#mod reaper

A lot of plurals are far too comfortable saying "we don't want an introject", "we're trying so hard not to get introjects", "ugh, splitting/forming introjects again", "man, we have too many (insert source here) introjects!"... and it gets even more intense when the sources are real people, villains or abusers, have doubles, divine/mythological figures, personifications (of songs, buildings, countries, institutions, mental illness, etc.), canon-divergent, special interest, or the sources are "problematic" in whatever way is trendy to bully plurals on the internet right now...

I think that's disrespectful at best. Imagine people keep saying, "oh I don't want to be like you" and "I don't want to have you as my roommate" not for your actions, but for your existence. To current/past and future introjects, they may hear, "damn, my headmates hate me and people like me so much."

And at worst, I feel like it may wire your brain to be more unwelcoming of introjects. If you keep walking the same path in the grass, it'll become un-grassed. Shame will more easily spring up at their formation, splitting, and/or walking in... And while feeling shame is valid and thought crimes aren't real, shame can often be a precursor to suppression and other forms of intrasystem mistreatment.

The thing is, introjects are also your headmates. They will join you in this life and body. They're not "invaders" or "last resorts" or "forming/splitting/walking in/etc. to embarrass you for having a crush/special interest/etc.". They're not tools who only exist to comfort you. They're not "making your system look bad". They're not a receptacle for your internalized shame.

They're members of your system. Whether they have a role/purpose or not, they'll likely be with you for the rest of your life. So, please, try to at least respect them as a person and find a way to be okay with their existence. And after that? You can find that they're like everyone else. They can be kind, or cruel. They can be friends, partners, co-workers, family. They're not a bogeyman to be feared.

Edit 4 July 2026: Even if they hold traumas or anything unpleasant, or has a less than palatable personality, or a negative cause of formation, invitation, splitting, arrival, channeling, soulbonding, etc., they shouldn't be singled out for their sourced-ness/introject-ness.

Disclaimer added because I've seen posts talking about how shame is not the only reason they don't want new members particularly sourced folks. They don't necessary want to avoid sourced folks but simply the intense emotional effects of seeing media that resonates deeply with them, or the overwhelming adjustment of new members, or painful traumatic memories, or splitting and dissociation.

Well this post isn't about that. This post warns its readers not to single out sourced members when what you want to avoid is overwhelm, emotional intensity, trauma, splitting, or dissociation.

Because, from our own experience and what we've heard from others, singling them out (intentionally or not) comes across as being ashamed of their existence as an introject or sourced person/being/etc..

No experience is universal. Thank you for reading.

victor's rizz (he's failing so bad someone pick him up who left him unattended—)

Reaper; I don’t really have a type? If you’re interesting enough I’ll give it a shot. Looks don’t matter as much to a man like me. At least not anymore. 

Doomfist; Appearance doesn’t matter much to me as well, but I want a man with strong ideals who is ready to fight for what he believes in. We don’t have to agree on everything, but we both need to know why we believe in what we do. 

Sombra; Someone who can hold their liquor! Can’t have them dropping out in the first few rounds. Physical appearance doesn’t matter as much to me, considering I like men and women pretty equally. As long as you have a nice personality and preferably good hygiene. 

Moira; I don’t really have much time for anyone now, but if I did I would prefer her to be semi-competent in the sciences. Or at the very least a woman that I can hold a conversation with. And on a lesser note I have a rather strong preference for blonde hair 

Widowmaker; I do not have time for relationships. Love only gets in the way of our jobs. But if I had to pinpoint a type.. Somebody who respects my boundaries. Also I like brunettes. Brown hair is a nice bonus. 

Hanzo;

※ Hanzo was never sure how his dragons would react to you. They were fierce, loyal, and protective creatures that lived to serve their master(s). He feared that they'd deem you unworthy to be in their presence.

※ It happened when you two were alone, meditating. He was in his usual kneeling position on a soft cushion, his hands resting on his thighs as he relaxed, while you were in the simple Bermese pose.

※ Neither of you knew why it happened but you noticed a shift in the atmosphere and snapped your eyes open. It was a startling feeling, but not a bad one. It was more of a surprise. Your eyes had went to Hanzo to see his arm glowing the bright blue it does when he summons his dragons.

※ That was your first and only warning before two dragons spiraled out of the male and twirled with each other in the air until they were high enough above you both, looking down. They stayed intertwined with each other while they floated aimlessly in the air. They seemed like they were waiting for you to say something.

※ A soft, wonderous, "Oh." Was all that left your parted lips as you stared at the creatures in amazement. Sure, you've seen them on the battlefield but it was always for a split second. Seeing them somewhat up close made them look more majestic and beautiful. You could see the faint blue scales that reflected the lights from the room and their cat-fish like whiskers.

※ As much as you had wanted to shake Hanzo out of his daze you kept him still as you slowly got up to a standing position.

※ The dragons, old and wise looking, were swift to descend down from above and towards you. They seemed curious yet all-knowing. They knew who you were, they're always aware, and they wanted to personally meet you. The two being never understood why their master was so...hesitant to let them talk.

※ It didn't take long until the dragons were just above you, staring down, and glossing you over.

※ When they plopped themselves on the ground next to you, careful not to disturb their master, and nudged your hand onto the bridge of their nose did you notice that these dragons weren't as fierce as they seemed to be.

※ You tried to keep your laughs down, you really did, but their whispers were so ticklish. And when they'd stick their tongues out slightly? You really hand to hold in the childish laughter that bubbled in you.

※ Sadly, your non-relaxed state had broken Hanzo from his meditation, much to his displeasure, and he turned to face you.

※ To say he was surprised would be an understatement. He was shocked, in disbelief, he couldn't believe his eyes! There you were, giggling to yourself, as his dragons continues to stick their tongues out playfully at you. His dragons. His fierce, loyal, protective dragons, were playing with you.

※ He didn't disturb you three as you all played. He did feel a rush of relief wash over him as he wondered why he was worried to begin with? He loves you, so it's only natural that his dragons love you too.

Genji;

※ When Genji would need his sword(s) to be sharpened, repaired, etc., he would always go to you. Hell, he'd even go to you if his armor was messing up or needed a polishing. It was your specialty after all!

※ He never stayed around when you would be working. It's not that he doesn't want to be there, he does, but he knows how you love the quiet when you work. "It helps me concentrate!" You told him.

※ When you'd be working he'd be with Zenyatta, meditating or just talking. The conversations linger from him reminiscing about the past, him talking about his day/week, or him talking about you. He always tried to not bring you up into every topic but he couldn't help himself... Zenyatta was okay with it, though, since he knew about Genji's play-boy past and how "true-love" was never his thing back then. Him having it now meant that he was growing, and Zenyatta was proud.

※ Now, when you said that you liked the quiet it wasn't a total lie. You did enjoy it but there was something you enjoyed more. What is it? Well, it's his dragon of course!

※ The lanky green creature first appeared when you were fixing Genji's sword for the fifth time in the span of three months. How he manages to bend or break the hilt that many times? You'll never know. What you did know, though, was that this creature was a lot less terrifying than when it's on the battlefield.

※ The dragon loved to curl up around your neck like a snake and relax there and, sometimes, you swear you could hear it snoring. It never bothered you but you weren't sure how Genji would feel with his dragon being so affectionate and open with you.

※ These were delicate, and sacred, creatures that shouldn't be taken lightly, you knew this but...how can you resist playing with it when it playfully bites your hands to get your attention?

※ Don't tell anyone but you actually bought a few cat toys for when Genji lends you his sword.

※ Genji only found out when he dropped his sword off and left for, maybe, four minutes until he realized that he forgot to give you his smaller one. He went back over to your little makeshift workshop and walked in on you holding a mouse toy, that was connected to the stick you were holding by a string, above his dragon.

※ He watched in amusement as you quickly turned to look towards him, a bit embarrassed about being caught red handed, while his dragon continued to hover a few inches above the ground before slithering in the air towards the toy, successfully biting onto it this time.

※ While you were at a moments loss Genji strode over to you with an teasing tone to his voice, "Is this why you wanted me to leave the room?"