this blog isn't very kid friendly i think, at least it's not intended for minors, check out our agere blog @snow-sugar-dreams for kid friendly content!
this blog was previously named lucadrawsstuff, that's why it's the signature of most of the art in this blog, just letting you know to avoid confusion
hello! I'm Ray (he/him) and we're the Andromeda System! here we just post whatever we want, but we also like to post our art!
we love art, music, games, and also some anime and manga! we're an audhd bipolar system too.
Our Side Blogs
@headmate-temple - build a headmate blog
@snow-sugar-dreams - agere blog
anyway, that's it for this intro post! I'll update it later if needed
não sei exatamente o que eu sou, mas talvez eu seja otherkin? mas eu sei que sou parte de um sistema plural. mas enfim, eu queria ter amigues alterhumanes que são do brasil mesmo pq não tenho amigues assim 😭
tenho 21 anos e sou gênero fluido e aroace!!! gosto de qualquer pronome :) também gosto de desenhar e programar!
Notes: this is one of my very first fics, if It's bad i'm sorry 💔 also since PVC is meant to be a human in this fic, he's just named Vanilla. also why tf am i simping for a cookie 😭😭
Summary: it's almost Christmas Eve and you're feeling lonely without Vanilla by your side. When he visits, it feels very sudden, but it doesn't take long for him to reveal his true feelings for you...
There’s only one week left until Christmas’s Eve. Yet you weren’t feeling very excited. Vanilla has been very busy with his work as a healer, which is understandable, but you found yourself feeling a bit lonely without him. Well, it’s not like he knows how you feel about him. You had spent some time decorating the tree, adding more cute decorations around your house, but the loneliness was distracting you the whole time.
You were sitting on the sofa, staring into space. You sighed. “I’ll get over it”, you thought, looking disappointed. Suddenly, the sound of the doorbell snapped you out of your daze. Who could it be? You got up and opened the door, and there he was, towering over you with his beautiful blue and yellow eyes, and his soft blonde hair gently swaying in the wind. He was like a star, shining in this cold night.
“Greetings, Y/N.”
“Oh, Vanilla! Come on in!” You said, taking a step back and gesturing towards the living room.
“Thank you.” he gently replied as he walked in.
You shut the door. Suddenly, your heart began to race a bit. He didn’t visit you often, especially out of the blue like this, but every time he did, every moment you two shared when no one was around was enough to make you nervous. “Um, have a seat! Would you like something to drink?” you said, trying to hide your sudden anxiety. Vanilla turned around to face you, and calmly said:
“Is something wrong, dear?”
“No. Why do you ask?”
“You seem… Worried. If there’s anything that’s bothering you, you can let me know.” he smiled gently.
“Oh, it’s nothing, don’t worry about it!” you lied as you smiled back at him.
Your gaze met his gaze and suddenly, it felt like he could see right through you. It was wonderful, yet almost terrifying, and you remembered how sharp he is. But that’s part of the reason you love him so much, right? He’s wise, he’s kind and so sweet… But out of your reach.
“Alright, then.” he gently muttered, his gaze avoiding yours. “Anyway… I should probably explain why I came here. Well, it’s simple, I just wanted to spend some time with you…” his eyes met yours again. “But if you’re busy, that’s okay. I’d rather not get in the way.”
“Oh, no, no, it’s fine!” you said almost immediately. “I’m not busy today… I already did my work and all. Um, have a seat! I’ll get some tea for us.” you replied, rushing towards the kitchen.
“Okay.” he said, amused by your mannerisms.
When you entered the kitchen, you let out a sigh of relief. You weren’t usually this shy around Vanilla at all. He’s a dear friend of yours, after all. “Okay, it’s fine, where’s the chamomile?” you whispered to yourself, as the anxiety weakened. After looking through the cabinets, you found the chamomile and some honey. It didn’t take long for the tea to brew, and you left the kitchen holding two mugs of chamomile tea. While avoiding Vanilla’s kind yet piercing eyes, you placed both mugs on the coffee table. “I’ll get the honey!” you said.
Soon, you both were enjoying the tea and talking about day-to-day things and funny stories. Chatting about these things, as well as sipping some calming tea, made your anxieties melt away, like ice cream on a hot summer day.
“Well, Y/N, there’s something I’d like to tell you.”
“Okay, what is it?”
“You see…” he muttered, facing away from you. “I actually have realized something. Whenever we meet, whenever we talk, I feel a certain way… I didn’t know what this feeling was at first.” his eyes met yours again. “The truth is, that I want to be by your side always. Nothing fills me with more joy than seeing you smile, my dear. I know that I haven’t been available to spend time with you and just chat like this, but you’re always in my mind. And I want to be with you.”
Your eyes widened as he spoke each word, and although this moment felt like a dream, it was indeed real. He raised his hand to your cheek, and you leaned in instinctively, and the warmth made your heart feel like it was going to burst with joy, with love. “I want you too.” you whispered softly, and it felt almost embarrassing, but that’s what felt right at the moment.
Nothing prepared you for the feeling of his lips meeting yours. It was a feeling that sent chills down your spine. Your lips parted then met again and again, a wave of passion crashing down like the waves of the sea. He suddenly pulled away a bit, his face still close to yours. You were a bit confused, but he spoke before you could ask anything.
“I knew it.”
“What do you mean?” you whispered, even more confused.
“It’s so easy to tell how you feel.” His smile widened. “And it’s so cute how even a small gesture can make you excited.”
And he kissed you again, and your feelings and the way you were so happy to touch him like this only confirmed his observation. He pulled you against his body, and you felt his comforting warmth. There was nothing else in your mind. There was just you, him and the newfound passion between the two of you. You spent the rest of the night in his embrace. The night didn’t feel that cold anymore.
Hours later, you woke up in your bed, but there was only you there. As you got up in an attempt to get rid of your drowsiness, you began to feel lonely again. Did he leave? There was only one way to find out.
As you went downstairs, you could smell the aroma of freshly brewed coffee. You followed it into the kitchen, and there he was, stacking some fluffy pancakes on a plate.
“Oh! You’re awake.” He spoke. “Good morning. I just thought I should make something nice for you, since you made some tea for me yesterday.”
“Oh, good morning.”
“Alright…” He poured a bit of maple syrup on top, making the pancakes look even more delicious. “Here you go.”
You walked in, and once you approached him, he wrapped his arms around you and softly kissed you on the forehead. The gesture made you smile bright. You hugged him back. You knew that, from now on, you would finally be with the one you love, the one you craved for so long, and the future seemed brighter than ever. It seems like this Christmas won’t be so lonely after all.
living with a mother who thinks I'm using my anxiety as an excuse to avoid doing certain things and to not go outside is frustrating. i mean why would an anxious person behave like they have anxiety am i right? (/s) having to deal with her yelling at me and pressuring me to do things that make me anxious because she wants me to get over it is infuriating.
...idk why I'm posting this tbh. anyway if you're dealing with something similar, i hope it gets better for both of us lol
sometimes i think about a certain thing that happened to us
so there was this one night where Luca (he/they/star) was fronting, and he was really distressed and was crying over something awful, and then star unintentionally switched with Levi (he/they). I think that's when Levi formed. we stopped crying as soon as they switched.
the fact we calmed down so quickly after a switch felt so surreal at the time. we already knew that we were plural at the time, but i don't think we had experienced that beforehand. i also don't think that has happened ever since that night.
idk, it's just interesting to me to see how our plurality works!
changing our mind about different aspects of ourselves so frequently is so annoying honestly 😭 it's like we're almost always confused about ourselves, especially when it comes to our plurality, mostly because we're a median system
but uh if you are dealing with something similar, it's okay! everyone is constantly changing in many ways, and sometimes as time passes you end up realizing that you were wrong about something about yourself (or yourselves!). that's perfectly normal, even in cases where you end up changing your mind again because what you initially though you were made more sense.
allow yourself to be whatever it is that you feel like you are, because it's surely going to be much more helpful when it comes to self-discovery and self-acceptance if you experiment with different things and see what feels right and what doesn't. sometimes we need to remind ourselves of that.
(this post got a bit long, so there's more under the cut)
we recently went through a phase where we genuinely thought we were wrong about being plural, because we thought that us being plural didn't make sense. but then, we realized that we are, in fact, plural. i feel like this idea that we're a singlet was caused by feeling like we're not "plural enough" to be a system (that's not a thing btw!). like, we thought that the fact that there's very little distinction and separation between our headmates meant that we're not actually plural. even though that's just what it's like to be a median system.
at the end of the day, regardless of whether we're plural or not, living the way we are living now makes us much happier than when we deny our plurality
sorry for the long post, but i hope that this can at the very least be reassuring to someone at least. have a good day!
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so I'm a fictionflicker and I'm Luca when I'm not one of my fictotypes (or flickers, idk what to call them), and i think I'm gonna call him my "default settings" just for fun lol /silly
