#Support system

[audhd-space]

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Screenshot of tweet from user @/hi_its_annaleah here :

less telling marginalized ppl to "Find your community"

more telling society in general to "Cultivate safe spaces"

less telling struggling ppl to "Reach out for help/support"

more telling society in general to "Provide meaningful, affordable, informed, accessible help/support"

[thepeacefulgarden]

[youdontlookautistic]

Would it make sense to try and create a system of support for neurodivergent people which is essentially a pay it forward system? I mean, I know there's a lot of plot holes here but when I think about the current structure of support for people with autism (specifically in the western world), we know we have to bind to our community because they don't understand. And that's just how humans are. If we don't understand, we judge and assume.

But if autistics created some sort of pay it forward system where all those who are happy to be out and about can use their special skills to help, while those who can't leave the house can offer their special skills to someone else.

We're a special skill hot house. We can't just let it sit there. We gotta tap into this shit.

[aventurineswife]

Can we have the Wuwa men of your choice in a platonic familial relationship with a Collei-like reader who's power tends to go out of control and hugs end up being the main way they calm them down even if they end up getting hurt

A Heart Beneath the Storm

Tags: Jiyan x Reader, Yuanwu x Reader, Collei like Reader, Platonic Relationship, Familial Bond, Comfort, Mentor-mentee Dynamic, Emotional Support, Healing, Character Development, Protective, Trauma, Trust Building, Support System, Gentle Touch, Mutual Care.

Warnings: Mentions of trauma, Fear of touch, Emotional instability, Power struggles, Past abuse, Emotional breakdowns.

You had never known a home full of warmth—at least not until Jiyan came into your life.

The wind seemed to carry whispers of ancient winds whenever you stepped into the stronghold of the Midnight Rangers. It was a place of strict discipline and unwavering resolve, but there, amid the fortifications and stoic faces of soldiers, you found peace. Jiyan's leadership was beyond measure, and his calm was a fortress for everyone, especially you.

Having been an outcast for most of your life, your control over your powers had always been a volatile thing. Your resonance abilities were like the unpredictable storm—one second calm, the next surging with energy you couldn't manage. You’d learned to brace yourself and keep others at a distance. Touch was the most dangerous trigger, yet the one thing that soothed your soul was a simple embrace.

It was an afternoon, like any other, that Jiyan had found you in one of your more unstable states, the storm of power surging just beneath the surface. You knew it wasn’t safe for anyone to come near you; the air crackled with tension, and everything around you seemed to hum and vibrate in response to your emotions.

“Stay back, Jiyan,” you gasped, hands trembling as you tried to hold yourself steady. “I can’t control it!”

But Jiyan, in his calm and unyielding manner, was already stepping closer. His gaze was unwavering, his resolve even more so.

“You are not alone,” he said softly. “I am here.”

His hands reached out, and even as you recoiled instinctively, the intensity of your storm only grew. The emotions, the chaos—they threatened to overwhelm you, like a wave crashing on a shore.

But Jiyan didn’t stop. He gathered you in his arms, strong and warm, offering you the one thing you had been afraid of—touch. His embrace was steady, his presence grounding. Slowly, the energy within you settled. The electric crackle that had surged so wildly faded, and you could feel your breath steadying, the storm inside you dissipating.

“Shh… I’m here,” Jiyan whispered, his voice a steady, comforting rhythm. “You are safe now.”

The hug was not a simple act—it was a promise. A promise that even though the world might be full of unpredictability, you would always have a place in his arms, where you could find peace.

You, who had been cast aside, who feared the touch of others, found solace in Jiyan's quiet strength. In his embrace, you knew you had found a home, a family, in a place where your powers were not a burden but part of the bond you shared with him and the Rangers.

Training under Yuanwu was like stepping into the calm eye of a storm. Though his martial art was steeped in the fierce power of thunder and lightning, his demeanor was always composed, soft-spoken, and patient. You had come to his gym seeking guidance for your powers, powers that, like yours, often raged out of control when left unchecked.

Yuanwu had seen many people with volatile abilities before, but you were different. Your powers had a certain wild energy to them, like a fire too close to an explosive device. You feared losing control, as you had in the past, and pushing others away was your only defense. Yet Yuanwu never let you withdraw entirely. He would watch you with those wise eyes of his, always gentle, never hurried, allowing you to unravel your frustration with nothing but patience.

One day, after a particularly challenging training session, you were on the verge of collapse. Your power had flared out of control, and though you had tried to subdue it, it only seemed to spiral more. Yuanwu noticed this immediately.

Without a word, he approached you calmly, his arms extending as though they were a shield.

“You don’t have to fight this alone,” Yuanwu said, his voice carrying the same soothing cadence as a thunderstorm’s distant rumble.

Instinctively, you flinched, fearing that his touch might be too much for you, but Yuanwu did not pull back. His embrace was strong yet gentle, the weight of it not smothering, but supportive. The warmth of his body against yours helped steady your heartbeat. With every passing second, the tremors that had wracked your form started to ebb.

“You’re not broken,” Yuanwu whispered, his hands rubbing your back comfortingly. “You just need time, patience. And the right people to be by your side.”

Your powers, like a wild storm, slowly receded. You felt calmness spread through you—not because of any magic or external force, but because of Yuanwu’s unwavering belief in you.

He didn’t need words of grandiose reassurance. His actions spoke volumes. The silent, supportive hug became your lifeline—a reminder that even in your moments of fear and doubt, you were never alone.

Yuanwu remained a constant, not as a teacher who demanded perfection, but as a mentor who offered the space to grow, not just in strength, but in trust. Through his example, you learned the most important lesson of all: sometimes, the greatest strength lies not in unleashing a storm, but in learning when to let go, to accept the quiet moments in life, and to allow yourself to be cared for.

[in-tenebris-et-in-solitudine]

You save other people from being sad. Who saves you?

[oneweewitch]

Do you have someone who cares?

Are you raw dogging life all on your own?

Who stands next to you when you’re feeling out of sorts?

DMs are open. I can response, or you can simply ✨scream into the void✨. I will hold space for your secrets, fearful thoughts, and deepest inner monologues.

[cashewpilk]

Y'know when your community of queer and anticapitalist folks is so small, sometimes putting up with people who are beyond incompatible with your life happens, it's kinda crazy the difference letting go and expanding your potential for better interactions can make. I defs reccomend

I can't be the only neurodivergent person who has let my fear of never making new friends keep me in weird situations, I see it all the time.

The new energy I have for people in my life who don't actively make things harder for me is so important.

[help-an-alter]

INTRO

Hello! Welcome to our blog.

blog is for fragments, by fragments.

THIS BLOG SUPPORTS PALESTINE!

THE MODS!

Creator (alters listed);

anything with a ".here" at the end of the name is the creator (the one who came up with this!!)

S (Any pronouns)

55 (Any xenos or he/it.)

RAINBOW (Any, preferably feminine but they dont mind)

Rs (He/him)

A (masculine pronouns of any sort.)

J (he/they)

Red (Any masculine pronouns)

Some have chosen to hide their real name, and instead use a code name. --------

Other mods here!!! (create a template of your own if you want)

mod cupid / mod 💘

Bitter (they/them)

Adorerine (she/he/they/it/love++)

Cherie (she/it/mew)

Mimi (she/needle)

(that's all the alters we know are gonna help sometimes)

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jinx / helena / mortuary [they/them]

sayona [she/they]

ven [he/him]

ari [it/she/glitch/pop+]

ithaca [fog/they] -----

Oz (they/them)

Lei (they/any)

Cog (he/him)

G (he/they)

Sol (he/they)

Boo (she/her)

On this blog we will collectively go by Shiver (they/them), some of the alters helping out have stayed anon with fake names! -------

Sprout (He/Him)

Mousey (She/They/Adore)

Other alters might pop in but it’s mainly these two!

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Hi, I'm Mod Celestia (System)! We use any pronouns (including neos and xenos) :3

I can't guarantee alters will do sign offs but they might, and if so they'll probably do their name then .cel

Some alters who will likely help this blog are

Anne Marie (she/ghost/blood/fire/wing/death)

Niki (she/they/it)

Row (they/it/he/xe/paw/fern/allium/hydrangea/hyacinth)

Draculaura (she/they/fang/bat/blood)

Collei (she/vi/bloom/pain)

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rapture/ajaw (he/rapture/it)

all alters from our system will have a .crow on the end of their name, but expect to see me more than anyone.

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Mod FireFly/Mod Lupin (it/fae/xe/they)

Zero/Oliver/Maveryck (he/it/creach)

Ronin/Butcher (he/it)

RagDoll/BabyDoll (he/she)

We most likely won't be specifying which alter is posting the requests!

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mod 💫 (hy/dae/they) we will mainly be posting as one on here, so no need to worry abt alter names or anything :)

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mod niki (they/them)

probably wont have alters do individual sign offs, but if they do, it will be “__ of niki” !

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↓ more under the cut! ↓

wowweeeee is that an anon list!?!!?

DNI:

supporters of Endos or any non disordered 'systems'

any non disordered 'systems'

people who see this as build an alter. its different. read the FAQ

Pedos, zoophiles, anti furries, anti regression, anti system in general.

Syscourse

Racists, Zionists, pro-israel

Pro r/systemscringe

Sophieinwonderland (she cant follow dnis so thats why shes here)

FAQ

"What is "Help an Alter?"

You know that really ableist "build an alter"? yea? its like THAT, but for fragmented alters with no sense of identity. We do not build alters, we help them find themself.

"I have a question!!"

Questions can be directed to our inbox.

"syscourse blah blah"

Syscourse is NOT welcome on this blog.

"Im an endo and..."

Endos are also not welcome.

"Whats your main blog?"

We aren't comfortable with sharing.

"Are you hiring?"

Not at the moment, we have enough mods :)

-- END OF QUESTIONS --

Thanks for the questions !

Special thank yous: @syscultureis and their followers for helping us find the name, @anti-endo-safe-space for being so comforting with your messages, @anti-endo-polyfragculture for being so epic and inspiring us, all of our main blog mutuals for supporting us (you know who you are!!), @systemterms for being so helpful, @syspport for the awesome userbox (shown at the end!!) and everyone else!

[b0bthebuilder35]

[my-unsent-thoughts]

You’re already doing so well. Let it hurt, let it heal, and let it go at your own pace. I’ll be here, holding your hand through it all.

[serenityquest]

[thepeacefulgarden]

[piratestent]

SYSTEM SURVEY WILL BE CLOSED AT FRIDAY SEPTEMBER 13 AT 14:00PM MST!

Before you begin to interrogate us READ THE USERBOX! [Image id: NO SYSCOURSE, this anti endo system allows (pro) endos to interact!]

-- PEACEFUL INTERACTION ONLY --

[menopause-diary]

Blog about the deeper reason behind my 'embrace the chaos' philosophy. You see, my mom passed away at 55, and my dad was only 56 when he left us, too. Way too young. It's a stark reminder that life doesn't come with guarantees.

[esoteric-aesthetic-lyrics]

Vienna - Billy Joel