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omegathetaone · 9 months

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Welcome to the Omega System ｡･:*˚:✧｡

Hey! We're the Omega System (also known as ΩΘ1/Omega or Theta in short), and we are a self diagnosed traumagenic system. The full DNI list will be written below, however note that we are expressly anti-endo/tulpa as they make us very uncomfortable! Below you will find our DNI list, frequent fronters, sign offs, and more! Please, please give it a read before interacting with us! Especially the DNI list, if nothing else!

This post is subject to updates at any time, so make sure to check here to keep yourself up to date! (Long Post under the cut <3)

The Basics & BYF

We use we/us and I/me interchangeably We are autistic, a minor, and bodily a trans man We are a self diagnosed osdd/did system but we can't tell which kind of system we are even after extensive research (we are leaning towards OSDD-1b)

We are a fictive heavy system We are a masc-identity heavy system The majority of our system is queer

We collectively go by Omega or Theta online. Outside of that we use the body's name (we will not be sharing it here) We collectively use He/It pronouns, so if you don't know who's fronting or are referring to us in general just use those pronouns

We block very liberally

We will delete posts as we so choose. One day you might see it, the next it could be gone. Sorry if this causes any confusion!

We struggle with self-acceptance at times to please be patient with us. We're doing our best to get out of that mindset but it's not an easy process

Don't be afraid to let us know if someone is problematic! If we reblog from someone unknowingly then letting us know would be greatly appreciated so we can block them and correct our mistake!

Boundaries

We prefer to interact with people who are at least 16, so if you are younger than that you will be on thin ice with us unless if we're mutuals.

General rule, please don't refer to us as "plural" or to our headmates as "parts". We don't feel comfortable with these terms.

We are open to most questions about being a system, how our system works, or anything else that might be on your mind! We love answering questions (though don't expect this from other systems online- they don't have to share anything if they don't want to).

Our DMs are open unless stated otherwise. If another system needs someone to talk to or is looking for a system friend, then you can come to us! Keep in mind though- we will stop communication and/or block you if we feel super uncomfortable!

We aren't a roleplay account. Please don't try to roleplay with us unless if it's a fandom thing we agreed to and not "oh you have a fictive of x character!", because it makes us uncomfortable.

Interests

Some Media/Shows/Movies that we really enjoy!

Star Wars: The Clone Wars (+ TBB)

Heartstopper

Transformers

Demon Slayer, Naruto, + many more

Detroit: Become Human

Resident Evil (Video Games, not movies)

Subnautica

Destiny (Video Games, both 1 and 2)

Arcane (The Show)

Hades

Red Vs. Blue

Some more obscure ones are...

Orwell: Keeping an Eye on You

In Sound Mind (Video Game)

Firewatch

Some of my other interests include...

The Horror Genre

Cryptids, SCPs, Analogue Horror, and other things of that nature

Music + Composition

Sound Design

Art

Chemistry

History

Geography

Marine Biology

Marching Band (Marching music my beloved)

Learning new instruments (I'm up to 5 now I think)

Writing (I blame fandoms for this)

Of course some of these can vary depending on who's fronting but they are generally pretty consistent? For the most part anyway.

Favorite current songs...

Mayday mayday! by Biometrix

Downfall by NEONI

Outlaw by NEONI

Wonderland by NEONI

Big Guns by NEONI (can you tell we like Neoni?)

E.T. cover by Rain Paris

Beautiful is Boring by BONES UK

THE DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND by BAD OMENS

Underground by Unlike Pluto and 8 Graves

There's more, but the list would be going on forever lol

DNI

You are free to interact if you aren't anywhere on the list below (and if you don't break any boundaries of ours). That being said, DNI if you are...

endo/tulpa or a supporter

transphobe/homophobe/bigot

fakeclaimer

anti-mogai

anti-alterhuman

anti-neo/xenopronouns and genders

transid/transage/transrace

gendercritical

anti-informed self dx

zoophile/MAP/pedophile/proship etc.

anti-semetic

white supremasists/nazis

syscourse

racists of any kind

pro-life/anti-abortion

Anti-Paraphilia recovery

terf/swerf/radqueer/radfem, etc.

Other things to note here:

If you participate in cringe culture, or harass/call other people 'cringe' for doing what they like, I don't want to see you on my blog.

I will block blank blogs because of tumblr bots, so if you don't want that to be you then please make your blog look HUMAN and not a part of that mess.

I do not want to interact with HP fans/stans. Based on the rest of my DNI, the reason should be obvious. If not, just leave, y'all make me uncomfortable.

If you think that all systems have to sign off on every message and/or constantly let you know who's fronting, realize that just...isn't true. We like signing off a lot of posts because that's how we roll, but that doesn't mean other systems have to give you that window into themselves. Hell- we don't have to either if we aren't feeling it.

Once again, don't bring syscourse here. It makes us very, very uncomfortable.

Frequent Fronters

Max (He/It) - Host

Desmond (He/Him) - Co-host

Charlie (He/Him) - Sexual Protector (Kind of? He's our resident romance king)

The Omega System Member Sign-Off Legend

This isn't everyone, but it's the main ones who like speaking on tumblr and social media in general (for the most part)

✧ 🌌 - System tag

✧ 💤 - Max

✧ 💼 - Desmond

✧ 💌 - Charlie

✧ 💕 - Charlie (aka Char)

✧ 📜 - Alexandre (Aka Alex)

✧ 🩸 - Aurelius (aka AZ)

✧ 🎧 - Axel

✧ 🪀 - Chris

✧ 🔪 - Felix

✧ 🌗 - Domino

✧ 🐻 - Harley

✧ 🔥 - Kyo

✧ 🌠 - Sam

✧ 👑 - King

✧ 💣 - Fuse

✧ 🦋 - Kode (Pronounced Cody)

✧ 🐕 - Nick

✧ 🌹 - Nines

✧ 🐏 - Sebastian (aka Seb or Sebs)

✧ 🕷 - Weaver

✧ 🕸 - Xeno

✧ ✈ - Aileron

✧ 🖤 - Vox

✧ 🌧 - Apollo

✧ 💿 - Taz

✧ 🌙 - Soren

✧ 👻 - Talon

✧ 🧊 - Melvin (aka Mel)

✧ 🕊 - Marcel

✧ 🎵 - Liam

✧ 🎮 - Mustard

✧ 🌳 - Aspen

✧ 🌑 - Anakin

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dragonblobz · 2 years

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Injuries Chapter 6

After literally over a year bgbgdf here it is. I wrote this to 28 days later by biometrix

Your vision is blurry as you awaken. Everything is dark. And painful.

You try to lift your head. Fail. Your neck hurts. And you wheeze a dry exhalation of pain.

Dry. Your mouth feels like sandpaper. Tongue scraping against the roof of your mouth like a piece of old limp leather. Lips sticking to your teeth.

A fortifying breath. And you finally lift your head. Eyes adjusting slowly to the darkness. The fire had probably gone out hours ago.

You’re in your little tent. On your little cot. Alone. The full moon looks like a blurry coin thru the material of the tent. Illuminating just enough for you to see how utterly alone you are.

He’s gone. The alien who had spent the entirety of the previous day extracting every morsel of enjoyment from your body that you’re capable of giving. Even more than you’re capable of after you’d lost consciousness.

You can see that he’s not in your tent. The door is zipped closed. And the night is alive with the sounds of insects and frog’s chatter.

You lower your head back to the pillow. Close your eyes. Take mental stock of your own condition.

Headache. Your body feels like its been pulverized. Even breathing hurts. And you’re SO thirsty.

You’re laying on your back, still quite naked, the covers laid over you neatly. And the idea of him laying you correctly, pillow plump beneath your head, covers secure and unruffled, door secure and closed……. There is an odd heaviness at these things. He had not portrayed the sort of attitude of being careful of such things. And there is a lonely finality about it.

As rude and brutal as he’d been. As painful and awful….. he had still been somebody. Visceral proof of your not being so…… alone. A way to ignore what’s happening to the planet around you, however futile.

You move to sit up, and it’s horrible. It feels like you’ve been in a fistfight. A bad one. And your lower belly feels as if it’s suffered the most. He….. had not been gentle.

Finding your backpack isn’t easy. You stub your toe on something hard and cold. You curse and reach down to grasp at the affected digit. Your hand brushes against the offending object. It’s your flashlight. And you’re so happy about this that you’re not even upset about the pain anymore.

You flick it on. The beam of light is yellow and warm and comforting. And the first thing it lands on is your canteen.

Your drinking is careless and greedy. You drain almost the whole thing. Use the rest to wash down a few tylenol. Then finally find the nerve to look at yourself under the light.

You’re covered in bruises. You can see the marks, stained and ugly beneath the warm light. Each individual finger clearly visible as if the alien had dipped his hands in ink before touching you.

“Great. I look like a fuckn Dalmatian.” Your own voice shocks you. So unlike the sounds of nature around your tent. You don’t speak again.

Setting the flashlight down carefully so that the light pans around your tent, you spy your crumpled shirt you’d tossed earlier. And so you pull this over your head. The cotton hem tickles at your thighs.

Another lump of shadow at the floor of your tent catches your eye. And so you pick it up.

It’s the splint you’d made for him. As well as all the bandages. And it’s completely destroyed. As if, rather than unwrap it from himself, he’d simply bent his leg and snapped the splint and allowed it to fall away.

You sit on your little cot. Rolling these pieces on your hands. Studying them as you consider what to do next.

You should build another fire. You’ve got the wood to do so. And you know a fire is the best bet to detouring another visit from that bear or creatures like it.

But the idea of leaving your tent….. of even unzipping that door…… is suddenly very frightening. To go outside, and see NO traces of anyone….. to be all alone beneath that moon. Its suddenly so scary that your belly feels all cold.

But it needs to be done.

You rummage thru your pack until you find one of your lighters. You don’t bother pulling your pants on. It’s just outside, and what’s the point aside from that? You’re all….. alone.

The zipper sounds like a tiny cackling gremlin as you slowly pull it back. And the darkness outside is so open…… you flick your flashlight off. An unnameable feeling of being watched. But the forest continues to chortle and breathe and make its creature noises despite your nervousness.

There is a slight breeze. And this is oddly soothing. More noise to cover your steps and thundering heart.

Starting the fire is a bitch because of it tho. The capricious breeze puffing out the tiny flames even as they begin to form. But start it you do.

Its pleasant and warm. And just as your palms feel the tender heat and the light begins to beat the gloom away from you….

“Well hello there. Aren’t you awfully far away from anyone that could help you?”

Every hair on your body stands on end. Adrenaline coursing and screaming inside your body. This isn’t HIS voice. Its deep and gravelly. And absolutely evil.

You whirl. Suddenly very afraid and regretting your decision to exit your tent in only a fucking tee shirt.

You cant see it precisely. It’s just outside of the light from the little fire. And BECAUSE of that fire your eyes are no longer adjusted to the low moonlight.

“W-what about you? Do… do you n-need help?”

What a fucking asinine question. Your voice is just a little frightened croak. As if perhaps a harmless offer to help might detour that evil big shadow.

Its shoulders are all hunched. As if it’s spine is curved. And it’s very very tall. You know, without being told, that it’s as human as your previous companion had been.

It laughs at your question. You can see that shadow throw its head back. Can see the dark vision of what has to be a muzzle. Nope. Not human.

You reach blindly for your flashlight as it speaks again. Clouds roll over the moon and you can’t see it at all.

“Oh I think you CAN help me. I smell him. Tell me where he is, and maybe I’ll kill you fast. Nice and clean.” This is almost a purr. A deep beastly preen.

Your fingertips flail around, seeking that light. You KNOW who it’s talking about. Your companion. And you don’t know why, but you don’t want to betray him. Even if he DID abandon you.

“I’m afraid I don’t know. S-sorry. I’m s-sorry.”

Its response is instant. And far more evil and cruel.

“Lying to me is stupid. I can smell our Lord on you. Scouter might be wrecked, but this nose doesn’t lie. Ah well. I ain’t got the patience for civility. And I’m…… hungry…..”

This is NOT a stranger asking for food. You know this as surely as you know that this evil tone carries sinister intent. But you still try to deflect with kindness.

“I’ve got… granola bars….. and p-peanut butter…… who is……. Your Lord??”

Your hand finally closes around your flashlight. And you brandish the beam like a weapon. It lands on the thing……

It’s a hairy fanged horror. Some giant fur covered beast in strange armor. All hunched with its dripping long snout prickling with fangs. And it’s eyes reflect the light like coals.

It’s thin lips pull back, a fetid grin of pointed teeth.

“That Saiyan got to him. And his little friends sure messed us up. Damn ship left without us. Most of our equipment was lost. I’d thought I’d be in trouble for losing. But finding HIM will sure set me straight. Be a dear and tell me where he is before I eat your nice little heart…..”

It trails off, not bothering to speak anymore. Just grinning at you as you look upon it in terror.

It’s a fool’s errand. But you do it anyway. Clutch the flashlight white knuckle tight as you turn and flee. Yellow beam of light swirling and jerking erratically. Not bothering with the tent. Instead, the rocks and brush bite at your feet and legs as you leave the clearing. Your little apocalyptic home.

It roars behind you. Laughter and words.

“OH YOU’LL TELL ME. YOU’LL TELL ME EVERYTHING I WANT TO KNOW! AND YOU’LL SCREAM TOO!!”

What follows these words is a deep hellish sound. A beast’s feeding cry. But you can barely hear it over your heartbeat pitter pattering in rabbit terror. You’re going….. to die. All alone with nobody to help you.

It’s a game. A horrible heartless game. It’s laughter and roaring echoes around you as you run, uncaring of the brambles biting into your shins. Of the low branches lashing at your arms and crying face.

First on one side. Then the other. Those howling roars and cackling. As if this awful armored alien is taunting you. Hunting you. Toying with you. Simmering you in the juices of your own sweat and fear.

Agony blazes up your left leg as it collides with an upraised tree root. A sharp fire of pain that makes you squeal out, every bit like a rabbit.

And you’re down. And it’s so FAST. You barely have time to roll to your back, hands flailing about for that flashlight, before its upon you.

That flashlight has landed some distance away. The beam is not directly upon you. But its bright enough that you can see the silhouette of that yawning maw above you. All those prickle fangs dripping and flashing in the light of the wane moon as the clouds finally peel away from it.

A sharp sting on your chest. Its claws raking at this fragile skin, drawing rivulets of blood.

Its speaking. But your mind is getting all fuzzy. So afraid. The fresh moonlight over this things shoulder is almost dazzling. An emotionless omnipotent eye just watching you die. Its TELLING you…. Who…..

“One last chance…..” the beast is grunting and sniffling at your soft throat.

“Tell me where Frieza is. You know. You REEK of him. Tell me….. and I’ll kill you nice and fast.”

“F-frieza……” Your voice is tinny and hollow. So afraid.

“N-no. That wasn’t….. Frieza…..” It couldn’t be. You could NOT have just spent an entire day in bed with the very creature whom has killed most of your species.

The fear is gone so suddenly. You are numb.

“Short shit. Little white guy. Purple head.”

The beast freezes, no longer snuffling at your neck. Listening intently. You begin to giggle. Hysteria. You KNOW…..

“Oh…. You stupid thing…” You can barely speak thru your robotic giggles. The monster above you is as still as a statue.

“You can smell him….. you can SMELL him…… you can SMELL what he….. did….. go on….” You splutter. Laughter and madness.

“Go ON. Kill me……” Your hands snake up. Fist. Beat at its chest. Not to fight. But in insane hilarity. It isn’t moving. In fact, it’s not even looking at you. And its voice is barely heard over your terrified laughter.

“My Lord….” It sounds as terrified as you feel. And its looking at something you cant see.

It opens it’s mouth. As if it’s wanting to plead for something. But it never has the chance.

Blood smatters against your face. And light so bright that you must squeeze your eyes closed. Violet. You can feel the little splattering stings. As if this blood has been super heated. Little sizzling burns all over your skin. And the monster is just…… gone. Blown clear from your body.

Your eyes blink open. You can taste an acrid electric flavor. Smell that same sting. But that light has blinded you.

It doesn’t matter. Only one person has made you smell this smell. Only one person has made you taste this acrid taste.

“Its you….. you’re the one who….. did this….. to us…..”

Even as you're accusing, even as your eyes cannot focus, you’re still reaching up. Hands clawing at air and reaching for him.

“Frieza…… you’re him…..”

“Am I?”

His voice, even mocking and exasperated as it is, still makes you gasp. Still makes you cry.

“You…. Came back…..” you blink tears back rapidly as he comes into focus between your reaching grasping fingers.

This apparently annoys him. His little face scowls down at you.

“Of course I came back, you fool. Your provisions are abominable.” At these words, he holds up a slimy object he’d been clutching in his other hand. It’s a large fish. You’re simply gasping. Laughing. Hands reaching for him like a plant to light.

“This is clean unrefined protein. Much more nourishing than that offal you had given to me before.”

He crouches. Seemingly unconcerned with your human hands touching his face. Stinging pain as his cool fingers prod at those fresh wounds at your chest. He scoffs.

“That waste of oxygen scratched my toy….. how very….. uncouth…..”

Your giggles are genuine now. No fear. Fingertips brushing at his dark lips.

“Toy?.... you brought me….. a fuckn fish……”

Those ruby pupils meet your eyes now.

“Unrefined protein, (Y/N).”

At this, he drops that fish unceremoniously onto your chest. Right on those wounds. You hiss and splutter.

“It’s a fuckn fish. And you’re fuckn Frieza. And….”

Your words die away as he leans low. Slides those invincible cold arms beneath your human body. And lifts your larger body to his chest as if you weigh no more than that fish on your chest.

“So I’m Frieza?” His voice is jovial as he rises. Far too high to simply be standing. “That is my name?” He looks down at you with a dapper little smirk.

You don’t answer him. Just stare. Realization sinking in. Awe. Before a quiet little statement.

“We’re f-flying…”

He rolls his eyes.

“Of course we’re flying? Why would we walk? You’re clearly exhausted. I’m taking you back to your hovel so that you might rest.”

You cant help your exhausted smile. You feel so relieved.

“Hovel huh…..”

He laughs. Its actually….. a nice sound.

“Shut up, human. And hold our fish, will you?”

#injuries #chapter 6 #tw pursuit #tw gore #tw death #my writing

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