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"Is it a solar fever?"

Hello. You may call me Near. :)

I'm not the best at posting on social media- I've only ever really used it for personal investigation- but I figured it wouldn't hurt to make a blog.

I go by he/they/it pronouns, mostly. She/her is also fine, if we know one another a decent bit.

I am a part of the radqueer community, in some shape or form. Speaking of this, I am permatwelve, permafourteen, and have a couple of other transIDs. (I know that I am bodily older in my source. That doesn't change anything.) I am also a paraphile.

As for most other aspects of my online persona, assume that they're my cisIDs.

I am a fictive of Near within a system- I don't mind doubles or sourcemates interacting. Sourcemates are especially preferred.

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Death Note, but the entire cast is just part of an amnesia-heavy DID system trying to figure out who the hell is their prosecutor.

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My favorite idea of fun is investigating my family to see if I can guess what they're getting me for our system's birthday. (I did this back at Whammy's, in source)

Currently, my top guess is an mp3 player, though it's still somewhat unlikely.

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We were unsuccessful at getting much sleep. :(

However, I feel okay because our host told me a cute fun fact about our cat. Yay.

Apparently, our system gets this collective desire to sit and mope around on the floor of our kitchen whenever any one of us is in a particularly bad moon. I assume it has something to do with a need to change the scenery in order to get out of our own head.

Anyways. Our cat is normally very adverse to touch. But, anytime we're on the floor of our kitchen and feeling down, our cat will come over to us and let us pet her for as long as we want. :) She even tries to groom us.

This only happens whenever we're upset, too. If we're just sitting in the kitchen cause we're- I don't know- waiting for our food to cook, she doesn't come over to us in the same manner.

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Our system's body is currently recovering from a mild Benadryl addiction. That of which has been causing us a great deal of insomnia, lately.

And, as it turns out, our brain is also oddly sensitive to sleep deprivation. It's been aggravatingly hard to think clearly, though I suppose that could also be another symptom of Benadryl withdrawal?

Either way, I have little better to do right now, and ranting on Tumblr is the most low-effort activity that will keep us occupied currently.

Edit: Oh my god, this sucks. I should've let Kira kill me actually.

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Hm. I'm testing out some dividers, and I believe that I enjoy this one enough to use it. It makes me feel fancy and cool.

It could possibly be better, though.