hello ☆ our system's name is The (Sword in the) Scabbard System, but you can call us Voli collectively, he/they/any. we're an orbital median system that's still figuring things out! we've been treating this blog as a plural journal, where we store our system thoughts and miscellaneous musings! :] <3
god it's so weird. for ceres it's normal, they've always been conceptualized as blanketed, an orbitaI median since the beginning. all facets are on the outside, and they're all genuine pieces of voli.
making it so that i was conceptualized as a container before being alive is...
it's like playing to.modachi life but the island is straight-up your open body on the surgical table. i can pick up the little fragments in me and put them elsewhere and manage them so they're happy but it's like rearranging your own guts.
eaughhh its so weird i hate this, someone fucking break me again so that i'm not SENTIENT ANYMORE!!
🪞🗡️ we're used to blurring, but that was... somethin' else. like blurring but worse somehow
🪞 felt like... pieces of each of us were being melted together then re-set solid into different pieces. like an alloy in the furnace.
🪞🗡️ still a little off. i reckon the unelaborated of us aren't going to unblur anytime soon. still, i suppose the nap helped some.
🪻 what caused it?
🪞🔍💪 hell if we know... we're weird. we break more often than y'all lavender fielders. we're more malleable, and more prone to bullshit.
🪞 are you going back to sleep?
🪻 well yeah if y'all got it covered again.
🪞 nooo... stay? 🥺?
🪻 snrk, do y'all get lonely? we're still here, technically, it's not like we leave or anything.
🪞 dunno... hard to explain. it's nice when you're being nice to us.
🪻 y'all are funny lol
🪻 we're not always nice to y'all.
🪞 such is the nature of our system's existence. we'll always have our differences and conflicts. not much to be done. not all of us hold it against you, and not all of you hold it against us.
🪻 about all we can ask for. call it even, in the uneven way of how we're balanced.
us: [takes a bite of burrito bowl while opening little plastic side of salsa]
us: ... [licks salsa from lid]
perception, from nowhere: that's HOT why the FUCK did you do that.
us: WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU COME FROM.