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Host: Vayu
Introject: Herobrine
Newest part: Vesper
Strongest part: Riley
The aggressor: Passerine Technoblade
The wise one: Sam
- Vesper & Vayu
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thestarseersystem · 2 years
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Ooo I saw this going around.
DID, OSDD, P-DID, or C-DID? I don't actually know. In my opinion, DID/OSDD-1+ is a spectrum, as my atypical presentation of this disorder has got me very confused. I know I'm polyfragmented, but due to not having switching amnesia and non-possessive switches, it's impossible to tell. And due to my living situation, I cannot seek a professional atm. (p.s. y'all forgot UDD)
Current Alter Count? Unknown. 30+ definitely, but I don't know if fragments count in that, and a lot of alters that we have rarely front, so it's hard to know.
Alter Count at Discovery? Six. Me (Yuki, main host), Tsuki (primary protector), Darling (sexual protector and caretaker), Hime (little), Emiline/Gwendolyn (persecutor and little), and Glitch (who was a dormant alter who fused with a part of a host, and became a co-host known as Rai). We slowly started learning more overtime, but those were the ones that were most overt.
Final Fusion or Functional Multiplicity? Functional Multiplicity for sure. The former is an impossible goal and not something we'd be comfortable in doing.
What roles are you heavy in? No roles in particular, it's pretty even across the board, but almost all non-human alters, from vampires to fey to other creatures and nonhuman things, like dolls and robots.
How's your communication? Shit. mostly. It's inconsistent at best, but when we are able to communicate, it's pretty clear. But due to brain fog, ADHD, etc. its ough.
Are you diagnosed, self diagnosed, or unofficially diagnosed? That's hard. We're recognized by our therapist, but as our therapist knows our living situation, we've asked that nothing be official. Besides, they're not an expert on it. So,, self dx but more unofficially...
Are you in therapy? Yes, but my therapist isn't exactly qualified for trauma processing. In therapy for ADHD.
What alter type are you heavy in? Read question 5.
Overt or Covert? I'm a masker, so covert, but I would be lying if I said that I was completely covert. Some alters are really overt.
Does handwriting differ? Kind of. But we don't handwrite enough anymore to know.
Do others know of your system? Yes, friends, partner, etc.
One thing you wish the community would accept? This is a loaded question. But,, I guess I wish the community wasn't so aggressive towards each other, or self righteous all the time. I think a community based around trauma can be a breeding ground for hate, rather than positivity. But I do understand why it's happening, it's just really common for people to just get in arguments over stupid shit, and to see opinions that I feel like I have to agree with. I just wish it was way more simple to just post a positivity post than to see other creators rip each other apart over a small hill to die on. I get it. But also, just let it go at this point. No need to be so angry over nothing. I know I get that way too. It's just really dumb.
Advice for singlets? Ah hhahhahhhh... Don't just make assumptions on systems based on what a single person does or says. There's a lot of misinformation out there, and if you want to make a video or a post on systems, you need to consult someone who has that lived experience first, someone who's actually diagnosed or medically recognized. It's not fair to other systems, if you shit on one thing in the community, and just direct ableism and hatred towards systems. Because everything you say, can and will directly harm another system, if you're wrong. Please stop hopping on a bandwagon to bring down systems with weird symptoms. It's not fair and it's not right.
Your go to thing for flashbacks? This is unhealthy and not something I advocate for doing, but I will ruminate on it. I will just focus HEAVY and ruminate and obsess and analyze. What I *should do* is distract, ask for comfort, ground myself, etc.
Your favourite educational accounts? Fuck if I know. I just post things, research on the internet and go. But I really like DissociaDID, despite their troubled past,, they helped me realize that I was a system and their videos are a big comfort to me. (please whatever u do, don't bring up the drama surrounding them, one of the ppl criticizing them is ableist against personality disorders).
Any shared spins? What. huh. i have me own opinions.
A role you coined? None, but like I really like systemfluid as a neurogender. Also someone make vampire coining for me or something. aemogais hear me,,,,,, more vampires.
Are you queer heavy? No shit.
Unpopular DIDOSDD opinion? I really fucking hate that there's a consensus that its medical terms and life is scary with DID and go sort of attitude. Having a system is a lived experience, so it fucking bothers me that there's just a coldness, no real fun, only hard facts and sad truths. I hate when people get mad at me for giving a more accurate experience to being a system, rather than just following it by the book. I guess my unpopular opinion is that there's no nuance for atypical experiences of having a dissociative disorder. I don't feel like I'm allowed to be myself in this community.
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Other Comorbid Disorders? For me? I have ADHD, OCD and delusions specifically related to my trauma. For others, I don't know theirs.
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Innerworld Large or Small? Huge. My innerworld is fucking massive with different layers/realms stacked on top of each other/beside each other. There's many different areas only some people can get to.
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How often do you switch? A lot of non-possessive switches, I'm not able to notice how much. It's often enough that I don't remember much when I look back, but not enough that I can tell who's fronting.
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What's your stance on sourcemates? I think it's sweet. I probably wouldn't seek them out, but I think they're alright. I don't think it's inherently toxic, but if a friend had a sourcemate, like of arcane, I would like to talk to them,, but I wouldn't actively seek that out. Also I think i'd probably get jealous of people who shared a similar introject, so I wouldn't talk to them.
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Share something an alter made? I don't have a lot of finished artwork, but here's art I made for my bestie's 20th birthday. (its me and my bestie)
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This is ok to rb!!! And put ur own answers, or just make ur own post aaaa
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reef-sys · 2 months
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neurodivergent people are not immune to being ableist
you as a neurodivergent person are not immune to being ableist
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uncanny-tranny · 8 months
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The leftism/anticapitalism leaving people's bodies the zeptosecond you imply that disabled people who aren't "productive" still matter in society and need to be treated like intrinsic equals who have a place in this world:
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leelajun · 3 months
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Finally finished this after ages ಥ‿ಥ
☆Twitter Version☆
Original Template by @popipurin
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1mnobodywhoareyou · 3 months
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one of my favourite things about being aroace is going to my allo friends and asking them questions about how they experience attraction that break their brains
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jajanvm-imbi · 11 months
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My two favorite anarchists 🥰🥰
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artilite · 25 days
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please take me home 🌠
textless version below! lyrics are from the song Mơ Làm Ma by Ngọt :)
this was meant to be just a quick doodle before bed, but. well. you see where that ended up OTZ
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nouverx · 4 months
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The thing I love the most about Alastor is that we can't truly know what to think of him, if he is being truly manipulative or if there's a genuine undertone behind any of his words, and that allows people to interpret him differently from one person to another. Like "oh he's being so sweet and supportive", to "no actually he's just saying what people want to hear because he's an evil manipulator". Maybe some fans are being too trustful, just like Charlie, and falling into his lies. BUT maybe there's a true genuine undertone to everything he says, maybe he can be a sweetie behind his evil mask. And maybe he'll turn out redeemable. Or not at all. Who knows?
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His character could go in two completely different directions in the next seasons and we have no way of telling how he'll turn out. It's still fully open because he showed he can be awful and evil and manipulative, but since there's been very few hints here and there that he could get attached to the hotel, that means he could be sweet despite all that. The mystery and uncertainty is keeping us thinking and hoping and I LOVE that. He's such a unique and amazingly written character.
On a personal note, I think the two different directions his character could take should coexist. Yes, he's going to be a main villain in the future seasons and betray Charlie and the hotel, yes he's an evil manipulator, BUT he could also get attached to them and show redeemable qualities at the same time. For me it would make the heartbreak even greater and his character even more satisfying.
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jesncin · 2 months
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Meet some of the kids of National City High!
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Conner's love life continues to get awkward.
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natjennie · 20 days
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what's weird about the fantasy high drama is that like. it seems to me like people forget d&d is primarily a) a game you play with your friends and also b) luck based.
I mean it's fine to say that "nothing felt like a challenge" and "they just dominated everything and there weren't any stakes" but like. it's not as if they weren't up against huge threats. they lost the mall fight. the last stand was an onslaught of enemies. they fought a dozen dragons from an airship. the fights were hard. they're just really good. they've had very good dice luck in general this season and are all very high level and highly specialized. fig is gonna beat deception and performance checks. adaine's gonna figure out the arcana. riz is gonna succeed investigations. like. for some reason their strategical competence and wisely picked abilities are. a downside? a disappointment?
the thing about d&d that you need to remember is it's first and foremost a game. it's mostly random and it takes you down weird paths and you're playing to have fun with your friends. the dice are literally telling the story that it's their time, it's their year. they've struggled enough. they've trained enough. they're good at what they do. and in my post about the academic/domestic/personal stressors being the focus, d&d doesn't have any other system to work them out than rolling different skills. that's what d&d is. brennan set specific challenge levels for different tasks and the players strategized to prioritize which abilities they were strongest in. the challenges were there. and the players rose to them. they were both smart in their delegation of responsibilities and lucky with their dice rolls. of which, both are foundations of d&d.
don't mistake them being good players and getting lucky with there being no hardship. just because they smashed through the wall, that doesn't mean the wall wasn't strong. they were just stronger.
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gallusgalluss · 1 year
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kitty cat slug
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thetisming · 7 days
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amatonormativity: a romantic partner should be the most important person in EVERYONE'S life
NOT amatonormativity: MY romantic partner is the most important person in MY life, but i understand this is not the same for other people
allosexnormativity: EVERYONE should have sex and sex is something EVERYONE needs/wants/should want
NOT allosexnormativity: I PERSONALLY enjoy sex and love having sex because it makes ME feel good, but other people dont feel the same and that's okay
platonormativity: having friends is important for EVERYONE and EVERYONE needs/has/should have friends
NOT platonormativity: having friends is important to ME and I PERSONALLY love having friends, but there are people who dont and theres nothing wrong with that
faminormativity (is that the word?): family is important for EVERYONE and EVERYONE needs to have their family
NOT faminormativity: family is important to ME and I PERSONALLY need my family with me, but other people dont feel the same and i understand that
lovenormativity (again, not sure if this is a word): EVERYBODY feels love and there's something wrong wiith you if you dont
NOT lovenormativity: I PERSONALLY feel love and love people, but not everyone does and that's completely okay!
NOT amatonormativity: i dont have friends/have any desire to have friends, i am happy with other relationships/no relationships at all
NOT platonormativity: i dont have any desire to be in a romantic relationships, and i am happy with my platonic relationships
NOT allosexnormativity: i like hooking up with people and having one night stands or friends with benefits
NOT faminormativity: i care about my family deeply and am close with family members
NOT lovenormativity: i feel love for people i care about
it's not normative to personally enjoy something, so long as you respect that other people simply arent like you and aren't going to like the same things as you. taking down normativity is a two way street, allos and aspecs need to do it. support your local aros, aces, apls, afams and other aspecs today! remember to challange all normativities, and to not enforce other normativity by saying how bullshit other normativities are!
nothing is universal. romance is not universal. sex is not universal. friendship is not universal. family is not universal. love is not universal. nothing is universal.
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caleumart · 3 months
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Day 6: fantasy
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uncanny-tranny · 9 months
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I think a lot of discussions would be made better by recognizing that masculinity and femininity aren't inherently preferred, but adherence to cishet standards is, which is slightly different.
This is why a masculine trans man* or a feminine trans woman* often still face stigma - it isn't that they aren't gender conforming to the gender they are. It is that cishetero standards do not want trans people to exist at all, in any capacity.
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Peony - Steven Grant x Reader
Peony (Paeonia) - Shame, bashfulness
Summary: A slight comedy of errors forces reader and Steven to admit and act on some spicy feelings.
Pairing: Steven Grant x F!Reader
Word Count: 1790
Warnings: Reader is AFAB/Female presenting/has breasts, Steven being adorably embarrassed and awkward, use of "tits", male masturbation (non-explicitly described), excessive euphemisms for masturbation, discussions of masturbation, lots of kissing, making out
Day 10 coming in with some more spice! I love the Moon Boys and thought I'd give Steven a chance to ramble his way into our hearts.
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You were scrambling to clean your flat as you waited for Steven — he was coming over to watch ‘The Mummy’ which, surprisingly, he had never seen. After your shift, you’d come home with the full intention of cleaning but had fallen asleep on your couch instead, only having woken up five minutes ago when he called to ask what you liked on your pizza. Your heart fluttered at his thoughtfulness as you gathered all the dirty clothes on your bedroom floor and chucked them into the closet. You’d gotten rid of the lingering trash on your coffee table, taken care of the dishes in the sink, and spot-cleaned your bathroom. 
Nothing like the panic-induced cleaning of a woman whose work-friend-turned-crush is on his way over. 
Looking down at your outfit, you realized you were still in your work attire — pencil skirt and fancy-ish blouse, both now wrinkled from your nap. You stripped off your blouse and bra and were halfway off with your skirt when you heard something ‘slap’ against the floor behind you. 
Without thinking, you spun around and saw Steven in the doorway, mouth agape and a pizza box at his feet. It happened so fast — you seeing him, his eyes glancing at your bare tits, back to your face, and his hasty retreat with a steady stream of ‘I’m sorrys” falling out of his mouth. 
“Wait, Steven!” you shouted after him, grabbing your discarded blouse and trying to chase after him, but he was already gone. You sighed heavily against the door to your flat, tapping your forehead against it.
Part of you was horrified — Steven had just seen you half-naked and not in the sexy way — while the other part of you was excited. Steven had seen you half-naked! Perhaps now he would make a move or, barring that, let you know he liked you as much as you liked him.
But that’s not what happened. The next day you saw him at work, you waved but he grabbed the phone, fumbling it and pretending to be in the middle of a call. 
When you were on your break, you headed toward the gift shop but just as you got there, you caught sight of Steven dashing around the corner with a box full of stuffed Basts. 
By the time your shift was over, you’d had enough. You strode up to the gift shop counter, trapping him behind it. He had the temerity to look scared of you, so you softened your approach and spoke quietly so none of the people milling about would hear you.
“Look, Steven, you saw my tits, big whoop,” you said, “I’m not mad at you or anything, there’s no need to avoid me. We’re still friends, yeah?” 
He ran a hand through his thick curls and sighed. “‘M sorry, course we’re still friends. I just…I wasn’t expecting…those when I walked in.” He gestured to your chest and you laughed.
You playfully punched him in the shoulder, “Well, I hope you learned a lesson about knocking next time. And, hey, thanks for the pizza.” 
He laughed and the tension between you evaporated. It had always been like that with Steven - easy going, honest, like nothing was too complicated that you couldn’t laugh your way out of. 
“You still haven’t seen The Mummy and we need to remedy that as soon as possible,” you said semi-seriously. 
“Tell ya what,” he said, “Why don’t you come to mine tonight and we’ll watch it. You bring the pizza this time.” 
“It’s a da- plan.” You stopped yourself before you could say ‘date.’ 
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In your excitement for the evening’s activities, you ended up being about ten minutes early to Steven’s flat. He’d texted you his front door code and said he’d leave his door open since you’d be coming with your hands full. Half-jokingly, you knocked softly on the door before letting yourself in. 
Steven’s flat was unlike yours in that it was one big room divided by his overstuffed bookshelves and piles of even more books. The only room with a door was the bathroom, and that was little more than a curtain. You were surprised you didn’t immediately see him, but you heard a grunt coming from the bedroom area. 
You put the pizza on the kitchen table then made your way toward the noise. 
When you got closer, you saw Steven was facing away from you on the far side of his bed. He looked to be stroking something in his lap—oh. 
Oh.
You didn’t manage to silence your gasp when you realized what he was doing, and he jumped up in shock, yanking his gray sweatpants up so you didn’t see anything. 
“Shit!” 
“Oh, God, sorry!” you said, covering your eyes. In your haste to turn away, you managed to smack your elbow into the corner of one of his bookshelves. Pain shot down your forearm because of course you’d managed to hit your funny bone. You gripped it, hissing at the pain with your eyes closed and tripping over one of the book piles and ending up splayed out on the floor.
Steven cried your name and dashed over, helping you sit up and checking you for injuries. He helped you stand up, making sure you were steady before taking a step back. 
“I didn’t see anything,” you insisted, crouching down to help him pick up the books you knocked over. 
“You don’t have to-” 
“I knocked, I swear!” 
“Please, don’t worry-” 
“I’m so sorry, Steven,” you said, looking up from the small stack of books you’d balanced on your knees. His brow was furrowed, cheeks red with embarrassment. 
“No, love, I’m sorry. I knew you were on your way but I couldn’t help myself. Not like it’s an ongoing issue, like compulsive or anything, but I couldn’t help but remember yesterday and, well,” he paused, gesturing toward your chest again, “and I didn’t want to greet you at the door with a raging hard-on so I thought I’d just, y’know, take care of it real quick but then you walked in and now I’m…rambling. Here, I’ll take those.” 
He reached for the books you were holding and you handed them off. He set them on a different stack a few steps away and rubbed the back of his head, facing away from you again. 
“Wait,” you said, brain finally catching up with what he was saying, “You…you were thinking about me? While you were…shining your statue?”
Steven let out a bark of nervous laughter, “Shining my statue?”
“Yeah, you know, shining the statue, flogging the dolphin, spanking the monkey, playing with the one-eyed snake, having a me-some.” 
You both burst out laughing at that. When you calmed down, he was shaking his head in disbelief while he fiddled with the too-long sleeves of his jumper. 
“So um, I brought pizza,” you said, motioning to the kitchen table, “if you still want to watch the movie. But if you’d rather I go, I totally get it.” 
“No!” he blurted, one hand reaching out to catch you even though you hadn’t moved an inch. “Let’s watch the movie, yeah?”
The two of you moved in sync, gathering plates and the pizza before settling on his bed, his laptop between you as he queued up the movie. You ate in companionable silence until Evie was bargaining for Rick’s life in the prison when Steven hit the spacebar and paused it. 
You turned to him to find him already looking at you. The look in his eyes was sheepish, as if he didn’t want to say something but knew he had to. Your nerves kicked in — was all of this a bigger deal than you thought? Had he been stewing on it? Your instinct was to diffuse tension with humor but, as you’d been told by more than one ex, sometimes it felt like you didn’t take things seriously as you should. 
“What’s up?” you asked. 
“I, uh, I didn’t answer your question.” 
You tilted your head, confused. “What question?” 
“About thinking about you while I, uh, wank.” 
“Oh,” 
“Cuz I do. Think about you. Not that I see you as just a sexual object, I think you’re absolutely brilliant but you’re also dead sexy and after what happened at yours it’s like I, I can’t get you out of my head so I thought avoiding you would make it go away but that just made my massive crush on you way worse-” 
He wasn’t just rambling, he was rambling about how much he liked you — how he stroked himself to the thought of you and thought you were brilliant and hadn’t been able to stop thinking about you. But the most important part was that he had a crush on you, too. 
You cut him off with a kiss, having heard more than enough.
Gentle at first, allowing him plenty of room to pull away if he wanted, but he pressed his lips against yours instead. One of his hands wrapped around the back of your neck, the other sliding around your waist. 
You brushed your tongue against his lower lip and he opened for you, licking into your mouth in a way that made you clench around nothing. Fuck — you had caught him fucking his fist to the thought of you half-naked. That thought plus his hand wandering under the hem of your t-shirt had you incredibly wet, almost dripping. 
Eventually, you came up for air. Steven looked gorgeous, lips slightly swollen from kissing and his blissed-out expression. You wondered what he looked like as he came, a smile forming on your face as you realized you would find out if you kept going. 
“Whatcha smilin’ about?” he asked, running a hand over your hair and letting it rest on your cheek. You turned your head and kissed his palm as an answer, then moved to the sensitive skin of his wrist. 
“You,” you replied simply. 
“C’mere,” he said, his hand on your hips pulling you over so you were straddling his lap. He sat up and kissed you again, hungrier this time, his hands roaming freely along your back, over your breasts, along your arms. His lips left yours and he kissed along your jaw, down your neck. Heat spread from every point of contact, leaving you wanting more but not without a little teasing first. 
“Steven,” you whined, “what about the movie?” 
“Sod the fucking movie,” he growled against your neck, one hand reaching over to slam his laptop shut and coming back to rest on your ass, pulling you against him. 
“Gonna show you what I’ve wanted to do to ya since we met,” he promised, and you bit your lip to keep from beaming at him.
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