Sometimes When I Answer Poll Questions Or Other Stuffs, I View It From An Idealised, Able Bodied Version

“DID/disordered plurality isn’t just about having silly guys in your brain, it’s about TRAUMA AND SUFFERING”

yeah ok sure. but it can also be about the silly guys. that’s okay too

A lil drabble of/inspired by Prompt #2,013 from @pluralprompts, it's a little angsty but it shouldn't contain any common triggers so just be careful folks. Don't worry, it's got a happy ending

Spectre was having a rough day, or he was fairly certain he was. He didn't really know anymore, the static-y film over his eyes ears and heart had long since dulled his emotions. He'd been trying for the last few hours to leave front, but it was like a wall was between him and headspace, a wall of viscous static that only got harder the more he pressed against it. It was a rough day really, and the sound of muffled talking behind the static had only been getting louder and louder. He hoped that was. a good sign, like the barrier getting thinner. Exhausted from their daily obligations, he stumbled to their bed and laid down, staring up at the ceiling one of their littles had decorated with polyfill clouds and led lights years ago, and smiled. Over time, the talking grew clearer and clearer until finally he heard it.

"Spectre! We're gonna get you out of there, don't worry.", the soothing voice of Ivy, their primary gatekeeper.

He felt it, a tugging at the back of his mind, a hand reaching out for him to grab. He focused on the feeling, grasping Ivy's hand as she pulled him from front. Finally back in headspace, he smiled and hugged all his fellow headmates who'd gathered to try and help him out of front. Being a system was tough, but they'd always be there for one another.

This was written by Az, I don't know Emi says I'm supposed to sign these posts or something

Has Pearl Really Betrayed Gem?

Inspired by (this) recent transcript of Pearl talking about siding with Scar in SL and not believing she betrayed Gem at all.

It's interesting how Pearl always saw Murder Camel as a fun but temporary thing -- it was never a real alliance to her -- while EVERYONE ELSE clearly thought it meant something more. We're talking the Mounders discussing moving in with Gem & the Scotts level serious. Gem /definitely/ thought it was something more. Even in WL Scott was like "and you were like three steps away from betraying us and being your own thing with Pearl" (also him stressing that "no matter your other alliances, THIS is the top one" in SL). There's definitely something unequal here. And why is that?

Gem murdered Pearl. Like, twice. The second time while Pearl was actively BEGGING her to stop. For that red task to hit until she blocked with a shield.

So of course Pearl didn't see it as a real alliance. Both times she joined Gem were after Gem killed her! And to the other players who are veterans and used to self-sacrifice and murder, it's not that big a deal. But Pearl very rarely sacrifices herself -- off the top of my head she's only given lives to BigB back in Limited, which was much lower-stakes -- and definitely not by force. Pearl never really chose to ally with her. Working with Gem in the final session was almost entirely tactical: it was just a bonus that they got along.

And Gem? Gem doesn't notice. As far as she knows, sacrifice is not only normal but expected of a strong alliance. Thanks to Scott's immense self-sacrifice issues and Impulse's "yes and" tactical mind, she's literally responsible for two deaths apiece on her allies. Why wouldn't she lump Pearl in with that, who she's also taken two lives from? (Whew, does Gem murder a lot of people. love her). When she'd turned Pearl red, Pearl was angry and hurt, but Gem apologized. "I can't believe you still wanna be friends with me after this." Gem had said, and Pearl replied, "I can't believe it either. But I guess here we are."

That's why it's such a betrayal at the end. Gem thought they were okay. Scar's been public enemy #1 for so long, Pearl literally chose him as her target when she turned zombie. Meanwhile, Gem and Pearl have been working together for the past 2-3 sessions (plus or minus a couple times Gem murdered her). Pearl should've turned on Scar.

And that leads us to now. Gem, who was betrayed because she thought she was safe and Pearl was cool with it and was her ally. When the server thought they were so close they would team up together. When really, Pearl had never thought the same, because why should she? Gem had only ever hurt her and her allies. No, Pearl's only crime was not communicating clearly enough and denouncing Gem entirely. But against the whole server, the fandom's gaze too, all insisting Gem and her were in Life, for Life?

5 AM Pearl has a lot to work with.

Thank you so much for reading! I, too, fell into the trap and accused them both of betrayal. But I was blinded by wanting Shinyduo to stay together! I should never doubt you, Pearlescentmoon. Never let us sway you from your path.

The cold cleanses, slower and more painfully than fire would. That’s good. Pearl wants slow and painful. She wants Scott to feel it. She wants him to tell Cleo about it. She wants them to know.

She steps in to the snow, up to her hips. Her hands rest on top. The first bits that go numb are the finger tips that once brushed up against the others’ when they passed buckets with axolotls between them. Then the fingers that once carefully untangled the flower crown Lizzie had made from Cleo’s hair while they stubbornly refused to cry, sniffling and hurt but stoic. Then the hands that Scott held once as he guided her, led her, and hands that had given him life once, twice. Her feet too, start to chill. Feet that had once been wiped on the carpet outside the front door of the cottage. Legs that had carried her with her dogs to reunite the three of them in that final session.

She sinks further into the snow, sits in it up to her neck. Feels the burn of cold on her back where Cleo had wrapped her arms around her, congratulating her after her dance floor boogey kill. The sting cuts deeply around the place on her upper arm where Scott had squeezed reassuringly before they broke off for the final four fight. It rests finally on her shoulders where she saw as a ghost but could not feel Scott clutch her body one last time before he was killed by the forces that run the games. She can’t feel them now either.

Her communicator buzzes somewhere on the floor. She ignores it. It hasn’t made her feel any better to lose the parts of her that were theirs.

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

being so fr when I say that transmisogyny has put feminism back like 50 years

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.