#plural living

[the-bar-sinister]

I'm very worried about you cause you behave like someone who is posessed. I mean this seriously, you seem friendly and wholesome but you might have opened yourself up to evil spirits. I am COMPLETELY SERIOUS. This is not a hate message, it is a message of concern. I really hope you're safe!!! The list of things that trigger you are the same things that posessed people usually hate. Again, I do not hate you, I hate the evil spirits that are maybe surrounding you. You don't have to make this message public of your uncomfortable with that, but please seek help.

We're sorry to disappoint you, but there is no "me" for you to not hate.

This body is in fact occupied by a collection of evil spirits and no one else.

There is no one to be possessed, we are simply spirits who are currently sharing a mortal body, and yes, we are in fact evil.

This is not news to us, we've known this for more than 20 years.

Your concern is adorable.

[fromfiction]

hii!

idk if you knew this, but "soulbond" and "plural identity" are vv harmful terms

:( theyre pro endo (endogenic, aka a "system" without trauma) and endos scientifically cant exist. /info

basically, systems like ourself stem from childhood trauma. before the ages of 9-12, your brain is physically unable to create a solid identity. normally, by that age, what we call "facets" or "fragments" of identity will either:

- fuse together, creative your identity (which is ever-changing but now has a "root"); or

- disappear for any reason

but when someone goes through extreme trauma before that age, those facets are unable to develop properly and instead become identities. this results in DID/OSDD/USD, which are the only ways plurality can exist.

soulbonding is (and correct me if im wrong) the practice of creating a spiritual connection with someone or something, or bringing their soul/spirit into your body. this is similar to introjecting (having an alter form based on a real person, fictional character, etc.) but alters cannot be made intentionally as they form at the brain's subconscious and not the conscious. therefore, it isn't possible and soulbonding is purely misinformation.

likewise, "plural identity" is equally harmful if not even more so because it implies that one can just "identify" as a system or as having fragmented identity, which in turn mutes the people like me whove been through horrible things and had to suffer for it our whole life. if plurality was an identity, then 100% of real systems would identify as singlet because it really isnt fun.

please remove those from your blog... /nm /lh

I am begging you to at least think about what you're doing and saying when you come to a person and ask them to negate and deny their entire personhood and entire lived existence to make you comfortable and to conform to your worldview.

This is what you are doing when you come to a spiritual plural or a spiritual fictionkin and say "stop using those words, because I don't believe in those things".

When you say "DID/OSDD/USD, are the only ways plurality can exist" to someone who has lived the past 30 years of their life as a spiritual plural system you are saying "you don't exist, and I want you to deny your own existence for my comfort."

You are literally coming to me and telling me my soul doesn't exist.

You don't think that's a fucked up thing to say to someone, even if you believe it?

[overlord-mordax]

bottom tier system member dynamics-- sharing space with a guy who's killed you in multiple lifetimes and hasn't even made out with you once.

[logicpng]

so, i have some thoughts. i feel like the game doesn't explore doey much, so i'm gonna take that as an opportunity to stretch him a lil.

in short, i see him as neither one whole nor 3 kids in a trench coat, but something in the middle of the two: a grown up who never really got to experience a proper childhood, the 3 originals in a blend with each other.

the time between creation and game events likely is enough for them to learn how to cooperate (up until. yknow). collectively or individually though, goddamn they need therapy

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1st image:

point at head with teeth peeking: teeth may show more subtly, particularly when mischevious

point at hat: hat always at an angle

point at hand: stubby hands omg <3

point at neck: neck constantly bent in some fashion

Generally friendly and curious, may be more closed off and bitter if kevin is more dominant.

Collectively an adult due to passage of time and gaining experience, but still retains some more childish traits due to isolation from outside world and trauma, both collective and individual (holy shit do they need therapy).

Parts operate more or less seamlessly, but depending on situation some may show more or less of their traits.

When stressed, cooperation between parts may break down.

2nd image:

Kevin

present strongest when angry, most of anger processing goes through him.

not actually angry/cranky all of the time though, just a bit more gruff/edgy compared to the other two. tends to show teeth when talking.

over the years learned to control his rage better, can redirect it into being a bit of a troll w/ the others

understandably, safe haven's destruction made him revert and lose all restraint, resulting in lashing out, mixed with extreme emotions from others.

Jack

loved doey strongest before conversion (rip), as such expressions tend to default to his

learned to cope with constantly fighting for survival by cracking jokes and being more optimistic

present strongest when happy, may speak more childishly when in distress or comfortable

reverts into reliving trauma of death and family loss with safe haven's destruction

Matt

present strongest when focused on the leader role, strikes a balance between kevin and jack

through time learned to focus more on necessary action rather than allowing to succumb to past guilt

definitely still very stressed out from responsibility, especially after poppy leaving, learned not to show it through cooperation with kevin and jack

safe haven's destruction just plunges him straight into a guilt spiral

Note pointing at bottom notes for each: safe haven's destruction is a massively traumatic event for them, resulting in the three regressing into child selves from distress, mixed in with emotions from individual traumatic memories

[andromeda--system]

Finally realized and came out as a plural system today. Let's look at what the Tumblr community has to offer about plurality support as a complex trauma survivor.

oh.

oh no.

oh fuck.

[thattheater-kid]

You know what’s wild about being a fictive? Missing your old life even though it was shitty because it’s a shittiness you were used to. The life you’re living now is a new kind of shitty that feels unpleasant in a different way.

[farshootergotme]

Started thinking about how Dick lost the two most important people in his life at the age of 8 and since then death has never left him. It's just so heartbreaking because it will never stop affecting him. He can't stop caring, he can't possibly stop loving the people who enter his life no matter how high the chances he'll lose them too are. He could lose his whole family, all his friends ('s been close both, even if some eventually came back) and yet he would never stop welcoming people in his life because his heart is just so big and he has so much love to give.

[boydyke]

it makes me happy seeing ppl be openly themselves. only queer, openly kinky, openly mad, openly plural, openly "problematic." authentic and themselves and unapologetic about it!!! I love freaks and I love proud freaks and I love everyone who can say "the world wants me dead and gone but im alive against all odds and I'll never not be proud of that!" I really am happy for you, keep living and keep being yourself. live no matter what, live happily and with those you love and those who love you. against all odds. live and be proud of it, always be proud of it

[mithcellesblog]

I need some new outfits like this, who want to take me shopping?😝🥰😝😝

[bubblegum-bros-sys]

Google search: how do I tell people in my irl circle that I’m plural without running into arguments about self diagnosis but also still keep the context that I am in fact a disordered system. Send

[fogdraws]

Yess I've always wanted to do something for HOUN..... That's it

Yeah the dog has no eyes pretend it is a very clever design choice that has deep simbolism or something (I actually forgot it and am lazy,,)

More colours and the sketch after the cut bcs I'm indecisive

[the-bar-sinister]

Sinister System terminology, differences in fronting vs shifts

Some people seemed interested in our internal experience, so I've written up a little bit of a guide to help it make sense.

system member: a distinct person/soul who is one of many sharing this body.

kintype: the identity of a soul during a particular lifetime experience.

kin source: the media in which a kin life/kintype is reflected.

kin shift: a particular system member experiencing a greater psychological, emotional, and/or spiritual state where they are embodying a particular kintype in the present moment. A sort of psychological/emotional/spiritual regression to or manifestation of a specific kintype's traits and experiences.

collective shift: when several different system members are experiencing a kin shift to their various personal identities during the same source lifetime.

fronting/taking the front/switching: A particular system member takes control of the body. A fronting member experiences the direct sensory input from the body, has a distinct internal monologue which is 'louder' than the internal thoughts of members who are not fronting, has primary control over the actions and reactions of the body.

Sinister system:

Has roughly 25 distinct system members

Each system member has around 19 kintypes in addition to their overall personal singular identity.

A system member may be experiencing a particular kin shift at any given time. Often multiple system members are in a collective shift.

Let's walk through some abbreviated examples.

Some sinister system members are

😼🔪 (Jas)

🌀😎 (Akechi)

🔍⚔️ (Kirigiri)

Each of these system members shares the same kin sources. They experienced several lifetimes in which they were born and interacted with separate identities in the same world.

Some of their kin sources are: Homestuck, Danganronpa, Resident Evil, and Great Ace Attorney.

That means that each distinct system member has a kintype that aligns with each source.

😼🔪 Jas' kintypes are: Vriska Serket (Homestuck), Toko Fukawa (Danganronpa), Karl Heisenberg (Resident Evil) and Yuujin Mikotoba (Great Ace Attorney)

🌀😎 (Akechi)'s kintypes are: Cronus Ampora (Homestuck), Nagito Komaeda (Danganronpa), Albert Wesker (Resident Evil), and Kazuma Asogi (Great Ace Attorney)

🔍⚔️ (Kirigiri)'s kintypes are: Dave Strider (Homestuck), Kyoko Kirigiri (Danganronpa), Tyler Howard (Resident Evil), and Barok Van Zieks (Great Ace Attorney).

When 🔍⚔️ (Kirigiri) is fronting, that means that 🔍⚔️ is the person primarily processing data from the body's senses, making decisions, acting using the body, and experiencing a loud inner monologue.

When 🔍⚔️ (Kirigiri) is fronting, 🔍⚔️ is still Dave Strider, Kyoko Kirigiri, Tyler Howard, and Barok Van Zieks all at once, because these are all lives that 🔍⚔️ has experienced. He has access to the emotions and memories relevant to all of his kintypes, and they all motivate him to a greater or lesser degree.

However, if/when 🔍⚔️ is experiencing a particular kin shift, then the experiences, emotions and memories relevant to that particular shift will be dominate over his other experiences while he's experiencing the shift.

So for example, in a Homestuck kin shift 🔍⚔️ will act more like Dave Strider, because his thoughts, memories, emotions and preferences will be more closely aligned with who he was during that time, and the experience of his other lives will still be present, but have less priority over his actions and thoughts. His experience as Dave will have more immediate relevance to whatever he's doing, and will be experienced more heavily and as if it were more current than his other lives.

If the system is in a collective Homestuck shift, then it means that 🔍⚔️is in a Dave shift, 🌀😎 is in a Cronus shift, and 😼🔪 is in a Vriska shift, all at the same time. The lifetime of Homestuck is most immediately relevant to the entire system if we're experiencing a collective Homestuck shift.

However, not everyone is always in a collective shift. There are times where 🔍⚔️ is in a Dave/Homestuck shift, but 😼🔪 is in a Toko/Danganronpa shift, etc.

We are open to answering any questions, clarifying or otherwise that people might have about our experiences.

[fromfiction]

We are not, in fact, "endogenic". (We have no problem with people who use that term.)

What we are is something I'm sure anti-endos would hate even more.

If we had to describe ourselves with a "genic" label it would be something like "magicgenic" (magigenic? magenic?)

Our system was formed due to magical, spiritual forces outside of us, and outside of our full control.

I have no idea if a term like this is already in use, I'm use rambling here.

[overlord-mordax]

unidentified memory fragment

Memory of freestanding clawfoot tub with shower in a small, run down apartment bathroom. The tub rests on orange and yellow tiles which are rough-texture with deep grooves between them them, and are in small, wide triangular shapes. The porcelain of the tub is stained, and likewise, the metal of the tub's feet has stained the tiles below it. There is one small, high window in the room, a toilet, and a narrow sink.

no idea whose or where this memory is from, but it accompanied thoughts of when hot water used to be scarce or run out for a whole apartment building, and the final song from the musical 'chicago' popped in our heads afterward.

memory occurred while walking back from doing laundry.

"I" whoever "I" was in the memory was reaching down to inspect the tiles of the floor under the bathtub claws.

[bricktoygrapher]

The plural of LEGO is LEGO

[xxlady-lunaxx]

There was something so innocently pure about the way Giyuu’s entire face lit up when he smiled. He had the sort of eyes-closed, sunshine energy when he beamed. The smaller, softer smiles were adorable in their own way, but, personally, Sabito adored the wider grins. The ones that had Giyuu lapsing into giggles, laughing until he forgot what was so funny. The ones like now, which made the birds scatter, knowing they couldn’t compete with the utter and complete wonderfulness of Giyuu.

Not for the first time, Giyuu wondered aloud what he was laughing about, the words lost amidst the high of exhilaration. It was lovely. And terribly hard for Sabito not to succumb to the sweetness of it all, forcing himself to keep walking.

At least the mission was due to be short. It wasn’t the investigation kind, or patrol. Something of helping the lower ranked Slayers, and Giyuu and Sabito had been appointed. They would finish quickly and return to their shared estate, where Sabito didn’t have to hide the overwhelming amount of love he felt for his partner.

As expected, the mission wasn’t a long one. It was difficult for only a moment, mainly because the other Slayers were plentiful and very good at getting in the way. But they got through it quickly, with only a shallow wound on Giyuu’s cheek. After being reassured by the Kakushi that the injured Slayers (no casualties this time) would be taken care of, the Water Hashira both headed home. They went slowly, taking their time because there wasn’t anything to be done. Morning had not yet reached them, but it was approaching as they entered their home.

Clambering in and putting their swords away, they sought the bedroom. Giyuu sat down, cleaning his wound. Sabito knelt before him, a bandage in hand, and helped place it on. He remained there for a moment, cupping Giyuu’s cheek until he cracked a smile from him. Without a word, he pulled him in for a kiss, resisting his own smile at the familiar softness of Giyuu’s lips.

“It’s been two hours,” Giyuu told him when they pulled away. “Don’t you have any patience?”

Sabito hummed, sitting beside him and resting his head on Giyuu’s shoulder. “You say that as if you’re patient. Anyway, who’s to stop me from loving you?”

His response was Giyuu twisting to kiss Sabito again, parting to murmur, “no one is,” before dipping back in, receiving much enthusiasm from the peach-haired man.

Morning came and went, guiding them to the training rooms and then a shop to buy something quick for lunch. Throughout the day, Sabito got several different types of Giyuu-smiles, and he treasured each and every one of them, sorry when they disappeared. In return, he held Giyuu protectively, petting his hair and kissing his forehead. It was hard to believe Giyuu was truly his. Hard to process that this man before him, the sheer embodiment of perfection, loved him. Loved Sabito. Because he had loved Giyuu for so long. And the reality of everything was so surreal, and so beautiful.

He knew it was wrong, for most people. They were both men, they were Hashira, they had no place indulging in romance together. Yet he couldn’t help but ignore all the worries concerning public scorn, he found himself casting the anxiety away, if it meant being with Giyuu. Being allowed show him how much he actually loved him.

There was nothing in the world Sabito could cherish more than Giyuu. Giyuu and his honey-sweet smiles, his sapphire eyes and gentle voice. Giyuu—just Giyuu. Giyuu and the way he loved Sabito back.

xxx

Sabito’s eyes were lavender. Soft and bright, always, always on Giyuu. And maybe it wasn’t necessarily the way they looked, their beautiful dusk-colored shade, but the way Sabito looked at him. With so much emotion that went better unsaid. It was how the complete and wholly loving way Sabito gazed at him, eyebrows dipping in actions of sweetness. It was all of that that made Giyuu melt, his limbs falling slack, heart missing a beat.

Despite the fact that Sabito held so much—his voice, his face, his body, his hair—Giyuu was unable to focus on anything but his eyes. How they closed every time they kissed, and how they fluttered when he was waking. The way they smiled on their own, widening when Giyuu initiated kisses.

Purple, lavender, sunset painted eyes. Full of tender love, holding it all for Giyuu. That fact on its own made Giyuu fall into a well of warmth. It was hard to breathe under Sabito’s stare, and, more often than not, Giyuu had to fight the impulse to draw him close and never let go. There was so much love for him, and he wanted nothing but to reciprocate it. Because he loved Sabito so, so much.