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the-sunroom-system · 2 months
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i think an issue with the obsession with parts in DID spaces is how much it made us overcomplicate ourselves and not treat our parts the way they deserve
a triggered part would come to front, and all we could focus on was "who are you?" then feel like we're faking DID when we didn't get an answer
instead of offering that part support and compassion like they needed, they'd be shut down for not being able to come out with an identity in their triggered state of mind
like they somehow had to earn the right to exist by first stating a name and intention
they are a part. maybe they have a name. maybe they dont. a lot of our parts are mere fragments. and thats ok. nothing is required for them to be allowed a space to exist. they don't have to be mapped out to have the right to simply be.
for so long, our focus was on "do i really have did? am i faking? do i have alters or is it just cptsd? am i faking this disorder for validation of my trauma? am i the host or this alter? am i anyone at all?"
when really we needed to focus on "what do i need right now? what do we need right now? how can we calm down and find a middle ground together? how can i offer this scared and angry part of me the support they need?"
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foldingfittedsheets · 3 months
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The Faun's Love Story
Part One || Part Two (current) || Part Three
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The Faun's Love Story
Part One || Part Two (current) || Part Three
Fans of long gay comics can rejoice because this is finally done! The longest one yet, and the first three parter! Click through to parts two and three to finish Clove and Ning's story and to unlock Ning's mysterious backstory. (If you want to reblog them in sequential order, start with three, two, then one.)
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chelseawolfeonly · 9 months
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Chelsea Wolfe
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saikis1truelove · 5 months
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they have been scottpilgrimified
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faunamoth · 13 days
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otasune
pretend this is how they reunite
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electric-blue24 · 1 year
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I adore your pokemon centaur au. Such funny guys
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a whole herd of wallies they are
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filurig · 4 months
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happy holidays....
(bonus little holiday outfits below!)
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faunabel · 1 month
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I have another Veneziano headcanon for the peoples that has lived in my brain for a while <3
So, I think when Veneziano wants to share his opinion on something but doesn't want to deal with an argument (like with Romano, or with political stuff), he'll say his piece then immediately reject any discussion. He'll stone wall.
Someone tries to say something back, and he just repeats himself while refusing to elaborate much, or pretends he didn't hear them, or completely changes the subject to something lighter. He acts cheery and unbothered, but he'll get irritated if they keep pushing the subject and find an excuse as to why he suddenly has to leave. (He doesn't want to argue nor be angry, and ignoring his efforts to not argue or be angry makes him angry, so then he just tries to run away.)
Reacting with anger would make him even more stubborn & unwilling to engage, but a calm response would make him more willing to talk, and a hurt response would make him feel guilty enough to drop it.
The whole thing is just that he doesn't want to be argued with and tries to shut it down before it can happen. So he'd really just do this with argumentative people, not every time there's a disagreement.
My initial idea for this HC is the following strip from the manga (translation from hetascanlations):
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eldritcheden · 3 months
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Your honour, she's Bi
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redacted-coiner · 2 months
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Faun Transmasc
[PT: Faun Transmasc]
Faun Transmasc, a transmasc label that promotes the idea of self acceptance. No matter one’s state of being. Similar to my Satyr Transmasc(link) look there for more info.
Faun Transmascs are ones who attach to their siblings outside of Transmascs and open their arms to be their family.
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the-sunroom-system · 5 months
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something very hard that's always plagued me even before accepting i'm a system is never knowing who i am. i can think i know who i am for a while, but it always changes, beyond the degree of how a regular person changes. i feel torn between the me and the me i feel i should be or i want to be, beyond the degree of a regular person's ideal self. i'll think i finally found the real me until i shift again and the me i thought i was is foreign and unrecognizable. i wonder if there was ever a me at all. i know the things, some of them, that make me happy and haven't been tainted by expectations or societal conditioning, but if my entire self revolves around those few things or people, who am i really? is it okay to exist as an ever fluctuating me? do i exist at all if in a state of constant shifting between selves? does the me i am now exist or is it a product of multiple mes colliding? i found comfort in being told people change all the time and that i didn't have to have a cohesive self as everyone else does, but the issue is it stems often from me feeling like i can't be me, so i must exist in this fragmented state where the pieces of me never make up a full puzzle because. we're not allowed to. we have to be and stay quiet. not all of the mes are wanted. i have to be the me who's allowed to exist. (but none of them are. seeking is fruitless.)
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foldingfittedsheets · 3 months
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I hope people are ready to see my comic all weekend long. I spent two months on it.
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oooocleo · 2 years
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saikis1truelove · 7 months
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“a true princess is not defined by her royal status, but by her kind heart and noble actions.”
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uzlolzu · 5 months
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I wanted to work more in black and white and, although I don't find rendering all that exciting (I think it's boring most of the time), I decided to do a render-heavy piece. If anything, it's good practice and I know parts of it will always be exciting and un-boring (whatever I claimed in the first sentence).
This is Mo, my drummer quarter-faun, and Gaétan, her half-banshee half-brother, at some end of tour party or other. I decided early on that he doesn't like having his picture taken at all, which was naturally a part of why I did this illustration in the first place. And why I'm okay with him looking... uncomfortable and weird.
Mo's cute, anyway.
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How would the first years sees a female yuu practice ballet in a empty classroom that supposed to be abandoned? How would their reaction would be?
If you guys haven’t seen the movie “Leap!” (also known as “Dance!”), I highly recommend watching it since it involves ballet and I really enjoyed watching it! Equestrian vaulting is also absolutely stunning to watch in action, which in a way looks like a mix of gymnastics and ballet. I’ve never done ballet before, but I once did equestrian vaulting when I went to horseback riding camp years ago. It was fun—if a little nerve-wracking doing it on the back of one of the largest horse breeds the stable owned. Good times though! Would attempt again! :D
Anyway, let’s see how the monster boys will react to this~! >v>
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Grim was already aware of Yuu’s skill as a ballet dancer, having seen her dance whenever they clean the dorm. From using the tips of her toes to spin and swipe across the tiled floors to the jumps and leaps she made to reach high places without landing heavily, Grim would watch it in awe. More than once he has stopped whatever he’s doing to watch, especially when music is playing. The soft melodies and fluid movements would make him sway almost hypnotically in place, while the quick tempos and swift movements got his blood pumping as he bounced and tried to dance along—even if it wound up with him tripping up the first few times, but he learned! 
His favorite moments are the times when she would scoop him into her arms and dance with him, feeling as though he were lighter than air. Who needs a broom when he had Yuu? It was the best thing ever for the Great Grim’s human henchman to be so talented if he said so!
Of course, when it came to explaining Yuu’s ability to the other freshmen, words failed to convey just how impressive her dancing skills were and none of the others had ever seen her dance. None of the videos that Ace found online could match her grace or the flexibility she demonstrated--until he finally had enough and demanded they follow him: “I know where she likes to go practice during breaks!”
And so, thinking it was just another tall tale from the chimera, the other first years agreed to follow him for the time being and out of pure curiosity. When they drew closer to the unoccupied auditorium, however, they began to hear…music. “Shh…be quiet, or she’ll stop,” Grim warned them in a hushed whisper, turning to carefully nudge the door open wide enough for everyone to peer inside without exposing themselves.
Whatever quip Ace had in store died on his lips as he stared, watching as Yuu’s legs bent before she raised one high up in the air while balancing on the tip of her other leg, her arms stretched out in a graceful “L” shape. Somehow, she looked as still as a statue, making him wonder just how strong her legs were to be able to hold that pose. “Whoa…how is she even doing that?” he uttered in amazement, watching her smoothly transition into a slow sweeping twirl.
“Guys, if she’s dancing alone in a classroom, she may not want us to watch,” Deuce whispered, the centaur momentarily wincing when he saw her legs bend in ways he knew he could never pull off without injuring himself. Still, he couldn’t look away, his eyes watching intently as he eventually asked, “Can…humans really move like that?”
“Her movements are so fluid,” Jack commented, ears twitching as he found himself relaxing. There was something soothing about seeing her dance so gracefully, yet even from here he could see the power in her movements—restrained, yet clear as day with each step and twirl and bend and high kick. “Is this some form of martial arts from the human world?”
“Naw…it looks like tha’ ballet thin’ Vil—I mean…it looks like the ballet Vil has me and the other first years practice in the ball room,” Epel commented. As much as he hated being forced to do it…he found that it looked different watching Yuu perform. He knew he’d never be able to do half the movements she could with the way his legs were designed—but there was also a certain satisfaction in realizing that even Vil wouldn’t be able to mimic the same fluid grace or expect the same out of the others.
When a new song began to play, a gasp escaped Sebek before Jack and Epel covered his mouth. Though it was hard for them to not feel just as stunned the moment Yuu leapt atop the desks, spinning and jumping up from desk to desk in time to the rhythm until she reached the highest point. Her body moved with a grace and power that he’d never seen before, her expression—though calm—betraying the smile on her face as she continued her performance for the imaginary crowd. At one point she stopped, her back towards the door as she stood and shuffled backwards on the tips of her toes. Before he or the others could warn her how close she was to the edge of the desk—she leapt!
Time seemed to slow down, her body rising high in the air as—with her legs bent and curved—she spun in the air before straightening her legs out into an impossible split, soaring through the air. Then—as if lighter than a feather—she landed right in front of the podium at the very bottom and stood straight just as the music stopped, turning and bowing gracefully at the “audience”.
“Whoa!! That was amazing!” Deuce exclaimed.
Yuu gasped as she turned towards the doors, her face showing clear embarrassment and shock as she squeaked out, “Wha-? Deuce?!”
“Oops!” Deuce uttered, hands clamped over his mouth as he realized just how loud he’d actually been.
“Scramble!!” Ace yelled.
“Guys!!!” Yuu screeched as they bolted. “Get back here!!”
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Soon enough word spread around about Yuu’s dancing prowess, and it wasn’t long after that Cater and the others would come asking for a demonstration of this performance as well. After all, human dancing hasn’t been recorded in centuries—it was a once in a lifetime opportunity to observe (and record) such practices and seeing how humans could move! If Yuu has any knowledge on other forms of traditional dance, it would become a treasure trove of cultural knowledge to unlock and study the significance of the moves and the traditional garments worn by dancers!
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