#sub system

[howdyshartneritsursk]

Something a bit serious.

PLEASE DO NOT LUMP SIDE SYSTEMS, LAYERS, AND SUB SYSTEMS UNDER THE SAME UMBRELLA! PLURALPEDIA DOES THIS AND IT’S NOT RIGHT.

WE HAD AN ALTER BREAK THE DIFFERENCES DOWN.

Layers

A layer is a layer of the innerworld sometimes there can be sub systems- alters presenting as a group of cut off alters from the rest of the system functioning as a “sub system” from them but they’re not sub systems themselves from our experiences.

Sub Systems

Sub systems are systems within a system can be found commonly with polyfrag systems. Typically presenting as an alter with alters or as I said under layers- a group of alters cut off from the main system in the same system/in a layer.

Side Systems

RAMCOA bodied who have more than one system in the same body. Alters who can traverse between these systems are referred to as “system hoppers” and it is usually the higher ups who can do that from our experiences.

From our experiences, our side systems when a different one is at main in the body, depending on the alter, the main fronting alter will see innerworld as it presents to the side system they are part of.

STOP USING “SISASYSTEM”

[the-silent-fellowship]

Personal Subsystem Template

[PT: Personal Subsystem Template]

Similar to my Personal System Template(link) and District Template(link), these are for those who want to make their own flags for their own groups!

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[Example ID: None yet]

(Example is for our subsystem the Cloudy Subsystem)

[Tagging] @radiomogai, @pluralitywords, @pluralterms, @plurality-faq, @plural-terms

[thundersyst3m]

THUNDER DIARY - 4 SEPT.

Fronters; Alice 🌸 and Blade 🍒

🌸: Today is operation "System(Nimbus)", where we gonna try and discover more about Nimbus sub-system!! (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠) Its an experiment I'm very excited about! Plus, pretty sure after last scandalous actions, Nimbus is gonna be grounded for a good time, this is what he gets for being a pest ┐⁠(⁠ ⁠∵⁠ ⁠)⁠┌

Theres a lot to discover today!! (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠) And im looking towards the resolution and studies that will come out of this!! :3c im gonna write every single little thing for you guys!!! (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

Have a greaaaat day everyone!! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

[starsystmzzz]

Yo!

My names Herman and i'm the Host along with the Pain Holder of the Stars System! I go by He/They/It/Blue/🐾/🦠 pronouns.

I'm a dog therian (Black Labrador) but i'm actually a cat person more than a dog person.

I am 30 years old, in headspace ofc, and I mainly for days at a time but when i'm not front stuck its usually chaos in front lmao!

- 🪙

[green-system]

Hello, this is Mansion of the Green System’s sub blog! We are a sub system in @brave-leviathans. Presenting as an alter with alters! I am the host of the sub system! Our body innerworld is 14 like I am. We initially split off as a singular Introject from Luigi’s Mansion Dark Moon for the 3DS back in 2013 and recently came out of dormancy.

List of those who may use this blog in my sub system:

🟩) Mansion :: He/Him :: Male :: Luigi’s Mansion Dark Moon (3DS) :: Middle : 14 : @mansion-dark-moon

🎼) Jade :: He/Him :: Male :: Tales of the Abyss :: Little : Undisclosed age

🪠) El :: He/They :: Male :: Luigi’s Mansion (pretty sure) :: Adult (pretty sure) :: Undisclosed age

[vampcubus]

Inexperienced Virgin!Giyu who’s never even touched himself, only ever cum in his sleep a few times by accident. And when you finally take him into your hot palm, he swears he’s seeing stars, crying out hoarsely as if he didn’t know it could feel good to have his cock touched. And as you work him diligently—ruthlessly to his fast-impending orgasm, he’s in tears over how good it feels.

He’s clinging onto you desperately, his eyes clenched and thin brows pinched in pained ecstasy. Shaking hands hold your shirt in a white-knuckled grip as he humps into the tight tunnel of your fist, trembling as your thumb mercilessly teases his slit. Pre beads at the tip relentlessly no matter how many times you smear it across his creamy head, and when you start to play with his balls he just can't hold on any longer.

His breath becomes frantic, and he struggles to form the right words to warn you.

“I-I think… I think something’s going t-to uhn, come out- please!” his shaking voice pitches higher, mewls forced from his throat as his peak hits him like a train. The feeling is intense and hellish hot, cum jetting out of him and spilling over your fingers. He cries out helplessly, widened blue eyes staring into nothing as he convulses and writhes, hips jerking with every pulse.

You coo at him and stroke him through it, leaning down to swallow his desperate moans with your lips. Eventually, he tugs at your wrist, whimpering that it's "t-too much, it's too much."

[ghouljams]

“#distribution system is a pillow Princess/sub!ghost fic”

😳 h-holy shit. I think the world went white when I read this. Like a flash bang went off. Oh my god.

You hold his face between your hands, your thumbs gently stroking over his scarred cheeks. Your eyes are so soft, they look at him like he's something fragile, something precious. Ghost holds your wrists like a lifeline, desperately begging to be grounded in this moment. Your lips move without sound, he wishes he could hear it, could hear your voice like the trumpets of revelations. The light shines behind your head like a halo, it must be a halo, divinity shining through your skin. Everything hurts.

"Stay with me," He begs, his throat dry and his bones aching.

"Of course," You pet over his buzzed hair, your voice as soft as early spring, "I'm not going anywhere."

You kiss his temple, let him settle his hands on your waist and lean into the touch, hungry for it. You're not going anywhere. He's not either, this is the last stop. He can just be here. Ghost traces his fingers over your skin with reverence, his eyes on yours as you tip his head back. It's good, you're finally in your rightful place over him, larger than life in all your kindness. He could let you swallow him whole, he wishes you would. Then he could be a part of you, a part of something worthwhile, something good and kind. Whatever he's done in life-

"Stay with me Simon," You murmur, as if he'd ever want to be anywhere else. Of course, he wants to echo, of course. You lean to brush your lips over his cheek, it hurts, white hot just under his eye. You slice your line through him, ask again, your voice so distant and yet so close beside his ear, "Stay with me."

His lips move around your name, breathe in, exhale. His hands hold you, drag over your skin as he tips his head to press his lips against your neck. Can he have this? Is this allowed? Are apostles meant to worship their god through such sinful means? He slides his hand between your legs, rubbing his fingers through the wet heat he finds there. You're so soft.

You whine, such a pretty noise, and he kisses you again. He mumbles your name against your skin, traces his lips against your pulse, desperate to feel your life. Everything he does is for you, every breath he takes, every beat of his heart, each blink, each touch of his fingers. Nothing matters to him like you do. You're so warm, dripping over his hand, the noises your sweet pussy make when he presses his fingers into you are perfect, and obscene.

"My Simon," You breathe, "You're so good for me." It hurts between his ribs, cracks his sternum, you could take him apart with so many words. "You never tell me what you want," You coo, "Never ask for anything."

"Want to make you come," He mumbles, squeezing his eyes shut against the pain of it, he doesn't deserve to ask for your love, but he can approximate it, "want to be useful to you."

"You are, Simon," You whisper, he jerks against you at the jolt that goes through him, "because I love you."

It spins in his mind like tires stuck in mud. It's not right. He wants it too badly for it to be right. You couldn't. Even when he was leaving you couldn't. Ghost swallows. It's cold in here.

He blinks his eyes open to a hospital ceiling. Everything hurts. He reaches his hand to feel whatever is covering his left eye with a grunt of pain. His fingers twitch and another sharp jolt of pain zips through him.

"I wouldn't," Price tells him. Ghost turns his head to look at him, adjusting to the new blind spot. He's sitting in an arm chair beside the hospital bed, his chin perched on his palm, fingers curled over his mouth and leg bouncing. Ghost wonders how long it's been since his last cigar. Price sniffs. "Down two fingers, gonna hurt for a while."

Ghost turns his head to look back at the ceiling. The fluorescents buzz, a whine only he ever seems able to hear. At least the sky would've been a nice thing to end on.

"Nearly lost you on the table," Price continues, Ghost can hear him standing, "I'll let the nurse know you're up."

Ghost swallows again, tries to feel his tongue in his mouth, so dry it may as well glue itself to his teeth. "Where's my wife," He croaks. Price's footsteps stop, something heavy falling over the air. There are a thousand things he could say, a thousand comforts he could offer.

"You're not married," He tells him, and leaves.

[moodlesmain]

Hi. Look at this.

I just spent two days straight making a digital conspiracy board trying to piece together my favourite genre that isn't really a genre and more just a very particular niche which doesn't really have a name.

If you want to look I reccomend downloading and zooming in on the image to read everything LMAO, I want to try and convert it to a page on my neocities at some point so its easier to view but for now you guys just get a big ol' jpeg. You're welcome :)

[sammyche]

sub!marc masterpost

i said i was gonna do it, so here it is. every pictures that scream sub!marc with some explanation (some really don't need it tho)

i mean....do i need to say anything? well i will because i could write poems about that picture. that picture sent me to outer space. every time i stumble on it i need to compose myself. it's giving handcuffed, made to wait and present. is it a punishment or just enjoyment....it's for you to decide.

the bratty whatever you say daddy eyes. those i'm about to act out eyes. you know when he gets those eyes out it's gonna be spanking time at some point.

obviously blindfolded marc. those are just criminal. he NEEDS to be blindfolded and restrained. it just suits him so well.

leather hand on his arched back.............you know he would look amazing ass up face down forcing him to arch like that.

if you have more pictures please send them my way and i will add them this post

[marvel-unofficial]

british swear words [id in alt!]

[hokkienmee]

Ossan's Love Returns おっさんずラブ-リターンズ- (2024)

[tirtyturtle]

Had fun drawing these

[corrodedbisexual]

Work your magic, part 2

Steddie | E | 14.5k total | Chapter 2/2 | AO3 link

So, uh... it's been 8 months, but chapter 2 is here with Eddie's POV and the whole thing suddenly grew feelings and is now complete with more smut and a happy ending. 💁 Enjoy.

Chapter 2 featuring: Light Dom/sub, Soft Dom/Top Eddie Munson, Sub/Bottom Steve Harrington, Explicit & Enthusiastic Consent, Boys Kissing, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Spit Kink, Praise Kink, Sex Toys, Cock Rings, Vibrators, Gentle Sex, Teasing, Orgasm Control, Coming Untouched, Fluff, Banter, Crush at First Sight, Getting Together, POV Eddie Munson

(A very filthy snippet under readmore)

Eddie places the toy in Steve’s palm and leans against his side as he talks.

“So here’s the plan, gorgeous. I’m gonna take your clothes off. I’ll take my time with my fingers, getting you ready, and then I’m gonna put this inside you and turn it on.” Steve jerks a little when Eddie presses a button, making the toy vibrate in the man’s hand as Eddie leans closer to his ear and keeps talking. “See, this part here will be right against your sweet spot,” he trails his fingers along the short shaft, the buzz tickling his skin. Steve’s breaths grow heavy beside him. “And this,” he shifts his fingers down to the base, “fits nicely against your balls. Imagine how it’s gonna feel, sweetheart?”

Steve swallows audibly, his own fingers following Eddie’s. Eddie grins to himself. Steve’s shorts aren’t exactly hiding the effect that fantasy alone has on him; he presses on, voice a sultry whisper, lips almost touching Steve’s ear.

“Imagine what a delicious tease that will be for you. Make you squirm and your pretty cock leak while I enjoy kissing every inch of your body. Until you can’t take it anymore, and you start begging me to fuck you.” He bites on Steve’s earlobe playfully, hears him exhale sharply.

“Holy fucking shit.”

Eddie pulls back to meet Steve’s wide eyes, not bothering to hide the smug grin on his face.

“And then, if you like… I’ll do just that. Sounds good?”

[serpentinegraphite]

So, first off, this is not an attempt to kink shame (dubcon and noncon are great!) but I do keep seeing a thing in fics (I do NOT see this irl in kink spaces nearly as often) where like. A character will interrupt the flow of the scene to check consent

And I don't mean in an "are we still green?" Or "what's your color?" kind of way, but I mean. The author has tagged the fic and indicated via prose and/or author notes that they are doing their Due Diligence to make sure this fic is Righteously Consensual from top to bottom, No Question About It

And a character will ask for full sexual consent either directly or indirectly or renegotiate the boundaries of the kinks being practiced AFTER the sex acts have already begun.

Here's the thing: horny brain isn't great at making decisions! irl in kink spaces, there's often a lot of emphasis on negotiating BEFORE the scene begins, perhaps even with a space between negotiation and the scene if it's with a new/unfamiliar partner (maybe it's a few minutes while things are set up, maybe the partners negotiate a day or more in advance! It depends!), and not changing the parameters of the scene after someone is already horny or god forbid already in subspace.

Again, these are perfectly fine rules to break in fiction, when the author is aware of it (most characters are not going to be fully familiar with safe, sane, consensual practices and the traffic light system, nor would we want them to be!) but I'm increasingly finding fics where the author DOESN'T seem aware, which takes a normal fic (in-character, with reasonable but perhaps even somewhat dubious practices, which the author isn't emphasizing or preaching about) into Red Flag Territory (a character, OOC, yanking me out of the scene to behave like a PSA about consent instead of conforming to the horny tone of the scene, and perpetuating unsafe practices anyway)

If you are writing a master manipulator or someone who wants to have a gotcha, you totally said it was okay on a character they are trying to bone (which is well in the realm of non/dubcon) that's fine! This PSA is not aimed at you. But if you are trying to write someone who Cares Strongly About Consent, then perhaps be more aware of when is an appropriate time to escalate the situation (sexually speaking) or ask for consent!

[dottcre]

material hunt gone wrong

contains : sex pollen, little d/s dynamic for most of the fic, sub!dottore, gn!reader, porn with very little plot, dry humping, desperation, crying, begging

a/n — i tried writing the plot before everything happened, and i couldn’t come up with anything because i was too busy thinking about dick, so you can come up the plot by yourself. this is also the last nsfw fic i’ll write before the fapbruary event!

You were absolutely captivated by the flower, its huge petals and gorgeous reddish colour. The closer you got to it, the sweeter it smelled, and the more you felt the need to touch it. Everything about it screamed “danger”, yet you were stuck in a trance, and your body had moved on its own.

“Hey! Don’t!” Zandik yelled out, but it was too late. Your hand had come into contact with the strange looking flower, causing it to eject a cloud of pollen, suffocating the both of you. You tried to hold your breath, and so did he, but the sickeningly sweet scent of it lingered in the air as the pollen formed a thin layer on your clothes and skin. Coughing, you brushed it off as carefully as you could, making sure to not come in contact with the grains as you did so. He mirrored your actions, shaking himself off with a scowl on his face.

“What is wrong with you? Do you just touch every strange thing you see in the wild?” He let his polite facade slip as he lashed out at you.

“There was something off about it! I couldn’t stop myself!” You tried to argue, but Zandik was way beyond listening to you. He was muttering to himself furiously, still attempting to get the fine dust out of his hair. A dull, burning heat started creeping up on you, and you started to feel breathless. Was the pollen poisonous? You glanced at the blue haired man to see if he were experiencing the same symptoms as you. He was kneeling by the river, scooping handfuls of water and splashing it on his face, which was dark red. He seemed to be breathing harshly as well, a frustrated expression on his face.

You should’ve consulted your Akasha Terminal regarding the plant, yet you stumbled over to where Zandik was. You sat uncomfortably close to him, close enough that you could feel his shoulder against yours and smell the light floral scent in his hair. Had it always smelled so good? His skin was glistening slightly, and you didn’t know if it was from the water or from sweat. None of you moved away from the other, and only then did you notice that he’d stopped muttering to himself. For some reason, you don’t think he’s looked more attractive than he did at that moment.

“Zandik,” you called out, and he didn’t turn to look at you. Even from the side, you could see that his pupils were dilated. “There’s still some pollen in your hair.” Your movements were sluggish, reaching up to fluff the pollen out of his hair. He let out a huff when the tips of your finger ghosted along the side of his face, his breathing growing more ragged as he finally turned around, only to glare at you.

“This is your fucking fault,” he spat, gritting his teeth, and you didn’t need to look down to know that he was hard. You weren’t any better yourself, mind fuzzy with arousal. It was hot, and it was burning you up. Your mind wasn’t your own as you lunged forward, kissing him messily as your hands scrambled to undo his belt. Zandik didn’t hesitate, hands gripping your sides to grind you down on him. You gave up with the belt, choosing instead to push him over onto the grass, pinning him down by his shoulders.

He grunted in response, but it quickly faded into a string of moans as you started rolling your hips against his, throwing your head back as you finally felt the much-needed stimulation. Your movements were erratic, desperate, and so were his. His deep groans turned into whines and cries as he grew closer to his end. His dick was throbbing with every grind and he swore it felt like he was about to pass out.

His orgasm hit him like a truck as he came, pleasure searing through his veins. You leaned forward, absorbing his noises hungrily as you kissed him. A few more thrusts later, your hips stuttered and you buried your face in the crook of his neck, muffling the almost-embarrassing sound you let out as you came.

It didn’t take you long to realise that Zandik was still hard, and you were still absurdly turned on yourself. “More,” he growled, and you then noticed he was tearing up. “Fuck, more.” This time he whimpered, and you didn’t have time to respond before you began thrusting your hips forward again, the both of you crying out at the overstimulation.

You were sensitive, extremely so, but he was even worse, choking out moans as a thin line of drool formed on the corner of his lips. He was beyond overstimulated, yet he demanded for more.

His cries of “More! Please! More!” rang out into the forest, and for the whole afternoon, you obliged, fucking him till his throat was raw and his brains were a puddle in his head.

[peach-s0up]

quick ford before bed, tried mixing my pencil sketch w ink outlines and i actually really like it