#empty core

[veryunusualxo]

#weirdcore #oddcore #dreamcore #internetcore #webcore #ul #traumacore #cybercore #emptycore #regretcore #voidcore #empty core #liminalcore #liminal dream #derealitycore #darkcore #censored core #trauma vent #nightmarecore #creepycore

[violetryst]

Food

Closeups under the cut

#liminalcore #empty core #dreamcore #digital art #art #persona #i have too many personas #dies #violets art #a #oc #liminal space art #liminal space #liminal space photos #what core is the backrooms #uhhhhh

[schizoidvision]

The Schizoid Defense and the Empty Core - Barriers to Connection

In this article, we take a brief look at the concept of the schizoid defense, a range of self-protection mechanisms that are employed in response to challenges associated with having schizoid traits. Additionally, we will explore its connection to the "empty core," and the consequences it has on the lives of individuals who experience it.

1. What is the Schizoid Defense and How Does it Work?

The schizoid defense is a range of psychological mechanisms that act as a shield, maintaining a safe distance between an individual's true self and the outside world. Picture it as an invisible barrier, a protective force that separates the inner self of a schizoid from the external reality. It's like an emotional moat guarding their castle of emotions. This detachment from the outside world can feel like an impenetrable wall, obstructing intimate communication and emotional self-expression when interacting with others.

2. The Relationship Between Schizoid Defense and the Schizoid Empty Core

The schizoid empty core is a phenomenon that many individuals with schizoid tendencies experience. It often results from early trauma and a failure to bond with a primary caregiver. This leads to internal splitting that causes detachment from one's own body thus emotional distancing occurs between self and others, and self and emotions. This creates the empty core phenomenon, which manifests as an inner void, a sense of hollowness, or even a physical cavity within the chest. Essentially, it reflects the lack of a core sense of identity, leaving the individual feeling devoid of self.

The schizoid defense also serves as a protective mechanism against feelings of personal inadequacy arising from this empty core. Through mechanisms such as dissociation, isolation, withdrawal, and emotional detachment, individuals with schizoid tendencies transcend their vulnerabilities. Schizoid individuals shield themselves from awareness of any deficiencies within and effectively diminish emotional feelings associated with a lack of relationships in their lives. This defense can make schizoids appear invulnerable, as they are often unable to fully perceive or express their vulnerabilities due to the emotional disconnect caused by their defense mechanisms.

3. Consequences for Schizoid Lives

Understanding the schizoid defense sheds light on its profound implications for the lives of those who experience it. Preoccupied with their own thoughts and valuing their ideas and opinions above others, schizoids tend to be indifferent to external praise and criticism. They find validation from within and rarely seek advice or validation from others, embracing a fiercely independent nature.

The schizoid defense causes resistance to external influence and sensitivity to intrusion, and fosters a strong tendency to think independently. As a result, schizoids don't rely on close interpersonal relationships for emotional support. They are highly selective about the people they open up to, making them naturally challenging to get to know.

In Conclusion:

The world of schizoid defense is a complex and intricate one, shaping the lives of those who experience it in profound ways. Understanding the protective barrier it creates and its relationship with the empty core provides valuable insights into the inner workings of schizoid individuals. By shedding light on these aspects, we can better appreciate the unique perspectives and challenges faced by those with schizoid tendencies.

Schizoid Vision YouTube Video: Understanding Schizoid Personality: Defense Mechanisms & Coping Strategies

#schizoid #schizoid adaptations #schizoid dynamics #schizoid pd #schizoid personality disorder #schizoid vision #schizoid defense #empty core #cluster a

[complexparadise]

she’s an angel in disguise,

#love #zonekidd #photography #edit #experimental #flower #pretty #wild #nature #cool #wow #empty #empty core #angel #dream #dreamy #soft #swag #escape

[gunsandshipsforhands]

enough hello kitty traumacore we need more miffy traumacore rep she’s been down in the trenches i think

#traumacore #liminal core #empty core

[esoterictriangle]

wake up

time

lies

stretch

slow

wake up

The world comes back. That's the best way to put it, I guess. It was as if I woke from a deep sleep, but I got no rest; I wasn't sure if I had been for an instant or a century, but I chose to believe it was an instant because I was afraid the opposite was true. I'm standing, which is weird, in a maintenance corridor, which is not. The walls are full of pipes (normal) that are cold and silent (weird). The end of the tunnel is near, and I know the open space outside it. Groggily I walk out to turn the corner to see the stadium. The lights are off, emergency LEDs dimly showing the outline of the buildings around me. Above me is the open I know and love and below me is the stone so well trod. It feels like the sun's about to warm the horizon, peeking up and coloring the blues of this twilight with the warm pinks of dawn, but I know the sun doesn't shine here and intuit the sunlamps are offline. I want to smell coffee and hear a train rumble in its tracks, I want to hear the whisper of a thousand outfits and feel the sleepy anticipation of a thousand souls but there's only me and the trains are frozen on their tracks (there's one right there, not even in the station)

I found myself gravitating towards the stadium, and suddenly I felt the rough stiffness of coveralls, where I thought the softness of pajamas was a moment ago: I was dressed for a work I didn't think I knew but felt as if I could. The fabric was a familiar sensation, comforting in its discomfort, reminding me to take them down the street to my neighbor and trade some knitting skill for some sewing and line them with something nicer but also reminding me that yes, I do know this work and here I was, at back entrance 6 and here was the doorpad and here was my hand and now the long hallway and now the office-cum-locker room where we posted our wishlist and divvied it out, claiming the nice jobs and working together on the nasty to make their pain bearable. I remember this and I remember being afraid when I thought to put some work hours here as well as in… somewhere else (why can I remember blaseball but not the other?); I remember fearing the press and desire of the crowds and its power, worried working here meant I'd feel the pull of Spectating more strongly and get sucked into the Being and Participating and Cheering and—but it actually made it easier, weakened its power. I could be supporting The Splort a way better for me, for my body. (I remember this, but I'm also more afraid now of a new thought: why is maintaining blaseball so important to me, to the core? The thought lingers, but in a guilty way, as if the air is afraid of me asking)

I flicked familiar switches, and got familiar light in response; the core was quiet but there was still power here. Nothing was dusty but everything had an air of disuse. I got to the main bank and flip the switches for maintenance mode lights. I hear the clunk and thrum and those huge lamps (yet so small and weak compared to the full stadium lights) kicked on, bathing the stadium in warm, dim light and causing stark shadows to leap into the corridor I stood in. I walked out onto the field and stepped to grass that was somehow still green to an infield that desperately needed raking. The bases were here, but the players were not. No sound of practice, no sound of rest; only the sound of anticipation. I walked to the home dugout and saw it littered with detritus, as if the team was here, just a minute ago. That thought scared me, so I hurriedly walked back out. I think I had made sure to schedule my hours here when the team was playing away. While the infield needed raking, the outfield was pristine (oh. I just remembered: it's synthetic. Better to put the effort of caring for green towards the green that will feed us and soothe our souls). I walked along the foul line and touched the padded back wall of the field. A player might have just kicked off this; that indentation there from the desperate reach to try and stop a triple. I could feel the wishes of countless fans, the push and pull of a myriad of souls cheering, it was almost like the stadium was full, the lights on, the game in its final innings, the excitement fever pitch hit run—

I felt a sound and looked up into the silent expanse above me and saw something coming. It was definitely falling, but at first it looked as if it didn't know where gravity pulled; it was falling out, not down—and then, neat as a button, it was falling down, as if it suddenly remembered which way down was supposed to be, except I was sure it wasn't it remembering but rather me. It landed in the outfield, not 20 meters from me. It was a blaseball player. I felt awe, but also sadness and maybe fear. I had never been nearer to one of our players than the distance between the stands and the field, and I tried to not go to many games despite feeling it was Necessary to. Something about that willingness to put all on the line, to play and be played, it scared me.

The player looked at me, mothlike, glowing like the neon (altho most of it was still struggling to light), dark as the emptiness above and seeming to have come home after a long journey abroad.

"…hi"

My voice broke the quiet, which was a shame, but it seemed important to greet this player, seemed important to have a player, seemed… vital to have one.

"welcome… to the core? I'm not sure what's left, but what we have is yours as much as mine"

They seemed to understand I was speaking, but the words didn't have meaning. A different language? I chose English as a broad choice, but I could try the broken bits of what else I kn—oh, they're signing I think? They're deaf. OK. I try again, in DownSL; I don't think it's really what they know, but it's all I know and hopefully we can figure something out,

, I repeat. Their eyes don't widen (I don't think they can) but I sense—smell?—surprise, recognition, something else. The response is rapid and in DSL—they do know it, ok—I think the last thing is sadness but that doesn't seem to capture the totality.

I wish I knew the answers, but I don't. I'm pretty sure they're the only player here though; the core is too cold for more. It takes me a moment to try to answer; I wonder if that third thing is anger more than sad and I swallow my intimidation. I'm suddenly reminded of an ancient player, one who held the team for too short a time, but I don't know why they of all players roll in my mind. Scoresburg. I realize I was trying to answer a question. It's too late, the bug (affectionate {wait, do I like blaseball players? I thought I was afraid of them.}) has stalked towards the dugout. I don't know if I should follow or not. I don't know what I'm supposed to do at all, really. The machines aren't just off, they're cool. The thrum of the core replaced with the song of the void (hello beautiful), all openness and that quiet you can hear.

The full stadium lights kick on. The player is walking back, an orange jumpsuit on matching mine and a toolbox in hand. They stop near home plate, wave me over. I think it's time to get back to work

#blaseball #blaseball fic #fic #i don't write fic often but i did this #vibes #blaseball fall ball #core mechanics #empty core #core restart #core lore

[catgirlredux]

The Corporation is distinctly opposed to calling pilots "angels". They've released several statements recommending that officers silence any such language, saying it "threatens the integrity of the forces", and that HAKs and the pilots who control them are "tools, not deities". But I mean, when you see the way a suit's holoprojectors form a pulsing ring around a pilot's helmet, or when one slumps forwards out of its cockpit to reveal that thick mass of wires creeping from its back, it's impossible not to see the resemblance. And when, like most of the men stationed here, you've found yourself pinned down by heavy artillery fire from two directions with no chance of survival, but out of the heavens a Bishop-class rig emerges and razes the enemy with what can only be described as holy flame? I mean hell, that's enough to make anyone a believer (pardon my language).

I have a buddy who deals with the HAKs directly. He works in biomechanics, combat simtech or whatever. I asked him once what he thought about the whole "angel" thing. He got real quiet, and he looked directly at me and said, "you don't even know the half of it." And I stared right into his eyes and I could see that same heavenly flame burning in there and I knew that he had seen something he couldn't quite understand, but that he loved with all his heart.

#cheetah writing #empty spaces #mech #mechposting #indirectly inspired by armored core

[dollish-shard]

Mech pilot handler playing Armored Core VI and ranting about all the inaccuracies to her pilot. (who is on the floor between her legs, too twitchy and blissed out by continuous battlestim use to actually understand anything other than direct orders)

Sometimes she says the word "combat" and the pilot looks up at her and shivers like an eager puppy. She pats its head fondly and then roughly pushes it back towards her crotch as she continues to complain about the implausibility of mechs being so mobile flying in Earth's gravity.

#empty spaces #mechs #mechposting #mech pilot #armored core #microfiction

[heartfulselkie]

Marinette: (furiously knitting)

Marinette: (furiously drawing)

Marinette: (furiously baking)

Marinette: (furiously optimizing hero squad's patrols)

Marinette: (furiously brainstorming new ways the hero squad can help Paris)

Marinette: (back to furiously drawing but not the same one as before)

Alya: you know - just because you have an idea doesn't mean you have to act on it

Marinette: what?

Alya: you don't have to do every idea you ever think of

Marinette: what are you talking about and also how dare you

#coming from me thinking its so Marinette-core of me #to immediately want to make any idea that rolls through my empty head into a project #i have so many things i want to do and i want to do them at the same time #marinette dupain cheng #alya cesaire #miraculous ladybug

[liminal-brainrot]

And you aren't here for me.

#liminal #liminal aesthetic #liminal photography #liminal spaces #liminalcore #liminality #liminal vibes #liminal reality #dreamcore #abandonedcore #i feel empty #empty spaces #liminalspace #liminal places #liminal core #liminal space #abandonment #abandoment issues #abandoned

[masonjarcollector]

Not to be melodramatic but "you've got to get better, you're all that I've got"/"I've got to get better, I'm all that I've got" might be one of the most beautifully raw and heartwrenching lyrics I've ever heard sung before. Like. Shoot, man. I really am all that I've got.

#no joke this is motivating me to get some self care #And some past self forgiveness #no matter what I want or what I wish would have happen I'm all that I've got. And I have to get better. For myself. #Also can I just say Caiden vibes #Like her Bad Day episode/chapter #(and Dmitri vibes but for a spoiler-y reason) #But yeah this is so THC-core you have not even a clue #(I'm rambling about my original stuff by the way pay no mind) #I'm just super emotional about TMM #Imagining a TMM themed tattoo and it'll either be about Inertia or Maybe Man or 2085 #AJR #The Maybe Man #TMM #aaaaaa! #trying to think of other songs that made me this emotional but head is empty only full of 2085

[someoneactuallyliveshere]

#fave #basement #oddcore #roomhole #random rooms #roomcore #rooms #weird aesthetic #weird core #empty room #craigslist #interiors #june 2023

[eternvlsound]

ｅｍｐｔｙ 虚しい

ig: kidd.gorgeous

#v a p o r w a v e #vaporwave #vaporwave aesthetic #vaporwave art #vaporart #a e s t h e t i c #dream core #aesthetics #art #dream aesthetic #digital art #dreamcore #dreamwave #mallsoft aesthetic #mallsoft #empty malls #shopping malls #malls #liminalcore #liminal spaces #liminal

[doctorwhoarchive]

she’s the type to be like ‘we have food at home.’ whenever Tara + the twins beg her to buy them food in public

she’s also gonna be the first person to bitch about how expensive everything is nowadays

#this is so stupid but the idea came to me and it wouldn’t go away until I posted it #sam’s signature phrase is ‘back in my day’ #bonus: tara mindy and chad go home to check the fridge just to see it’s empty #there is in fact not any food at home #sam forgot to go grocery shopping #sam carpenter #tara carpenter #chad meeks martin #mindy meeks martin #core four #scream

[svampira]

venus

#just Venus cause I gave up on the anatomical part #uhhh do not zoom in on this one #vtm #vtmb #vampire the masquerade #artists on tumblr #tremere #who is that angel you may ask. thats just her spirit going to check on the awkward angle her evil girlfriend left her body in #< yes ik vampires dont have souls i just had a lot of empty space #/cressida #art #scarabocchi #digital art #what kind of core is this. it certainly is one #vabbe sarà mid ma hit post

[guujikaroko]

I went to read Ratio's messages again and:

He encourages Stelle to enroll on Veritas Prime, a.k.a his very own alma mater, for REALSIES. Not only that, but:

He's willing to personally recommend her. P e r s o n a l l y.

And that's kinda surprising, in a good way. Like, I know Ratio isn't a condescending prick that thinks himself above others (or, well... There's a lot more to him than the condescension, is what I mean to say), but he looked at Stelle and saw potential in her. Veritas Ratio, the man who'd rather wear a fucking plaster head in front of his students because he's allergic to dumbassery, looked at Stelle, our resident unhinged raccoon, and saw enough potential to personally encourage and oversee her pursuit of knowledge.

Look at this! He's genuinely interested in her worldview and her opinions! He doesn't consider a waste of time to discuss topics with her! He spent the entirety of this message batch simulating a debate with her and sharing knowledge on the subject!

Again, it's not like I thought Ratio was incapable of any of this, but I never imagined that he'd be like that with the Trailblazer either. It's surprising, but in a very pleasant way? Like, "wow, I wasn't expecting this dynamic to be so genuine but it is and I like it". Honestly, I'll never not be impressed by Ratio and his particular ways of showcasing kindness to others/seeking companionship. He's such a compelling character.

Oh, and this is my favorite message batch of his. He feels tired by the monotony of his projects and he decides to relax by... Humoring Stelle? He goes and says "Hey, think of something you want and I'll make up a project" and Stelle, huge dork that she is, goes "Make me a cool weapon!" and "Make the Express move forever!" and he just... Does it? Sends a project of transforming the Express into a mecha?? Says he wants to disassemble the Express to figure it out???

It feels like I'm rambling for nothing but this is truly disarming to me. It's easy to dismiss Stelle as a goofball (and she very much IS a goofball) but Ratio actually takes her seriously and seeks to nurture her progress. Beyond that, he honestly likes to entertain her ideas and thinks that hearing her out is a positive thing.

If I had to describe their relationship, I'd say it's all very cute, in a pure and wholesome way, and I cannot believe I'm using these words to describe Veritas freaking Ratio out of all characters. This gotta be a new kind of brainworm.

#ratio looking into stelle's no-thought-head-empty eyes: hold on she might be able to cook something #after this whole crusade i remembered how ratio sees aventurine as someone of equal standing that deserves life #and how he wants people to stop worshipping geniuses and start pursuing knowledge on their own #it's all such a compelling character trait of his #constantly advocating for people's inner potential even if they themselves don't realize it/believe in it #he's a good teacher at his very core #honkai star rail #hsr stelle #dr ratio #wait is this ratiostelle #oh god it is #ratiostelle #the protagonist ship compels me yet again sorry