#im gonna err on the side of caution and not

[digitallynumb-syscourse]

Been wanting to talk about our experiences with different types of creating parts so ramble below.

CW for talks of depression, suicidal thoughts, self-harm (specifically the 3rd paragraph below the cut)

So first we'll talk about one of if not the oldest created traumagenic part, Flaire. She's actually one of our main hosts and she was made intentionally. Look at that.

So this was back when the system was slowly coming out into discovery. For the frontlocked host to deal with things easier as the system began to present itself, Flaire was created to ease the transition. Now, it was very much made from the trauma of first realizing something more was wrong that we used to mold Flaire into existence. We consider her created because we played a big part in how she formed, guiding certain aspects of how she would come in (a fictive of a very big comfort character to the host at the time).

Second one was actually a part Flaire made during a very bad suicidal episode she was in. She used the distress as a way to force someone new to take her place before she went dormant to work through the issue before she hurt the body more. That is Lux. Now this is one created part that we sometimes regret as he really feels unimportant due to his job being to take over when a host went dormant. Now we have multiple hosts and he doesn't have much of a reason to front. So yeah, he's a rough topic sometimes, but we're trying to find something that he can do that he likes.

And then thirdly, we'll talk about a part we consider a willogenic creation instead of a traumagenic creation: Sara. Sara was a little unintentional. We joked about creating a part without the trauma aspect and slowly she started taking shape and before we really knew it she was taking control of the front and coming into existence. We don't regret what happened, but it definitely hadn't exactly been our intention, but now we have intentionally made a few more in that manner for handling lighter aspects without being held down by trauma like the rest of us.

And for the hell of it since I'm writing this I'm gonna talk about me too. Sup, name's Adam. I'm considered a stressgenic part but I do see my forming as being us using the stress and manipulating the brain into splitting a certain alter - me! Well, mostly the role. I'm a caretaker to help with stress. I'm also a fictive but that's just because it is way easier to mold a split using a source already in existence than trying to make it from scratch especially when we're trying to be quick about it (the only downside to most splits happening fast).

[isaacathom]

gender affirmation - my lacrosse team manager told me i should get a groin protector even though the rules only require them for 'male' goalies

[the-algebra-thing]

hee hee hee im so obsessed with them. the original love triangle turned polycule.. tesla and I were talking about designs for winter and we got a little stuck because we didn't want to do anything too simple; it was more important that we nail the vibe and I'm soooooo happy with what we ended up with LOLLLL we ALWAYS have to have a redhead first of all. so we had talked about that and zapped deathbringer with the red hair beam but we had moved on and were puzzling over winter and I was like so listen . this may be insane but. and that is how he was born

[dovveri]

save your love

synopsis: y/n is susie in allie x & mitski's susie save your love song - if u dont know it go listen :P (but also u dont have to lol synopsis is y/n calls bsf sana drunk and sad and angry abt her bf and you don't know that sana is in love with you)

warnings: cursing, sexual harassment, alcohol, slight cheating, gonn repeat sexual harassment bcs its there and its potentially triggering so err on the side of caution and dont read if ur worried - take care🙏

w/c: 3.7k

a/n: still not over the fact that sana used susie save your love in that one ig post like wdym ur a mitski - qpoc ICON - listener and u post a song abt how u wish ur bsf would leave her dumb bf and be w u instead - a quintessential wlw experience like HELLO???? i also think i projected a liiiiiiil bit accidentally maybe im so sorry but writing this shit works better than therapy ngl

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"y/n where the fuck are you."

you're cursing as you almost drop your drink, phone between your ear and shoulder.

"i dunnoooo one of marshall's friends' places i think. he was supposed to be my ride home but i can't find himmmmmm."

sana's already got her keys in her hand, heading out towards her car, cursing under her breath, "can you share your location with me sweetie? or is there anyone else there that you know?"

you look around at the various stragglers in the living room either smoking, high out of their minds, or completely passed out. loud music, bass thumping hurting your head as you feel the vibrations shoot up your body. "mmmmm noooo but-"

"hey! marshall's girl right?" a deep voice comes over the phone and sana squints to try and make out what's going on, unlocking her car and turning her engine on.

"y/n? hey y/n you still there?"

"mm yeah sana sorry one sec- you guys know where marshall is?"

"think i saw him headed home with someone in the passenger seat, thought that was you cutie."

"someone else? huh?"

"you doing okay? you look a little pale let's get you upstairs in the bathroom yeah?"

"w-wait no-" sana can make out multiple voices talking to you and a little scuffle as you drop your phone, voices fading.

"fuck!" she's about to call your boyfriend marshall and demand for your address when she sees you were able to start sharing your location with her. she sets it into her navigation app and starts speeding to the destination.

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"umm guys where are we going? i don't think marshall's up here..."

"oh don't worry babygirl. marshall's our best friend he's okay with whatever we wanna do."

"mm okay but like- what are we doing? if we're singing you guys have to know i suck at karaoke so don't laugh."

the three guys holding you up laugh, "nah nah baby we're just gonna get you cleaned up a little before marshall comes to pick you up okay?"

"oh okay~ mmm wait where's my phone? i was just talking to my best friend-" you start to fumble for your pockets while the guys lead you into a dim room.

they shut the door and close in on you, you’re still cluelessly looking for your phone when one guy starts kissing you, shoving his tongue into your mouth.

"w-wait! what are you doing?!"

he's pushing you onto a bed and climbing on top of you kissing your neck while the others slip your top off and unbutton your jeans. "shhh we're just cleaning you up like we said. want you to be nice and ready for marshall right?"

"no what-"

the door slams open and sana's there, breathing heavily from clambering over the steps.

"get the fuck away from her."

the guys exchange annoyed looks when the one who was at your jeans stands up and walks towards sana, "you the best friend? you're welcome to join us if you'd like." he's pulling on her hand and dragging her towards you.

she doesn't give him another second, yanking him back and bringing a knee up into his crotch, letting him fall to the side groaning as she rushes towards you.

you realise belatedly she's got her phone out and the flashlight on as you squint, trying to make out her face.

"get the fuck off her right fucking now. i've got all you shits on camera and the cops on speed dial."

the two guys glance at each other, looking like they want to pull a fight but then they're cursing and moving away, picking up their friend off the floor and stumbling out the door.

her flashlight turns off, and you feel her tugging your clothes back into place before lifting you bridal-style and carrying you out, down the stairs, and into the passenger seat of her car.

you watch hazily as she paces around outside for a few minutes on the phone with someone, stopping to snap a picture of the house and then hanging up and getting into the car, slamming the door close.

you flinch at the sound, shrinking into your seat, pulling the jacket she's draped over you closer.

she starts the engine and pulls out wordlessly.

you don't dare speak yet, letting the soft hum of the engine and the late night radio music fill the silence as you listen to her heavy breaths slow down.

finally she sighs and glances over at you, "what would you have done if i didn't show up y/n?" her voice is gentle, it always was with you.

you can't look at her, tears welling up in your eyes as you stare out the window, shrugging in response.

she's frowning, "did they manage to do anything to you? are you okay? do we need to get you to a hospital?"

you're shaking your head, the movement making you dizzy, feeling gross in your own skin as you pick at your nails. "can you take me to marshall's? i don't wanna talk about this right now." you're voice is croaky when you speak, on the verge of tears.

sana grips the wheel hard at your request, instead, pulling over on the side of the empty road and putting the car in park.

you sigh exasperatedly, "sana please i just said i don't want to talk about this right now."

"that's fine but if you think i'm taking you to that asshole's house then you've got to be fucking kidding me y/n."

you turn your head to look at her then, her eyes are dark with barely concealed rage, fists clenched so tight her knuckles were turning white. you falter under her gaze, "he's not an asshole."

she scoffs then, "are you fucking serious? what kinda boyfriend takes you to his rapist friends' house then leaves with another girl without so much as a text. it should be enough proof he’s a dick that he's even friends with those assholes." she spits.

and you can't help it, you start sobbing uncontrollably.

"oh shit y/n i didn't- i'm sorry-" she's shuffling around trying to get around the console, and you sob even louder at her outstretched hand, careful and wanting to comfort you but making sure you were okay being touched first.

you're diving into her arms and then she's all there. pulling you into her lap and adjusting the position of her seat so you can squeeze in between the wheel and her torso. soft hands running through your hair shooshing and whispering gently into you ear. arm wrapped tightly around your waist while your face is buried in her chest, heaving and letting out your disgust.

she never stops running her fingers through your hair, letting your sobs wrack your body, hearts beating in tandem as she just holds you.

eventually, your sobs reside to sniffles and you feel a little silly, rubbing your eyes onto the material of her betty boop pyjama shirt.

she's still combing fingers through you hair, rubbing your back lightly, and laying soft kisses along the side of your face, resting her forehead against the top of your head and breathing you in softly.

"i-i'm-" your voice cracks as you try to speak up weakly but she hushes you quickly.

"we don't have to talk if you don't want to. we can stay here for as long as you want. i'm not going anywhere."

you feel your eyes well up again, but you swallow it down, speaking up after clearing your throat, "i'm sorry-" your voice cracks again, almost breaking, "i'm sorry you had to see me like that."

you feel her lifting her head off yours and looking at you in disbelief, mouth open and about to protest but you put a finger to her lips, still not able to look at her.

"no let me finish. you were right. i had no idea what i'd have done if you didn't come. i'm sorry that you did have to come. i'm just so sorry for fucking up sana. if i'd- if i hadn't got so drunk maybe, or if i'd followed marshall home-"

she licks the finger on her lips and you yelp, looking at her out of reaction and cringing, wiping the finger on her shoulder in faux disgust.

she chuckles, "can i talk yet?"

you nod shyly, "as long as you don't lick me again." avoiding her eyes.

she's smiling and a hand is on your cheek, brushing the skin there gently and you can't help but lean into the touch.

"y/n... you don't have to apologise for anything. i'm sorry if i made you feel like you did. but i don't care about all of that. i'm just grateful i was there, if anything, i'm angry at myself for not being there sooner." you look at her as she takes a shaky breath in, eyes wet, "but you have to know none of that was your fault. there's no what if. it was no one's fault but the guys who decided to take advantage of you while you were drunk."

you're crying again, head in your hands, "n-no but- like i know that but i just- like i trusted them. i trusted them because they were meant to be marshall's friends and i trusted marshall."

she's rubbing her hands at your lower back, "that doesn't make it your fault for trusting them. they broke that trust the moment they started thinking of you in a way they shouldn't have. you can't blame yourself for something like that y/n."

"i just feel so gross sana. i can't stop thinking about how their hands felt on me, and i want to scrub off every bit of them."

she's clutching your waist, anger building up again, "i'll fucking kill them."

you let out a choked laugh, "yeah? you and your 163 centimetres? against three buff gym rats?" you poke the skin at her arms, "with these muscles i assume?" (it was SO funny and adorable in the ready to be tw-log finale ep when jeongyeon was poking at sana saying how she has zero arm muscles)

she's pulling away from you with a pout and a whine on her lips before her gaze darkens and she says somberly, "i have a car."

you laugh seriously then, a big hearty laugh as your head falls to her shoulder, and she's whining and trying to pull you up. you're so grateful for her.

eventually you come up, wiping at your eyes and catching your breath, "well i'm glad i have someone who'd commit manslaughter for me."

she's pouting adorably and you get a sudden rush of want, and you blush, scrambling away, wondering why the fuck you just thought about how easy it'd be to kiss the pout off your best friend's lips.

sana's confused and pulling you back into her, "what's wrong? where’re you going?"

you come up with the quickest excuse you can think of, "gonna puke."

she yelps and quickly opens the car door, almost falling out in her rush to avoid being covered in sick. you're out the door in seconds, heaving in the fresh air and shivering slightly at the cold, hoping it'll at least cool down the heat in your cheeks.

then you're giggling, and then laughing again, turning back to face her look of disgust. her face morphs as she watches you though, and soon enough she's doubled over laughing as well.

to anyone driving past, you'd both look insane, laughing at absolutely nothing. but to you, you've never felt more free, more relieved. you're safe, and okay, and you're favourite person in the whole world is here with you. you collapse onto the hood of her car, and she follows suit, giggling and breathy.

the two of you lay here, looking up into the night sky, counting the stars. you shiver slightly and move closer towards her until your bodies are touching. she's turning slightly, wrapping an arm around your waist loosely, and watching you watch the stars.

you turn to face her, breaths mingling, coming out in wispy white clouds of heat in the chilly night air. you find your eyes dropping to her mouth again, and you can't hide the blush that adorns your face this time. if you'd just leaned in a little more, you'd be able to answer the burning question in your head of what exactly sana tasted like.

the slight quiver in her lower lip entrances you, the soft breaths she's taking as her warmth fans over your face, smelling of jasmine and the toothpaste she’s used just before bed. you're inching closer and closer, her eyes are on your lips as well.

you lose it though, when a tongue peeks out and licks across her bottom lip, and you're pressing your lips against hers softly, eyes closed, and humming at the warmth she provides.

she's kissing you back gently, lips slotting against yours in the perfect way, and then she's gone, pulling away leaving you chasing after her, but she places a hand on your chest, pushing you back lightly.

"you're drunk. and taken. this is wrong."

you whine, trying to pull her back to you but she's firm, sitting up and walking away.

you're blinking and what the fuck just happened? dazed as you stand up as well, moving back into the passenger seat dumbly, peeking at her expression trying to get a sense of what was going on inside her mind.

she starts the engine and pulls out from the kerb, staring straight ahead, giving you nothing.

you can't help but think you've fucked everything up again.

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the storm brewing inside your head doesn't stop when she pulls into your driveway and parks.

you muster up the courage to apologise but she beats you to it, "i'm sorry y/n. i shouldn't have done that. can we just forget it about it please? i don't want to ruin anything between us. you're the most important person in the world to me and i can't lose you over these stupid feelings and i'm so sorry if i made you feel uncomfortable at all i-"

your inebriated mind is playing catch up, rolling her words in your head over and over again trying to figure out why that sounded like she was saying she had feelings for you? that couldn't be right. sana was the it girl. she was the girl that everyone wanted. she was the girl that sat through your nerdy rants about space and eels. the girl that bought you ice cream when your first boyfriend broke up with you in grade 3 because he didn't like the way you cut your hair. the girl that cried when she found out you weren't going to the same high school because you were moving away, but then managed to get her parents to enroll her anyway and spent the next 6 years taking the 2 hour commute to school just to be with you.

and holy shit. sana was in love with you.

"sana..." you interrupted her rambling, "i... i kinda have a massive headache right now and i'm more than a little drunk but… this isn't going to change our friendship at all."

her eyes are wide and shining, looking at you in fear, you grab her hands and squeeze them over the console, "i promise i'm not leaving you but i don't want to give you an answer yet when i'm in this state. but if it helps, i'm pretty sure i'm the one that kissed you first." you grin, and she lets out a shaky breath.

you let go of her hands and shyly rub the back of your neck, "i kinda need to get inside and get clean but i'll call you tomorrow if that's okay?"

she's nodding, wiping at her eyes hastily.

you open the door and step out, closing it softly behind you. but you lean back down and gesture for her to roll down the window which she does.

"and sana... thank you for tonight. seriously. i don't know how i can ever show you how grateful i am for you being there."

she purses her lip and is firm again, "stop it. i'm glad i was there. and thankyou for letting me be there for you."

you smile gently as you wave and head towards your door, she waits for you to get inside and the door to shut before she pulls out and drives home, heart thumping, thoughts messy.

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you wake up in the morning with a pounding headache, stumbling to your kitchen to pop a few painkillers and squinting as you adjust to the morning sunlight spilling through your windows.

thank god you remembered everything that happened last night, you set your lips in a line as you got ready. you had a strict plan for today, and nothing was going to ruin it.

you quickly get dressed, thumbing out a small letter and grab your keys, driving over to marshall's house was step one.

once you arrive, you slam your car door loudly, taking satisfaction in the fact it probably woke him in his self-induced hangover he was no doubt soothing. you stalk up his front door, rapping on the wood loudly and tapping your foot impatiently as you wait for him to open the door.

it's not him though, and you scoff at the sight of a half naked girl, probably barely legal, pushing her aside despite her weak protests, and letting yourself into the space.

you storm up to his room, flinging open the door, grabbing the vase next to the bed, and dumping the water all over his sleeping head.

he wakes up with a start, "WHAT THE FUC-"

you slap him across the face, bringing his attention to you, "we're done." two simple words and you're back out the door, going down the steps, and back into your car.

you're halfway down the street when you spot him in the rearview mirror clambering after you in his underwear, soaking and pathetic.

you can't believe you had stayed with that man for as long as you had.

the relief you feel after your first action of the day is freeing. you're chasing after the feeling you had last night when you were doubled over laughing like madmen with sana on the side of the road. adrenaline pumping as you pull up to your local florist, purchasing a big bouquet of pink hydrangeas and then grabbing 2 coffees and a few bakery goods, shoving everything back into your car and speeding away again.

you arrive at sana's front door in record time, knowing her, she was definitely awake already and probably anxiously waiting for you to call. you grin as you grab the flowers, the letter you wrote before you left the house, and the breakfast you've gotten for the both of you, placing it down on her front door mat and arranging everything nicely so it looked picture-worthy.

then you ring her doorbell and duck, running over to her side fence that you knew she always left unlocked, entering her house through the back door, and sneaking back towards the front.

sana's bent down over the flowers and you can see the slight crease between her eyebrows from her confusion as she reads the letter you've left in the middle of the hydrangeas.

i'm sure you don't need me to tell you what pink hydrangeas represent because you're a huge flower nerd and i love that about you but i'm going to write it out anyway to show you i did the research.

in japan, hydrangeas are used to show you're sorry. and i'm sorry for not realising sooner, for letting you suffer for so long on your own. they also represent heartfelt emotions and gratitude. i'm eternally grateful for you sana. you're the most important person in the whole world to me too. i'd also commit manslaughter for you.

in europe, hydrangeas mean vanity and arrogance. i'm sorry i was so self-involved with my stupid boyfriends. to tell you the truth, i always thought you were too good for me, and that you'd realise that one day and leave, so i clung to anyone i could find, waiting in fear of that day. that was selfish of me, and i see that now, because you could never leave someone you love. because i realised i feel the same way about you, and i could never, never leave you.

pink hydrangeas are the most romantic of the bunch. (they’re also your favourite colour) i'm obviously trying to tell you that i love you too in a more than platonic way. and this time i'm not drunk or hyperemotional, i'm certain.

you silently creep up behind her while she's reading your note, and then grab her waist lifting her up into the air as she squeals, turning her in your arms and planting your lips on hers.

she's caught by surprise, lips unmoving against yours, until she realises it's you and wraps her legs around your waist, arms around your neck, and kisses you back.

you can finally taste her. and there's no way to describe it. you don't know why it took you so long to realise your feelings for her, but you'd never felt the way you feel about her for anyone else. you'd chalked that up to being best friends and that that's the way all best friends feel about each other, but best friends don't sigh into kisses. best friends don't feel like their hearts would explode with each soft press of skin against each other. best friends don't love each other the way you loved sana.

you break away when you feel wetness glide along your cheek, and salt touch the tip of your tongue. "sana?! oh my god i'm so sorry, i shouldn't- i should've asked first- oh shit i'm so-"

she's chuckling brokenly and you can't tell if she's laughing or crying or both but she pulls you back in, melding your lips together again speaking against your mouth, "i'm sorry. i'm just so happy right now."

you smile against her, kissing her again, you think you'll never be able to get enough of this feeling. "i'm sorry it took so long for me to catch up."

you feel her laugh against you, "i'm just glad you've still got some love saved for me."

"always." kiss. "it's all for you from now. i love you."

"i love you too idiot."

[9w1ft]

Do you think it's possible they're building up for a coming out or just a reunion in June? Vibe wise, do you feel a shift lately on either side?

assuming i said yes, would i get full credit if im right and would you all give me a free pass if im wrong? 😂

vibe wise though i’m gonna be honest this is my 7th summer since finding kaylor back in 2018 so id say i haven’t really perked my ears up at all as of yet, like even if i see vibes i know that doesn’t really mean anything without actual follow through. there could be vibes only for plans to change as well. so i just err on the side of caution, and i hope people do as well. steel your heart! anyways, ive read through a lot of people saying what they’re feeling and believe me ive been there and i respect the feeling.

trump did get himself a guilty verdict though so idk maybe it will spur something in taylor and she will feel more festive this summer than she might have otherwise felt.

i think it’s important to enjoy what we receive, whatever it is, for what it is, without relegating it to being a hint at something more. be sure not to miss enjoying the things as they happen.

[likeadog]

chat. being so for real the more i sit with it the more i wnt to err on the side of caution when it comes to getens age bc the word used to describe him is one that caps out at like 20 max and i just keep feeling weirder about it as time goes on. i know my current hcs set him at 19 but given that the data book coming up in may may give us an official age id rather play it safe than sorry for now so im gonna axe any nsfw stuff of him.

i may miss something here or there but by and large id rather not talk abt him in those ways . if the data book doesnt say anything or says hes an adult ill reassess but honestly even if we work on the assumption im correct id at the very least like to tone it down just because the word "shonen" is used for him and like, it just feels weird. does this make any sense

i dont like the idea of basing the crux of his adulthood in that sense on the argument of a presumed timeline based on some very vague lines especially when i think you could make just as compelling if not moreso an argument about his framing as immature

[cheesecake-the-chicken]

anyways so about that singlet thing ^^’ (tw for dissociation and syscourse/system origins under the cut)

i’ve been doing some research into it and i’m pretty sure i’m median. we think we used to be a singlet until a really recent period of heavy dissociation, when the original self fractured and became us. im still kind of the “core” of the original self, but the others are the parts of him that branched off.

at first we thought i had synthesized/imagined them or that i was pretending, but things have kinda stayed this way for a while lol. i have really bad dissociative amnesia as of late so i cant honestly tell you how long it’s been like this or if there have been many signs leading up to it, but what i do know is that there’s been a distinct “we” that was separate from “i”.

according to the terms commonly used here (and i could VERY easily be mistaken!), we are probably “mixed origin”? it’s hard to say but the fracturing is a very recent development, caused by heavy dissociation due to Reasons

i’m not gonna lie i used to err on the side of caution when it came to endogenic systems, i didn’t want to assume anything as a (then?) singlet because it wasn’t and tbh still isn’t my place. but this has definitely opened my eyes and made me realize that i could very easily be seen as faking, even though i’m (most likely) not.

i’m still hesitant to call myself a system because i REALLY don’t want to if it isn’t my place to, and we only know so much about ourselves so far. we originally thought we were just aspects of the same person that got emphasized, but we understand it better that we are fragments of the consciousness of the same person. we don’t have osdd i believe, but we do have c-ptsd and the theory of secondary structural dissociation really fits us.

therefore, i think i’m going to change my dni to include anyone who’s sysmed or tries to fakeclaim others. it’s my understanding that very few people on this website are psychologists/psychologists/neuroscientists/doctors, and nobody’s experience is universal. so little is understood about plurality and the brain in general, and i don’t want to be mutuals with anyone who feels it’s their place to police other peoples’ experiences

i probably cant answer any personal questions about it right now in my/our best interest, but just know that i’m getting the help i need! i’m just hoping to find maybe anyone else who has similar experiences or is also median. i may post/rb about it more in the future

love you guys! sorry for the ooc kinda post

[lemontongues]

so dunmeshi has me doing math and. i might be totally wrong here but i think chilchuck is the equivalent of a former teen dad who's now in his late 30s lmao??

like. half-foot age of maturity is 14, chilchuck is 29, and his oldest daughter is 16.... so she was born when he was like 13?

also if we're really getting into it, which i am bc i love this shit, the age of maturity for tall-men is listed as 16, while the lifespan of each race is listed as 50 and 60 respectively, meaning that the ratio of half-foot years to tall-man years is between 14÷16 = .875 and 50÷60=.833. i'm gonna just use the average of .85 since scaling the ratio with age makes the math get weird lol, so 13÷.85 = ~15.3 in tall man years (or if we use the modern human age of maturity of 18, then 14÷18 = ~.778 and 50÷70 (the average lifespan was a little more than that in 2019 but im gonna err on the side of caution considering. gestures at everything.) = ~.714, .778+.714 ÷ 2 = .746, which gives us 13÷.746 = ~17.4) so. this guy was for sure a teen dad lol

also he's currently 29, which means he'd currently be around 34 in tall-man years or not quite 39 in human years. his eldest daughter is 16, making her approximately 19 in tall-man years or about 21.5 in human years.

anyway i know ive seen posts about this before so its not like this is new info lol but it was fun doing the math for myself :3 i will for sure be figuring out other age conversions too but this was a funny one to start with skfbdkd

[thechosengryffindor]

Nonnie im a rp blog not a confessional. I appreciate your thoughts on hp ships, and i dont really disagree, but out of respect for those that do ship other things im not gonna post your question. You didnt say anything bad or anything i just would rather err on the side of caution

[judgingskeletons]

I get a kick out of this blog and idk - I think there’s a difference between “this is inaccurate if I’m being pedantic and I have clearly defined what I’m talking about and how much it actually matters” and “this is bad and is bad art because it is inaccurate.” I definitely have seen you acknowledge that the artist’s goals are not strict anatomical accuracy and that you connect with art with inaccurate skeletons and think some of it is really cool, and I don’t think I’d have been mad about having my stuff reviewed like the posts I’ve seen do. That said, I’m autistic and I have a lot of practice separating “this is, strictly speaking, incorrect relative to this particular set of standards” from “this is a judgement on you” and find it intensely personally frustrating when the world at large thinks that the someone saying the first always implies the second, so, mileage absolutely varies. I think I find the blog cool partly because the scope of your criticism is so narrowly defined and educational and I can just be like oh sure, composition and the emotions it brings up and and structural stability and the actual goals of the artist are 100% relevant to the piece as a whole, just not to this extremely niche way of responding to it.

Thank you. This is a really lovely ask to get <3

You’ve nailed my intention: be pedantic about bones! Which, yeah, is in no way intended to suggest the art is bad. I too find it maybe easier to separate “judgement of work” from “judgement of self” but recent asks have been a good reminder for me that it’s not that way for everyone, and that it’s probably harder for an artist to do that or to realise my intention when I’ve appeared basically out of nowhere to criticise thier art.

I’m really glad you’re enjoying the blog and finding it educational, that’s really lovely to hear, gonna be thinking about that all day <3<3<3

[clairenatural]

Hey is it true about the italian dub also having dean reciprocate?? Rogue translator my ass,,

hey!! There's a video going around of a supposed Italian dub where dean reciprocates and yeah if it's true it blows that arguement out of the water. unfortunately the video was posted on a sus burner account and apparently italy is still on s14 so it's super likely to be fake 😬

[sp-ud]

I wish we could just gather up all the cc's and make em list their boundaries clearly instead of having to hunt through clips and tweets and shit to find out. Or just having no statement on em.

[catgirlcommie]

ive watched a fair amount of the madoka clones and like god the only one that was even remotely good was yuki yuna is a hero which is also just ableist from what i remember

[tendernuggs]

so as it turns out my arm is more injured than i’d initially thought, so i might need to take a break from drawing for a long bit

[acornmoment]

Remind me to go back to World of Refreshment I missed a Star Core

[sydmarch]

yeah it's hard to say & that's definitely where a lot of my uncertainty had come from, like of course to HARRY any 20-something-or-younger is "a kid" which makes it difficult to objectively gauge characters ages

question for you all: is Cindy a teenager or a young adult?? I can't find any answer on the wiki or anything & within the fandom I've seen people consider her a kid but also people interpreting her as the same age as piss & fuck and the student communists