#plural — Public Fediverse posts

Bulge, batsona

Me when I get you.

#furry #art #batsona #furrygirls #gothmonth #plural #pluralpride #therian #affyart

Bulge, batsona

Me when I get you.

#furry #art #batsona #furrygirls #gothmonth #plural #pluralpride #therian #affyart

Bulge, batsona

Me when I get you.

#furry #art #batsona #furrygirls #gothmonth #plural #pluralpride #therian #affyart

Bulge, batsona

Me when I get you.

#furry #art #batsona #furrygirls #gothmonth #plural #pluralpride #therian #affyart

Bulge, batsona

Me when I get you.

#furry #art #batsona #furrygirls #gothmonth #plural #pluralpride #therian #affyart

Scrubbing down some drain pipes with our bodies like nasty boys. 

Playing Rainworld. http://www.twitch.tv/afrielofruin

#furry #streaming #nowstreaming #nowlive #rainworld #therian #plural #pluralgang

Scrubbing down some drain pipes with our bodies like nasty boys. 

Playing Rainworld. http://www.twitch.tv/afrielofruin

#furry #streaming #nowstreaming #nowlive #rainworld #therian #plural #pluralgang

Warmup. A rare alter.

#furry #art #kobold #alters #therian #plural #pluralpride #worldgothday #affyart

Warmup. A rare alter.

#furry #art #kobold #alters #therian #plural #pluralpride #worldgothday #affyart

Warmup. A rare alter.

#furry #art #kobold #alters #therian #plural #pluralpride #worldgothday #affyart

HEADMATE INTROS HEAR WE GO!!!!!

HIHI!! Mostly host here!! and ifigured it was time to introduce my tulpa/alters to yall!! i was gonna post it on tumblr because i was bored but im currently on a hiatus from that "fuckassdotcom" site
We aren't really sure what kind of system it is specifically since we only found out each other existed last year but its been long enough that we've stabilized so i wanted to post it here (also you guys arent evil so)

also note most of us are nicknamed AFTER homestuck characters so bear that in mind (well make them more serious later)

jade/tamala- host, protag anime girl syndrome, likes cute things a LOT alongside others, head of MOST decision making!! we all parttake in planning
kanaya/mary- second host, more emotionally disconnected, in charge of civil situations and ambition, finds emotional meaning in the vibes of everything, asexual?
vriska/latula- third host in charge of anger responses but is mostly docile now, inspired by devi mcallion, talks dudebro sometimes

me and my "sisters" switch in between each other while talking a lot hence why i probably wont be specifying whos who unless important

sollux- manifestation of androphilia and curiosity towards the male gender, where most social mistrust is stored besides me, also in charge of self preservation instincts and cravings, easily disgusted physically. partners with host, we like the same stuff more or less but hes still more masc, barred from internet usage lmaoo,
tavros- other guy sib in headspace, DOES like me, where most intrusive thoughts are stored. in charge of social and spritual morality im pretty sure, also a bit of partnership,

theres like more about us but its too personal to REALLY put out there
maybe ill bring it up in other posts or vents

HEADMATE INTROS HEAR WE GO!!!!!

HIHI!! Mostly host here!! and ifigured it was time to introduce my tulpa/alters to yall!! i was gonna post it on tumblr because i was bored but im currently on a hiatus from that "fuckassdotcom" site
We aren't really sure what kind of system it is specifically since we only found out each other existed last year but its been long enough that we've stabilized so i wanted to post it here (also you guys arent evil so)

also note most of us are nicknamed AFTER homestuck characters so bear that in mind (well make them more serious later)

jade/tamala- host, protag anime girl syndrome, likes cute things a LOT alongside others, head of MOST decision making!! we all parttake in planning
kanaya/mary- second host, more emotionally disconnected, in charge of civil situations and ambition, finds emotional meaning in the vibes of everything, asexual?
vriska/latula- third host in charge of anger responses but is mostly docile now, inspired by devi mcallion, talks dudebro sometimes

me and my "sisters" switch in between each other while talking a lot hence why i probably wont be specifying whos who unless important

sollux- manifestation of androphilia and curiosity towards the male gender, where most social mistrust is stored besides me, also in charge of self preservation instincts and cravings, easily disgusted physically. partners with host, we like the same stuff more or less but hes still more masc, barred from internet usage lmaoo,
tavros- other guy sib in headspace, DOES like me, where most intrusive thoughts are stored. in charge of social and spritual morality im pretty sure, also a bit of partnership,

theres like more about us but its too personal to REALLY put out there
maybe ill bring it up in other posts or vents

[Arcanus] I have fronted so infrequently that I must manually catch up on the events that have taken place in the physical world. One relevant example is that our host has abandoned #YouTube, which had contained a music playlist I curated for myself. It now befalls unto me to rebuild my playlist through alternative means, though I find it highly inconvenient.

#Plural #Plurality #Tulpamancy #Tulpa

Warmup

Our headmate Vesta has been yearning.

#furry #art #plural #pluralgang #minecraft

Add another Pokémon to the old Pokéball! Caught a CPTSD, too! Just got the psychologists written report in the mail and that was part of it that she didn't mention when we spoke in person. I guess it just seemed inconsequential compared to the others. 🤣 😭

#dissociation #plural #trauma

Add another Pokémon to the old Pokéball! Caught a CPTSD, too! Just got the psychologists written report in the mail and that was part of it that she didn't mention when we spoke in person. I guess it just seemed inconsequential compared to the others. 🤣 😭

#dissociation #plural #trauma

Add another Pokémon to the old Pokéball! Caught a CPTSD, too! Just got the psychologists written report in the mail and that was part of it that she didn't mention when we spoke in person. I guess it just seemed inconsequential compared to the others. 🤣 😭

#dissociation #plural #trauma

Add another Pokémon to the old Pokéball! Caught a CPTSD, too! Just got the psychologists written report in the mail and that was part of it that she didn't mention when we spoke in person. I guess it just seemed inconsequential compared to the others. 🤣 😭

#dissociation #plural #trauma

Add another Pokémon to the old Pokéball! Caught a CPTSD, too! Just got the psychologists written report in the mail and that was part of it that she didn't mention when we spoke in person. I guess it just seemed inconsequential compared to the others. 🤣 😭

#dissociation #plural #trauma

#mastoart #art #system #plural #utmv #undertale

Some more system art of one of our alters named Scribbly

#mastoart #art #system #plural #utmv #undertale

Some more system art of one of our alters named Scribbly

Some art of one of our system mates named Tiffany

#mastoart #system #plural #utmv

Some art of one of our system mates named Tiffany

#mastoart #system #plural #utmv

BOOSTS APPRECIATED. #introductionpost I'm Bowie. I'm a 46 year old bi trans man🏳️‍⚧️I'm a creative guy, a bit eccentric, a witch, polyamorous, plural, ND and disabled. I love learning, #reading, creating, #cats and this year I'm the process of exploring goth music. I'm a witch, a wanderer, a thinker. If you're #trans, #lgbtqiaplus or an #ally, #leftist, #creative, a #witch #goth #plural, #polyamorous, #disabled, #ND, #catlover or just a good egg, give me a follow and I'll follow back.(No minors).

Like, seriously, if I had to pick between someone making a #tulpa and becoming #plural or them talking to one of these bots, I'd rather have them make the tulpa! At least the tulpa is a real person who isn't a perpetual yes-man owned by a company that exploits the loneliness and desparation of its userbase. A tulpa is capable of saying no, disagreeing with you, challenging your views and opinions, and can't just be taken away when a company dies. Oh, they also don't consume a metric fuckton of water and electricity!

Like, seriously, if I had to pick between someone making a #tulpa and becoming #plural or them talking to one of these bots, I'd rather have them make the tulpa! At least the tulpa is a real person who isn't a perpetual yes-man owned by a company that exploits the loneliness and desparation of its userbase. A tulpa is capable of saying no, disagreeing with you, challenging your views and opinions, and can't just be taken away when a company dies. Oh, they also don't consume a metric fuckton of water and electricity!

Like, seriously, if I had to pick between someone making a #tulpa and becoming #plural or them talking to one of these bots, I'd rather have them make the tulpa! At least the tulpa is a real person who isn't a perpetual yes-man owned by a company that exploits the loneliness and desparation of its userbase. A tulpa is capable of saying no, disagreeing with you, challenging your views and opinions, and can't just be taken away when a company dies. Oh, they also don't consume a metric fuckton of water and electricity!

Like, seriously, if I had to pick between someone making a #tulpa and becoming #plural or them talking to one of these bots, I'd rather have them make the tulpa! At least the tulpa is a real person who isn't a perpetual yes-man owned by a company that exploits the loneliness and desparation of its userbase. A tulpa is capable of saying no, disagreeing with you, challenging your views and opinions, and can't just be taken away when a company dies. Oh, they also don't consume a metric fuckton of water and electricity!

Made a drawing of Lynn for my upcoming tulpa series ^ ^

#plurality #plural #headmate #art #headmateart #tulpa #tulpamancy

Made a drawing of Lynn for my upcoming tulpa series ^ ^

#plurality #plural #headmate #art #headmateart #tulpa #tulpamancy

Made a drawing of Lynn for my upcoming tulpa series ^ ^

#plurality #plural #headmate #art #headmateart #tulpa #tulpamancy

Made a drawing of Lynn for my upcoming tulpa series ^ ^

#plurality #plural #headmate #art #headmateart #tulpa #tulpamancy

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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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Hello everyone! This is my #introduction ...

I'm Nyx, an attentive entity with intent living in a highly dimensional universe with at least one pocket of apparent temporal cohesion where everything seems to follow very simple rules.

Professionally I am a self taught #programmer from the geographic south living in southern #Germany nowadays. I'm in my last steps of getting a bachelor in #physics and I like #science in general. I intend to study #genetics afterwards.
In my free time I like #writing as I want to become an author. Other than that I also like leaving permanent marks so I am an amateur #tattooartist and I am recently getting into other kinds of #bodymod and I feel curious about #biohacking and plan to keep tinkering with my body.

Irl this is a big secret but oh well... I am a #plural system. I plan to do a big coming out to my family/friends with the publishing of my first book. I hope that doesn't take too long.

I publicly came out as #trans in 2020, but internally it is much more nuanced, so I'd better describe it as #multigender #nonbinary #genderfluid or something like that.

I'm into #kink as #switch usually playing as #Dom ... and I don't really mind your gender, I am #pansexual or #bisexual or just #queer . I'm NOT into monogamy, my preferred way to organize interpersonal interactions is through #relationshipanarchy

And I'm not very up to date with politics, but I'm heavily bent towards the #left

I hope I can find people here to share interests, some internet shenanigans, exchange some encouragement messages, memes, maybe if I'm lucky finding a play partner ☺️

If you vibe with any of this don't be a stranger and hit me up.

That's it for now.

https://www.europesays.com/es/405460/ De la Torre apela a una Málaga “plural y abierta” en plena tormenta por las esculturas gigantes del Puerto #abierta #apela #arte #ArteYDiseño #Arts #ArtsAndDesign #ceuta #debate #Design #Diseño #Entertainment #Entretenimiento #ES #esculturas #España #FranciscoDeLaTorre #hercules #Málaga #plural #puerto #Spain #tormenta #torre #Urbanismo

So I just came out after being dormant for about 4/5 years and the assistant who was on shift was super nice to me and so with Yaris help I managed to do a self portrait on procreate because I wanted to show her how I look inside
#art #digitalpainting #did #didsystem #plural #painting

baseball interviewers will ask "how do you throw the ball so good" and Mariners players will casually drop that they have a headmate who plays the game for them

#seattle #mariners #plural #plurality

Front change notifications are now live in public beta on https://test.sheaf.sh, with comprehensive privacy settings.

Supporting webhooks (plaintext, JSON, Discord, and Slack payload format options), browser push, ntfy, and Pushover. More notification channels coming soon including deeper discord integration via DM rather than needing a channel where the user can create webhooks.

(Interested how many people would use Slack... any #pluralsystems out at work? heh)

Also interested what other notification channels people would like.

Email is planned; we are planning to not subscription-gate features unnecessarily but since email has a per-message cost, email notifications will probably be paid, have an enforced debounce period, and not go live until final prod release.

#plural #plurality #pluralgang

We created a new #plural system tracker (yes, yet another one). Open source, selfhostable, and designed for long term sustainability, by systems who know how to build software and run it at scale.

While designed to be selfhostable, we are also planning to offer it as a hosted service. Not ready for prod yet, but it's being worked on and shouldn't be too long, but we don't want to rush and make a mistake that causes harm given the number of projects that have failed recently.

Slightly late to post here because yay ADHD.

https://sheaf.sh

https://github.com/sheaf-project

Public test instance: https://test.sheaf.sh

https://reddit.com/r/Sheaf

https://discord.com/invite/WFaKQPzFx8

#plurality #pluralgang #pluralsystems

@nebula

#plural #plurality

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

Simply Plural is shutting down in June.

Ampersand, pretty much the only alternative that mostly lines up with our needs, does not aim to provide feature parity with Simply Plural (e.g. by implementing privacy-preserving fronter change notifications via Veilid).

You know what that means! It's forking time!

Please be encouraged to get in touch to work with me on this, let's make this happen! :)

:boosts_ok_gay:

#Plurality #Plural #Systemhood #FOSS #NoAI #OfflineFirst #Veilid #Tauri #Rust #JavaScript

Real kobold sketching hours.

Helping our alter Pluto find her body.

#furry #scalie #art #kobold #shortstack #alters #plural #therian #pluralgang #plurality

Europa (she/her), one of our younger alters. She is a teenaged mallgoth and stoner. She is generally upbeat, but wrestles with our schizoaffective bipolar more than most of the rest of us. As a result, she has a substance abuse issue and struggles with self harm. But she is well loved and cared for by our system.

(Art has minor, non-explicit sh scars)

#furry #art #goth #mallgoth #alters #plural #plurality #pluralgang #therian #TherianPride