the College of Piping in Glasgow on her first trip to the city, Rona continued through her teens and into adulthood, winning prizes at the annual South Uist meeting. Many of the competitions were for men only and Rona campaigned against this, proving her point by becoming the first woman to take part in the coveted Bratach Gorm (or Blue Banner), the Scottish Piping Society of London’s premier pibroch competition.

In Rona’s own words “I have to tell you that whilst I fought for the right to be allowed to compete in the Bratach Gorm competition in London, I was only ever permitted to compete on one occasion” It was a proud moment but she’s equally proud that she later piped the Skye Bridge toll protesters to the court house and that they won that argument, too.

Meanwhile, her value as a singer, tradition bearer and raconteur were being recognised and appreciated ever more widely. She has sung all over Scotland, across Canada and the United States and in 2004 she finally recorded her first album, Eadarainn. She has also recorded with Margaret Stewart and made an important contribution as a storyteller to Duncan Chisholm’s multi-media commission for Blas 2007, Kin.

The young singers and pipers who have benefited from Rona’s tuition are legion. She has taught at feisean including Inverness, Bettyhill and Ullapool and has been an instructor at Ceolas on South Uist every year since its inception. She has also given workshops throughout Scotland, in Canada and America, as well as crossing over from competitor to judge at piping meetings, and she continues to be a source of inspiration, songs, wisdom and humour to the Gaelic community worldwide.

#scotland #scottish #musician #bagpiper #singer #hebridean #outer hebrides #musical history #gael #gaelic singer #folk singer #Youtube

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