Kaleidoscopeicsys - A Circus?

yeah, sorry i exhibited symptoms of the disorder i told you i have. it will happen again because i have that disorder and will continue having it. hope this helps!! 🫶🫶🫶

Thought I'd add some of our own :3

The Tapeworms: 7/10 Really funny if you get the reference, really gross if you don't; Even better if you have a willwood factive

The Senate: 6/10 Funny political commentary but only when used in a negative context and also yucky politics

The Circus: 8/10 really funny if your system has a lot of clowns, 6/10 otherwise

The Residents: 7/10, funny but kind of boring and singlets would probably find it weird

Rats: 6/10, ratatouille references can only get this one so far

The Spanish Inquisition: ???/???, what???

The Watchers: 4/10, obscure mcyt reference -3 for that + it's in accurate -3 for that

Things to call headmates other than "my Alters"

Headmates: solid 8/10, clearly a system term though

The Others: 7/10 kinda mysterious, not much pizazz

Family: 9/10 yeah replace those sorry ass relatives of yours!

Brothers/ Sisters: 8/10 personally I like calling them my brothers and sister, but tbh kinda sounds like catholic priests/ nuns. -2 points

Roommates: 9/10 Basic like headmates, but phrased in a way singlets understand

Friends: 10/10 Wholesome, although I am definitely not friends with everyone in here

The Voices: 3/10 People gonna absolutely think you're crazy

Greek Chorus: 5/10 It's funny when someone actually knows what you're referring to

Peanut Gallery: 7/10 Similar concept to the above, only more understood by the average person

Backseat Drivers: 9/10 The most correct one on the list, especially said with just a touch of contempt. Might make someone upset

The Collective: 8/10 very ominous, better when talking about the system as a whole singular unit

Comrades: 10/10 Like friends, but commier! Perfect!

Coworkers: 10/10 very accurate representation of how it actually works in here

The Council: 9/10 The Council has decided that it's really entertaining to refer to ourselves like that

Chat: -10/-10 How is it so perfect, yet so awful, yet so awfully perfect?

If you're a system, maybe you need to hear these words, to know you're not alone. It's a vent, but a struggle I think is common among us but never spoken on.

I don't like thinking about the past because it forces me to think about the ghosts of myself immortalized forever in my soul but not here to live the life they fought for. I don't like thinking about the past because I see their faces, hear their voices, whispy and distorted, the faces of those of us who lived those nightmares. Who died in the battle for us to become who we are today. Those who fought for our future but never came back. Left to rot alone in the depths of our mind and soul, forever reliving the nightmares they fought for us to make it here.

To other systems out there, if you feel like this you're not alone. Don't feel guilty for surviving, for being here when they aren't. You're not stealing, you're not taking their life from them, you're living the life they fought for you to have. They died for you, not because of you. You are not guilty, it's the people and places that hurt you, they are at fault.

- Kali, from all of us.

Drunk, fem!Human!Starscream. this is acceptable

^tagged by @soctherapy but the post was getting too long

this isnt a win for me.......

Tags!: @rae-unbeloved @lil-gae-disaster @fictionalcharactergraveyard @livelaughlovelams @alexanderhamiltonhasafatass

two sentence horror story. My head feels fuzzy. pk;m new.

TW: Death, Gore & Body Horror

The strike rings true, screams erupting around the battlefield as her blood pours from her chest and down the sword in her heart, staining her coat red. Pearl's lifeless corpse falls limp off the blade, roars of victory erupting from her enemies as they flee to celebrate.

Cleo turns to BigB and begins to plan, on the back foot now without their warrior. Only Scott pauses to feel, his cold withered oak heart creaking in his chest, orange glowing bright through this shirt. Orange ichor falls from his glowing eyes and he collapses next to her corpse, tears splashing against her bones. Her chest torn open, cold and lifeless heart bare and bisected for all to see. Bile rises in his throat, or it would if his body were anything but cold grey flesh and white bark; The infection denying him the basic grief response. His mind races, wishing he'd done something, wishing he'd taken that blade instead of her.

An idea forms, and he draws his blade, cutting his chest open, the lifeless bark makes no resistance. Cleo and BigB's frantic chatter of battle plans has long since turned to static in his ears, the only sound he hears the rhythmic creaking of his heart in his hand. He cuts into her, pulling her heart from behind her ribs, her blood soaking his hands once more, and suddenly he's back on the hill in double life, standing atop a pile of TNT, staring into her eyes so full of hate and love, lighting the match. He drops the match, it's orange glow illuminating her empty chest cavity as it soaks up her blood, skin turning, no growing grey.

Bark forms and hardens, veins filled with radiant orange. The steady creaking of his heart reverberating through her chest, her eyes flicker open, golden glow shining on Scott's tear stained face. She reaches a cold, lifeless hand to his cheek and wipes his tears as he sobs, wrapping his arms around her with no care for her blood soaking his clothes once again. The steady beating of his, no, their heart fills each other's existence, that cursed string tying together once more, the lifeline forming between them. Slowly, her flesh knits back together, dried out bark growing across the gaping wound.

The words tumble from his bloodstained lips before he can stop them, the words she'd been begging to hear for so long. "I'm so sorry Pearl". She hugs him back, their bones creaking and bark grinding, they couldn't care less. Silently, they vowed to win this or die trying, together.

Y'all ever wake up? Me neither *derealizes*

Edit cuz this blew up: if you comment something transphobic it will be reported and I will block you. This is supposed to be a safe space for trans people, no one wants to hear your half baked, hateful opinions

the 4 genders of minecraft modders

very online queer person behind YOUR favorite mod who will eventually burn out and abandon its development

some kid with an unreadable username and zero online presence maintaining exactly one mod that bears the load of like half of the modded minecraft scene

random dude with an office job as a professional developer who singlehandedly maintains every single mod you've ever heard of

adolf hitler

sometimes when I answer poll questions or other stuffs, I view it from an idealised, able bodied version of myself. it's how I assert to myself my will and values separate from being a cripple. refusing to even engage with questions about the world becos I'm seriously disabled would make my world that much smaller. I can't escape the material reality of my physical limitations when it comes to real material matters, but in the realm of possibility, when we engage with hypotheticals and explore new ideas, it's freeing to explore what I would do if I were still able bodied. I think that might be part of why I love RP so much