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One of my more minor gripes about the "serial killer alter" trope is that I think there is opportunity for genuine, well-made stories about a system that kills. You could potentially write some really interesting stories involving internal conflict over murder in a system – for instance, if a system killed once in self-defense, and one of the headmates is keeping that memory from the rest of them. Or if an alter came back from dormancy to find out the world's gone to shit and everyone knows "them" as the one willing to kill to protect their group of survivors. Hell, fuck it, have some kind of "no, I'm being literal when I say the version of me that you knew isn't present anymore, this isn't some metaphor for how I've become ~evil~" conflict! So long as it's done in a way that gives the system in question nuance and reason for their actions, I'd be willing to see where the story is going with this!
But nooooooo, it's all stock-standard "this one alter kills others for no good reason" shit with a dash of "don't look too long into the implications that this plural superhero/anti-hero just killed a bunch of people, just accept that they do this" hand-waving that makes people think we're going to stab them if they look away for too long. It's always "this imposter is pretending to be our loved one for nefarious reasons" angst and never "oh shit we treated this alter like shit for just being different than the host" angst. There's not even any originality smh smh. We've already gotten a thousand of these horror plots that use plurality as a one-size-fits-all villain cap; I'm sure horror, whump, and angst writers can do better if they really want to write about a system that kills others
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do u have any tips in case a singlet wants to write a system
This went unanswered for a long time because We were going back and forth about answering this with an essay but honestly? The best tip I can give is to not overthink it.
Plenty of singlet (or possibly singlet) writers write plurality very well! I think it's a decently common joke for systems to point out how random characters are basically systems in all but name when that may not have been the author's intention. The thing about plurality in fiction is that it's a trope in the way gender fuckery can be a trope; people can write plurality without knowing about IRL plurality and people can write about gender fuckery without knowing about IRL gender fuckery. Plurality is such a natural concept (and extrapolation of wondering about the self/personhood/one's body/a number of things, really) that people can write it without being aware it's a reality for some folks. It's not that weird for an author to go "what if this person was actually many persons" (whether metaphorically or literally) and add that to their story. It's just a thing that happens.
So, I guess I'm saying that you don't need to put a lot of pressure on yourself on getting everything exact or realistic so much as just letting your story breathe with the plurality you add to it. Especially with how different systems can be; we're a really diverse bunch, so something that makes one system go "That's me!" will inevitably make another go "This isn't like me at all." Don't worry so much about being realistic or resonating with every system out there. And again, don't overthink it – the only thing I'd really recommend you ask around about is how plurality affects different areas of people's lives. You'll probably get a variety of answers, so choose what works best for your character, but the point is that being a system is something that affects a lot more of one's life than one might think (especially when it comes to making decisions; we've got to take each other into account for those), so including that makes your character really pop out to us plurals.
Because the thing is, although a lot of singlet writers are good at writing plurality, they're not always good at keeping it consistent. And by that I mean they seem to forget it exists whenever it's not immediately relevant to a scene, treating the system's plurality as only a plot device, rather than something that affects the character. Plurality can be a plot device, but if it's only ever treated as that and the author conveniently forgets the implications of it (like how it affects everyday life, or how the character might feel about their plurality, or how others might react to it), it becomes rather hollow. It's failed potential, in a sense. Like when a really cool detail of a character's past gets brought up for one paragraph and then never again, or a character detail is casually mentioned but the reader goes, "Wait, shouldn't this be a big deal?" You don't have to make your character's plurality an emotionally big deal, but it should still be an important aspect of their life, and that's the hole most of these authors fall into; they know plurality as a trope, and they know how they want to use that trope, but they limit themselves to how they want to use it, and don't see how they could be using it in other ways – how it might be more logical to use it, even.
It's a double-edged sword, this awareness of plurality only as a concept. Luckily for you, you have plenty of examples to turn to about the wacky, mundane, and upsetting stuff systems get up to in everyday life, and how our plurality affects us (and if you want to ask about specific scenarios, plenty of systems are fine with answering questions like that!). Include bits of that here and there, and you're good to go.
TLDR: if you're adding a system character to your roster, don't work yourself into a tizzy trying to get everything "right", but ask yourself every once in a while if/how their plurality would affect things. The only things we ask are to not rely on the evil alter trope and to not reduce plurality to an unimportant detail or something that doesn't really affect your character, since even if it's something casual to the character, it's still something that's constantly going to be a part of them.
(Oh, but as a final extra tip... since no one way of writing a system is going to resonate with all of us, go ahead and embrace that. Make your character's plurality specific to them, and ask lots of questions about what different aspects of system life are like to them. What's switching like for them? Do they have memory issues? Does their family know? Does anyone? What's their origin(s)? Do those origins still affect them today? Do they have an innerworld? Stuff like that! It's a whole new world of character customization, so go ham and bring your character's system to life.)
Hope this helps!
#this looks like a lot but it's a lot shorter than what we originally wrote#asks#not a prompt#pluralprose#long post
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The Structure Fell About Our Feet (And We Were Free to Go)
Chapter 1: Try One, and Try Two
Summary:
Some time after the Rapture, Gem used a spell she found in some far-flung ancient library to let an Eldritch Entity™ share her body in exchange for power and protection.
There's just one problem; when it comes time to introduce those she's close to to her new headmate, fWhip isn't exactly happy about her decision.
Notes: This was partly inspired by Prompt #1,051 by @pluralprompts, except we sorta accidentally stopped reading halfway through because we got Ideas after just reading the first bit. Oops?
Read on ao3 here.
Fic:
“You’re not Gem.” fWhip said, fixing her with a glare that made her feel the need to turn her practice sword on him in self-defense.
Gem wouldn’t like that, though, so she refrained, letting it swing idly by her side. (Oh, to have hands with which to hold a sword, and arms with which to swing it!) This was earlier than they’d planned to tell him, but, well, now was as good a time as any.
“Not… exactly?” she replied, face contorting into an awkward expression she was starting to become very familiar with.
fWhip’s red-orange magical aura, smelling of ozone and fire and a strange sort of crisp decay she couldn’t quite place (Autumn, Gem informed her kindly, it makes sense that you wouldn’t recognize it, since the End has no seasons, but you’ll experience it for yourself soon enough), exploded outward in an angry wave.
(Hang on, she thought, I was under the impression you were both human.
Mostly, Gem replied, by which I mean about three eighths, I think. We’re changelings.
That explains a lot, she thought back.
Thanks. Gem’s grin was inseparable from the feeling of the word.)
“What do you mean, ‘not exactly’?” Sausage broke in.
“I go by Gem, now that I’m here,” she gestured at the meat suit Gem had been so kind as to share with her, “but I’m not the Gem you know.”
She was shaking. Why was she shaking? It felt like the rush of adrenaline that came with battle, but without any of the focus, without any outlet. (We’re nervous, Gem informed her, not exactly calm, but warm and safe, take a deep breath.) She did, and was surprised to find how much it helped.
“Oh,” Sausage replied, clearly not understanding, “then if you aren’t Gem, how are you in Gem’s body?”
“She let me in. We have an agreement,” she stated.
“My sister would never let someone take over her body,” fWhip accused, shooting daggers at her with his eyes.
(Stay calm, Gem told her, if you…
I know, I know, she replied, You’ve sent me practically every memory you have of him in preparation for this, remember?
Right, Gem answered, just worried, is all.)
“I didn’t take over,” she replied to Gem’s brother, “your Gem has just as much control as I do. We take turns. I’m mostly in control right now, because I wanted to spar with Sausage, but she’s here too.”
“And we’re just supposed to take your word for it?” fWhip asked incredulously. “How long have you been in there with her without telling us? Without telling me?”
She could feel the fire that was her headmate pulse hotter for just a moment. Remembering what Gem had told her, she took a deep breath, and the inferno quickly returned to its customary warm glow.
“Maybe we should trust Gem, fWhip,” Sausage spoke up before she had the chance, “you know how cautious she is, she wouldn’t do anything like this unless she knew it was completely, 100% safe.”
“Maybe she didn’t have a choice, Sausage,” fWhip replied, “also, you let yourself get possessed by a demon, so forgive me for not totally trusting your judgement in this matter.”
“Will you at least give me a chance to explain?” she interrupted.
Sausage and fWhip turned back towards her. fWhip didn’t look happy about it.
“Gem was the one who suggested this… arrangement. She wanted power and protection, and I wanted to experience the world,” she began, an uncomfortable, restless churning sensation filling her abdominal cavity, “I’m not sure all the details of how she bound us together, some spell book she found in a dusty basement or something, but it was completely her choice. You can ask her about the terms of our arrangement later. She’ll corroborate what I’m saying.”
fWhip fixed her with a skeptical glare, “I want to speak to my sister. Now, not later. Prove she’s really here and you’re not just controlling her.”
She paused, closing her eyes. Gem’s wordless and slightly playful outrage drifted towards her.
“Gem says to tell you that it’s rude to demand she come out when I’m already here,” she interpreted.
“Then ask her what the heck she was thinking, inviting a strange demon-spirit-entity-thing she knows nothing about into her body!” fWhip demanded, having apparently judged the message she’d passed on as something his twin would say.
The sting of betrayal welled up in her chest, alongside a strange sort of exhausted exasperation, and tears pricked at her eyes. The feelings weren’t hers, but she felt them, and Gem carefully shoving them down, all the same.
“Just because Gem’s your sister doesn’t mean you know what’s best for her, you know,” she spit out, “We both know you mean well, but she’s an adult; she can make her own decisions.”
(Reva… Gem scolded, somewhere between dryly amused and anxious.)
“Besides, I’m not a stranger; I’d already been working with Gem for years before she bound us together,” she added.
fWhip opened his mouth as if to respond, then closed it again, storming off.
She and Sausage stared after him for a minute.
(That could’ve gone worse, Gem thought, tone as cheerful as she could muster.
Yeah, no, that went great, she replied. Are you okay?
Gem’s lack of a response spoke volumes.)
“So… do you wanna continue sparring, or…?” Sausage asked.
“I think we need to go home and rest after all that,” she replied, “sorry.”
“No problem!” he said, “It was nice meeting you, uhh… Other Gem? Can I call you Other Gem?”
“Other Gem works,” she shrugged. “See you around?”
“Anytime.”
She flew off.
Additional notes:
This is sorta a prequel to some planned Gem-centric works in our plural!hermits series, but since we haven't actually written them yet this is more like a sneak peak/fun preview.
Other Gem's name before Gem bound them together was Revañae, a word from a conlang we made for the inhabitants of the end in a different mcyt series. It literally translates to something along the lines of "void dragon" and is really more of a title than a name, so Other Gem decided to start going by Gem once she and Gem were bound together and she started creating a proper identity for herself. Gem still calls her Reva in the headspace sometimes though.
Also! Other Gem will eventually become hermit!Gem. Hence why this is relevant to the plural!hermits series. That's still a long way off at the time this takes place though.
#plurality#endo safe#geminitag#empires s1#empiresblr#esmp s1#roseblings#geminitay#fwhip#mythicalsausage#fanfiction#anti endos dni#actually plural#plural system#wither rose alliance#post empires s1 finale#post canon#light angst with a happy ending#pluralprose
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and today, we learn a very important lesson about unconscious bias in writing called:
"wait, we have fibromyalgia?"
//looks at all their characters writhing in fatigue and agony//
#pluralprose#writers on tumblr#writing#writblr#writer#fibromyalgia#spoonie#rook rambles#we officially confirmed it today but we've spent about three months realizing we experience non normative amounts of pain lmao#the editing phase is going to be very fun now that we can't unsee our pain bias#guess all our characters just have canon chronic pain lmao#as a treat#-sky
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i'm not sure if anyone has done this but if they have please send it to me- i keep thinking about this concept of. you know how the crying child from fnaf has multiple fanon names? yeah imagine he uses several of those names because he's a system. i do not have the motivation to write this myself but if someone wants to and/or has already written this please please PLEASE show me 🥺
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the love of all things (300 words)
What are you thinking? hums the voice of his deity, reverberating against the walls of his skull, the walls of the temple, the sliver of night sky he can see through the open window. A mourning dove cries somewhere far beyond the confines of the praying room. With only a moment’s thought he knows that it is She who spoke to him.
“Greatest and most beloved. Is He there too?” Alexander asks.
Yes, hum their voices. Yes, he is; yes, I am, in perfect unison, their words overlapping like waves on the shore. He hears them perfectly, of course. Since he came to them he always has.
Good evening, says He, as She remains silent. Answer her question, little thing, if you wish it.
He has been here only half an hour; every time he visits it takes less time for them to notice him, and the other monks are so very jealous. By the rules of the outside world, having drawn their attentions allows him to make the law, to interpret the will of the Two Beyond; although he is certain he has never erred in his judgment, he thinks perhaps this respect is the only thing he has ever received unfairly. It is not the other monks’ fault they are not so clever, or so interesting, or so pretty.
“I am thinking,” he says to the Gods Beyond Name, the greatest and most beloved, the shapers of fire and water, the Makers of All Law, the Dying and the Rising, the Sharpened and the Softened, the Bloodied and the Gracious, the only two things in the world, “that I would kiss you both on your raw red mouth, if you had one.”
A crack forms in the stone beneath him, the closest thing they have to a smile.
#hamilton#hamilton fanfiction#john laurens#alexander hamilton#eliza schuyler#pluralfic#pluralprose#gods#fanfic#fic#drabble#elams#lams#hamliza
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For updates and other fic-related content, check our #tiots tag!
"As the Sword Saint, I pledge that I will protect Cindy and Grandiel…"
Recovery is not linear, when it comes to most things. In Kyle's case, especially, recovery fails to be as fast as he wishes it could be. Every night it seems he still has nightmares about blue eyes, being hunted, and ultimately being used as a means to the Demonic God's end.
At least, that's what they all thought.
Kyle's soul had always been special. Some things are inexorable, when you are torn in more than one direction with your identity. Kyle discovers that he's not as alone as he thought with his trauma.
A fic exploring Kyle's recovery from the events of Grand Chase: Dimensional Chaser, in which the dead are not quite dead, and everyone wants to move on but the bindings of fate.
Our fic, "Useless Memories," is functionally canon to this fic, but should be supplemental at most (unnecessary to read, but check it out if you want to!). Also, please note that I haven't been able to read Cindy's likeability, so if this fic contradicts with anything in that, that absolutely was not intended.
Character Tags: Kyle (Grand Chase), Cindy (Grand Chase), Grandiel (Grand Chase), Heitaros (Grand Chase), Baldinar (Grand Chase), Mandragora (Grand Chase)
Relationship Tags: Kyle & Cindy, Kyle & Grandiel, Kyle & Baldinar, Kyle & Heitaros, Heitaros & Baldinar, Kyle & Mandragora, Heitaros & Mandragora
Others: Kyle has PTSD - Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, Kyle Has DID, Kyle Has Dissociative Identity Disorder, Dissociative Identity Disorder, Dissociation, Kyle is Plural, Plurality/Multiplicity, Possession to Plurality, Reincarnation to Plurality, Canon Compliant if You Squint, Post World 13 (Demon World - Terre), Mandragora Has a Heart, Enemies to Begrudging Headmates, Volatile Amounts of Headcanons, Plural Author Writing Plural Characters, Kyle is Irrevocably Changed by the Plot in Ways Both Physical and Mental
#grand chase#pluralprose#tiots#kyle#heitaros#baldinar#grandiel#cindy#mandragora#my writing#fan fiction#we've decided we're going to feed ourselves#we've been working on this for a week and are currently drafting chapter 8#-h
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"Person A has become System B's caregiver after their parents left them. Although they know about System B's plurality, they weren't expecting Headmate C, the system's parental figure, to talk with them about them taking care of the system, let alone being thanked by Headmate C for it." - @pluralprompts (altered slightly)
Your name is Deliah and but it was also Jean, Danny, and Iris and much more. You're shaking as you're being driven to a home- a new home. Somewhere where you'll be safe after your parents abandoned you all for a multitude of reasons. The important part was that you're safe and in a car with your girlfriend of two years, Hannah. She's a singlet and you two are happy, despite it all. She was taking you to her apartment. Your name is Deliah and the night sky is too bright and dangerous right now to be under. Your name is Deliah but you know soon it won't be. You think Danny is near. You feel him and you just want him to come in the fronting room and tell you everything will be okay.
Hannah clears her throat and you look up, her eyes were shining with tears you know she wanted to cry but you also knew she was trying to be strong for you. You wanted to be strong for you too.
"I'm just letting you know," she says, her voice even despite her eyes lying, "I'm proud of you and that you can switch out. This is hard for everyone. I'm proud of everyone else too,"
You feel tears roll down your cheeks. That seemed to be enough words for all three of you. Danny hugs you tightly while Hannah holds your hand. The love and fear mix in like honey and water, so sweet but also so empty.
"It'll be okay," Danny says in a firm voice. You could feel his fear but it was hard to tell when you're crying. "I'll get us safe,"
Your name was now Danny and you had a job to do and a new person to thank besides Deliah. Your name was Danny and you're scared but you know this was the best possible outcome. Your name was Danny and you're tasting Deliah's tears and holding Hannah's hand, and you're scared.
"Hannah," You say in a voice that was deeper and much more present. "It's Danny,"
Hannah's eyes, despite being on the road, widen and take a quick glance between you and the road. She didn't expect you. You don't usually talk aside from text message because you hated your voice. This was important.
"Hi, Danny!" She says with too much fake niceness. "You doing okay?"
"Thank you," You say, gripping Hannah's hand and squeezing it. You didn't want to let go. "You've done so much for us and we really do appreciate it. We try to tell you that every day of our lives but I think you need to be told it, especially now. Hannah, thank you,"
Hannah is clearly trying to keep it together, the red from the stop reflecting through her shiny eyes and crystal tears. You know it was the right thing to say but her hesitation makes you think it wasn't.
"Danny... anyone who loves you guys would've done this," She says after a moment, finally reaching a neighborhood that led to her apartment. "You all trusting me with this... it truly is, and I mean this, the most meaningful sign of trust. I love you all so much and that'll never stop,"
You smile as she stops at her apartment, not being able to help the hug that said a thousand words.
Your name was Danny, most of the time Deliah, and sometimes Jean and Iris, and you're home now.
#two in one day les go#written by anna#pluralprose#plurality#pluralgang#plural system#plural#endo safe
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Have some more Plural Leo thoughts:
Leo has had some sort of Plurality ever since he was younger where he'd talk to his "imaginary" friends who claimed to be watching over him
Sprinter used to be concerned as to why Leo knew so many names he had only heard stories about from his mother an old his grandfather. Because of the effects it had on his mental health and his want to forget his human life Splinter eventually tried to get Leo to understand that he these people's he's "imagining" aren't real and he needs to stop talking to them
Leo forces himself to stop talking to them because of this and when he grew older and thought it was childish to have "imaginary" friends
However, he could sometimes still feel something there even if he refused to acknowledge it
Leo grew up learning at a young but later age that Raph was plural and had an easy time accepting this because nearly everything Raph explained made sense to him (Mikey and Donnie of course embraced this aspect of there family, but it was definitely something neither of them seemed to understand to the level Leo somehow did. No one thought it was weird)
Because of how understanding Leo was Raph would sometimes find Leo as a safe place to vent about Plural things and Leo being Leo of course still made light on the matter but listened as well
It continued like this until the first mention of the Shredder where his mind seemed to somehow become loud with thoughts and things that were him
The sudden change scares him and he went to his brothers ro try and figure out what was happening to him
They find out that Leo may be a system as well
Their family starts recounting things that have happened in his childhood and realization falls that perhaps Leo has always been Plural in a much larger scale and sense than even Raphael
Leo of course is in denial because he wants to have his life for himself, he shouldn't have to deal with having to share himself. Not only that but because his experiences aren't like Raph's and his headmates, so he uses that as a frame that he can't be a part of a System even if deep down he knows that doesn't mean anything.
However the moment that Karai arrives it's evident he can't hide this aspect of himself any longer because the voices in his head make him depersonalize with how they all seem to overwhelm one another over the feelings of their shared family member
Her explanation on the Hamato spiritual connection links everything together and everyone realizes that Leo's linked to his family is a Plural way that no one else is
This slightly changes the ending of the ROTTMNT series, but Leo is able to actually see and call and speak to the people who have watched over and spoken to him since the beginning
Leo eventually accepts this new part of his life as he figures out with his past and present family on how to navigate this change, the boundaries between Leo and everyone else, and so on
(Previous posts about Plural Leo x and x)
#fox speaks#my writing#writing#rottmnt#tmnt#rise of the tmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#plurality#Plural Leo#Plural Raph#tmnt 2k18#tmnt rise#tmnt 2018#pluralprose
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Prompt #401 System A travels back in time and meets their past self, from before they knew they were a system. How does their conversation pan out?
"Hey." Gabbie heard a voice from behind her.
"The fuck are you-" She whirled around to face them.
"Complicated." Came a chuckle.
"Who are you?"
"That's... also complicated. Uuuuh... Hmm." A nod. "Sure." Their head ticked to the side. "I'm Gabbie Lewis." A grin.
"But I'm Gabbie Lewis!"
"And your intrusive thoughts are named Fiona."
"Wha-"
"Don't worry she gets to be a better person."
"You can't be me! Why's your hair so long?"
"Sasha wanted it long." They shrugged.
"Who's Sasha?"
"The cohost."
"What's a-" Gabbie was interuppted by a beep.
"Oh! I gotta go. Sasha says she can't wait to meet you. Peace!"
Gabbie was left sitting there contemplating existence
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mildly horny pluralfic, set in the burr/laurens telepathy au at some undisclosed time
#hamilton#hamilton musical#fanfiction#burrens#aaron burr#john laurens#burr/laurens telepathy au#pluralfic#pluralprose
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Okay, so this may or may not make sense, but you know what I love? "Came back wrong" from a plural perspective. It's like reading about plurality but without the plurality
Everyone expects you to be who you were, but you can't be, because who you were is not who you are. They might as well have been someone else – hell, maybe they were. Maybe the "you" you were and the "you" you are are different people, or different enough to be seen as such. And you've come back wrong but you never came back at all, you just got forced into the body and life of someone else who you now have to be (but are they really someone else if everyone keeps saying they were you?). And you came back "wrong" but the only thing that's wrong is that you cannot perfectly emulate the person you were-but-weren't, for which you are judged as a failure, a monster. You are not allowed to be yourself, you are only allowed to be a "you" you no longer are. That same "you" that never came back, will never come back, that died or disappeared and now you're in their place because someone has to keep this marathon of a life going. You are you but not "you" and how hard must you fight to make people see you instead of the echoes of the person you no longer are (and maybe never were)?
Gives me shivers. I love it.
#plurality#pluralgang#actuallyplural#plural system#actuallymultiple#spirit.txt#front soup.txt#pluralprose
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do you have tips for writing plural chracters?
I suppose we can think of a few:
Every system is different, and so to is every expression of plurality. You don't have to worry about making every single detail realistic, because what's "realistic" to one system may sound bonkers to another! There's a good amount of wiggle room to customize to your story and character, especially considering a little bit of suspended disbelief is only natural for fictional characters.
With that in mind, set a baseline for your character's system stuff early on in your notes! You can think of it like the first outlines of a D&D character, thinking about their strengths, weaknesses, and quirks when it comes to skills and items. For skills, you'd have internal communication, external communication, switching, memory recall, etc. What's their level in each of these skills? What does each skill look like for them, most of the time? Did these skills come naturally, or did they have to work for them? And for items – do they use fronting indicators? Tools like a journal or phone app to remember things? Hell, do they have any plural pride merch? Ask yourself questions about what common aspects of system life look for them, and then build from there as needed.
If detailing every system member stresses you out, remember that you don't have to. You can just go "yeah, I think this concept works as a headmate" and leave it at that. Trying to make each headmate Super Specific And Separate from the rest of their system can be detrimental, anyway – it's very common for headmates find themselves "spilling over" into each other in some way, from passive influence to bleedover to just naturally picking up the same habits due to being around each all the time and/or sharing the same body. So, remember that you don't need headmates figured out down to the last detail. Figure out the general idea of a headmate and then let yourself explore from there – and don't be afraid to rework or discard headmates that aren't working for you! You want to make sure you enjoy writing this character, and you can't do that if you spend all your time fighting what you've created.
If anyone else has anything to add on, please do! In the meantime, we hope this helps!
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Plural Prose Project Masterpost (yes)
This project is just us writing plural characters or ourselves to @/pluralprompts' posts, often for fun and sometimes as a form of documenting ourselves and/or experimenting with what-if scenarios. We'll list all Plural Prose posts we make here, classed in general tone. (some of them sit under cuts, for the simple reason that they engage in often triggering topics.)
Comical Tone :
- Space Bandits(&)
- Flamingos???
Serious Tone :
- The Discovery
- I don't care.
Angst :
- All over again...
Extras :
- my gender is... (no prompt)
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trying to outline the plot for a longer project for the first time in a very long time. doing a dump doc style outline, though, and it's very wild compared to the "bullet point chap by chap" thing. we're instead doing a paragraphed outline thing.
and uh. wow. it's like 20 pages so far. i think the outline is aaaaalmost done? but wow. this is weird. is this what it feels like to write an actually detailed outline for a thing? instead of just having it in your brain and kind of loosely messing around with it like it's a connect the dots? (we are a plantser; the brain outline generally gets us from point A to Z)
anyways we're branching out with a novel idea that's not part of our series which is kind of exciting but also a little anxiety inducing. it's closer to the sci-fi end of things as opposed to our usual fantasy niche.
-res
#pluralprose#writers on tumblr#writing#writblr#writer#rook rambles#we don't really post here that often which is almost entirely just because we're very busy with non-writing shit#(aka having to work a 9-5 in manufacturing)#but we had to take time off because Oops Tragedy Strikes#so we've spent it doing pokemon then doing a bunch of this#we also edited some pen stuff on the way out of town#edit: removing the spoonie tag because i copied and pasted my tags from our last personal post oopsies#like technically this is us as a spoonie talking about writing processes but waaagh#inaccurate tag anyways#-res#quartzproj
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prompt #379
this is (sorta) based on @pluralprompts's prompt #379 ("Write about a system buying a new jacket!). pluralprompts is the best we appreciate pluralprompts in this house
this is 665 words so it's under a cut! this is part of a larger au but we haven't written literally anything else sooooo hope y'all enjoy these contextless sibling feelings/gender feelings/plural feelings. pure self indulgence here tbh
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This hadn’t been the plan. It wasn’t a good use of her time, or particularly responsible, or even in-character. But she’d come home after two straight hours at the library, arguing with Candace Rowe of all people about their group project on symbolism in the Great Gatsby, and found Araminta singing in the attic, so it had made sense at the time, when she proposed it.
Araminta’s just so sad so much of the time, is all, and Lizzie hasn’t known she existed long enough to be a particularly good sister to her. Besides, John (she supposes she should call him that, now) wouldn’t have had the patience to spend this long wandering around the yellowing hallways of their local mall. He certainly wouldn’t have been so happy to be there. The last of the voices echoing in the back of Lizzie’s skull quiet their insistence that this is all lies and witchcraft as she watches Araminta spin around in front of the mirror, a vine-patterned cotton skirt flaring around her ankles. She’s laughing, and her voice is John’s but at the same time it’s foreign and new, expressing an alien joy. Some small part of Lizzie wants to hug her, but then she’d have to stop twirling.
The changing room is crowded; it’s not really meant for two bodies and the mountain of clothes they’ve dragged in. Araminta’s haul is spilling off the bench, flowing dresses and lacy skirts crammed next to Lizzie’s stack of neatly folded clothing. She hasn’t started trying anything on yet, content to watch her sister sparkle with happiness.
It’s an interesting inversion, she thinks, running her hands over the jackets and trousers she’d chosen. A few years ago, she’d done her best to clean up nice, to look pretty; she’d learned to do makeup, to put together pretty-girl outfits, to braid her hair in seven different styles, and then almost as soon as she’d learned it finally found she didn’t want any of the glamour anymore. But then again it wasn’t all a waste, wasn’t? She has another twin now, a sister to teach, to make sparkle. She’s got someone to sit with in a tiny changing room in a deteriorating shopping mall, a companion other than the voices humming away at the back of her head. She’s got someone who will understand.
At random she chooses a jacket and pulls it on over her t-shirt. It’s dark denim with dull gold contrast stitching, and fits well, loose and baggy in all the right places and long enough to contain a truly astounding number of pockets. She spends a few moments poking her hands into all the pockets she can find, not even bothering to look in the mirror. The inside is fleece-lined, and there’s another pocket (zippered, even!) on the inside, just over her heart. Unless she looks like shit or it costs two hundred dollars, she’s getting it.
Araminta stops spinning and shakes her hair out of her face (Lizzie should find a comb or a ribbon or something, to keep it out of the way). When she’s finally got a clear field of vision, she studies Lizzie with that unnervingly unreal gaze of her, then gasps, pressing her hand over her mouth. “Liz! Where’d you get that?”
She shrugs. “I think you were looking at that poppy dress when I found it. Does it…”
It’s not clear even to herself what she’s asking. Does she look good? Does she look like herself? Has it made her someone else, someone stronger, someone she’d rather be? The voices are murmuring, but she can’t understand what they’re saying. One of them is playing scales.
“You look great,” says Araminta, without hesitation. “Handsome,” she adds after a moment, and there are sparks under Lizzie’s ribs, an unaccountable joy welling up in her. "Your collar’s crooked, here, look.” With a swish of her skirt, she moves to the side so Lizzie can see the mirror. “Fix that.”
Everything goes quiet. Lizzie looks. She can’t look away.
#hamilton fanfiction#hamilton an american musical#pluralfic#pluralprose#john laurens#eliza schuyler#eliza hamilton#au: there has never been anything wrong with the raymond twins#modern au#reincarnation#transgenderism#fenn's actual fic :::]
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