Into the Depths

Jul. 18th, 2017 03:40 pm
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 [Lucida] We're getting back into dream work again. Dreams used to hold incredible significance to us, but we've let them fall to the wayside. We haven't put effort into recalling our dreams all summer until this morning, when I woke up instead of Quinn. Thw importance of these dreams aren't about symbolism or interpretation or anything like that. It's about our system.

Last night's dream was Crimson's. We don't know much about him except that he's vulgar and a potential threat to others, but by examining his dream, we've learned more about how he thinks and how he sees other people. Dreams are also the way one of our deeper and more Lovecraftian system members, Deimos, prefers to communicate with us. According to Pheasant, Deimos knows things the rest of us don't, and dreams are currently the only safe way to obtain that knowledge.

Lucid dreaming is also a goal of ours, if only for fun and games. It could be useful for system stuff too,  but we're more looking forward to exploring fantastic landscapes and doing all sorts of incredible stuff x)

Gravity Falls Filk: Pure Of Heart

Jul. 17th, 2017 07:27 pm
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On tumblr, I use the tag 'IMPURE OF HEART' to describe that super-gross identity politics all about conspicuously performing virtue.  Someone showed me this filk of the Gravity Falls episode 'The Last Mablecorn,' called Pure Of Heart and I thought folks here might enjoy it.

 

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Jul. 17th, 2017 06:44 am
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Trust

Jul. 11th, 2017 10:22 pm
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[Quinn] I used to never believe that there could exist system mates that could know everything about the system they're in, like omniscient gods. I don't know why I found the idea so ridiculous (though Lucida believed wholeheartedly and read many DID-geared forum discussions on the ISH), just that I thought it was impossible and I definitely didn't think we had one. 

That is, until I met ours.

His name is Pheasant. There's no rhyme or reason to it; it was a misunderstanding based on a typo, but now he's embraced it wholeheartedly. Pheasant claims to know about all the members of our system, even the ones we haven't found yet. He refuses to tell me about members we're "not ready to find yet", which makes me worry about whether he's telling the truth, but so far he seems quite honest. 

Fun fact: he's probably the strangest systemmate we've had to date. He's a tall, walking corpse who hides his appearance conpletely behind a cloak, gloves, and a porcelain mask. His emotions are incredibly dampened and he feels no attachment to any of our worldly possessions or acquaintances (which makes cofronting with him fairly disconcerting). Despite all that, he seems... genuine. He earnestly wants to work for the benefit of the system.

That brings me to my dilemma. It's not that I don't trust him (even though I kind of douby the veracity of his claim), it's that I don't trust my ability to percieve him. Communication is fuzzy enough already without having to worry about misinterpreting potentially crucial information. Of course, there's also the ever-present fear of the system being fake (a forced exaggeration of ego states, to be precise), but that's another post entirely -_-
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Man, but I really am not a villains kinda person. In fiction, they get to be stone-cold badasses, puppet-masters and genius psychological manipulators... but in reality, they're such fucking BABIES.

Nazis, Klansmen, and other such ilk. )

Art for my week's resolution!

Jul. 7th, 2017 10:58 pm
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Stuff I drew at [personal profile] nevanna ‘s writing night, while nibbling her DELICIOUS chocolate chip cupcakes!
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