#Internal Fragments

[baby-girl-aaron-dessner]

Goodbye, August.

{Thomas Hardy, Far From the Madding Crowd/ Deborah Landau, "September"/ Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov/ Daphne du Maurier, The Parasites/ Sylvia Plath}

[doodliver]

Venezuelan Miku 🐦✨

[ranticore]

who's estibariz? is she some kind of faery?

estibariz is félix's daemon from a daemon au [His Dark Materials] i wrote a few years back :) she exists in my books in the form of his favourite tattoo

she is depicted here

[a-cup-of-coffee-and-the-moon]

was ranting about orv to my friend and they just go "dokja is like if you were in that situation" and its taking me every ounce of self control i have to not spoil the ending for them by telling them that this is canon

[b4kuch1n]

hi! birthday. which means it's finally time t

yo what the itch store is fixed up now

damn what? I don't know where this came from. look all the comics I put on g*mr**d a year ago are back here again with all the formatting and typesetting by @fireflysummers as well as the exclusive bonus art wtf who did this. my werewolf comic on here too what the hells!! that one also got re-toned for printing if u want to AND an exclusive cover spread !!! what the fuck!!!!! come see for urself I can't make this shit up

[thisisntreaver]

Thinking about Reaver, her, and how she effects his relationships.

Like Reaver can and does bed anyone willing, he barely remembers them, he has no qualms about hurting people and fidelity isn't part of his skill set.

But I feel like he would likely have some sort of faithfulness to her. She clearly haunts him, he hasn't forgiven himself for what her death, he misses her but refuses to admit it because that part of him is meant to be dead.

Which leads me too my point, I think very rarely, he finds partners that remind him of her. Be it in looks or mannerisms, he finds them and he clings. He'll never be as loyal to them as with her because for as much as they're like her they're so different. Too different for him to be entirely loyal too, too alike for him to discard as easily as he'd like.

He may not even realize it, a subconscious part of him that looks for her, is desperate to find her desite her being long dead and grabs onto it as firecly as it can. He can never actually have her again but he'll take the scraps, he'll pretend shes who he's laying with, who he holds. But its not, it won't be and its his own fault.

[saturns-emotes]

Left to right:

Middle Alter

Little Alter

Fragment

Comforter

Soother

Receptionist

Nonhuman Alter

Persecutor

Internal/Inner Self Helper

[corset]

Our mental health has been in such an interestingly terrible place for the last month or so. Genuinely kind of fascinating to watch from different internal angles....like watching the ocean ebb and flow and change temperament at random sometimes based on weather or the moon or something. Like this shit is just terrible

[ophthalmotropy]

Can't stop thinking about how when I picked a small fragment from Caligula for an actoral training exercise my professor made me say "her death is not the point, I swear to you" and kiss my finger forming a cross as we do colloquially to emphasize a promise. Aside from the obvious and amusing anachronism of Caligula swearing by the cross, it gives the line such an air of... simultaneous childlike earnestness and self-aware irony.

[onewholivesinloops]

one of the most interesting things about ep16 of gou is that rika assumes everything satoko is doing is bc of hinamizawa syndrome and satoko is deliberately playing into this with all of the neck scratching even though she's quite lucid and is being vulnerable with someone else for the first time in so long, venting emotions she's been circling around all this time, so the emotions she's expressing are real and they're hers, and the way she's trying to reach out while still not revealing her entire hand by hiding those emotions behind the syndrome and oyashiro-sama is a lot like magic and beatrice in umineko. satoko's whole attitude to looping is a lot like yasu and maria's killing people with magic to "play out their fantasies and vent their feelings" and this is something that can be seen in the show from how satoko views the fragments as 'dreams' with the only final one truly mattering and even her fight with rika in the end where they constantly swap fragments only to end up back in the river as their high school selves when eua's influence is gone feels very surreal, but the venting stuff is also explicitly confirmed in the afterparty of hou+ and it's described as "a story within satoko"

[multiplicity-positivity]

Hello. Just wanted to make sure my ask arrived since I sent it the previous time the ask box was open (I know you said you have some asks left). I was following up on another ask and was trying to figure out how one can communicate with fragments with little-to-no consciousness

Hey, we don’t remember receiving an ask like this, and we currently don’t have one like it in our inbox. So sorry - it might have gotten zapped by Tumblr :(

When it comes to communicating with fragments, it would probably be very difficult to try and communicate with them if they don’t have any sort of consciousness/agency/decision making of their own.

We don’t have much experience with fragments, as most of the fragments in our system eventually developed into full-fledged headmates, either through trauma or through concerted efforts of their own. So we might not be the best system to help you with this sort of thing, we’re sorry.

This might be something worth discussing in therapy, or bringing up to a mental health professional who you know and trust. We also think that journaling might be beneficial for y’all here - writing often, and encouraging any fragments or parts who wish to come forward and write whenever they like. By allowing these parts to express themselves, it may help them find their voices a little bit, or at least allow them to express their needs and communicate to some extent.

I’m really sorry if this isn’t all that helpful. Like we said, we don’t have many fragments, and I don’t quite trust us to give beneficial advice on something we don’t personally experience.

If any system reads this who has experience communicating with fragments that have little-to-no consciousness, we’d encourage you to share any thoughts or advice you may have. Again, I’m sorry we haven’t been able to provide much help.

💫 Parker and 👻 Ghost

[lyricalchrysanthemum]

lyra kawamoto fragment sekai go!!

LYRA KAWAMOTO FRAGMENT SEKAI LETS GOOO

Lyra’s fragment sekai takes place in a courtyard surrounding by a white fencing, with a white cage in the center decorated by various red and blue flowers growing on the bars. Inside said cage is a table with two seats, a tea set on top with two cups set out. Both equally full of black tea. On the side of the table nearest to her, there sat a silver hand mirror, the frame decorated by rubies and aquamarines.

There are other tables outside of the cage, but none with chairs. They all have letters though, sealed with a heart sticker, but addressed to no one. There's a bunch of blank polaroids too.

Underneath the bars of the cage and the table sits a river small enough to just pass underneath the table without touching the chairs. But big enough to let red lycoris flowers float down.

The garden is silent, with only noise Lyra is able to hear is chirping birds off in the distance, and the gentle running stream of the river.

With nothing else to do, after waking up here, Lyra seems gravitated to sit in the center table inside the cage. She picks up the mirror on her side of the table to inspect it out of curiosity, only to notice she has no reflection in it. She stares at the mirror for a while to take in the fact she has no reflection. She's speechless.

She's so caught up in looking at the mirror without her reflection that she doesn't notice a girl that looks weirdly like her looking at her from across the table. She has her same face shape, skin tone, onyx colored eyes, and, despite her mostly blue-dyed hair, she recognizes her own hair's shade of brown in the roots of the other. It was put into pigtails just like her too.

She seems almost familiar to Lyra, but she can't seem to put her finger on why.

But the girl starts talking to Lyra like they've known each other for a long while now, and Lyra can't help talking back to her. The girl knows a bunch of secrets of Lyra's that she can't recall telling any, and Lyra seems to know a lot about this other girl too.

Lyra tosses four sugar cubes into her tea, before going for a fifth. The girl across from her makes a snide remark about there being so much sugar in her tea, saying that much sugar would kill someone. Lyra pouts for a bit, before noticing the girl is going to start drinking her own tea without any sugar.

Lyra asks about this, tea is so bitter without sugar after all, but the other just simply says her taste buds are trained for this. So much time with uncle has gotten her used to drinking tea with no sugar, and it's just an acquired taste. Lyra thinks back to her own relationship with her her family, particularly with Bill, thinking about how little she's talked with her own uncle since her thirteenth birthday and he gave her Ombre the Eevee.

The girl in front of her goes for a sip of her own tea, grimacing once she takes it. Not that it's bitter. It's cold. Weird. Lyra's cup feels like it just came from the kettle. Lyra moves to grab the kettle, but the girl in front of her stops her. Neither of them should fill a cup. Less they accidentally cross too far across the river underneath their table.

The two continue talking for a bit. Not really telling each other about themselves outside of miscellaneous, unimportant tidbits. And while Lyra could almost swear the girl was the missing image from the mirror initially, the more the two talk, the more different they start appearing. From the little ticks, the speaking style, personalities. They may have the same face. But that's all they have in common.

And as their conversation wraps up, both cups now emptied, the girl in front of Lyra makes a comment: "Thank you for being kind to me, you truly are a wonderful soul."

"I hope we both find happiness, so we'll never cross paths again."

When Lyra asks what the girl in front of her means, a strong breeze starts blowing. The blue haired girl blows away with the wind, simply smiling with her eyes closed, the cards and polaroids blowing away with her.

Two of them land on the table, with all of them being addressed to her. One of the hearts is lined in gold, the other is lined in silver. Both of them inside talk about how much they love her presence, everything they like about her, how thankful they are for her. And as she reads the letters, the polaroids start to fade in, all with pictures of her, Silver, Ethan, and a Kris hanging out on the Pokemon Center PC, or one time when she was being held up in the pokewalker by Lyra.

All of them precious memories.

Tears start forming in her eyes, and she starts trembling. The flowers have turned red, and the aquamarines doning the mirror have all become rubies.

A teardrop falls from her face, and onto the mirror. Causing her reflection to suddenly appear. A reflection that has become nothing like the girl that sat across her from the table just moments ago. And as she stares more at the mirror, watching her tears fall, she starts smiling, wiping away at them as she chuckles lightly.

"Thank you..." she whimpers.

A light starts glowing from the mirror, taking her away from the garden.

[pochitanyako]

just got through a pap smear by larping yoo joonghyuk

[averinthine]

oh there's unanswered questions about my identity in here

[lesbianlenses]

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[nowendil]

thinking about. womanhood again