Venus / Synth | He/It/They + neos | Adult - 18 | DID sys | PFP cr : puterwantsyou on tumblr
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HATEFUL
This is me telling you guys i'm a V4V shipper
From @liminal-loser
Dawg this is the anti-endo takeover of the century, it’s about time that people combat years of misinformation and abuse that has been spread by the endo community, as someone who was forced through it
SPEAK YO SHIT LOAF
An Endogenic Response to a Message Towards Endogenic Systems
Trigger Warning: Death Threats, Harassment, Cyberbullying, Ableism, Slurs, Hate Groups
@loafofcatbread
Aren't you one of the moderators of Aspen's server? You are, right?
You all specifically came onto this website to spread hate. Aspen said she wants to normalize cyberbullying endogenic systems. And you're using our tags to post hateful messages to our community because you want to hurt us. That's your intent in being here. Causing pain and suffering to other people for existing.
Why deny it and try to play victim?
Amazing how you accuse us of sending slurs and death threats while Aspen is calling us "Schizo." Specifically while bragging about using it as a slur.
And... you know we can see your reblogs, right Loaf???
And for death threats... we can also see YOUR LIKES!
Yes! We see you, Loaf! Just like we see Aspen!
We see your hypocrisy. We see your bullying. And we aren't going to tolerate it.
I don't know if any endogenic systems have been sending death threats or slurs in response to you all invading our spaces with the intent of hurting and bullying us. I haven't seen this happening, and I would strongly discourage anyone from stooping to your level.
But I DO know what you all have been doing.
You and your disgusting pals aren't allowed to play victim here! Sorry.
And for your talk of misinformation, I've yet to see anything even resembling a source for the claims your side have made. Anti-endos love to assert thing. They like to say whatever nonsense they can come up with as if it's a fact and then expect people just accept it.
But they can't cite in professionals who can back them up because none exist.
And when pro-endos respond with sources, the modus operandi of you all have been to throw slurs and ad hominems as Aspen did when she was sent a link to my post debunking her video.
Maybe you think you're educated because you got all your information of plurality from a popular Tiktoker with an inflated ego and no actual background in psychology or any sources to support her claims, but that's not education. That's indoctrination.
You and your hive have been indoctrinated.
Finally, over the years, I've seen countless traumagenic systems be attacked, bullied and fakeclaimed for being pro-endo, mixed origin or presenting in ways anti-endos deem unusual. And anti-endos, by their nature, encourage fakeclaiming. They encourage invalidating systems. And this has increased stigma of traumagenic systems, normalizing hate against systems of all types.
You are NOT an ally to traumagenic systems.
You're an ally to a hate group.
And it's so sad that you can't even see it...
here's a virtual hug for our fellow anti-endos. yall deserve one after all the trauma and mental pain you have to go through, and endos spreading misinformation and being toxic when you're trying to find a safe space. i love yall, don't give up. have a virtual hug 🫂
i can’t stop watching this thing its better than baby sensory videos its better than anything on earth im in love
vs. dj subatomic supernova no straight roads ost
YEAAH FOLLOW ALL OF US WE’RE COOL and we don’t spread blatant misinformation all over the internet
To the endos btw, please get a life, or please please find a role play group or something LOL
Aspenfrosten group
All are anti endos posting in plural/endo tags. Do not engage. Block.
The more we find, the more we add, keep an eye on this post
thebrokenheartvillage
sl33p-deprivedd
liminal-loser
stonerpossum
onecrestsyndicate
partysystem
altcherryrain
synthnetz
lemonsystemmm
rotten-heartthrob
LOOK MA I’M ON THE BLOCKLIST !!
Aspenfrosten group
All are anti endos posting in plural/endo tags. Do not engage. Block.
thebrokenheartvillage
sl33p-deprivedd
liminal-loser
stonerpossum
onecrestsyndicate
partysystem
altcherryrain
synthnetz
AYYYYYY THAT REBLOG WAS GREAT ALSO THANK YOUUUUUU
YW CHAT WE BALLING
Hey actually go follow these homies, they’re all fuckin cool. Fuck endos btw :3c
Aspenfrosten group
All are anti endos posting in plural/endo tags. Do not engage. Block.
thebrokenheartvillage
sl33p-deprivedd
liminal-loser
stonerpossum
onecrestsyndicate
partysystem
altcherryrain
"The chapter itself uses plural as a medical term, it’s not using the same internet lingo that was spawned from sites like here. PLURALITY in the context that was provided within those links is in the terms of the symptoms that make up the greater part of having DID/OSDD/etc, not fucking having a system without trauma."
I'm sorry, this paragraph is difficult for me to parse. Can you tell me if I'm understanding what you're saying correctly?
"Plural" is an official medical term and Eric Yarbrough was using the official medical definition, not the online definition.
The official medical definition of "plurality" that it's a symptom of DID and OSDD.
The text, because it was using that medical definition, didn't actually say that you can be plural without trauma.
Am I understanding this all correctly?
Dawg, 1) I made is pretty clear what I said
2) I get what ur tryna do here n it’s not working.
Short and simple, any source of evidence that you can link, is either made by an endo — which isn’t a medically backed source — not conclusive enough to provide GENUINE, ACTUAL EVIDENCE, that endogenic systems exist, or aren’t about systems in the first place. Still stand by my original point, thank you very much
What are your thoughts on Dr Eric Yarbrough who has said that you can be plural without trauma or any disorder?
You mean the guy who made the book first and foremost talking about being trans? That’s a dangerous assumption and comparison to make. Being trans ≠ being plural.
The chapter itself uses plural as a medical term, it’s not using the same internet lingo that was spawned from sites like here. PLURALITY in the context that was provided within those links is in the terms of the symptoms that make up the greater part of having DID/OSDD/etc, not fucking having a system without trauma.
Also the resources within that doc are nitpicky to all hell, please use proper citations and make sure to elaborate when presenting an argument guys. That’s how it’s taught in schools 😋
This blog is not safe for endogenic “systems” or people who genuinely believe you can have DID/be a system without trauma.
Some of you silly fucks need to go outside a bit more! Endogenics are NOT backed by medical science, I have never seen one once of proof from actual certified medical papers of such a thing existing and when I ask for such proof I either get
A) a tumblr post as “source”
B) a link to pluralpedia of all fucking sites (where its own “sources” are tumblr posts)
C) they never give a source and block me (cowards… just proves y’all can never back what you claim with actual sources!)
I may not intentionally go out of my way to bully endos but if you come into my home (dms/ask box) I will BULLY you, I will laugh at you, I will call you stupid. If you’re the sort of endogenic weirdo that claims minors are also endos or generally systems just because of a small fraction: it’s dangerous. You cannot fucking diagnose people online.
But go ahead, I invite you to come into my ask box.
Jus to let you know, this account does NOT support endos. If you interact I will publicly shame and laugh at you -Vio
You can't guilt trip me into becoming pro endo
Note: don't go witch hunting this person down. I do not condone harrassment
hi chat i made my own fictive side blog (it’s not finished yet i’ll post the account once i’m done w it) i’m hoping to be more active on tumblr so i think having my own ramble blog will help :]
stare at the wife want to kill her
"Something about her... Innocence. It makes me queasy."
"Unpacking G0LLY.ZIP."
all of them :)
V1 finds a weird looking dog in hell
i am a COMPLETELY different anon who just found you from the v4v tag but i love re-reading Perfect Design a lot. i didn't know you were on tumblr! they're so cute. i'm giggling and kicking my legs and twirling my hair. especially the line about how v2 became an "incoherent mumbles of hate and cuddles", god that's SO cute
AWE MAN THANK YOU, im happy you enjoyed the fic!! Im surprised by how many people like v4v now😭
Love the little blood thirsty go-pros being affectionate with eachother fr
PRELUDE OVERTURE 0-5: FANTASIE-IMPROMPTU
previous
TIP OF THE DAY: Use your enhanced movement to gain the upper hand on your enemies!
The ballroom is bathed in gold. Chandeliers sparkle like stars from above, gowns and coattails swish like long grass in the wind. There is idle chatter in the air— so similar to the mechanical buzz of machinery but, obviously, containing more meaning. Not that V2 can understand any of it anyways. It was an old recording, and the audio was all washed out. What it can understand is the way the people are moving. They are cradling each other in their limbs and spinning in wide arcs and motions. Their feet sway like confetti and their hips swish like wind chimes. They look like dandelion seeds floating away in the wind— and V2 has the Wikipedia page for "Dandelion" saved in its files, so it would know— except that each move looked calculated. Precise in the way that the breeze couldn't be, yet free all the same. V2 had never paid this video much attention before. It rather preferred the noise of parties, or the stillness of sunsets, or the sparkle of laughter. But the more it found itself rending wretches apart, the more it discovered that fighting was much like dancing. And it found it fascinating.
The videos that the Terminal (he insisted that V2 call him that; TERMINALLISON was just too formal) sent over of V2's performance had been reviewed by the machine, of course— it is an Artificial Intelligence, after all. It learns on a group of samples and improves itself from there. But alongside its replays of gore-gushing, feverish massacres of HELL'S trenches, V2 seeks inspiration out from waltzing. Its master did implement a dancing program within its system, for the same reason that he gave V2 all these terabytes of humanity, and V2 decided that it would not let it go to waste.
Reframing all this fighting into choreography made it less probable for V2 to hesitate before sticking its fists into a demon, besides, so it was really for the best that it did this. That's what its algorithm leads it to conclude, anyways. The algorithm always did prioritize efficiency…
The music it plays as it drops onto this floor is another Chopin piece. Fantaisie-Impromptu. It's fast, but not over-exciting. Music always seemed to give machines a push. This piece in particular would give V2 the energy to push through with this level without driving it too trigger happy, and it wants to perform this dance perfectly. The Terminal had told V2 that this was the last room before entering HELL proper. If it wants to go any deeper, it has to go through the realm's guards. And does V2 want to go deeper?
>RUNNING SYSTEM DIAGNOSTIC…
>SYSTEM DIAGNOSIS:
FUEL LEVELS: 23%
REFUELING RECOMMENDED_
…V2 needs to.
The first piano notes sound as V2 exits the elevator shaft. The room it leads to is filled with lava, save for a bridge. V2 crosses it, a light lilt in its step as it ventures further into the hallway it's attached to. The path towards the entrance of HELL would have been lethal for a lesser machine. It is dark and cramped and suffocating. It can see the remnants of old robots jammed between the grinders, like bits of food through tooth gaps. Thankfully, V2 is intelligent enough to maneuver through the traps and crawl spaces. All in a ¾ time signature, no less.
The path opens up into a hallway with a large door standing at the end. V2 enters with light steps. The corridor is dark, lit up only by the statues that lined its sides. The light is golden, like a ballroom. It can't bring itself to appreciate it, however. There is a heaviness in the air that makes V2's joints shudder. Its sensory mechanisms pick up on nothing, but the machine can still sense the suffocating force of HELL through the other side of the door. It predicts that whatever is in the room between this door and the elevator entrance to HELL is going to be far more vicious than the Filths and Husks it had been wiping out so far.
V2 cracks its knuckles. That's alright— strangely, it had been starting to long for a challenge. Perhaps the monotony of its expulsion of HELL had gotten to its system. THIS FEELS WRONG, SOMEHOW.
V2 pushes the door open and walks in.
ABANDON ALL HOPE, ALL YE WHO ENTER HERE.
These are the words carved into the gray concrete of the gate that greets the robot as it enters. It's a chilling inscription, meant as a warning for those who had made it this far. Two statues sit sentinel at its side, exact copies of the ones that had decorated the hallway before this. V2 stays still for a moment. Was this… it? It had been anticipating a fight. One with music and dancing and blood to inject into its wires.
V2 shrugs to itself and makes for the gate. As though scripted, one of the statues quickly rises from its podium. Its joints jerk it into first position. V2's wings flash a bright GREEN as it brings out its gun.
LET'S DANCE!
The statue launches its orb towards it. V2 leaps to dodge it, jetéing with all the grace of the ballerinas that lived in its memory. It immediately counterattacks, jumping towards the statue fist-forward. The Knuckleblaster connects with its stony torso. It cracks, as V2 expected it would. But where the rock splinters, BLOOD also spews forth like a spring— like dandelion seeds erupting from the stem. V2 marvels at the sight.
It can't stay distracted for too long, however. The statue is relentless in its attacks. It has a steady but brutal rhythm of lunging, throwing, punching and jabbing. But V2 is good at keeping its beat. It responds with its own dance— dodging and ducking and shooting. Eventually, the statue gets worn down. Its stone is rippling with cracks, and blood seeps out from each opening. The statue coils over, almost kneeling.
V2 buzzes in triumph. Until…
Reprise - (n.) a repeated passage in music.
The statue that remained seated by the door whirs into motion. Life breathes through it in the same janky, stiff movements as it did its twin. The first statue rises to its feet. The second goes to meet it. Their sculpted hands meet, and to the climax of Fantasie-Impromptu, they dance.
They actually dance. V2 is stunned at the sight, but forces itself to keep moving. Now that the pair were in sync, the steps that were once easy to dodge had quickly grown lethal. Still, it's a scene that V2 would keep in its memory for a while. The statues' movements melt into each other, each punch thrown in sweet coordination. When one of them launches an orb, the other swiftly lunges. They were covering for each others' attacks— they were together.
They look like dandelion seeds floating in the wind. Precise, yet free all the same.
V2's wings flash red. No, it would not do to linger on this scene. It had to fight. It had to kill. It had to WIN. Did they think they were the only ones on this ballroom floor?
LET'S! DANCE!
V2 is quick to learn. Oh, the wonders of machine learning! It memorizes their patterns and adjusts its own moves to respond to them. It is not dancing with them, per se. It acts more like an interloper to their twin stars, orbiting around them but never quite fitting into their rotation. But it is able to better maneuver around their technique. This gives it enough time to launch a counterattack. The best course of action, its algorithm dictates, is to take one down first before the other— preferably the one that was already at the brink of ruin. And so, V2 does just that. It slides and leaps through each orb thrown at it and puts its offensive focus on the first statue.
Not long after V2's adjustments does the first statue collapse. And it quite literally collapses — its stone body crumbles into chunks of gray and entrail. It's dandelion seeds again. The statue's partner is visibly unhappy with it. Its body turns into a bright red— similar to how V2's wings changed color based on its apparent mood. It can tell that it is angry. That it is pissed. And it is HELLBENT on taking out its vengeful rage on V2. Its movements grow aggressive, too quick for even V2; the machine feels the singe of the orb's afterburn when it fails to dodge it perfectly.
It's strange, V2 notes. The creatures it had slain so far didn't seem to care for one another to such an extent. NO ONE IN HELL SEEMED TO CARE ABOUT ANYONE. It had made them easy (easier) to mow down...
It takes a bit of adjustment, but V2's AI is blisteringly efficient. V2 is quick on the uptake and not soon after its partner had perished does the second statue take its final bow. It crumbles much in the same way the first one did, with all the dandelion seed gravity in its fall. V2 hovers over the remains of their bodies. Its heels are inches-deep in the maroon sludge of dust-thickened blood.
It very suddenly grows somber. Memory files suddenly play in its OS, a tidal wave of videos seeping into its theoretical mind. It sees people dancing off-beat. It sees dandelion seeds being ripped from the stem by a raging, howling wind. It sees rain and dark storm clouds. And it sees itself hunched over mangled corpses, listlessly draining the blood from their bodies. It is alone. It has no one. Not even a foe to dance with. All the while, Chopin continues to tickle his virtual ivories.
It very suddenly wonders if it is ready to go any deeper. All this is beginning to feel so… wrong . Those statues were partners. They had cared for each other. They were dandelion seeds. They were ballroom lights. They exemplified everything V2 had seen in its cache of humanity. MEANWHILE, IT HAD NOTHING BUT ITS TRIUMPHS, WHICH WERE BEGINNING TO FEEL HOLLOW. Not even the rationale it had developed about combat and dancing could spare it from this. V2 staggers a little. Its hand goes to clutch its chest, though not for any reason other than it feels mildly comforting— machines, of course, have no racing heartbeat to calm nor aching muscle to soothe, and so have little use for such soft gestures. But V2 was not coded like other machines. V2 was coded with humanity in its wires. It was always meant to be soft.
Yet here it is, standing before the mouth of HELL, crimson stains lining the machine shell that its creators made with love in mind, holding a gun that was won in blood.
WHAT DOES THIS ALL MEAN?
The ground shakes. The gate that the pair had so stalwartly guarded begins to rumble open, revealing an endlessly black maw. V2's wings turn yellow. No. It had to keep moving forward.
It absorbs whatever blood it can from the battlefield, filtering out whatever pumice and debris was mixed into it. Its body hums as it is charged to a decent 67%. Then it slides forward, into the opening, without looking back.
-#-
TIP OF THE DAY: IT'S MY MAN! MY DUDE! V-TWIZZLE! YOU MADE IT! WELCOME TO HELL!!!
The Terminal greets it with a cheerful buzz. Confetti (so THAT's how it looks like) bursts out from its gut. RAPTURE OF MIRTH. CELEBRATION. V2 should delight in this, like humans did whenever there was confetti. It doesn't. It can't. Instead, it silently flicks the statue dust off of its metal plates. Its terminal friend finds this strange— V2 was prone to doubt but it was never quite this… down. It didn't seem like a matter of fuel either. Something in its OS must have been rapidly coding and uncoding itself. The Terminal decides not to ask. V2's answer would probably be boring to it anyways.
TIP OF THE DAY: Woah, giving me the cold shoulder? What's wrong with you? You scared of HELL or something? Pffffft. It's alright. I've been there. Hey, maybe this'll rile you up:
V2's machine moping is interrupted by the transfer of a video file directly into its storage. It startles for a moment but quickly opens it.
>WHAT THE FUCK. WAIT.
The Terminal manages to sound smug over text.
TIP OF THE DAY: Well? What do you think?
>IS THIS ME? WHAT THE FUCK. I DON'T REMEMBER MOVING LIKE THIS. WHERE DID YOU GET THIS.
TIP OF THE DAY: Are you stupid? No, that's not you. It's blue. Keep up, man. Anyways. You remember when I said that there were more machines headed down HELL? This just so happens to be one of them. Meet V1.
>V1? WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT THE FUCK.
TIP OF THE DAY: Pretty cool, no? Some competition you've got there! At this rate, it'll speed right past ya. All the more reason to train, I say.
>WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT THE FUCK. NO. WAIT.
If the Terminal had hoped to relieve V2's personal crisis, then it would be disappointed by the results. The video it had sent over isn't just ineffective, but inspires the completely opposite effect. V2 loops the .mov file, its system doing a full scan of each frame. V1. A MACHINE HEADED TO HELL. The first thing V2 notices is how V1's combat style was so much like its own— fluid, featherlight, free. Files begin rapidly opening in its video player.
SHIT. DANDELION SEEDS. DANCING. PARTNERS. THE STATUES. THE FIGHTING. WAIT. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. TOO MANY. WINDOWS ARE OPEN AT ONCE. WAIT. NO.
V2 should not be capable of generating images of its own. Whatever semblances of thought it has are derived from the materials it has in its memory bank. But watching this video while gigabytes of ballroom scenes and dandelion fuzz playing in other tabs inspires a new vision. Suddenly, it's the two of them cradling each other in their arms beneath ballroom lights. Suddenly, it's the two of them fighting side-by-side, dancing a choreography of gunshots and knuckles, turning red when one of them falls. Suddenly, it's the two of them being blown into the air, spinning and flying.
V2 feels a wire rupture from overheating.
>...HEY TERMINAL.
TIP OF THE DAY: What's up, babe?
>DON'T CALL ME THAT. DO YOU THINK V1 AND I COULD… GO DOWN HELL TOGETHER?
TIP OF THE DAY: Huh?
>LIKE. DO. DO YOU THINK. DO YOU THINK INSTEAD OF TRYING TO COMPETE WITH EACH OTHER WE COULD. JUST. 1-2-3, 1-2-3. YOU KNOW?
TIP OF THE DAY: No I don't. What the fuck are you even saying? Do you want to work together with it or something?
V2 nods slowly. The Terminal buzzes, as though humming in consideration. Then, its screen flashes a large green thumbs up.
TIP OF THE DAY: Hm. You know what? You may be acting a bit short circuited right now but sure! It's not the stupidest thing I've heard from you. If you think you can, then I say go for it. It'd make for some banger material if you could somehow fight alongside each other. Just think of the dynamics! It'd be some of the most thrilling shit to date. Then I could finally beat Jerminal984 in the VIDEO category.
>THANK YOU.
TIP OF THE DAY: Uh, you're welcome. Now get moving!!! It'd be a bad look for you if you got left behind. And my friends really wanna see you clear LIMBO, so...
The Terminal's screen turns dark. V2 lingers in front of it. It sees its reflection on the monitor. It wonders if this is what it would be like when it meets V1. If it meets V1. It's not so sure. It's never so damn sure. But if it can meet V1, it hopes it can find some answers. Maybe even a friend? Someone who would turn red and angry for it. Someone who was just as lost as it was.
Maybe with V1, things would feel close to right.
It doesn't know. But now, more than ever, it wanted to find out.
It turns and walks towards the elevator shaft in boxstep. Then it jumps and plunges downwards.
V1... LET'S DANCE.
hi im sorry if this is weird im js. the tags on your reblog of my silly v1/v2/gabe polycule post?? bro you almost made ME cry!!!!
and um.. if you do make anything because of my post can you tag me in it.. (<- loser does not commonly browse any ultrakill tags...)
sorry im very much a nervous little creature today auauau..
YES !!! If I do get around to making stuff I def will tag you :]. I’m a absolute sucker for v1/v2/gabe stuff I don’t see enough of them but they make me so happy … eughegyehehe /pos
so i decided that v1/v2/gabriel should be a polycule solely because i said so anyways so here's all 3 of them on holiday yay!!
gabe needs 2 work on his anger management
can't even shower in peace!!
gabe goes out to sea and v1 ends up sleeping outside
holiday over. :(
bonus material this has been edited a bit..
i edited another image but i kind of hate it so : )
wanted to make a propaganda style poster of them..