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By the way, I no longer support endos or identify as neurogenic. You can still do the ask if you want. I don’t hate endos or anything, I just have them in my dni for comfort (you can still interact) I hope it doesn’t offend you, I just think most endos are confused and actually have trauma, like I was. I’m also semi-ok with spiritual systems, as long as they don’t claim to be disordered.
We don’t appreciate this sort of ask. It actually does offend us! For a few reasons:
1) We are not endogenic. We are a trauma-formed DID system.
2) It’s unkind and offensive to deny someone the right to define their own experience. Just because you were confused about your origins doesn’t mean that is a universal experience among endogenic systems.
On this blog, we have never been silent about our DID diagnosis nor our vehement support for systems of ALL sorts. Including and especially endogenic systems, spiritual systems, mixed origins systems, confused systems, questioning systems, etc etc. They are all valid, welcome, and such integral, crucial parts of the plural community!
You’re welcome to voice your opinions on the validity of other systems elsewhere, but that sort of thing is not welcome or wanted here.
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autism-wolf · 24 days
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A werewolf stimboard with a forest at nighttime theme for anon. Specifically requested to be eerie and unsettling. I'm really proud of this one, hope you enjoy!
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jadewyton · 9 days
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Been stressed & had a bit of a migraine all day. So I did the only thing I know how to do when I’n sick & worked on my book.
Stars learning that her family was not a traditional Heck’nerian family, and was actually part of a cult.
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scribe-of-hael · 11 months
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⚡Vigh Holtage ⚡
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She is now colored! I cut off her shoulders a bit because I do not trust Tumblr.
Here she is , and time for some FunFacts! Tw // mentions of death , amputation and vehicle accident
Vigh used to be a professional racer like her mother. He father whos name is Killo Watts Holtage (sensing a theme?), was just the supportive husband/Dad.
Unforntally her mother passed away but it made Vigh want to push to be better as a racer. While trying qualify for a big race. Vigh's vehicle lost control, flipped. Her leg was extremely injured to the point it had to be amputated.
She suffered some years of depression, withdrawal, traumatic responses while driving for a long while. Her Father was scared for her to even ever drive again and became a bit over protective and a helicopter parent.
Some years went by she decided to go back into her orginal planned career of being a robotics engineer. Working to also study to make prosthetics for other amputees! She also is back to driving a vehicle around this time.
She owns a Shelby Cobra for anyone curious.
Vigh is a very outgoing woman, she's clever, sassy and playful ! She's also very competitive and a bit of a car enthusiast. (An understatement)
She always trys to be strong for herself and others even when she may need to take it easy and take care of herself. She's a very loving and understanding person. Deep down she just wants ppl to be happy.
Also her best friend is a Mechanic, who totally doenst hype her up ~ his name is Manny btws (he is with Breakdown , yes Breakdown is getting someone to love too lol).
But one day she decided just to go watch a race. Just watch. A street race, kinda illegal but! Fun to watch. Her fascination with a Red sports car rolling in. One she'd never seen! And we can all gusse who that is-
That's what I'll share for right now!
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cogsincorporated · 1 year
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It’s Been A Bit, Hiya
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I’m Sorry For Vanishing From the Face Of Every Social Media We Had To Draw Rainbow Friends and Rainbow Friends OCs and A.U.s and What-Not
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monster-factorie · 9 months
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Character exploration art of my OC Laurel 💙
Absolutely MONSTROUSLY LONG art explanation under the cut if you’re interested! 😭🙏
Sorry in advance if this doesn’t make much sense, I haven’t explained any of my OCs lore on here yet! 😭
Laurel has been in the public medical system her whole life and has sustained deeply extensive trauma because of it. This drawing is about the dehumanisation and complete loss of both self and privacy you experience as a result of prolonged medical treatment and exposure to medical environments and doctors. It’s also about the inherent detachment from your body you experience as a person living with chronic illness/pain/mental illness.
As for the objects and symbolism, both hands are Laurels, the one with a locket is hers before a certain incident in her life and the one with an IV needle is hers after that certain incident. Both hands have blood on three fingers, a nod to both Laurels status as a triptych (this is an in universe term that I’ll explain later sorry!😭) and the events that caused Laurels face to become scarred. The locket is a matching friendship locket, the other one belongs to Bonita (another OC of mine, her and Laurel used to be best friends), the blood splattered on it symbolises a deep and unhealing wound in their relationship. The red eyes are Bonitas eyes, one set warmly smiling and the other set wide in fear, both are directed at Laurel. The smile and glasses belong to the head doctor who was in charge of Laurels care, these features are the only thing Laurel can clearly picture when she thinks about her. The watch also belongs to the head doctor and it’s displaying 2:05 as the time, 25 is how old Laurel will be when she chooses to die, a decision heavily influenced by her time spent under the care of the head doctor. The cigarette represents Laurels bad coping habits, a deadly pastime that only serves to hurt her more. The pill bottle and injection needle are just what they are, small but painful reminders of Laurels fragility. The text in the background are notes in Laurels medical files and reoccurring thoughts that Laurel has. The faces in the corners both belong to Laurel too, one younger and one older but both still experiencing the same despair, proof that things won’t ever really change for her. Both bodies also belong to Laurel, the one in a hospital gown is hers during her hospital admission and the nude one is hers currently. They are both headless, simultaneously expressing Laurels deep disconnection with her own body, and also how doctors have no regard for their patients thoughts or feelings, only seeing them through a clinical lense, assessing only their bodies as if they were never attached to a human being in the first place. The current body is nude, symbolising how Laurel has been entirely stripped of her privacy and dignity throughout her medical experiences, her body is no longer her own, simply a vessel for more pain, sickness and shame.
Okay explanation over!! Hope u enjoyed!!!! 😆😆‼️
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lockhartandlych · 1 year
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congratulations. you're born. welcome to the rot. you have no choice in this matter. you're going to live now. you'll do all the rituals. eating. shitting. pissing. fighting.
rotting.
never feeling quite right. like worms in the skin. too big, too small. you'll never stop feeling like this. you won't grow out of it. it wont fade.
not until you rot.
but you're already rotting. we're all rotting. bugs in the skin, cells apoptose, spores seeking to take root. growing. encroaching. holding out against the oncoming swarm of life. of death. of rot. do we not deserve recompense?
you. gods above. you brought me into this world and reward me with nothing. curse me with pain that will never cease, curse me with life and sentence me to death. i eat and piss and shit and fuck. i enjoy none of it. my body and mind rejects the very functions needed to persist. is this your creation? your sacred design?
i hate you.
go rot.
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rendezvous-site · 1 year
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Wolfquest is better (and healthier!) than cocaine
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I love when people read the tags of a story and then proceed to go off about said things they were warned about in the tags. Like the math ain't mathing at this point if it's right there.
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autism-wolf · 25 days
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Flower Urchin stimboard for anon! What a lovely request! 🐚🐚🐚
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fussypaws · 1 year
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Rewatching Supernatural for the first time since I've started unpacking trauma. I've never been so hyperaware of how much wrist/arm cutting there is in this show. Its uncomfortable but also its kinda funny that my partner uses her few seconds of delay (from streaming it to me) to hit me with a "baby don't look" and I stop looking immediately
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cloud-ya · 27 days
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outcast of the village
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soranker · 7 months
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jadewyton · 21 days
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Distro being helpful (not)
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tofixtheshadows · 6 days
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I've been thinking a lot lately about how Kabru deprives himself.
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Kabru as a character is intertwined with the idea that sometimes we have to sacrifice the needs of the few for the good of the many. He ultimately subverts this first by sabotaging the Canaries and then by letting Laios go, but in practice he's already been living a life of self-sacrifice.
Saving people, and learning the secrets of the dungeons to seal them, are what's important. Not his own comforts. Not his own desires. He forces them down until he doesn't know they're there, until one of them has to come spilling out during the confession in chapter 76.
Specifically, I think it's very significant, in a story about food and all that it entails, that Kabru is rarely shown eating. He's the deuteragonist of Dungeon Meshi, the cooking manga, but while meals are the anchoring points of Laios's journey, given loving focus, for Kabru, they're ... not.
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I'm sure he eats during dungeon expeditions, in the routine way that adventurers must when they sit down to camp. But on the surface, you get the idea that Kabru spends most of his time doing his self-assigned dungeon-related tasks: meeting with people, studying them, putting together that evidence board, researching the dungeon, god knows what else. Feeding himself is secondary.
He's introduced during a meal, eating at a restaurant, just to set up the contrast between his party and Laios's. And it's the last normal meal we see him eating until the communal ending feast (if you consider Falin's dragon parts normal).
First, we get this:
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Kabru's response here is such a non-answer, it strongly implies to me that he wasn't thinking about it until Rin brought it up. That he might not even be feeling the hunger signals that he logically knew he should.
They sit down to eat, but Kabru is never drawn reaching for food or eating it like the rest of his party. He only drinks.
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It's possible this means nothing, that we can just assume he's putting food in his mouth off-panel, but again, this entire manga is about food. Cooking it, eating it, appreciating it, taking pleasure in it, grounding yourself in the necessary routine of it and affirming your right to live by consuming it. It's given such a huge focus.
We don't see him eat again until the harpy egg.
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What a significant question for the protagonist to ask his foil in this story about eating! Aren't you hungry? Aren't you, Kabru?
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He was revived only minutes ago after a violent encounter. And then he chokes down food that causes him further harm by triggering him, all because he's so determined to stay in Laios's good graces.
In his flashback, we see Milsiril trying to spoon-feed young Kabru cake that we know he doesn't like. He doesn't want to eat: he wants to be training.
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Then with Mithrun, we see him eating the least-monstery monster food he can get his hands on, for the sake of survival- walking mushroom, barometz, an egg. The barometz is his first chance to make something like an a real meal, and he actually seems excited about it because he wants to replicate a lamb dish his mother used to make him!
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...but he doesn't get to enjoy it like he wanted to.
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Then, when all the Canaries are eating field rations ... Kabru still isn't shown eating. He's only shown giving food to Mithrun.
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And of course the next time he eats is the bavarois, which for his sake is at least plant based ... but he still has to use a coping mechanism to get through it.
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I don't think Kabru does this all on purpose. I think Kui does this all on purpose. Kabru's Post Traumatic Stress Disorder should be understood as informing his character just as much as Laios's autism informs his. It's another way that Kabru and Laios act as foils: where Laios takes pleasure in meals and approaches food with the excitement of discovery, Kabru's experiences with eating are tainted by his trauma. Laios indulges; Kabru denies himself. Laios is shown enjoying food, Kabru is shown struggling with it.
And I can very easily imagine a reason why Kabru might have a subconscious aversion towards eating.
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Meals are the privilege of the living.
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lockhartandlych · 1 year
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so i have some fic ideas. im a slow ass writer so i may never get to them, which is why im just mentioning them here they are as follows:
- space marines launch an offensive on a tomb world. they bring a tech priest along, as most squads do. they get separated in battle, resulting in the tech priest getting captured by the necrons. fortunately for them, and unfortunately for their sanity, their captor is zahndrekh. fluffy shenanigans ensue.
- the whole "warp event that switches necrons and admech" idea sounds amazing, especially for a crack treated seriously fic. im especially interested in how necrons would handle becoming flesh and blood again (or at least partially). some might enjoy it. they might even try to stop the event from being reversed.
- graphic fic of a human being converted into a pariah. but like, make it sexy. have the necron cryptek hovering over them, taking out each organ one by one. showing it to the human as both marvel in equal parts at the beauty and inefficacy of the human body. the human in an anesthetic haze giving a lazy smile that just drives the cryptek wild. rivulets of blood dripping down from the heart in the cryptek's mechanical hands onto the human's bare chest. the human being totally restrained, totally helpless, only able to watch as each limb gets replaced by something colder and more alien. they no longer breathe, their heart no longer beats. and they relish it.
i uhhh... i think i got carried away there.
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