We're Starri, or Polaris. We are a bunch of miscreants and weirdos! We like to yap about tech, science, the arts, history and other fun thingies! We try to keep things on this blog mostly light and happy, focused mostly on being a light in the dark for other similarly minded reprobates and misfits. Sometimes things on here will be NSFW or potentially triggering, we are very open about our traumas and sexuality. You have been warned.
Proudly queer, disabled, autistic, intersex, a system, and Romani. We often blend together, so if you're curious about who you're talking to just ask! We're very open about ourselves and our interests and any good faith question is one we'll try to answer! If you wanna chat, hit us up, we're usually more then happy to make a bit of small or big talk! More about us and our tags in specific below! Our general system tag is #Starri-speaks!
We have many introjects, and a few pieces of our scattered psyche that have yet to form concrete identities, so all of this is subject to change!
Castor
- Host
- Cis Intersex
- It/⭐/🐈⬛/🦜/Slime/They
- Shimmery stardust slime parrot cat thingie™
Heyyyy, I'm Castor! Presumed first in, most likely last out. I mostly spend my time ensuring this body doesn't break down and it's kept in good condition. My current hyperfixation is HEMA and cooking meals for us and our wonderful wife. If I'm not doing that I'm gaming. I hope when you think of me you think of SCP-999.
#slime-meows
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Muze
- Social butterfly
- Transmasc Femboy
- He/They/🐇/🐐/🦜/It*
- Pastel pink goat bunny... just picture Ralsei or a loud annoying cockatiel
* In a creature way, not an object way.
HAIIII I'm Muze! I'm a mix of Ground's first imaginary friend and our youthful boyish whimsy! I mostly do a lot of our in-person socialization, writing, and other important emotional labor. In recent times I've taken to kinning Ralsei and Asriel! I like spending time with our friends, raving, adventuring, putting together our wardrobe, make up, and making our home as pretty as possible! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*.✧(◠‿・)—☆✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧(人*´∀｀)｡*ﾟ+(✿^‿^)
#Thumps-&-Bleats
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Cyn
- Protector
- Transfem Dyke
- She/It/🦊/🐦⬛
- Mischievous Foxcrow spirit
Sup, I'm Cyn. I'm a result of our cynicism colliding with our butchness. Nowadays I'm usually the one working, driving, doing all the important official things to keep the rest of the system safe and out of trouble. For fun I like reading up on the latest news in STEM, locksport, cybersec, long walks in the dark woods, playing devil's advocate, and aurafarming. If something we did made you mad, it was probably me (;
#Flops-caws
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This One
- Caretaker
- Genderless angeldoll
- It/Angel/Ze/Xe
- Formless bright lights, the warmth in your chest after a hug, occasional dove
Hello, this one has no real name, you may call it angel if you need a name. This one tries to be there for the rest of the system when everyone else is too tired or feels hopeless. It rarely talks outwardly, but will every so often come out to offer emotional advice when Muze or Cyn can not. Nothing brings ze more joy then helping others, and the preservation and dissemination of knowledge.
There's always a moment of intense cultural whiplash whenever I realize I'm talking to someone who thinks "legal" and "illegal" are meaningful categories and ascribes innate goodness to following the law. It's like meeting a space alien.
there seems to be just a huge niche of people online that really need/would greatly benefit from the framework of plurality but are afraid to claim it. which i understand because me too i doubt it for myself a lot. but i think there are a lot of us who don't really meet the criteria for DID or OSDD yet would still benefit from viewing ourselves as actually multiple selves. and perhaps a substantial number of us will later find out they meet the criteria for a diagnosis about it but i think we need to be less caught up on "do i meet this criteria" and instead focus on "what will be helpful to me". which may include resources for people with DID/OSDD, or may not.
I went to a trans meetup yesterday where, not only was I made to reveal and say aloud my deadname by a (cis queer) bartender who ID'd me (while knowing I was there for the trans event), but also on three separate occasions different trans men referred to groups of trans women I was in as "guys".
And I had a really good time! I think having only 4 explicitly transphobic or transmisogynistic things happen to me at a social event is just so unusually low that it feels like a relief if anything. If I'm lucky, one day I'll go to an event where nothing bad happens at all, and it will be incredible.
yeah the hero lead our whole party into a forcefem dungeon so thats why we're all girls now. to be honest its fine. we're all happier this way, but it has messed with out synergy. our knight turned into a shortstack and now her old armor doesnt fit, but she refuses to buy a new and just uses her shield to defend herself. it works but her tunic leaves nothing to the imagination and its really fucking distracting
our cleric is dealing with the fact that it was only so easy to keep up her vow of chastity because she hated the idea of having sex as a man. we keep telling her that her magic has nothing to do with not having sex but i guess its a lot of shame to unlearn. unfortunately she is REALLY horny and keeps getting lost in fantasy and thinking out loud while healing us.
the hero is the worst of it. shes mostly normal until we're fighting any women, and then shes so eager to give up. she starts acting like we have no chance and we need to give up and surrender. then she starts taking off her armor and clothes. she often does this after taking out any men we're fighting on her own so no one really buys, but they're so confused im able to blast any one left with magic, but i dont whats gonna happen if she does this with a woman i cant take out.
she doesn't really speak much but when she does her voice is the softest thing you've ever heard. she's got a lot of scars covering her body but dresses to cover them and says she doesn't know how she got them. she can't remember much of anything anymore. she spends her days mostly wandering the house and doing chores but occasionally you'll see her walking to the market. one time you got a glimpse down her shirt and she was flat chested with no bra and her nipples were kind of puffy
she got harassed by a group of people on her walk today. they kept calling the name of an unfamiliar boy. one of them forced a sword into her hands and told her to try swinging it, that it might help her remember. it felt awkward and heavy in her hands, and when she tried swinging it it tipped out of her grasp and landed in the dirt. she was on the verge of tears and just kept telling them she just wanted to leave, but they continued trying to lead her away. she was lucky her wife had been close by and heard the commotion, rushing over and embracing her. the group seemed scared of her, for some reason. when they got home she was told she wouldn't be allowed to leave the house alone again for a while, in case they came back. she didn't argue it at all.
mhm, though i do think there's the additional element of humiliation present even if it's not really understood by our victim. in some ways i think it's worse than simply being collared and kept as a pet, stripped of your dignity but still left with the spirit to resist, or the hope that one day you'll be free. like this none of that will exist, you're just an empty husk stripped of "you", married to the only person who could challenge your strength, the one you hated the most. and you're happy, or at least what's left of your mind is. what would your past self think upon seeing the state you're in, i wonder?
