#anonymous alter posting

[coolestclefirl]

Being a system that’s free from isolation is such a weird thing.

Because like what do you mean we apparently spent 4 years of our life dating someone who isolated us, made us drop out of school, made us lose interest in everything that brought us peace, and made us forget how to LITERALLY MAKE FRIENDS?? and now we’re expected to just MOVE ON AND BE NORMAL? HUH.

Life is BONKERS man, lemme tell ya.

[outtheoiseaux]

I think post-canon Dirk would be impossible to locate at any given time.

That story about the 8 euro cafe breakfast is true, by the way. Paris breakfasts are strange and full of carbs

[st4rf4ll-system]

hey chat, did you know that taking away a persecutor's only reason for behaving behind his back is a really bad idea :)

[rottkitt]

i can’t hold on how uncomfortable tacocse makes me anymore i actually hate seeing it on my dashboard

like. ship what you ship. i don’t care. i have good friends who don’t mind or really like tacocse and i don’t care but i fucking. THEY. AREN’T GOOD FOR EACH OTHER. one of them is literally delusional and the other one has probably never been in a real healthy relationship before???? NEITHER OF THEM HAVE ACTUALLY. they would tear each other apart unconsciously. again no hate to tacocse shippers i’m just. so tired of seeing tacocse on my dashboard just because i follow all of the tags for taco…

they would make each other uncomfortable. they wouldn’t actually understand each other’s feelings in a way that’s healthy or would let the relationship progress. and maybe i’m wrong, maybe i’m only saying this because i’m reflecting onto the ship, you’re allowed to come in and correct me and my information on this

but please be aware that you can’t make me like tacocse. you can analyze in reblogs as much as you want but i just can’t bring myself to like it.

and i don’t owe you any explanation on why i dislike it so much.

[killerssideblog]

TW VENT POST

I hate being autistic. Our host asked our mom to get us a cooling blanket for our birthday, and within 5 minutes of receiving it we had to ask if she could get a refund because the texture was horible. The worst part is that it was so nice to have something that was cooling, but it caused me to feel like my skin was crawling when I touched it. Now I feel guilty about having it returned since it was, like I said, less than 5 minutes after we got the package.

We got nothing "good" from autism. We got an inability to form connections with most people. We got texture sensitivitys that have been ignored all our life because our parents refuse to beleive anything is "wrong" with us. We got the ability to mask so well we think we're faking when we let ourselves unmask and just be us. We got the inability to tell when someone is upset with us unless they explicitly say it or are yelling at us. We got nothing but bullshit. Our special interests? Fucking, Undertale and sex. Why couldnt we get the kind of autism where we are extremely good at math or extremely smart with computers or just the kind where we're good at ANYTHING!

Why did we have to be like this. Why. This is ridiculous and its no fucking wonder why we're a fucking disappointment to our family. Why we cant do anything with our fucking life. I hate it here. I hate being in this body. I hate being disabled. I hate being traumatized. I hate everything about our life. Fuck.

-Anonymous alter.

[whatudottu]

will you ever continue Frankenstein au?

The Frankenstein au? Oh wait, do you mean @nukeli ‘s TFP Cybertronian Prometheus?

Hah! Well I certainly can’t continue something that isn’t mine, so unless you’ve already been asking for more from Nuke - remember not to spam of course - it shouldn’t hurt to share your interest in the story.

Erm… and if you don’t mean their au I uh… don’t know what else to say?

[radically-therian]

pov wanting to interact with people out of system but knowing the most interesting people your sys has to talk to would probably just turn you into their newest little passion project of 'let's make this headmate give up their identity in favor of being pallettable' :/

[ieatwormsandtheytasteverygood]

Fuck yuo *introduces self(s) again* (and then updates it again. the silly ppl in my head decided to shift around a lil)

Apparently we go by Áesgirr here. so I'll be doing that too. We use he/him, hey/hem/here/heren/hem self, and 'e/'em/'er/'ers/'emself. We're a transgender genderqueer man, bisexual, and aromantic. Bodily 18, Irish & South African. We're physically disabled, have autism, ADHD, psychosis and a few special extras to make life interesting (read: painful). We plan on converting to Judaism when/if possible, but can't for at least a while yet.

We're pretty inactive just because we forget that tumblr exists. Repeatedly.

Our autism decided to make a special left swing right back to Jirt & the Silmarillion, but we've still quite some fondness for mediæval history, and naturally for philology & other linguistics.

Fluent in (Modern) English, Middle English, and Afrikaans (albeit getting out of practise). Vaguely conversational at German, Swedish and Zulu. Quite terrible at Irish, Welsh, Setswana and Middle Scots. And we can understand quite a bit of Modern Scots, (written) French, Dutch, Old English, Ecclesiastical Latin, and various related languages.

We're eternally trapped in the hellscape that is the Silmarillion fandom, but also Doctor Who & its associates, Star Trek, Our Flag Means Death, Shakespeare (we love the political plays), Good Omens, and probably some others. It's a thing.

We have so many pets and we love them to bits. <333

We also like art and writing, but unfortunately our art blog is completely separate to this (irl people know about our art blog), so no art here alas. We might post some of our calligraphy however! We're getting back into writing (we might make a side-blog for our fanfics when we manage to publish them? or we might simply have it be implicitly known that we wrote those fics here; some irl people know our AO3). As a result, we've greatly increased our knowledge of Quenya and Middle English, especially in regards to threats, insults and declension/conjugation. We love love love music, and we sing tenor, and play the violin and cello. Please send obscure folk music to us!!

The main lads (gender neutral) that're currently active are:

Ruthuifin/Rúthuifim - he/him, e/em. Aro neu, cassgender. Ñoldo (elf). Far too old and far too good at making terrible jokes. You don't want to know what e has to say about Eldarin marital law. It's terrifying. And he's probably actually tax-fraud-romantic for all he goes on about it /j

Orchalon - no pronouns (auxiliary he/him). Anattractional, cassgender/agender (masculine or neutral terms preferred). Cursed to be Ruthuifin's brother, and Malto's cousin. Vaguely elvish, vaguely draconic.

Malto/Cólðir/Cóleblein/Maltalain - he/him. Probably aspec? Also an elf. He's the reason why we spent R4000 on all 12 volumes of HoME. Don't ask about the vat of wine incident.

Roquén(/Rochir/Rochen/Rocen) - hen/han/tîn/tîn/anhen (auxiliary it/its). non-binary. quoisexual, aromantic (cupioromantic), toric/NBLM, oriented aroace. yet another elf. burdened by tîn relation to ruthuifin and malto (much more tolerant of orchalon, for Obvious Reasons). music enjoyer, persecutor, and the Only Sane One Left.

Minyafaramo - he/him. male, aroace. elf (are we even surprised at this point). related to the other elves (what a shocker). is plotting alongside malto, tatyo and nelyo (not that nelyo) to find a way for us to do horseback archery. he still hasnt forgiven nelyo for straining a muscle doing HEMA a few weeks ago. loves animals and music as well as hitting people and objects with swords and/or bows.

Tatyafaramo - he/him. male, anattractional. you can guess the species. yes, he chose to go by this name. loves archery, but also animals, music, and literature. i suspect he enjoys hitting people with swords, too.

Nelyafaramo - he/him. male, aroace. he likes wood-carving, HEMA (archery & mediæval swordplay. dont ask him to do fencing. he will hit you over the head with the hilt of his foil.), and wroth. he's the one who gets to have anger over our daddy issues instead of Melancholic Thoughts.

Caliwë - they/them. we tried to name them Caliweg, but apparently "i am not shiny-ful". orangegender, yellowgender, bluegender, purplegender, gemder. aromantic (etc.), but ma-æsthetic. aids and abets malto and ruthuifin. for all they're an elf, they act remarkably like a golden retriever /aff. big sociology & anthropology nerd.

Ahto - he/him, any neos. cassgender; straight, grey-asexual, grey-asexual. visual art enjoyer, linguistics nerd, general nerd, daddy issues; standard ñoldo shit. send xem textbooks for literally any of the sciences, or else discuss conjugation and declension with him. is the Problematic™ one. would aid and abet the unholy alliance of rúthuifim-caliwë-aldarembinë, but for tyr fear of aldarembinë. this elf seeks further knowledge on plumbing and cannot stop rambling for the life of ven.

Loup - it/its. unhuman. no opinion on gender or sexuality. friends(?) with nelyafaramo et al.

cat - it/its. name must be pronounced as /ˈʔːːːːːːː/ (NB: really focus on the not breathing!!). my gender is whatever pisses u off the most, and my sexuality is painful to look at. unfortunate "babysitter" of malto. i have also aided and abetted malto. i do not apologise.

Pádraig - he/him. The One True Pope. Pan-oriented aroace, cassgender (or something like that). Formerly human, now a horror beyond your comprehension. His hobbies are insomnia and hating the British.

Obligatory DNI list: pædos, animal abusers, people who post using entirely inaccessible fonts (think faux cyrillic kind of thing). If you're going to be a dick about our identity please just move on. We can & will block liberally, especially when it comes to sexybots. If you're not in fact a sexybot and we end up blocking you, send us an anonymous ask with your username & we shall unblock.

Have a great Tuesday, and may you never experience the horrors of Malto Rúthuifim spouting cursed Silmarillion facts.

[justworthlessreblogs]

i would pay sooo much money to watch kkpcalm solely written by you

anon this is one of the highest compliments i've ever received thank you

[funlovingfuzzball]

If you ever looked at my following list, this might not shock you, but if you didn’t, it’s time to introduce us. Yes, us.

I’m Raie, she/her. I’m the system’s primary protector and a Temeraire introject. Anyone familiar with the series would know why I couldn’t find this less shocking now that I figured out my source. Yes, I do have phantom wings, tail, horns, and tendrils. I also definitely attempt to call the divine wind when furious and then remember I’m very not able to do that here. Personal policy: all sourcemates are AU versions, you are not *my* Iskierka and especially not *my* Lawrence. My Lawrence is long gone and my Iskierka is source-exclusive. 200+, female, and you pronounce it “Ray”. I bite, but only if you make me.

We also have two others who are defined enough to be named and explained here. The rest are still fuzzy and haven’t claimed names. We all accept she/her, and are figuring out individual pronouns still.

Lily - she’s the sole known little and fluctuates between 6-12 years old. Very much a trauma holder, look up “catkid” if you want clarity. Rarely fronts. If she wants to clarify more, she will later. Pronouns unstated.

Arya Nightjar - this one’s my fault. Many apologies to Arya, who was directly my creation. She was a D&D oc who I was using as a masking persona in theory, and when I discovered we were a system she finally made herself known. I had actively formed an alter based on the oc and had been dragging her into front when I didn’t know what to do. First thought: “whoops”. Second thought: “oh good god I’m sorry that sounds like hell”. Owlin druid, misses flying. Weird sense of humor. She’ll also clarify more later if she sees fit. Individual pronouns unstated.

If you want to classify us as an evil multi-origin system or some shit based on Arya, I probably don’t want you following me. She was technically made on purpose, but I had no clue what I was doing, so please just treat her as an oc-introject. Also, please don’t force us into syscourse. I am pro-belief (all else being equal, if someone says they’re a system they’re probably not lying) and we don’t have a public stance on endos. Lastly, be nice, and I’m not letting Lily publicly show up on the blog until you’ve proven you can be normal to me, an introject, and Arya, an intentional creation. If you can’t deal with us, you don’t get access to the little. You got it? Good.

Hope this doesn’t freak anyone out.

-Raie

[nyandela-catalogue]

What do all your voices sound like compared to the Mandela Catalogue ones? (Counterparts.)

gonna do more recordings of everyone's voices at some point, but for now here is what we have :) i have a headache now but it was worth it to get this done! we included False in this for all the False fans out there jfaksdds please note: we only have one set of vocal cords. we used voicemod, but it can only do so much lol. also sorry about the slight buzzing. we need to get a new cord for our good mic, so we've been using our headphones mic lol

transcript under the cut

False (a soft voice): "My name is False. It is a pleasure to meet you." Brutus (a modulated, deepened voice that sounds like it comes from the speaker of an old telephone): "I am Brutus. I am sure we'll have so much fun together." Adamned (a gruff, gravely voice): "I am Adamned. I promise I'm trying. I'm.. I'm doing my best here." the Actor (a modulated mid-pitch voice with a little reverb): "I... am the Actor. Please... don't... look at me..." False Friend (a slightly-rough voice, using a teasing tone): "It's ya boy~ False Friend~ [chuckles]"

[faunabel]

Hi! I hope you’re having a good day! Are you at all okay with anon questions regarding being a system and your experience in it? This is coming from another system btw so not a singlet trying to be nosy or anything 😅

good morning, anon <3

i don't mind being asked questions at all! it's very hard to make me uncomfortable lol. i love to yap and i could always just ignore it or say no if i don't wanna answer. so pls feel free to ask me things <33 DID is something i'm somewhat hyperfixated on, too, so i'm always happy to answer questions about it.

[incognitopolls]

We ask your questions so you don’t have to! Submit your questions to have them posted anonymously as polls.

[somnoir]

Gotham's newest Crime Lord - part 2

Part 1 | Masterpost

Wraith wrecked havoc like no other.

He was loved and hated by the masses. Defended by Gotham regardless of what they felt of him. A figure in the underworld that hunted down those who moved to harm one of their kin and executed anyone who laid their hands in the weak—children.

The first explosion had been explained by the scattering papers and the anonymous posts of an organization who went after children with malicious intent. Blatant evidence that had people rallying to the GCPD to demand for justice. It was glorious and horrific—especially once they found out that it was Wraith who tossed the Joker into the harbor.

The Bats, by all means, attempt to find him. Figure him out, at least. But the man was a mystery. It was worse considering the majority of Gotham were eagerly telling the Bats to fuck off whenever they tried to hunt down Wraith. The only thing they ever got out of him was that his second in command—Phantom—was the nicer one between them. If you wanted civil negotiations, try and look for Phantom instead.

As much as they wanted to go directly to Wraith, this was their best shot. Their only shot.

"Had any luck finding Phantom?" Dick's hand rested on Tim's shoulder, trying to support his clearly tired brother. Tim was a little to determined, kinda desperate to find this guy.

"Nothing. Their names are trigger words." Tim clicked his tongue, "It's fucking up the system. Remember Ghostmaker's ghostnet? Any attempts makes you want to shut off your systems because of how encrypted they could get."

"Searching up their names gave the Batcomputer a virus?!" Steph gawked, leaning over Tim and staring at the computer. They could all tell he was wary, trying not to type in certain words to keep the damn tech sage from that mania.

"Wraith and Phantom are either metas with technology altering powers..." Barbara hums, "Or they have someone else doing this. Imagine them having their own version of the calculator... But worse and more annoying."

"So our new crime lord has a hacker... That has given the Batcomputer a virus." Dick slowly said, "And is still operating without us finding out."

"Hood and Robin are out trying to find Phantom." Barbara points to the two dots hurriedly moving through crime alley. "Hopefully they find him."

"Any news on Wraith?"

"His latest stint involved tearing down one of Black Mask's operations. Several bodies were found in the harbor."

"Why the harbor?"

"It's his MO, I think. It's always the harbor where he dumps the bodies."

Tim frowns, "Like it's his trash can.... For bodies."

"Hasn't the harbor always been the body trash can of Gotham?" Steph sighs, before turning away to stare at Cass who was training in the simulators again.

Dick glared at her for the comment but once again looked back to the screen.

"Hopefully they find Phantom soon... before Wraith drops more bodies."

Phantom was the nicer of the two—claimes by many people who told them Wraith was a little on the quieter side. No one truly knew but he was quieter than a lot of them.

Crime Alley was Red Hood's territory, everyone knew that. But apparently, Wraith has been operating in the same area from time to time. Mainly to return kids to the alley (freshly claimed by that flaiming white symbol). But Wraith did so quietly. They checked in from time to time to see if the kids were alright.

To be specific...

Phantom came to visit to see if the children they had returned and claimed were safe. Often coming with resources that he mainly reserved for the kids.

"Found him." Jason muttered, voice distorted through the modulator as he narrowed his eyes at the young man dressed in monochrome colors. His binoculars zeroed on the young man with white (seriously??) boots and gloves. The rest of his outfit was black, with a jacket still in monochrome colors. Jason frowned at the hood that covered his head.

"Let's go, Hood. Nightwing and father wants—"

"Stay out of it, Robin." Hood instantly growled. Jason has never felt so territorial before but this guy was in his territory—doing good, keeping the kids safe, marking them so no one tried going after them. "Phantom is Wraith's lieutenant. We don't need to make an enemy of the nicer one and piss of the one who ordered the explosion."

"I can handle him!"

"You'll piss him off!"

Robin scowled, crossing his arms over his chest. "And you won't? Phantom clearly is fond of children and I am a child—"

"With katanas. You're a murderous child. Wraith and Phantom claim children who are in danger. Not the danger." Jason scoffed, while Damian opted to look utterly smug at the statement.

"Stay here." Jason drops down from the building.

He, unfortunately, didn't account for Phantom pulling out a sword from nowhere and immediately pointing it at Jason. The kids behind the man were quick hide behind him, cowering in fear until the recognition sets in their eyes.

"Wait! That's the Red Hood!" A girl yells, standing between them. Stupid but very brave. "He's one of the good ones!"

Phantom, who wore a mask that covered half his face yet showed his eyes, immediately lowered his sword once the girl was between them.

Jason froze, unable to tear his gaze away from Lazarus eyes—no... That shade of green was much purer than the pits... Phantom narrowed his eyes at Jason, before turning back to the girl. "You go and take care of your little sister, yeah? If your mom forgets to feed you again, tell her I'll give her a visit."

The girl nods, but she whirled around and gave Jason the nastiest glare an 8-year-old could give. "You hurt mr. Phantom and I'll tell Wraith!" She pointed an accusing finger at him, frowning before she gives Phantom a quick hug and makes a run for it with the other kids.

Soon enough, they're left alone... Staring at one another.

"I was wondering when one of you Bats would finally find me." Phantom hums, sliding his hand over the hilt of his sword.

Jason warily watched it disappear from sight. Okay. Possible meta, definitely has powers. "You're a hard man to find, Phantom."

"Not for you, I guess. I come and go into your haunt to check in on the kids every week." Phantom laughs, tilting his head.

Jason could see snow white hair from under the hood, making him shudder as the deathly green eyes are brought back to his attention.

"Every week, huh?" Jason clicked his tongue. "I'll cut to the chase. Your boss's stint—" he swore that Phantom twitched "—pissed of the big Bat. He ain't happy tnag Wraith is bombing up buildings and killing people."

Phantom visibly rolled his eyes, "Too bad then. Wraith's pretty direct when it comes to this shit. Trafficking and pimping kids make him murderous but the fact that those bastards were killing them and selling their organs? He's damn genocidal at this point. Can't say I disagree with that."

Jason... Well... Jason can't argue with that. If he found out that some bastards were doing that to kids, he'd go ballistic too. But Bruce didn't agree with these methods and was rather reproachful about it. But Wraith wasn't going to back down. This wasn't a normal rogue that had felt fear of the Batman and his brood before. To be honest, Jason thinks he's pretty ballsy.

"I don't disagree with that shit either. But Batman ain't going to let him off the hook after that stunt." Jason warned, grunting as he spoke through the modulator. The pits were flaring up again. But not malicious, not murderous. It was curious as it warmed his chest and practically urged him to get closer to Phantom.

"Yes, well... Piece of advice—Wraith is willing to blow up an entire district if it meant keeping others safe. And besides, your rogues know not to mess with him. Not after the Joker." He didn't actually see Phantom's face but he's pretty sure that the bastard was grinning.

"So he really did it."

"If it makes you feel any better, the Joker might as well be cursing him from the afterlife. It was an accident." Phantom shrugged.

An accident, Jason breathed out. Holy fuck, that would have been humiliating for the Joker. His death. An accident. Unintentional and he still died, his body dumped into the harbor.

"Anyways, tell Batsy not to mess with the kids. I know he doesn't, but he let the Joker live, so..." Phantom gave him a thumbs up, "Make sure to not cross pass with Wraith or else you'll end up in the harbor."

Jason gawked, watching as Phantom slipped into the shadows and promptly disappeared. Meta. Definitely a meta.

"Hood, report." Batman's voice rang through the comms.

"Red Hood," he grunts, "Wraith sure as hell doesn't like you, old man. And Phantom might be the nice one but he might as well be as stabby as Robin."

"I agree with Hood. He has wonderful posture, father!" Robin spoke, sounding impressed and smug.

The little shit.

"Technus, stop bullying Oracle." Dan groaned once he caught the ghost tampering with the net... Again.

The crime lord turned towards Danny, who melted out of the shadows again. Technus was blabbering about pesky bats and birds before Dante clocked his younger brother's apprehension. He looked....annoyed and concerned.

"I talked to Red Hood."

"YOU WHAT?!"

"Fun fact! He's a revenant!"

"THE FUCK YOU MEAN THE OTHER CRIME LORD IS A REVENAN?!"

"A very sexy looking one."

He was going to punch Danny. He was going to fucking punch Danny.

(Danny was not punched.)

"He said that Batman's pissy about you blowing up shit." Danny shrugged, shaking his head before floating over to the energy drinks and coffees by Dan's desk. "Good news though! I told him he'd end up in the harbor if he ever tried anything with us."

Dan gawked, "What the fuck is wrong with you?! You want to make the bats our enemies?"

"No! I'm commiting to our crime family bit!"

"We're not a crime family!"

"Tell that to Ellie. She's already got herself a new suit and everything."

Dan threw his hands up in the air, groaning at the insanity that was his younger siblings. Dear ancients, he was praying that Jazz wouldn't find out about the shit they've done in Gotham. She'd give them the worst tongue lashing the world has ever experienced if she did. Thank God she was in Yale right now.

"Ooh! A crime family, you say?" Technus grinned, floating closer to Danny who lounged in Dan's chair. (Get the fuck away from my crime lord throne, Danny! The leather is expensive!)

"That is perfect! The others have decided to migrate here, did you know? It's been quite... Boring back in Amity." Technus snickered.

Fuck. No.

"I bet my trust from Vlad that Johnny, Kitty, and Ember are already on their way." Danny cackled, "That'd be nice. Elle's been itching to steal Johnny's bike again."

"Splendid! We shall wreck havoc upon Gotham and exact justice that the Bats cannot give the people!" And like a supervillain, Danny cackled as he stood on Dan's desk, laughing maniacally.

(Just outside, the Wraith's goons peaked into the room and saw the insanity that was the nice lieutenant's villainy.)

Meanwhile, in the distance, the laughter of Johnny 13 and Kitty rang through the streets of Gotham.

Part 3 | Masterpost

[thefrathousesystem]

Don't ya just love it when you fall asleep and wake up super disoriented with no idea who's in front? Like everything is foggy and I just don't have the capacity to try and guess

[thefrathousesystem]

Wait what now-

Not like I'm against the idea but Whoa. Buy me dinner at least.

Treat yourself to what now??