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[thattheater-kid]

Here’s my metaphor for systemhood that I tell my singlet friends.

Imagine you’re playing a first person video game. You have the controller, you control your character. It’s a normal first person game. You are an alter, the character is the body. This is fronting.

Other people live with you. Sometimes, they come into the room and sit and watch while you play. They sometimes try to guide you, give you advice on what to do next. They don’t always agree, and they can argue with each other. Other times they scream at you that you’re doing everything wrong and you suck at this game. This is co-consciousness.

Imagine how distracting it would be for people around you to tell you what to do, or to scream at each other or at you, even if they have good intentions. It wouldn’t be easy to focus on your game, would it?

Then sometimes, something happens in the game that prompts you to hand off the controller to someone else so they can play and you get a break. This is (some types of) switching. This can be good.

Other times, someone rips the controller out of your hand or fights you for it. This is (other types of) switching. And sometimes, six other players hook up their controllers, but there’s only one character to play as. So all of you have your controllers, but you’re all trying to play the same character. This is cofronting.

Imagine how difficult that would be. Imagine how hard it would be to try and play a game while someone is trying to take the controller from you, or while six other people are trying to play too.

There are also times that nobody is playing, or you can’t decide who should play. What’s happening to the character in the game? What are they doing if no one is playing? This is dissociation. The character is doing nothing. They’re stuck.

This is the best metaphor I have come up with for being a system. It’s something a lot of people get because they’ve played games before.

[moonyflesh]

mood.

[timetravelrocks]

the host trying to "turn off" the rest of us will never NOT be funny. why don't ya try putting your brain in some rice next, see if that fixes the issue?

[6aykus]

guy who threatens you politely

[pluralsurveying]

I've had this sitting around for too long, so I'm going to let you all have fun with this one. I doubt it will get many responses, but any responses at all are appreciated! Everything will be anonymous, do not worry.

[rockingbytheseaside]

✦ The Legend of a Faceless Harbinger

(Imagine Headless Horseman Capitano x reader. No, I won’t elaborate.)

✧ In an unassuming village nestled by a quaint, insignificant hamlet, you lived in a humble farmhouse. A modest living, with but a few sheep and a tightly held community. Everyone knew each other in the village, for its residents were few, fostering familiarity among its inhabitants and their whereabouts. 

The villagers liked tales of premonition and the paranormal – stories of vengeful Hilichurls, weeping Seelies, or berserk Witches who burn everything in their path. However, one of the legends was about a Faceless Knight, bloodstained and brooding, with a mighty steed supporting his towering frame. Legend has it that the Knight’s armor once shone silver and pristine, but after years of bloodshed and gruesome battles, the knight’s body shifted to that of a monster; the same ones he once swore to destroy. Now faceless, monstrous, and donning a void-like helmet - the Knight rides off into the night, galloping between the living and dead. 

✧ You, on the other hand, disregarded such gossip. If the night was scary because a headless knight reigned dominion over it, then why did you always find solace in it, when the sky is clear and the stars are shining? 

You lived by the outskirts and were content taking care of your small flock of chickens and sheep. You had your fresh bread, a small basket of eggs, and homemade dairy. In the early hours of dawn, you took care of your abode, small patches of vegetables sprouting by the sunlight. And in the late hours of dusk, you sat by the windowsill from your bedroom, gazing up at the stars above. 

Yet as you silently watched the night, a hidden figure, merging with the shadows gazed back at you. His horse neighed softly until a clawed hand patted its head. 

✧ One day, a couple of sheep wandered off from your farmhouse and went missing. The weather was cloudy and the gray clouds threatened a heavy pour if you didn't hurry and found your wandering flock. With your trusty shepherd's crook, you hurried off to run into the forest hoping you'd find them somewhere nearby.

Once you reached the wild forest, it didn't take long to spot your wandering sheep, running in the direction of their baaing. They huddled close by the bushes, grazing on the grass leisurely. You smiled in silent relief, reaching closer toward them until suddenly - you halted. Amidst the dense foliage, a figure emerged, and it dawned on you that your sheep were not simply loitering there by chance. They had been intentionally led here, and at the sight of the stranger, you tensed, clutching your trusty crook. A man on horseback drew nearer, his jet-black steed carefully moving. But the figure was even taller. Dark armor and clanking chains were not as imposing as the sight of his featureless, hollow helmet met you head-on.

It was the faceless Knight. He kept his distance, but his helmet directed straight at you, wordless and careful. With a slight incline of his head, he observed your sheep turning towards you, providing you the opportunity to safely guide your flock home. And as for you? You quivered like a lamb, petrified at the sight of a man of his stature, with only the murky depths of his helmet meeting your gaze.

Thus, you fled. Pushing your sheep hastily from the forest, you didn't look back at the mancing knight. Your heart hammered and you swiftly led your animals back to your farm, locking them in their barn and fearing for your own life. 

✧ In the upcoming days, you didn’t dare to exit your house’s safety. You were convinced that you were living your last days, however, nothing amiss occurred. Instead, things got better in your farmhouse. You don’t know why, but The animals scarcely strayed, the howls of wolves seldom pierced the night, and neither hilichurls nor bothersome slimes encroached upon your land.

You felt an air of change in your quaint farmhouse, despite your sense of alarm remaining after meeting the brooding Harbinger. 

Occasionally, at the earliest hours of dawn, when you get up, you are greeted with small flowers on the steps of the house. Sometimes it’s plucked lamp grass, and at other times it’s a wreath of valberry leaves. In a state of befuddlement, you’d blink, looking back and forth around your entrance. 

You had a secret protector, and your heart yearned to thank whoever that was. 

✧ If someone was leaving you small gifts of flora and guarding your house, it was only courteous to thank them. Therefore, you came up with a plan to leave a small assortment of items in a basket as a response. From time to time, by the footsteps of your house, you’d leave a basket with fresh apples. Sometimes, it would be a loaf of bread you baked. These signs of gratitude persisted, and in return, the gifts grew in magnitude. From small bouquets to rare artifacts and even warm pelts. 

The routine of offerings and gifts became a way of silent communication with your generous benefactor.

Until one late afternoon, you heard screaming right outside your farmhouse. You dashed out of the house and noticed that the usual basket was gone. You just had it filled with homegrown fruits and baked goods, yet it was missing entirely. When you turned your attention towards the commotion, you gasped in surprise at the sight.

The same faceless Knight, in his clad black armor, dragging a kicking peasant with a firm grip. The man was kicking and screaming in horror, his wrist already marred by the Harbinger’s grip. However, what surprised you, was that the basket was in his arms.

“Please let me go-! I didn’t know! I didn’t know to whom it belonged,” - the peasant was thrown hard onto the ground right in front of your feet, the basket and its good rolling out. 

“Lies are inexcusable. And stealing deserves its punishment.” 

The Harbinger spoke firmly, marching straight at the man. Overcoming your shock, you understood - this person stole the basket of food you left, but then the receiver who protected your farmhouse all this time is… 

You shook your head, and before the faceless entity could take a step closer to the thief, you stood with your arms out - “Wait!”

The Harbinger stopped in an instant, that faceless mask going silent as the armored hand tightly closed into a fist. The peasant was shaking behind you.

“It’s not worth it, just some homegrown food anyway. P-please, let this man go.” 

“He stole what you worked hard for. That which is not meant to be his.” 

“I know, but it is not a fair punishment to spill blood in return!”

The headless harbinger let out a low rumble, his massive form towering over you and the begging thief. After a prolonged moment of tense silence, he stated his verdict.

“You were lucky to be granted mercy. Heed my words, there won’t be a next time. Go.” 

The words were short but decisive, spoken out of pure malevolence towards the one who took your offerings that were intended for him. Crawling on his knees, the man shook and thanked you both for mercy, scurrying off the ground of your farmhouse and running away. 

✧ You kneeled by the fallen basket, picking up some of the flowers and fruits that rolled to the grassy ground. As you silently picked them up, you almost flinched when an armored hand appeared in front of you, offering you assistance to get up. When you raised your gaze - a hallow, pitch-black helmet looked back at you. 

You placed your hand delicately onto his.

“Excuse me, Mr… uh, Knight. I thank you for catching the thief and my goods. But may I ask: was it you who brought those gifts by the entrance of my house?”

He remains silent for a moment, and you couldn’t tell whether he was contemplating his answer or studying every nuance of your face up close. After a long moment, he slowly nods his head "Yes." 

A sigh of relief escaped you. Partly due to your fear of the frightening figure, but also because of your suspicion about who the unseen protector of your farmhouse was.

“Then it was you who kept my rural home safe from monsters or predators.” - you nodded, remembering how your flock of sheep was huddled close and safe even when they all got lost before. “You won’t hurt me…?”

“I could never. You have my vow.” 

His voice no longer held that firm animosity it did when he spoke to the thief. Now it was low and deep. His form helped you pick up the dropped belongings and walked you back to the farm.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, a tranquil stillness enveloped the surroundings as you dutifully trailed behind him. A novel sense of anticipation washed over you, distinct from the usual apprehension. For the Harbinger, it was not his first time remaining close to the soil of your modest abode. In fact, he always remained nearby. However, he felt immense guilt for giving you such fright. 

“...I owe you an apology. I intruded on your ground when I caught the thief. But even less honorably so, I never revealed myself formally to you. I did not wish to see you scared.”  

You listened closely, witnessing the sincerity in his movements. You stood close to the pastors, the grass rustling idly by the night breeze. His ominous figure is a stark contrast to you and your cozy dwelling.

“I understand… I do not blame you. I must also apologize for my startled demeanor. I never expected it would be you who actually helped me all this time.” 

The knight tilts his head to the side, keeping a polite hand with yours as he lets you sit on the grass. Every movement he did for you was cautionary and gentle. The two of you sat on the ground, the night sky illuminating the first stars of the night. 

“I just wish to know… Why such kindness?” - you asked at last, easing up the courage to look him straight into the hollowness of his helmet. 

The anticipated question made the Harbinger go quiet. He couldn't deny it, but he found solace in watching you work. How diligently you took care of your animals, how you watered the vegetation, how you smiled joyously when you’d return with a basket full of fresh eggs. It was a tender sight, even as the harbinger maintained his distance on the forest's periphery, secretly yearning to draw nearer to you.

He wished to tell you so much. About how he finds you to be the loveliest person in all of these lands, the most sincere and hardworking. How he enjoys gazing at you the same way you gaze at the stars. Yet now, being in your proximity, the sight of your beauty up close had rendered his thoughts useless and all he could manage was:

"Perhaps I’m utterly infatuated by you."

[freezingcoldsystemtakes-archived]

[shitty mid 2000s anti-piracy psa voice] you wouldn't download a headmate

.

[urfavoritesecretadmirer]

I’m gonna un-fakeclaim y’all real quick.

You’re a real system. You’re the realest system. Look at all your symptoms. You’re clearly a system. Think about your alters. Yep, everything about your alters, you’re def a system. Your system is full of variety? Yep, you’re real. Your system has little/no variety? You’re real. Omg, there’s no way you think you’re faking. You’re so real.

No no, imma stop you right there, because I know what you’re gonna say. “Oh but this and this and this-!” That doesn’t matter. You’re real. You’re a real and valid system.

Anyways imma head to bed now, goodnight all you very real systems!

- 🧿 (Luc)

[keydekyie]

Go you funky little SecUnit! Go!

(One of my favorite scenes from the newest Murderbot novel: System Collapse)

[ghost-of-a-system]

handwriting

might as well post something relevant to the main reason we haven't been posting. school. /hj

most of us having varying handwritings is probably our most minor major inconvenience haha. thankfully we don't have to turn in physical papers as much in college as we did in the past :')

[turnitsysclusive]

i love you systems who call your alters "headmates"

i love you systems who call your alters "voices"

i love you systems who call your alters swears

i love you systems who call your alters things that are silly, weird, or normal

dont let anyone tell you what to call them <3

[emrysmerlinambrose]

Simon dating someone with Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID).

Gn! Reader, no use of y/n, mixture of 09 and 19 lore.

__________

You don't tell him about your diagnosis at first, even after you start dating. People assume too much when you tell them. You don't know if you ever planned on telling him at all, your headmates sure as hell weren't gonna. It wasn't until you woke up one night screaming and sobbing, absolutely terrified, that it became enough for him to start pressing.

That night was bad.

You were working a very normal shift at your very average retail store when someone who looked like your abuser walked in. It wasn't them but that doesn't matter to your brain; the panic, fear, and anxiety coursed through you like they really did walk in.

Simon noticed you were on edge when you came home, especially when you wouldn't let him touch you. That worried him the most, you never pushed him away like that. Even when you don't want to be touched you never throw him off of you like he burned you, but he couldn't get an answer out of you. Sleeping it off never worked but that equally never stopped you from trying. You never expected it to result in the most vivid dream you've ever experienced. A play by play of trauma locked from your memory on purpose.

Simon wasn't able to fall asleep, not when something clearly happened to you, it didn't stop him from startling when you started screaming bloody murder out of nowhere. He could see it in your eyes that you weren't all there, you were staring directly at him and yet clearly not seeing him at all. If he tried to get close to you and comfort you you would only sob louder and beg him not to hurt you. It took 20 minutes for you to calm down enough, only it wasn't you anymore. No you went to that nice comfortable place in your brain where nothing could hurt you anymore. It's also where you stayed for a week. Not that he knew, it is a covert disorder for a reason. No he could tell something wasn't quite the same but you did also randomly scream bloody murder in your sleep so it's not like he put 2 and 2 together.

When you did finally front again after your headmates deemed you stable enough to go back Simon still had that pensive worried look on his face. No one said anything to him but it felt cruel to leave him out of the loop. So you did the one thing you never thought you would do.

You told him.

He thought you were breaking up with him when you sat him down to explain everything. The literal binder of information you printed out for him threw him for a loop until he realized you are not, in fact, breaking up with him. He appreciated the binder.

After that he, at first, treats you guys like you're fragile. To him you must be. He has been tortured, abused, buried alive, and seen death since he was a small child and yet his brain is whole. Fucked up but whole. Surely something truly horrific must have happened for you to develop this right? It doesn't take overly long for him to find out that DID doesn't work like that and he's a little guilty that he's relieved. He knows that your trauma isn't lesser but to know that it probably wasn't more than what he's survived makes him glad in a way. He wouldn't wish his life on most people.

He started noticing the differences after you made a nice little list of everyone's names and some generic information about them. He could tell your switches before even yall could. He knew everyone's body language and voices in under a month. Being a soldier helps in that way, having to always notice the smallest of changes in body language can sometimes mean life or death on the field.

Not everyone likes him at first, still wary and shielded. He may be your boyfriend but that doesn't mean he's everyone's. That fact was hard for him to grasp for a while. It helped once everyone warmed up to him especially now that yall aren't so worried about making sure you are the only one out when he's around.

Your relationship gets easier when you don't have to have walls a mile in every direction trying to keep you safe. It will never be perfect with functional multiplicity but neither are either of you.

[kamisamabest]

nothing gives me more supply than someone i slightly dislike having a bad time/struggling

[boyswillbedogz]

courtesy of my tiktok. sorry for no captions i straight up forgot

keep syscourse off this post i dont care

[sobgoblinn]

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