#tw: repetition

[heartfelt-sys]

Important reminders to all systems out there:

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You don't need to share any information about your system if you don't want to.

It's okay to use outdated/old system terms.

You're still valid if you have a LOT of sysmates. (or whatever you call them.)

You're still valid if you have a very small amount of sysmates. (or whatever you call them.)

There's nothing wrong with insys relationships.

It's okay if you're introject/nonhuman heavy, and it's okay if you don't have any introjects/nonhumans.

You don't have to prove or justify your existence to anyone.

Having multiple origins or not knowing your system origins is okay!

Wanting to keep your systemhood a secret is okay.

Wanting to talk about your systemhood and be heard is okay.

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You are still a valid system. No ifs, ands, or buts about it.

Have a lovely day! <3

#endo safe #endogenic safe #pro endo #pluralgang #plurality #actually plural #plural system #plural stuff #plural community #plural pride #plural positivity #non traumagenic system #system positivity #non traumagenic safe #tw: repetition #tw repetition #cw repition #cw repeating words #Well I'm not completely sure if this counts as repition #but a lot of phrases are repeated #so just to be safe

[foster-the-moths]

it cradles the radio in its hands. no. his hands, not its, because if jonah said that he's adam, then he has to believe that. he has to. if jonah says he is human, then it must be true.

he strains to open his backpack with his mangled arm, tucking the walkie talkie inside. he'd just told jonah that he can't hold the radio and walk up the stairs at the same time. jonah hadn't liked it, but after promising them that he would immediately radio them if anything happened, they relented. now all adam had to do was make good on his promise.

he just has to believe jonah. he's still him, he's still adam. because if he isn't? he's not sure if he'll ever find the strength to leave this wretched basement, let alone the house. he places his right hand on the first step, and drills a mantra into his head.

his name is adam murray. and he is human. his name is adam murray. and he is human. his name is adam murray. and he is human. his name is adam murray. and he is human. his name is adam murray. and he is human. his name is adam murray. and he is human.

it almost believes in itself, if only for jonah's sake.

#tmc septendecim au #just a short thing to show what's going on in adam's head after verify. still not good!! #there is going to be a lot of pronoun fuckery in this au #foster's writing tag #the mandela catalogue #adam murray #tw: repetition

[majikdog]

I love you Papa Emeritus, I love you Satan, I love you Nameless Ghoul, I love you Nameless Ghoul, I love you Nameless Ghoul, I love you Nameless Ghoul, I love you Nameless Ghoul, I love you Nameless Ghoul, I love you Nameless Ghoul, I love you Nameless Ghoul, I love-

#did i do the meme right #Ghost #Kazoo of Destiny #tw: repetition #this was funnier in my head #Ghost the Band #The Band Ghost

[coffyblak]

Maybe god is merciful enough to let me sleep forever.

#☕ draws somethin #vent post #tw: vent #tw: repetition #tw: sui thoughts #persona

[hunter-the-sad-skeleton]

more TMC Au art stuff, some goofy, some serious, some are just ideas I'm playing around with lol(Reblogs appreciated!)

#my art #tmc au #mandela catalogue #mandela catalogue au #adam murray #gabriel o'brien #tmc o'brien #jonah marshall #mark heathcliff #cesar torres #sarah heathcliff #tmc six #tmc limbo #tmc ocs #my ocs #peter crow #tmc elijah #thatcher davis #alt cesar #tw: repetition #tw: body horror #tw: face horror #tw: gun #ask to tag #tw: implied suicide #tw: dead body

[askglassanon]

Teary eyed Doll

The body looked "right" dark brown hair, brown eyes, long ears, the freckles.

It was dirty. Not only from the dirt, but the dried blood on her clothes and mouth, the dried mascara of her face.

That was her. The missing heiress of the Black Ore Company.

His way to fame.

She was presumed dead because they never found her body.

*Shade shrugs, pulling the book from his bag. The cover was blank and untitled*

*He flips through the pages searching for the spell. Dead to Aid*

*He find reciting it was easy, magic thread spawns from his mouth and the words on the page*

*They twist and bind around her limbs pulling her up and twitching them*

*Some twist through her ears, nose and mouth tugging the body into animation*

*Her wounds stitched together by the string*

*She stood. Upright as through she was never dead, Glossy hazel meets his eyes*

Now the test run.

What is your name, Marionette?

It was going well. Perfect even

Then it happens. Maybe he mispronounced a word or something. He didn't know

My.. name.... is—!

*The White springs blur and sputter turning purple upon contact sending bolt of scorching agony forcing her out of her doll like state with a haunting shriek*

*The color her hair fades into a dirty grey wrong, healthy skin now too pale and blueish wrong*

*The newly reborn Undead broke away from the case and strings, flinging herself to the ground*

*Pushing off her back into a sprawled sitting position, red eyes ALL WRONG wide and watery, she blinks away the tears, gasping*

*Shade stared at her a snare on his face and slowly he dropped the book stepping over it to walk toward her*

*She pushes away from him, pulling herself into a ball and clutching her stomach, she tore the stitching in her frenzy**

WHY DIDN'T IT WORK!

WHAT HAPPENED!

*Why is he yelling? Why is he yelling at her? What's going on*

WHAT ARE YOU CRYING ABOUT! I JUST LOST EVERYTHING?!

What?

*He snarled at her and she drew her ears back with a peep*

You're wrong! Everything about you is wrong!

You're eyes are wrong! You're hair is wrong! Even you're complexion!

*He begins a new spell*

The last puppet spell went wrong so he'll just try a new one

*The purple strings re-immerge and she flinched away*

*Her chest hurts, her body hurt, her head.. hurts..*

It hurts... it hurts, it hurts! it hURTS! IT HURTS!

*Purple thread winds around her wrist exploding with a sceering electrical pain* STOP LET GO!

*The string broke and the feedback latches he away from her*

*It was dead silent*

*Sound rushed back to her ears as the blood in them ebbed away. Crickets, owls, crows, her breathless wheezes and anxious whispers of the forest*

*The man groaned and she scrambles to her feet. He glared at her hatefully like filth*

You...

*Who knows what he'll do to her. He's seething with hatred and his murderous intent.*

*She's scared. So she runs*

*She doesn't look back, even when it feels like his shadow is weighing on her back, even when her body aches and burns*

*She doesn't know where she's going. The echo of pursuit. She just needs to get away from it, from him.*

*Everything hurts but she ran. She was too slow before... before.. before.. never again*

*Even when the small touches of light from trees line burn her in a way she knows is wrong she doesn't stop*

#Ask Celestial!Glass #Celestial AU #Cosmic Royalty AU #Crystal Fuel #Tw: Repetition

[n1ghtwarden]

it's clear now you are as weak as your faith. /daddy ketheric going for the throat

FROM THE DESK OF THE NIGHT WARDEN: SAINT MAUD. no longer accepting.

fear leaves an acrid taste within the night warden's mouth - metallic and sharper than blood; all consuming in the way it eats at her, eats at her, eats at her. some part of her, buried deep, knows that she has never known the feeling before - it was a weakness, a weakness, a weakness. pathetic. pathetic. pathetic like she is now; risen so far and high in the loving embrace of the absolute - accepted. adored. feared. all that she wanted and more ( more, more ); venerated as the dagger of her perpetual grace, deliverer of her mercy and her word.

she'd been loved, hadn't she? hadn't she? had been. was. could still be - just one more chance; desperate to feel that warmth, that acceptance - but standing at the foot of ketheric thorm's throne with her head bowed, she knows nothing but silence. and that, out of all things, terrifies the night warden beyond belief.

and for once, minthara baenre; daughter of lolth ( no, no, of the absolute. you serve her. you serve her. you serve her. ) has nothing to say. what more is there to? she had failed. failed to act, failed to secure, failed to obey, obey, obey - the night warden had always been dutiful, always did what had to be done; did what others were too weak to do - it had to be her, had to be her, had to be her; and when the general, @womanlives, speaks; his words cut the night warden deeper than any assassin's blade ever could. despite herself, she flinches. " general, " she begins to say. the night warden is not too proud to beg. she cannot be cast out again, cannot be abandoned again - who is she, if not part of her embrace? who is she without its warmth? briefly, her gaze turns upwards; head raising a beat later to look upon the chosen of myrkul in all his terrible undying glory - and the worm ( no, the gift; the gift; the gift ) writhes inside of her skull; where the warm feeling of authority once washed over her - this one pierces through her marrow and into the flesh of her brain; painful, pulsating - eye twitching as a hand moved to press so deep into her socket she wonders if gouging her eyes would alleviate the pressure - command. dog. dog. obey. how dare you look upon him? worthless, worthless, WORTHLESS - LOOK AT ALL I HAVE DONE FOR YOU? OBEY. OBEY ME.

her head drops back down, breathing heavy - the absence and silence now more pronounced than ever, head pounding; but the ache recedes, slow and sure. shakily, minthara shuts her eyes; a trembling hand lowering back to her side where it balls into a fist. i will not fail again. i cannot fail again. " neither my faith or i am weak, general. " a soft breath - her head aches; the night warden is so, so afraid - small in this moment where she'd always been proud and tall. " if you will allow me, i will prove myself to you. "

#i was awake at like 2 am trying to figure out how i wanted to write a 'true soul'. not QUITE there yet but im getting somewhere. #tw: repetition #tw: cult thinking #tw: indoctrination #tw: mind control #WHEW. #is it coming across that the worm is part of the repetition. no? who knows. #shes an entirely different person in front of thorm and yea valid. #ANSWERED. missives to the night warden. #womanlives #ACT I. true soul of the absolute.

[ifiamhumaniamperfect]

To be ignored by authority... You have to not bring justice to your thief, Cesar. If he kills himself from you showing him what he has stolen from you, they will suspect it was you and you will have to get really good at hiding (maybe you can survive, but they might bring lights and the sort) or if you try to take his place and fail to act exactly like him (because it seems like you wouldn't do too good), they'll know what you are and take you apart and everything. You might wanna get better at being ''human" or hiding before doing your plan.

Learning to take his place would take months. And I do not know if I can wait that long. I am not ready for that. But I cannot take the time to be ready. I need to hide. I need to hide, but they will find me. I need to pretend, but I cannot act. I need my face, but they will kill me. I could kill all of them, but then I'd be alone.

And I hate being alone. I can't be alone. I hate being alone. It's too quiet when I'm alone. I hate being alone. But I need my face.

I am trapped and I don't know what to do. I feel like I am out of time and I don't know why. I feel like I am being torn apart from the inside out.

I need to kill him but I am not perfect. My body feels wrong. I do not know what to do. I am not perfect and I need to be. I need to be perfect. Can I be perfect? What If I cannot be perfect. I do not know what to do. And it scares me.

#tw: repetition #<-just in case #asks #ifiamhumaniamperfect au #[ooc: things are going to happen tonight lol!!!!!!!]

[yandere-vent]

ayo this happened on desktop and while i’m fairly certain it’s a bug it’s also a sickass aesthetic

#nonyan #tw: repetition

[tempest-toss]

💭 memory from One for Min!

"Mama, look at what I found!"

You looked at your daughter, who was holding up some pill bugs. You normally hated the pest, but you smiled at your daughter.

"That's nice dear, but you should put them back. Otherwise they can't get back to work." Your daughter pouted but still complied, waving at the bugs and wishing them well. With that, the two of you left the park, and made the walk back home to the apartment.

"Mama, I wanna be like you one day." You turn to look at your daughter, her cue to continue. "I wanna be an overseas like you, and help the world." You laugh softly at your daughter's enthusiasm. How adorable.

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You wake up. It was a dream. You sigh sadly. It's been years since you sent your daughter off to Brunshire Academy for the Anomalously Gifted. And It's been years since your daughter and her colleagues were trapped in a time loop by the Aeon Wrym. It's been years since you last heard from your daughter, through a letter that made it out.

Everyday you hope something will happen, and you'll see your daughter once more. Maybe one day, you'll see her once more, but for now you must wait...and wait...and wait...

....

It's hopeless...isn't it?

#One #Archivist #ask game #ask meme #shady person #tw: repetition

[heartfelt-sys]

Edited to be more screen reader friendly, sorry if we messed up.

Important reminders for introjects:

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It's okay if you are extremely similar to your source.

It's okay if you are extremely different from your source.

There's nothing bad about wanting to seperate yourself from your source, or wanting to interact with your source a whole lot!

You're still valid if you don't have source memories.

You're still valid if you have a bunch of source memories!

And you're still valid if you do have memories, but they are different from your source.

It's not bad or unfair for you to avoid interacting with doubles or sourcemates if you are uncomfortable with doing so!

You don't have to like or support your source or it's creator.

You deserve to spend all of the system's money on merch of your source >:3 ( half joking but also half serious )

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You are still a valid introject no matter what.

Hope you have a lovely day! <3

#tw repetition #tw repition #cw repition #tw: repetition #cw repeating words #Also very sorry for this sounding a bit more fictive directed #we dont have much experience with factives. but we assume it might be similar? #endo safe #endogenic safe #pro endo #pluralgang #plurality #actually plural #plural system #plural stuff #fictive #plural community #plural #plural positivity #plural pride #plural things #system positivity #non traumagenic system #non traumagenic safe #fictive stuff #fictives #fictive positivity #factive #factives #introject

[dreamdisk]

" ▅█What░▁ do you want? "

' you. ' Pounding voices, echoing volume, varied and loud, loud, LOUD. It wanted, IT CRAVED, it was hungry, starving, it was so alone. It wanted more, it wanted company, it wanted, IT WANTED.

' you. '

#ic. #chounaifu #proton. #tw: repetition

[justfor2am]

[A decade's a long time to be in love and not know it. If only there was more time. If only love was enough to satiate a fae's hunger.]

aka the scarian bad end fae au no one but like four people asked for, enjoy!

#hermitshipping #scarian #tw: repetition #justfor2am #justfor2writes

[coffyblak]

Funni Weird moment haha.

#Sonic #sth #sth oc #sonic oc #oc #luz lamb #deltarune.exe #tw: scophobia #tw: word repetition #tw: repetition #tw: veins #☕ draws somethin #weird route #sonic au #coldsteel the hedgehog #aosth scratch #aosth grounder #amy #au #digital art

[picavecalyx]

@flarefeu asked:

"Did I not tell you the world is cruel, mon petit?"

Shaking, trembling while she sat, legs folded up to her chest. The world wasn't supposed to be cruel, to be mean, to be bad. It was supposed to be happy, to be good, to be beautiful. She had to keep believing it, she couldn't just believe that it wasn't. This had to be an exception, a moment that wasn't perpetual or consistent.

Silva shook her head, whimpering as she pushed her face into her knees, she couldn't believe it. She just wanted to forget, to forget anything bad ever happened.

" i ddun't want it tu be- it shuldn't be- it's ssuppused tu be gud- "

#ic ;; blue bird bloom #verse ;; pokemon ;; beyond destructing and falling petals #flarefeu #tw: repetition

[hunter-the-sad-skeleton]

Are ya winning, Runers?(Reblogs appreciated!)

#my art #deltarune #deltarune fanart #deltarune weather #tw: repetition #ask to tag #tw: eyestrain #I like these guys! #Very shaped!