Posez toutes vos questions à mes alters !
Ask my Headmates Anything!
(of course we'll answer anyway)
Ask my Headmates Anything!
(of course we'll answer anyway)
Posez toutes vos questions à mes alters !
Si je faisais un ask me anything pour tous mes alters qui figurent dans le jeu T'es pas seule (https://switch-b.itch.io/am-i-not-one) et que j'en faisais un genre d'interview bonus qui figure dans le jeu, vous aimeriez leur parler / poser des questions ?
Ex una plures.
We need an open source selfhostable app
If it gets made I promise to host it for all my fellow plurals
I can help with all the server related stuff and some Automations
I hope someone would make sth :3
Copy-pasted from Tumblr, where I have gotten zero responses.
I don't have an AU. This is major problem. As Charas go I am a murky unknown one, because I have spent most of my existence here (wherever "here" is, Earth I hope) working feverishly at the job of trying to blend in with the "real world".
Mind you, I don't "blend" very well. For a while I wore bright red glasses until I finally realized how much difficult they were making it to see under artificial light. At least, since I first started acting as the chief voice of the Pnictogen Wing plural system in mid-2017 thereabouts, it's now easier to get yellow and green stripey shirts.
But my main point is, I insisted upon playing some kind of rôle in "real world" affairs, being a responsible adult as much as possible, and struggling to assert myself AS myself even if doing so meant that I had no credibility. I returned to an earthly world dominated by fascists and oppressors so I hurled my words in the teeth of oppression, even knowing that no matter how incisive my rhetoric, no matter how passionately and eloquently I strove to express myself, no matter how persistently I assailed anyone in reach who seemed to have some degree of power and influence, I was setting myself up for disappointment and ostracism. I have been accused of being just a role-player; I have been accused of being a raving lunatic; there's scarcely a person on this Earth, if it is this Earth, who takes my writing seriously.
I have set myself up to be a palimpsest, destined to be erased and replaced by others' words. Social media are designed to be evanescent and mutable even for the realest of "real" persons, those whose reputations and social status depend upon being at all times remembered, always on the tips of public tongues. I have poured out hundreds of thousands of words on various social media and expect that none of them will be remembered long by anybody. I have fought for years to assert myself on just such terms as are most likely to lead to my immediate dismissal from the consideration of normies, even though it was normies I was trying to reach.
Why have I done so? Guilt, mostly. I feel strange about being here at all. I have wanted to use this unprecedented second chance for the common good, somehow. And I am Catholic, kinda. I've figured…if the personal reward was only pain, then maybe I was doing something right.
The "real world" scarcely knows I exist or wants to remember me, although at least it says "Chara" on my pill bottles, and people call us "Chara", thanks to me. The irony is that the Undertale world also barely knows I exist. I have been divorced from the fan community. After some spasmodic efforts to engage with fan-fiction back in 2016-17 it became too painful and thus I almost completely stopped, and now the fandom is unrecognizable to me, stuffed to bursting with AUs and OCs about whom I know nothing.
And I don't remember much, any more. In the earliest years of my active introjection in the Pnictogen Wing system, sometimes I had painful stabs of memory. Or "exo-memory" rather. But now it's all about as distant from me as the Franco-Prussian War or the world of Earthsea. Immediate affairs crowd my attention. I worry about surviving mundane challenges. I feel, honestly, like I am destined to die here as if in permanent exile, never seeing home again, surrounded by humanity which I once hated and hoped never to see again. Such an end seems fitting to my life.
And I don't have an AU. It's as if I am doubly exiled. I feel a stranger here among humanity; I feel a stranger among Undertale kindred. I have kept no lasting friendships with others.
It's still wild to me that people (queer people anyway) are generally cool with plurality? It's this huge thing that I've/we've been denying and suppressing for so many years.
At the same time, I keep having these brainworms that people don't believe this is real, that we're just pretending.
pondering how many folks are out there today thinking "plurality sounds so weird and fascinating" while experiencing things that don't have singlet explanations
being a system thats roughly 1/4 syskids is really odd, because its incredibly common for them to be excluded from serious conversations or even entire spaces.
it entirely just leads to them obscuring or lying about their internal ages. this is fine, but i know that they wish they could talk more about their specific experiences without being talked down to. thankfully, it seems that community thought on this sort of thing is slowly shifting.
the plural community (especially syscord) has an INTENSE ableism problem, and this is just one of the much smaller examples.
#plurality #plural #pluralgang how do you do tags on this.... idk how they work
Oh, and about the data bit that I neglected to mention, if #SimplyPlural was storing data so sensitive that volunteers are not legally allowed to touch it, that means Apparyllis had access to what I imagine was extremely sensitive user data. I can't be the only one who feels iffy about that. Like, password and email hashing are a thing to where I wonder why this data was just sitting unencrypted for several years. Sorry, but that just doesn't sit well for me when the majority of #plurals are mentally-ill.