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Heavily Fictive System | Plural System

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System clinically diagnosed with: AuDHD, Amnesia, Isomnia, Anxiety, Depression, Schizophrenia, Bipolar disorder, DID <Dissociative Identity Disorder> obviously.

https://terratronicssys.neocities.org/

Don't compare your System to us/our System, and don't compare your headmates to our headmates or us.

Doubles can feel free to interact btw.

I have a lot of names/nicknames here, but people know me as Megs mainly; others also call me by MT, or Tronny too.

For posts I make, you will see tags such as #MT, #MTC, or #MCT. For any of my posts, look for #MTPost. When it comes to art, I just tag it with #MTArt. Random posts will be tagged with #MTYaps, since well.. random talking.

We don't support or want any Proshippers, Darkshippers, Transphobes, Homophobes, Racist fuckers, or anything like that in here on the page. If we don't like you, we'll simply block you.

We are not Native English speakers; it is our second language. We can make mistakes with typing/spelling/grammar. Please be patient.

Self taught artist. The art style is absolutely never the same at all, and if its digital it also depends on which brush is used.

Random intrests/Fandoms: Tranformers OF COURSEE [ES, TF ONE, TFP, G1, BV, TFA, RB(A), Armada, Skybound, IDW, MTMTE, LL, Shattered Glass, Cyberverse, Cyberworld, WFC/Trilogy, Etc...] MLP, The Stanley Parable, Warrior Cats, FNaF, Dandy's World, Forsaken, Good Omens, The Rookie, House M.D; Splinter Cell: Deathwatch, Gacha Life(2), Minecraft, Animator vs Animation, Marvel, DC, X-Men, Analog Horror, Undertale, CoD, Star Wars, FNF, Dinosaurs, Gravity Falls, Doctor Who, Sonic, Poppy Playtime, Creepypasta, SCP, Dexter, Lucifer, Nimona, Dinotrux, Backrooms, and a LOT more..

Season 4 of EarthSpark fucked me in the head so badly still shut up about it thank you.

No nsfw on this blog. Not on any. And let's be fr nsfw gets you many views and shit, but I genuinely don't care about it or wanna make it. Anyone with nsfw on their profile, I will just block them if it gets annoying. Even though I have the tags blocked.

This makes me laugh so much

Ohh that's a good one! I'm doing both for fun and whsimy:

fear: “There’s a myth that says changelings fear iron. They don’t. Not unless it's red and hot right in front of their face.” (technically more than a sentence but I find that piece of dialogue really neat)

shiver: The Shambles hadn’t known peace in so long that silence was out of the ordinary, so much that even experienced guardsmen got a cold shiver down their spine and averted their eyes from the night sky.

Nexilis is letting his legs dangle into the deep. The railing holds him delicately, an inch of metal that bewares him from plummeting, and a metre between him and the stranger leaning against it. They seem to be enjoying the view, or just lost in thought, but their face betrays no emotion other than absence. Bandaged-up knuckles ending in bony fingers rest on the ornamental iron, holding a cigarette. There was only enough tobacco left for one; every few drags they pass it over. Nex savours the smoke. There is something calming in the way it passes back between nose and mouth, lungs and lips. It has been years since he smoked his first with the airship crew that spit them out into Trinitas, and maybe thrice more with fellow students before they all dispersed into the winds. It’s not a good taste, but it brings back memories. Meanwhile the stranger is holding it like a lifeline.  

White hair blows softly in a barely-there breeze. Every few minutes they tug their clothes closer to their chest - his clothes. They had needed new ones and he had plenty of old ones to spare. An underdress, a skirt, a jacket. There is a kinship here somewhere, to have a silent understanding that neither of them asks the other what came before.

“Drink?” Nex asks, and holds out a jar in which pieces of fruit and vegetable bop around lazily in alcohol. It is a weak compromise between health and hedonism and tastes like one would expect it to. The vodka in it gets the job done. “Will you be going tomorrow?” He adds.

“Don’t know yet.” The stranger takes a sip and reaches into the glass. Their fingers fish out a piece of beetroot. Between their teeth it crushes into a drizzle of liquid, staining teeth, lips, and collar the colour of creation. 

“Stay a few days. The house is big, and it gets lonely.”  Nex tries to make it sound casual, not like it's that kind of invitation. These visitors never stay for the night, and the empty echoing halls tend to feel eerie with no one by your side. Less so with a friend.

There is no answer, they don’t even acknowledge there was an underlying question. The wind howls through the cracks of the house, somewhere. Their eyes fix unmoving on the horizon as if there is something worth having there. “I know you won’t. You have to look for your–” his sentence ends there, rather abruptly. They mentioned they were looking for someone, but what are the two to each other, exactly? He can name the idea of it: jilted, bitter, mournful, longing, but there isn’t a term he’d wrap around that easily. Ex, the word he is looking for is ex. “Maybe. If I knew where to even begin. I have the dagger, the map, the letter. All signs point to here, but they end here as well.” They wistfully touch the only part of their neck not covered, where a strange sigil gnaws into their skin. “I can’t seem to get rid of this thing, and out there everyone looks at me as if I am a monster. I’m starting to wonder if it’s worth it.” “What’s the alternative?” “Dying?”

Nex laughs. It comes unexpected even to him, but the choice of answer has a comedic touch to it that is not lost on him. “I’m sorry,” he straightens himself, “that wasn’t funny. I don’t know why I did that.” They’ve been here a few hours and the drink is doing what it does best. The stranger looks at him, and for the first time since their arrival he sees them smile. It is a crooked grin, one that seems more untrustworthy than sincere, but it’s there. They give a haphazard shrug and return to their thoughts.

“You don’t strike me as someone that really wants to live.” he mumbles after he is sure the conversation has almost certainly died again, or was never really conceived to begin with. 

The other wants to reply, but he holds up a single finger and their lips close. 

“There are some things you want, though, that has to tide us over for a while until you do. Example - You really seem to want to find that person. You really want to get out of here. Perhaps it's time to just start walking.” Nex cocks his head, can feel himself grin. “As for the monstrous - That’s just something you and I will have to have in common. I can hate it if you want to, but it doesn’t change a thing. We’re fucking freaks, baby!”

The last bit almost comes out as a battle cry. “We’re freaks!” He yells into the village below for good measure. Everyone needs to hear it at least once, and he doesn’t care who’s slumber he’s disturbing. He’s drunk, sure, but there is nothing wrong with it and there is nothing wrong with what either of them are. “Alright,” The stranger grabs him by the neck of his collar and drags him back upright, “I get it, but stop shouting.” “That’s the entire point. Do you get it? Of course you don’t. You’re pitiful like a wet cat and the last time you had fun was when Kronos was still in its prime.” Nex giggles. “Yes, yes. I want to go to bed.” They roll their eyes and turn towards the greenhouse rooftop.

Thank you for the ask <3