#disocial

[69constellationsinatrenchcoat]

Saying "get out of my head" when another alter cofronts will continue being the funniest shit ever to happen to DID.

[nohoesclown]

Dude u can't try this after all that happened.

Just leave me alone

Don't talk to mee

[webkinzpossum]

complex trauma is kicking my ass

[fortheloveofpiggy]

I didn’t choose to be a plural but it doesn’t mean others cant. Our system was caused by trauma but it doesn’t mean others were. We have a cdd but it doesn’t mean every plural does

Its simple really

[squidthesquidd]

more fictive posting !!! <3 im a nightshade fictive and the megatron fictive is Megan !!! buns my bestie‼️ i wanna draw buns fursona soon now that i know what it is >:) its like a robot bunny thing !! super cute :D

[disrealities]

Entwined.

"Entwined" systems are two systems that feel connected, drawn to eachother, or otherwise associate with eachother. This can be any kind of connection! (ie; queerplatonic, romantic, or it might just "feel right"!).

This can be two subsystems, two separate systems, or any other combination of such — Just two systems that feel connected!

[the-arboreal-system]

We just got semi-officially diagnosed with DID!!

Our therapist recognized and acknowledged that another alter was fronting and can now tell if it's not the host.

We'll probably be able to get a legal aid fully official diagnosis from a professional now, with her approval and recommendation, but for now we're just glad to be seen.

She talked to the vessel's parents about it and we're going to work on the system more now.

[thesleepysystem]

me, talking to my mom abt politics: "and WE"

my mom: "who's we ??"

me: "we- i- uh- don't. don't change the subject..."

-samuel

[just-more-pr0mts]

Danny was not here.

It's the only way he could describe how he felt. He was walking, talking and breathing. But it wasn't him, yet it was? It was all so complicated and confusing.

He was supposed to be walking, talking and breathing with his his family, his mom and dad, his sisters dani and Jazz. He was supposed to be walking, talking and breathing with his friends, Tucker and Sam.

But he wasn't he was sitting at the end of an extravagant table where he had been all of his life.

Danny was walking, talking and breathing in someone else's body. He felt like a spectator of his own life life he was in a fever dream. But it wasn't his life. Yes he was controlling how he moved and how he spoke, he wasn't possessed after all, yet it felt as if he were.

He was walking down halls he's been in for years, knowing the layout like the back of his hand, yet it all looked so new.

He was talking to people, his siblings and parents who he'd been through hell and back with and knew what made them tick, but he struggled to recognize them as they waved hello.

He was breathing in air that reeked of death , air that tasted like the electricity of the portal air that was so polluted you hardly ever saw the moon at night yet he'd been breathing it in all his life and yet never before.

Aka

Danny wasnt able to save his planet from the asteroid, and in that fiasco he gets thrown into an alternate version of himself that grew up in Gotham with the wayne family (can be twin au or whatever) and now he's stuck there pretending like his danny as he has old Danny's memories.

[peskywastaken]

Strawberry Themed Pluralkit Template/Theme

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[must4rdmha]

What situation?…

Mustard fanfic, made by: SidJ08

AU! Where Toga and Mustard are Compress’ adoptive kids,they’re still in the lov.

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It was a Sunday afternoon, on a fall/autumn day where most teenagers were going out or playing videogames. This wasn’t Mustard’s case.

He was being driven in a car to a talk with a psychiatrist, but he wasn’t being driven by the police, he was being driven by his friends (Or the League of Villains). He didn’t like the idea, but he was neither doing anything to stop them, he just wasn’t being himself.

The reason of this sudden visit to a psychiatrist(known by the league, ofc. They would never go to someone who they didn’t know everything about (and when I say everything is EVERYTHING.).) is because a few weeks ago the league was chit-chatting in the hideout as always, and they were talking about their past and all that.

When it was his turn of asking him about “whAt Is the ScarY rEasOn of WhY yOu sTarTed to kIlL 👻” he just didn’t respond, everyone thought he would say something like “WW1, Soviet Union, guns, bombs” but he just stayed there,without saying a word(literally).

Toga thought he would have fell asleep,so she approached to him trying to “wake him up” and when she was about to touch him, he quickly sit up, surprising the league.

“Stop.”

He looked really tense, and his hands were really sweaty, and when they started to look shaky he saved them in his trousers’s pockets, after that leaving the hideout without saying a word about where he was going, for then to return 2 hours later.

After that strange moment, it looked like things for Mustard weren’t the same. He had a poker face and he almost didn’t say a word, like if he was thoughtful all the time. The plans he would usually accept to make now he declined them and he spent most of his day on the rooms the hideout had for the members that preferred staying there/ they had nowhere to stay. If he wasn’t in his room he was out, he tried to avoid the bar the best he could, which it was mostly successful due to his ability to be silent.

This was kinda worrying for most of the league, but more for Compress and Toga, that they were the ones who were the closest to him.

They tried talking to him but he just responded with short answers and he ended up avoiding them. Until it was beginning to be stressful for him and he exploded.

—“ Hey Mustard what if we go t-?”

— “STOP. Stop trying to make me talk! If I don’t wanna socialise,neither go out with you it’s my problem AND ONLY MINE. Stop trying to apologise for that night! You guys don’t know what is my story or if my parents are dead,are heroes or they just don’t want to know anything about me, or if I’m traumatised or if…*he sighed* JUST STOP.— and he left. After that he went from responding with short sentences to avoiding everything and not talking. Making Compress to call Getaway to tell her “Hey, could you drive us where I sometimes ask you to drive me? The kid who’s obsessed with WW1 needs it.”

So now,here we are, Mustard sitting at the left back of the car looking at the window,seeing the cars moving and people having fun.

“…Where are we going?” He said leaving them surprised, he didn’t speak since a few days ago.

“You didn’t forget how to talk! …To see Mister’s psychiatrist”. Toga answered, Mustard don’t turning his head to look at her.

After that comment everything was silent, even Getaway was starting to get uncomfortable with that awkward silence.

“So…How have you all been doing?” Getaway said for trying to maintain a conversation.

After that they all started to maintain a conversation,except Mustard,that was still looking at the window.

A few minutes later they reached to their destination, Compress thanked Getaway and when he was about to pay her she suddenly stopped him,telling him that for today he didn’t need to,that when things got better he would can.

Getaway left and they reached to an apartment building, Atsuhiro grabbed his phone and started to call someone,while Mustard and Toga waited. Less than a minute later a young woman was seen going down the building stairs and opening the door, letting them in.

She presented herself, her name was Lady Honeycomb or Hachi for friends. They go up stairs and enter an apartment.

Her apartment looked like a clinic, of course it was an illegal clinic, but there was a few people there,no one that they know. Hachi told Compress and Toga to wait outside, telling Mustard to follow her.

At her office:

She closed the door behind them, leaving them alone in the room.

“Alright, Mustard. Take a seat” Hachi pointed at a sofa and to a chair, leaving Mustard to choose where he wanted to seat.

Mustard nods and sits on the chair facing her and the desk.

Hachi sat too, facing him with a calm smile.

“Mr Compress,or your adoptive dad,however you call him, told me that in this few weeks you have been without talking to anyone since while talking with the league, or your friends, you were asked about a topic that you seemed to be sensitive with”. She explained to him slowly,trying to make him talk.

There was an awkward silence, a silence that Hachi expected to be. Mustard was looking at the desk, not making eye contact with her, but this time instead of having a poker face, his face looked kinda pale and he had a blank stare.

Hachi sighed and kept talking “But that’s not the main reason of why you’re here, the reason is because after that situation you had with-“ She was interrupted.

“What situation?…” He asked, now directly looking at her with open eyes.

“The fight” She responded. “When you exploded and started to say that everything that was happening to you it was just your problem” When Mustard heard that, he broke the eye contact,again.

“When people explode emotionally, they tend to vent about what happened to them, but in an aggressive way” Hachi explained, trying to make him understand what happened.

There was an akward silence again.

“Look, Mustard. You’re here because they’re worried about you… What happened for you to have this sudden change of personality?” She asked, making him more nervous,saving his hands on his sweater pockets.

“Because this isn’t you-“ she was interrupted.

“Of course this isn’t me” He lifted his face,facing each other. “Do you really think I like being like this? Like if I enjoyed making the others to be worried? Why do you think I told them to stop worrying?!” He was starting to get annoyed, which was noticiable because his widened eyes.

“I don’t know,I wasn’t there” She responded. “Why?”

“Be-because… Because these are my problems, just my problems. I have dealt with them always! And I’ll keep dealing with them alone…” He answered,slowly opening to her.

“And how long have you been dealing with them? Which were the times where you find the hardest to deal with them?” She asked while writing something in her notebook.

“I have been dealing with them always…” he started to think about the second question. “I…” he looked at the floor “I don’t know”.

“You can’t think about any moment?” Hachi asked,observing his blank stare at the floor.

After a few seconds he shook his head. Making Hachi to write another thing.

“And…What are that problems you’re mentioning? Does it have something to do with when you joined the League…or before joining”

“…Before joining” He said “The league isn’t as bad as people paint them” he slightly chuckled.

“I know” Hachi smiled and wrote something down. Then checked her watch, noticing that they had only 10 minutes left.

“Look, we only have 10 even 15 minutes left. Before you leave, could you confirm me that before I asked you about “the situation”, did you forget about it?”

“ You’re asking that before I got here…If I did forget about the fight?”

“Exactly, did you?” Hachi had her pen prepared to write something. “Please,Mustard,be honest-“

“I did.”

After that Hachi began to write down something, she searched some things in her computer too, leaving Mustard clueless and kinda confused. She pulled out the prescription pad,write down something in it with some illegible handwriting and afterwards wrote the same thing on her notebook. She checked again her watch and the 10 minutes had already passed.

“Alright, you may go now, but please after that tell Compress to come in”. She smiled at him “Have a good week!”

Mustard nodded and got out of the office, some seconds later Mr.Compress coming inside the office.

( Hachi’s color will be this since now)

“Good morning! Take a seat” Hachi said, pointing at the chair in front of her desk.

“So, how did it go?” Compress asked,removing his mask.

“Before I tell you anything, I just wanna make sure he isn’t allergic to any pills”.

“No,he is not…Is everything okay?” Compress seemed kinda concerned and confused.

“Alr, so let’s see…” She checked some notes “Mustard probably has a dissociation disorder”

“Why? And w-why probably, and what is that?” He asked, his face turned quite pale when he heard that.

Hachi expected this to happen.

“Compress,look, don’t get nervous. Hearing the word disorder can be confusing and concerning, but it’s more common that you think it is. Dissociation is a type of response towards a trauma, dissociation “buries” the trauma with it’s pain, and when someone remembers you or makes you to remember unconsciously the trauma, it rakes up. Making the dissociation progress to repeat.” She explained slowly, seeing how he started to understand.

Compress sighed. “And…Did you know if he did just developed it? Because he has never been like this!”

“It doesn’t look like so, but I believe I would need to have more sessions with him for confirming completely that, he has this disorder and when did he develop it.” Hachi glanced for a moment her notebook. “You mentioned me before coming here that he finds difficult to sleep,so I prescribed him some pills that will help him to sleep and after it the pills have an effect to make him feel more relaxed.” She gave him the prescription. “If you need something ,call me…Oh and, don’t forget to come to our appointment.” She said,now looking at him in a more serious way, making him to chuckle slightly at her reaction.

“I won’t… Thanks for everything, Doctor” Atsuhiro smiled,more relieved.

Hachi nodded,seeing how he would leave and close the door behind him.

When he came out of the office he could see Mustard crying on a chair while Toga trying to comfort him while asking why was the reason of his crying. Atsuhiro was about to do it too,then he realised something: Mustard remembered again.

THE END.

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I thought this would be short, but I had time,so…

I hope you guys liked it 💚 please, I would really appreciate it if you supported this post,this got me days of making.

Special thanks to @tokkiyuni who lent me her ocs, tysm again 💗 (AND CHECK HER ACC, SHE DOES AMAZING DRAWINGSSS 💕)

People mentioned: @marbled-magician @little-sis-toga @honeycomb-hachi @just-getaway

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[fortheloveofpiggy]

“The future is plural” Doesn’t mean making people who aren’t plural become plural, it means that plurals like us have always existed and now more accessible for them to realize this and find a supporting community. It means that cultures who have always had plurality in it can stop being seen as crazy or not human. It means peoples plural identities can be respected the same as singlet identities. It means one day asking someone if they’re plural respectfully wont be a taboo. It means referring to someone as a we or saying who’s fronting won’t be an issue. It means in the future respect for us will be more normal then rare.

The future is plural don’t forget if and keep pushing for these changed

[lisathegoodgirl]

[jenn0ksblog]

A veces me siento un poco mal por alguien que se haya gastado contándome miles de cosas y que yo no le haya prestado atención. No es a propósito, solo que suelo quedarme pensando en la nada.

[thelobster]

I feel like I’m the only person who’s played this game if you’re a night in the woods fan sound off