#singlet behaviour

[puppygirlhrt]

okay we've been thinking, there might be at least three or us in there,

[fayesia]

Greasin' the engine shaft

pervyold!Joel x younger!reader

Warnings: inappropriate workplace behaviour | dubcon | borderline noncon? | humping | spanking | Joel's eats it from the back | pussy+ass eating | refers to himself as "old man" | nicknames: sweetheart, honey, baby | spit play | manhandling | facefucking

Part 2 : here

His gaze followed you. Soft brown doe eyes contrasted the rough, sharp edges of his face. Joel hired you due to the sheer lack of staff in the autoshop. Only a few could take his harsh criticism. Many ended up with a black eye after an argument and their last paycheck the next morning.

The other few misogynistic fucks working whispered that you were just a pretty piece of ass Joel kept around as eye candy. You've done the books though, spent 3 months working through the shops finances, saving it from bankruptcy before you got to show where your real skills lie.

3 months until Joel got to walk into the shop every morning and see your body bent over the open hood of a car. The jeans you wore were old, baggy, and rubbed through with grease stains that no detergent stood a chance against. While your upper half was clad in a tight once upon a time white singlet, the material also dirtied with dark stains ranging from yellow to brown to black. But Joel couldn't imagine a sexier sight, the way your tits were about to slip out of your top and how you always wiped the dirt and sweat off your face with a makeshift rag made from his old flannel.

You noticed him too.

Somedays, you'd come to work and see Joel already getting through a job, his hands dirty and covered in oil stains as he wiped the sweat off his brow.

It was a carnal image, and you hated that you loved it.

Seeing the salt and pepper haired man in a tight tshirt soaked through with sweat, sleeves rolled up just enough for a slutty peak of his veiny forearms and massive biceps.

The perfect size to wrap around your neck while he pounded into you. Full nelson style.

*

You thought it must've been an accident at first. The way he'd have to move past you behind the counter and his hands would grip onto your waist, crotch rubbing against the curve or your ass, while you had to keep a smile plastered onto your face with the rudest karen of a customer.

It seemed less of an accident when you'd be working on a cars engine and notice Joel's presence behind you. Not too close, but under his watchful eye, something would slip and go wrong, immediately rushing to the scene, his hands wrapped around yours to help you. Body pressed flushed against your own where you could clearly feel his hard on. But he acted oblivious, twisting a cap back on before rubbing the small of your back and reprimanding you. Considering the rest of the workers could've landed with a slap to the back of the head, you'd take the groping.

It definitely wasn't an accident when you got stuck under a car while working on an oil change. The wheel to the car creeper jammed, and you were left stuck there calling for Joel, the only one working at the time, to come pull you out. His hands grabbed onto your ankles, then your thighs, then your hips, and once you were finally out, his large body loomed over your own. Hands resting on your ribs, but his thumbs were most definitely digging into the underside of your tits.

No doubt he was feeling up the weight of them. He had no shame either, absentmindedly asking if you were okay while his eyes were glued to your chest and apparently his hands too.

You simply thanked him, wanting to leave the awkward situation you were in with your fifty something year old boss. It wasn't normally for a twenty year old like you to have this experience...so why was the spot between your legs throbbing?

From then on, you noticed the subtle motions Joel made to simply be around you, stare at you, touch you, even talk to you about nothing relatively important. He knew more about your great aunts hip surgery than anyone you were friends with.

After that situation with the car creeper your body language with Joel became more than enployee and employer. You thought it as a silly inside joke between the two of you. But you couldn't have been more wrong as to what this 'joke' would lead to.

While he attended to a customer, you bent down to get something from behind the counter, ass directly against his crotch. Making a greying man like that stutter was in your top ten achievements.

You tried subtlety too.

During conversations, your hand would rest on Joel's bicep while you laughed at any joke he'd make. Even your lips formed a pout in response to every attempted reprimand he gave you, only angering your coworkers more when he'd fall victim to your puppy eyes. But upon remembering how the last guy who called him out for his leniency got sacked, no one said a word. Joel didn't care if it was just both of you left to run the shop. In fact, he'd rather prefer. He was accustomed to nightly thoughts of the two of you brandishing every part of the workshop with sex.

Over the counter, the hood of a car, the office desk, the inside of a customer's car, even the alley behind the store where a truck picked up the old car pieces.

He'd do anything to fuck you anywhere.

And he was getting impatient, the relentless teasing was getting to a point and he was gonna fuck you sooner than later.

*

One of the last few workers, Gary, mumbled something to you.

"Huh, what was that?"

"I said you don't mind closing up, would ya?"

Joel watched the interaction, waiting to see what you'd say, but you knew better than to confront these roughed up middle-aged men and simply nodded.

His voice rang out through the now empty shop while everyone drove off.

"Thanks, sweetheart. I'll reward you good with the extra hours, don't worry"

"It's fine, not too keen on heading to the bar to watch some old men flirt with girls half their age."

Nodding as he counted the money in the til, his head lifted up.

"You don't think that's fine hun?"

"What?"

"An old man with a girl half his age?"

His eyes sharpened as he questioned you, like the next answer you gave was critical.

"Just not for me, I guess, I mean, kinda weird, don't you think?"

Turning to face you, Joel moved towards you from behind the counter. He got closer and closed with each step.

"Can't keep answering my questions with more questions, sweetheart."

"I wasnt-i just-whys this even important, let's just drop it okay?"

"No, let's not."

Surging forward, Joel trapped your body between him and the back wall of the shop. His big hands kept you in place while his head lowered to your neck. His pointed nose leading a trail up your neck.

"Fuckk, smell so good, don't you, sweetest damn thing left in this godforsaken shop"

You froze. It was just a joke, right? All the flirting and the touching, you never pictured it going anywhere.

You could be his daughter for fucksake.

His grip was unrelenting, though. Tight against your upper arms to the point that it hurt.

"Please Joel, you're hurting me"

"Sorry hun"

Releasing you, his lips crashed onto yours. They were slightly chapped, and he could taste the sweet artificial lip gloss you had on. Your shock allowed his tongue to slide into your mouth. The taste of cigarettes and whiskey was strong, too strong against the bubblegum flavour of yours.

You hated the fact that the longer his mouth dominated yours, the stronger that feeling between your legs got. The subtle drumming as Joels hands grabbed your legs to wrap around his waist, the movements rubbing your core against the bulge growing in his jeans.

"Ngh please Joel stop"

"It's alright honey, can feel you wanting it"

Your limbs went limp, resting your body solely against his while his hands groped the curve of your ass. He pulled away from the kiss, letting out a chuckle when your head leaned forward to connect you two again.

Joel lifted your shirt off you, working on getting your jeans down while you unhooked your bra. Dragging you to the hood of that Karen customers car, he bent your over, reeling his hand to slap against your covered ass. You grunted from the force of it, certain he had left a mark even through your underwear. Kneeling down behind you, his face shoved into your centre, inhaling your scent through the cotton, while he rubbed himself through his jeans.

"Godd..sweet fucking young cunt, can't get enough of you"

His nose brushed against your damp centre, this time using both his hands to come down against your soft skin. Joel's tongue sticks out to lick the wet fabric, the taste of you enough for precum to start leaking from his tip, dampening the front of his jeans to form a dark patch.

You pushed back against his face, whining at Joel's teasing.

Joel couldn't believe this was happening. To be honest, your reaction at the other guys talking to younger girls seemed enough reason to back off, but when else would he get a chance like this with you. To have you humping your wet soaking pussy against his face like a dog in heat.

It was now or never.

And he couldn't wait to get to greasin' his engine shaft.

Looking back at Joel, you knew he couldn't handle the pleading look in your eyes. The look that screamed "fuck me please, I need you".

Deep down, you knew how disgusting this truly was. You were young, barely leaving your teenage years behind, and Joel was Joel. A greying man in his fifties who most girls in a bar warily turned away from to evade preying eyes.

But right now, you just needed him so badly.

"Please Joel, please"

"Tell me whatchu want sweetheart, exactly what you want this old man to do"

"God...please lick my pussy"

"Not my name, but if you're begging so much"

Laughing at his joke like it was the best one of the century, his hands tugged down your underwear, stuffing it into his pocket for later tonight. Where he could lay in bed, wrapping the cloth around his dick and jerk off to the memory of pounding into your tight pussy.

Snapping out of his future plans he focused onto the sight of your wet cunt, your slick clearly dripping through your folds. Dinner was served.

Joel smashed his lips to you, his tongue tracing around and between every fold, collecting all the fluids into his mouth before reeling back and spitting it onto your tight hole. The blob of liquid dripping down from your asshole to your clit as your moaned out into the empty store filled with the hum of the generator. Collecting it all before it could drip down, his mouth went straight back to work.

His tongue lay straight as he pushed it into your entrance. The sensation was unreal. At the same time, his nose nudged your tight ring of muscle.

"Oh God, Joel keep going, don't stop..please"

"Mhph"

Joel's muffled response vibrated on you, adding to the stimulation.

"Fuck da- Joel I'm gonna come"

The slip meant to go unoticed.

"Couldn't have gotten anymore perfect, now you're going and calling me daddy. Come for me hun, come for your daddy"

Letting out a serious of moans, Joel's mouth sucked at your clit taking you that bit further to climaxing. At this point you didn't care how you desperate you looked humping against Joel's face, especially when his strong hands gripped the flesh of your thighs keeping you in place.

Joel couldn't get enough of you, the taste of you or the feel of you. It was almost too much, smothering all of his senses to the point that he could barely think straight

Grabbing you by the shoulder, Joel pushes you to your knees before unzipping his jeans to pull his dick out. The unrelenting pressure finally gone as he groaned out while stroking himself.

Your eyes widened. Sure, you felt his bulge against you a few times, but you'd never guess it would be this long or thick. The tip had precum dribbling along it, streaks of the liquid running down over the numerous veins. It looked angry and painful.

"Time to help daddy out, sweetheart, took care of you real good, didn't I."

You looked up at Joel, eyes filled with hesitancy, the exposure of your naked body compared to Joel's entirely covered one internally shaming yourself for your lust.

But your daddy wasn't going to have that.

Fingers hooking your jaw open before shoving himself in, the immediate pressure was sure to leave a bruise, but you soon matched his pace. Tongue gliding along every ridge and bumb until your throat could memorise the pathway of that one vein travelling down his entire length.

"Gonna cum sweetie, swallow it for me yeah, swallow all of it."

Nodding your head, you could barely make out Joel's face through the tears brimming in your eyes. Your face soaked in spit, snot, and tears, but Joel couldn't care less. This is the picture he'd remember, how he liked you looking the best.

On your knees. Fucked out. Needy. Lusting.

With one last shove his hands held your face in place, spit dribbling onto his balls as he pumped your throat full of cum. You choked on it as he pulled out but his fingers pushed any escaping drops of cum back leaving nothing to waste. His dick still hung in front of you, surprisingly still keeping its length after cumming. Your tongue peeked out to lick the tip making Joel hiss at the overstimulation.

"I know hun you need me, but I'm an old man now. I can't keep up the way I could back in the day, gimme a few."

Part 2...perchance?

[a-killer-obsession]

Day 8 - He Sees You When You're Sleeping Heat + Somnophilia

Tags: afab she/her reader, voyeur heat, dubcon, knife play, blood play, femdom, blood as lube, biting, oral (receiving), felching, stalker behaviour

WC: 2.4k

The first time Heat saw you was just walking through the local market. The crew was docked for a few weeks, so he'd decided to have a look around. As soon as he saw you he'd decided in his head that he deserved you, that he could make you feel good, you just didn't know it yet. He followed you back to your home, grumbling to himself as he realised you lived in an apartment. It took him a while to figure out which windows belonged to you, but soon he was able to sit on a nearby roof and comfortably watch you go about your day. Sometimes he would find you during the day, and follow you as you went about your errands. Always from afar though, never interacting.

He returned each night, using the cover of darkness to hide himself as he watched you in your apartment. Luckily for him you never closed your curtains, you didn't think you had need when you lived on the third floor, with the only thing facing your windows being the roof of the building next door. At first he just watched, until one night you came out of your bathroom in a towel, plopped yourself down on your bed, and pleasured yourself. You used a dildo, and Heat touched himself watching you, jerking himself off at the same pace you were thrusting it into yourself and pretending it was him pleasuring you.

He decided then that tomorrow, he would help you out. You didn't seem to have a partner to pleasure you, and you clearly wanted it, so he would offer himself up. He'd already been planning how to get into your apartment over the last few days. You didn't lock your balcony door, almost like you were leaving it unlocked just for him.

He waited until you were asleep, he knew your bedtime routine well by now, and he snuck in skillfully, scaling the side of the building and sliding the balcony door slowly to minimize any sound. He spent a little while looking around your apartment first, picking things up and smelling them, opening your pantry and fridge to see what sort of food you liked, running his finger over the spines of the books on your shelf. Finally, after he decided he'd explored enough, he quietly made his way to your bedroom.

You were sleeping so peacefully on your side, one hand under your pillow, making soft snores. He examined your face carefully, he'd not seen you this close and you were even prettier now that he could see you better. He wished there was a bit more light, but at least with your curtains open the light pollution from the town did a decent job of illuminating the room.

Heat was already hard at this point, palming himself over his pants as he peeled away your blankets. He'd seen you go to sleep in a cropped singlet and panties, and he bit his lip seeing the lacey fabric framing your pleasantly round ass. The mattress dipped as he climbed up to kneel on it, and his hand breezed over the plump mound of your ass; your skin was so soft and made him groan. His hand travelled more, wanting to feel more of your velvet skin, running over your thighs and tummy. He froze as you groaned in your sleep, rolling on to your back, your legs parting as you bent one knee to be more comfortable, your hair falling over your face which stayed sideways on the pillow.

When he was sure you were still asleep, he brushed the stray hair from your face, wanting to see any small expression you'd make when he eventually pleasured you. With your legs slightly parted now he could see your clothed cunt through the transparent gusset of your panties, and your breasts now sat proudly on display. He peeled your shirt away from them, admiring your pert nipples as they hardened at the exposure to the cool air. He groped them gently, his cock leaking in his pants.

There were so many things he wanted to do to you, especially with your soft looking lips parted so invitingly for him, but he had convinced himself that this was all for your pleasure, that he was doing you a favour. His calloused fingers ran down your exposed tummy, enjoying the trail of goosebumps left behind, before coming to the band of your panties. He didn't think he could get them entirely off, but he didn't think you would mind if he ripped these ones. Tomorrow, once you accepted him, he'd take you shopping, spoil you rotten. Perhaps even bring you back to the ship and fuck you until you were too cock drunk to realise the ship had left port. He grabbed the panties firmly either side of the seam that connected the gusset and pulled, tearing them open and exposing your bare folds.

He ran his thumb over the center of them, running it through just the top of the valley, before spreading them open. He pushed your other leg to bend as well, so he could get a better look at your delicious cunt. There was a glistening to it, you must have gone to bed horny, poor thing. It was a good thing he was here to help you out. He played with your cunt a little bit, before flattening himself against the bed and licking a fat stripe between your folds. You were so sweet, and he struggled to not groan, grinding his erection against the mattress as he lapped at you. Your pussy leaked at the stimulation, and he pushed his tongue inside you to gather your honey, thrusting it in and out as he rolled your clit with the pad of his thumb.

You made soft moans in your sleep, your breathing steadily becoming quicker until your cunt gushed on Heat's tongue. He breathed a satisfied groan against your pussy, his cock spilling out in his pants as you came. You didn't have to worry though, he had the stamina to keep going, he wasn't done satisfying you.

He repositioned himself, pulling down his pants enough to expose his cock, spreading his cum down his shaft as he admired your pretty pussy that had puffed with the blood flow from arousal. Pleased with himself that your body wanted him, he carded his cock through your folds, before slowly sinking just the head inside you. He had to pause and take deep breaths, his cock sensitive from cumming and threatening to do it again at how warm and tight your insides were. Your pussy accepted him so easily, like it was made to take him.

Slowly he sank further inside you, until his pelvis was flush with yours. You stirred in your sleep, your brows furrowing, and he froze until your face relaxed again. He didn't want you to wake yet, he didn't need credit for what he was doing, he just wanted to make you feel good. He made an experimental thrust, and your mouth made a cute little ‘o’, so he did another. Bit by bit he increased the depth and pace of his thrusts, languidly fucking you while you moaned in your sleep. Your pussy fluttered around him, and he closed his eyes and groaned.

Something cold and sharp pressed to his neck, and with a surprised expression he opened his eyes, seeing you wide awake, a knife held against the skin that shielded his delicate artery. He froze, cock deep inside you, and you made a low growl at him.

“You better make me cum or I'm slitting your fucking throat,” you spat at him, “I know you were watching me, did you think haki was only for pirates and marines? Fucking pervert. All you pirates are the fucking same.”

“You-you knew?” Heat asked, a quiver to his voice. He still didn't move, and you pressed the knife harder against him, until the edge sliced through his skin and a thin trail of blood ran down his chest. He whimpered pathetically and you could sense exactly the sort of man he was. One that would be easy to manipulate and control, just how you liked them.

“Are you deaf, or just stupid?” You growled, “I said fuck me, either do it properly or you're never seeing daylight again. At least not alive. I'll peel your fucking face off and send it to that thick skulled captain of yours.”

Heat whimpered and started moving again, giving you deep thrusts a little faster than he was doing before. You rolled your hips to give him the hint to go harder, and he complied, grabbing your hips and groaning as he made hard thrusts. “Fuck, that's it, just like that,” you sighed, “fuck me nice and deep or this knife will end up deep inside you.”

Your threats were turning him on more than he thought, his dick twitching inside you as he whimpered and fucked you hard. Every movement made the knife bite more into his neck, and your eyes followed the trail of blood down his front to where it caught against his corset styled shirt. “Let's see what we're working with, shall we?” You remarked, before bringing the knife down to his belly, letting it slide against his skin as you dragged it up, slicing both him and the strings of his corset until the shirt fell open to reveal his tight muscles. Blood streamed from the shallow injury, trailing down his abdomen and catching against his cock, lubricating his movements. The sting made him whine, but without the knife at his throat he was able to fuck you harder, his fingers bruising as they sunk into the flesh on your hips.

“That's it, good boy,” you cooed, Heat groaning at your praise, “you like it when I cut you, huh? Maybe I'll carve my name on you when we're done, so you never forget how lucky you were to live, if I let you live.”

Heat made pathetic little sounds and his thrusts got sloppy. You got sick of laying there taking it so you used your strong thighs to roll him, pushing him to his back and straddling him, your knife against his belly. The wounds you'd given him were starting to clot, so you added more cuts, watching the blood drip down his sides and stain your sheets. He reached out to touch you, and you put the knife to his throat. “Keep your disgusting hands to yourself,” you growled as you rode him. Heat's chest looked wonderful with blood glistening over his muscles, and you ran your hands over him, admiring how well he was sculpted.

You gathered some of the blood on your hand, then you leaned back, resting your other hand against his thigh to support yourself and using his blood as lubricant to rub your clit. “Oh fuck,” Heat groaned, watching you use his blood to pleasure yourself. Both of you were covered in it, like you'd both just come from a battle. “Shut up,” you spat, “another word from you and I'll cut your dick off and keep it as a fancy dildo.”

You felt his dick twitch inside you at the threat, watching him bite his lip. He was trying his best not to cum but the shit you were saying and doing had him on edge since you'd woken up. You felt yourself getting close as well, so you put your knife aside and leaned forward, sinking your teeth into Heat's neck and growling as you came on his cock. He cried out and you felt his cum filling you, your pussy milking him dry.

“Tsk, disgusting,” you spat as you sat back up, using the back of your hand to wipe the blood from your mouth. Your bite was hard enough to pierce through his skin, an inflamed, bruised mark in the shape of your teeth left on his tattooed skin. You stood up, standing over him and letting his cum drip from your cunt, combining with the drying blood on his abdomen. “Clean it up, pig,” you growled, pointing your blade at him.

Heat let out a groan and grabbed the back of your thighs, pulling you down until you were sitting firmly on his face. His tongue lapped and prodded at your cunt eagerly, and he buried it inside you and licked at your insides, his nose pressed hard against your clit, making you moan and grind against his face as he tried to reach as deep inside you as he could.

“Fuck, that's it, clean up all your disgusting pirate cum,” you moaned, “oh fuck I'm gonna cum again.”

You grabbed his hair hard and grinded fully against his nose and tongue, and he groped at the flesh of your thighs as he groaned against your cunt. “Take it, pirate scum,” you spat before gushing against his face, Heat eagerly lapping up everything you gave him. You sat fully against him as you finished, suffocating him with your pussy before he squirmed at the lack of air. He didn't try to remove you though, which made you smirk, he really was just as submissive as you thought he would be. Maybe you'd let him drop by a few more times before his crew's log pose reset.

He took a deep breath as you raised back off him, and you shimmied down his body until you were sitting over his softening cock. You took your knife and he watched with wide eyes as you carved your name in sanguine letters on his chest. When you were done, you licked the blade, then his chest, making him whimper, before standing suddenly.

“Get out,” you growled. He froze for a moment, before quickly scrambling off the bed. Before he could grab the handle to the bedroom door, you rushed at him, holding the knife to his throat and squeezing his face hard as you kissed him, forcing your tongue in his mouth which he gratefully accepted with a groan. “Come back tomorrow,” you purred in his ear, before pushing his face away and watching him rush out the apartment door looking like he'd been in a bad fight, his clothes in tatters and his body and hair caked with blood.

You chuckled to yourself, already making plans for tomorrow, before heading to your shower.

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[changingplumbob]

Art: What is this top secret meeting called for then grown lady?

Coraline: Samson will be here soon and I want you both to listen to him

Layla: Oh... I don’t know that this is my best yes you can marry my daughter outfit. Maybe I should go change

Art: At least it’s not as informal as a singlet

Coraline: Ugh, that’s not why he’s coming

Layla: Oh... I'm sorry Coraline, he did ask for permission to date you so that’s where my mind went

Coraline: And remember, he’s not great under pressure but he’s working on it so just give him time to speak

Art: Not great under pressure? He’s won medals-

Looking at his wife Art saw that this was not the route to take.

Layla: We’ll be on our best behaviour Coraline

[interstellarchaosss]

How noticeable to a normal person on what alter/headmate is currently fronting? Are there any irl friends and family that are aware/you’ve told?

Once someone knows we're plural? We've definitely been told it's very obvious. We try to mask our plurality when around strangers or in unsafe places, and we almost always try to mask our voices because our accents can be very overt. But even when masking, people can tell if we've switched. We're out as plural to both of our parents, one of our siblings, our partner, around 7 - 10 friends (and ex friends) as well as some of our colleagues and several psychologists over the years.

Our friends who usually saw us once or twice a week started being able to guess who was fronting after just a month or two of us being open about our plurality, and two of them can notice a switch happened within a few minutes--even when we're actively trying to mask. Our psychologist can tell who we are the moment she walks into the waiting room to greet us, and she knows when someone she hasn't met is fronting too. Our parents aren't really involved in our plurality, they'd rather sweep it under the rug and pretend it's not a thing--but on occasion, our mother has mentioned it to us. Our sister can tell a lot of the time, especially when headmates she likes are fronting. And, of course, our partner, @sparkssystem (who is long distance but we were sharing a room for about a month recently) was very quickly able to identify switches and fronters even if we tried very hard to mask.

But!

To singlets? No one would really suspect anything as long as we don't accidentally let our accent slip into something very different from our own--though that's also easily brushed off as just a silly thing we do. People don't normally notice changes in behaviour or voice--or if they do, they don't take note--if they don't know you're plural. Especially if they don't know plurality is even an actual thing that exists. People just assume you're having a weird off day, or you're sick, or you're dealing with something you don't want to talk about so your emotions are wack that day. Singlets don't tend to jump to the conclusion of "this is a whole new person than yesterday"--it's barely even a concept that registers in the general publics brain as an answer for "why is this person weird today".

So, I suppose we're pretty obvious, if you know what you're looking at!

[musashi]

i’ve never quite “gotten” adrian andrews, what’s your take on her? i guess im mostly confused about how she still managed to appear stable after celeste’s death without anyone to be dependent on, altho i might just be forgetting a LOT of the details of that case

the human brain is amazing and incredibly resilient. adrian's hyperindependence was a faulty coping mechanism & an attempt to emulate celeste's own behaviour.

when put under extreme stress, the brain can do all kinds of crazy shit, including just straight up drastically changing one's personality or facilitating an individual to do that themself. this is a function of all kinds of disorders!

for example: no one loves me and now i have narcissistic personality disorder. you would think that no one loving me would make me a beaten waif who wanders around sadly all day moaning about how no one loves me. but that kind of extreme stress put my brain into survival mode, since humans can't survive without love/social support. my brain was like, "shit!! we're not getting any support or care!!! QUICK WE GOTTA MAKE OUR OWN!!!"

now i'm chronically obsessed with myself. literally have obsessed with myself disorder. many such cases.

in extreme cases you might see plurality. trauma often triggers dissociation which triggers a brain to split into multiple personalities/identities. though this is a disorder of its own, the waters between singlet and plural are pretty murky because brains do a lesser version of shit like this all the time to cope with stress. and that's what happened to adrian.

adrian's "true" personality is the one we see in T&T. she is anxious, scatterbrained, clumsy, and emotional. at some point, she internalized the idea that these traits were undesirable, and that she had to cling to others who had their shit together for guidance, because clearly she was in no shape to live her life alone. she clung to celeste, and celeste killed herself, and adrian was left at her lowest without the life preserver she'd been clutching tight for the last however long. and her brain, in full crisis mode and actively suicidal, attempted to fill the void celeste left behind. it did this by transforming her into celeste.

adrian's personality in JFA is her best attempt at an impression of her mentor. she is trying with all she is to emulate everything about celeste--crafting herself into a cold, hyperindependent businesswoman with no time for anything besides her career. it is a costume she wears to prevent herself from falling apart, and it is the armour that keeps her safe.

adrian's character arc is about making peace with herself and learning to let go of the instinct to revolve herself around others. this is why she is so different in T&T. in JFA, her facade is revealed to be just that, and so there is no point in putting it up any longer. adrian is forced into a position where she must now face in kind the person she is beneath all that coping.

who she is... is a bit of a mess! who she is is riddled with nerves and not quite as put-together as she would like to some day be. but as it turns out, everyone likes her just fine that way, and even though she makes mistakes, those mistakes are not the end of the world. most importantly of all, who she is is adrian. her own person, with her own life, and her own unique talents that deserve to be explored.

[aita-systemized]

OK OK SO AITA FOR THIS WEIRD ASS SITUATION

Ok so basically, I'm part of a system and my sister isnt. I'm usually very guarded around her while others in the system aren't. Our host asked if it was ok if we stopped masking around her bc we trusted her, she said no she doesn't want us to do that bc then it's more likely we'll talk about quote "heavy" topics. I'm pissed at her for this. Most everyone else in the system says she has the right to say no, which I agree to but I feel like the way she said it was kind of dickish. Note: she is older than me by 2 years. She is a married adult and can definitely handle harder conversations she just chooses to avoid them. Especially when it comes to our mental health, despite the fact she has no problem venting to us.

Tldr: we tried to open up, she said no, I'm pissed.

[bluegreenphoenixes]

we have barely known we're plural for over a year but we already couldn't imagine living in any other way than directly supported by our alters' advice and switching in to directly help. we're more stable than ever before in our life. how could we live for decades with the illusion of being a singlet?! it robbed us of so much cooperation and making up for each others' shortcomings. we have so many less behavioural issues now that we know it's not 'us' us but other specific alters we need to find compromises with

[syscest]

sent my "singlet" friend your blog and he rapidly read it all and said he related to multiple of your posts. 🤨

Tangentially, after starting this blog we understand egg culture even less. I don't need to stretch any definition or be "sus" of any individual for not conforming to expected behaviour of singlets or cis ppl or whatever because apparently if you're a system and you're funny enough people will walk up to your ask box, TELL YOU about their plurality in GREAT detail, and then say, "but idk if I'm plural yknow - aren't they more like those systems I see on TV? I wish I was plural so badly though idk why" and we can only sit there agape

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for writing a fic about a character who a plural friend has a fictive of in a way I know they wouldn't like?

I (25 he/him) have a friend (27 they/them) who is a system. I am a singlet, and there's a lot I don't understand, but I adopt an approach of being chill and respectful and educating myself as much as I can. My friend has a fictive in their system who is from a media property that I write fic for. This character is an antagonist in canon, but the fictive is not like that and my friend talks a lot about how much it sucks that fandom hates him and writes him being a villain. They especially have complained about fandom writing fics where this character's behaviour is more serious or violent than his behaviour in canon. A lot of 'I would not fucking say that' kind of comments.

I am writing a fic for this fandom where this character is the villain. It's nothing beyond what he did in canon, but he is very much the bad guy, and I lean into him being the bad guy. I have mentioned the fic to my friend in the past, BEFORE I knew about this fictive, but I did not mention this character's role in the fic. I am sure that they're going to see it when I post it, though, and I think it's extremely possible they might be upset at me for writing about this character in this way.

Why I think I might not be the asshole: Fictives and the source material character are not the same and I know that. I am not treating them like the same thing, and I know the character and my friend's headmate are not one and the same. I also can't imagine a situation in which I would find someone being mad about this a reasonable reaction. Also, this character is canonically an antagonist who has done terrible things. I'm not interested in discourse over liking villains or having fictives of villains. I only mention this because it is relevant to the context of my writing a fic in which he is a villain, because that is his canonical role, and I'm not changing anything or going out of my way to make him a bad guy, I am merely continuing the canon depiction of how he treats people and the things he does.

Why I think I might be the asshole: This IS a close friend, and I know they read my work, even if we don't usually talk about it. I just know they read what I post, and know that they would see that I'd written this. They have said seeing this character being the bad guy in fics bums them out and upsets them. Seeing several posts recently from people who have fictives in their systems or from fictives themselves about how 'I would not fucking say that' or 'I would never do that' - or otherwise complaining about characterization of the character they're a fictive of, positing that they're an authority because they Are That Character - has me on edge also, because I get very in my head about characterization and whether I should or shouldn't be writing something a lot.

So. AITA for writing this?

What are these acronyms?

[zootzbootz]

oh boy... I have a LOT to say today. so. buckle up.

telling systems that locking away dangerous/abusive/problematic alters under any circumstances is "bad and wrong" is... quite honestly abuser apologia and puts the well-being over a single headmate- the ABUSIVE one mind you- over their actual victims. over the rest of the system.

now I don't advocate for this extreme case scenario in every situation. locking away a headmate should only ever be used in the most dire and last resort situation. if the alter in question is shown to have no desire the change and all their presence causes is legitimate harm to the rest of the system (or even people outside of it) locking them up shouldn't be off the table.

"but but but - locking them away is cruel and unnecessary!!11! 1! 1! 1!! 🥺🥺" you know what else is cruel and unnecessary?? forcing an abusers victims to be around said abuser nearly 24 fucking 7. and within a system- locking that abuser away may be their only option. they can't always "hash things out" because, and some of y'all really need to get this through y'alls heads- not every abusive alter is like that because they're "hurting and misunderstood" some are just LEGITIMATELY BAD PEOPLE.

while on that note, actually. I honestly HATE the narrative that all abusive/problematic/harmful alters in systems are just "misunderstood and hurting 🥺🥺"

like- yes, absolutely, that is the case at times.

But it isn't like that in every single scenario.

people need to realize that bad people exist as in. legitimately bad people. people who know their behaviour is wrong and do not care and continue to act like that anyway and no amount of "talking it out" is going to make them change their minds.

and people like this aren't limited to singlets either.

like bro consequences have actions.

in the OW- if someone does something horribly fucked up. you know what happens to them? they get locked away in PRISON. (which yes the system as it's issues. that isn't really the point tho. the point is if you are a danger to other people. you're obviously going to be removed from being able to interact with other people in mass.)

I don't think seperating a genuinely dangerous and problematic alter is all that different. it's protecting the rest of the system from somebody who WOULD unequivocally harm them had they been allowed to roam free otherwise.

[median-culture-is]

Median culture is convincing yourself that you're a singlet for a while and just happen to relate to some plural things because in your head, it's totally normal for you to sometimes not feel like yourself!!! And for your name to feel incredibly wrong!!! And for the other person "you" feel like to insist to go by a different name and have completely different interests!!! That's like, so singlet behaviour!!! Ha ha...

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[fictionkinfessions]

@ https://fictionkinfessions.tumblr.com/post/762249101640450048/open-question-what-is-the-difference-between

As a fictive in a system that has both fictive and fictionkin members, I think I can give some tips on this. It might run a little long but bear with me.

In general? The main determining factor is individuality.

Fictives are wholly separate people from our hosts. We have our own individual perceptions, emotions, beliefs, and a distinct sense of identity. We experience the world differently than our host does, and it's very common for us to have differing identities (genders, sexualities, etc.) and opinions than our host as well.

On the other hand, for someone who's fictionkin, their kintypes are synonymous with who they are in some way. There can be some degree of separation, and some degree of difference in behaviour while shifted. But a kintype is an aspect of your own identity, personality, experience, and sense of self. Kintypes do not display a sense of self or agency separate from your own.

Anyone can be fictionkin, whether you're a system member or a singlet. But singlets cannot be fictives, since a fictive is by definition a system member.

Before a fictive knows they're a fictive, amnesia and dissociation can potentially make them assume they are the host for awhile. When that happens it can sometimes be difficult to differentiate their presence from a kintype.

In my opinion, the easiest way to get around that is to discern whether your supposed kinshifts are in fact switches or not. Some questions I'd ask someone who's just starting to explore that would include:

– Do your kinshifts involve you experiencing a drastic change in personality, sense of self, and values that revert when the shift is over?

– Do your kinshifts involve a dramatic change in behaviour that you are confused by or can't relate to when the shift is over?

– Do your kinshifts involve consistent memory issues around what you did or why you did it that aren't present when the shift is over?

– Do your kinshifts involve a sense of detachment from your body or the world around you that ends when the shift is over?

– Do your kinshifts involve a feeling of being on 'autopilot' or lacking complete control over your actions in a way that you don't experience outside of that shift?

– Do your kinshifts involve you forgetting about your other established kintypes, or other aspects of your identity that you don't usually forget outside of that shift?

– Do your kinshifts involve a sudden change in your gender, sexuality, preferences, or opinions that you do not experience outside of that shift?

– Do your kinshifts involve you liking certain things (foods, music, activities, etc.) that you typically do not enjoy outside of that shift?

– Do your kintypes feel like 'parts of you' that you can't always tap into? Do they sometimes seem to disappear from your identity entirely, only to reappear later with the same strength they originally had?

– Do your kintypes seem to have separate thoughts from you, or do their thoughts seem to interrupt your own? Do those interruptions ever involve them speaking to you directly or replying to your other thoughts?

None of these things are exclusively system experiences. But if you said 'yes' to a lot of them– especially the last one– then you might want to look into systems or plurality.

Best of luck figuring it out from there, and try not to stress too much about whatever conclusions you come to. And remember to take this and all other anecdotal advice you receive with a grain of salt, since no two systems experience things exactly the same way.

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[cannicullistic]

Borderline Plural Demographic.

It's the new plural & cluster b inclusive server, with a mission goal to fight stigma, create a safe space for your people, and bring people together!

This is an initial post on the generic guidelines of our server, our mission statement (aka what we stand for) and proposing to our demographic about us.

Guidelines to the Discord Server & Tumblr Community:

Respect everyone who comes in, and out, of our server. We welcome good faith identities such as 'lesboys' or others you may be familiar with, Anti-Contact Paraphilia's, Proshippers & related. We do not welcome TransID or ill faith labels like transHarm or anti labels.

Please note that NSFW Content in general is bannable within our server, however we do not have control over what a user makes their profile picture, status, bio and such. We can only ask them to change server side stuff if they have the ability to on discord. Otherwise if its something like a spam bot, we also ban them on sight.

We are an endogenic, plural, non-traumagenic centric community that welcomes anyone outside of plurality & cluster B to join. We even allow singlets who are willing to learn!

We do not want members here who are 14 and younger, or 31 and older. Our server and community range from 15-30 for security reasons. If we find out you're not in this range, we reserve the right to remove you instantly from the community, no questions asked.

Drama is bannable. Period. If you bring up something with a user that occured over 3-4 months ago, we typically take this information with a grain of salt because we believe after 3-4 months, a person can make a good change for themselves and seek out help, actively get better and improve their behaviour. Do not witch hunt any of our users, it's not acceptable at all.

As this is a shared space between minors and adults, we kindly ask that adults and minors refrain from DMing no matter the situation. If a minor requires help from a vent for example, an adult may not offer to DM, this is a red flag to us and we will question the adult in a ticket, asking why they'd want to be in a private space with a minor where we don't know what they could be saying or planning. We do not say this to think adults cant be trusted with minors.. it's just that we cannot and will not risk anyone being put in harms way like this. Just simply don't DM people of the opposite age group, only keep to your own please.

Respect everyone's role and boundaries. For some you may need to do a bit of extra diving to see them in a users account and or bio, this isn't too hard to do, and saves people from being upset!

Please use common sense when joining our server, and have some level of emotional maturity. We stand by the idea as well that systems are held accountable for their entire system, be advised.

Stigmatizing, stereotyping, giving negative feedback of and discrediting disorders (especially Cluster B disorders) are a punishable offense and will NOT be taken lightly. Also, this is a server that is pro-recovery for all disorders and against censoring food. We also are pro-emotional permanence and allow IRL's and DA's. However, we don't condone constant feeding of delusions unless it is a comfort (or identity) situation for someone.

Lastly; Creating a safe space for Cluster B disorders can be hard on even staff who may have these or other disorders, so how can you the user help us out? By fighting stigma, stereotypes, and supporting those with these disorders by actively reaching out and providing helpful links like our server and our resources!

Our Mission statement

Our mission statement is to create a community that is stigma & stereotype free for especially Cluster B disorders, along with validating the experiences they, and plurals, have. It's the best of both worlds!

discord permalink: https://discord.gg/8PTCt9v5zj

We invite you to take us on as a new community for you to join - feel free to ask questions under posts related to the server or community, and also open tickets within the discord! Remember, you are seen, you are loved, and you are unique. <3

[sys-confessions]

Wording this like an AITA post because it’s how we process written content that has traumatised us.

Tw: abelism, talks of extreme violence, thoughts of unaliving, talk of hospitalisation and blood

Am I the asshole for wanting to beat up a “friend”?

I, W (personal protector) have recently been watching a situation play out with a “friend” D (singlet). D has spent the past three months demonising us as a system, she has fakeclaimed us *behind our back* and has tried to get our other friend (T, system) to stop being friends with us by saying horrible things (we will not be sharing as we are still processing).

Recently D has started to exhibit some very abelist behaviours and beliefs towards us and T. We have Tourette’s syndrome (we being us and T) and some of our tics happen to be quite loud. We (as in our system) also have some punching tics. And D has started to glare at us and roll her eyes whenever we tic.

Now we suspect that she is doing this due to another friend of hers (J, singlet) as his boyfriend (Z, system) and his friend (S, singlet) has tics and tourettes respectively. J does not believe we are a system, that we have tourettes or that we are autistic.

The more I have watched this happen the more I have realised that these things have been making the system as a whole very suicidal. And because of this I am also seeing lots of us very angry.

In the past few weeks I have had thoughts of fucking decking her, punching her so hard her nose breaks and she bleeds. Or that she has to be hospitalised so she cannot hurt us or T.

So I approach you. Am I the asshole?

(This post is rhetorical. I do not want to know if I am the asshole)

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[aita-systemized]

AITA for hating endos who say that keeping harmful alters away from everyone else is bad? If you need to, do it! Don’t keep alters who could harm people nearby!!