Most posts will be made by our collective identity/host, who you can call Ghost or White. We don't really have memory gaps which is a big part of why it's taken me so long to begin considering myself some form of plural. After talking about my experiences with a few friends, and reading a bunch of posts, I've come to realize there's other people with similar expereinces who consider themselves plural. It's something I want to explore about myself more, and be more open about, so naturally I made a side-blog to talk about it lol
I/me and we/us will be used interchangeably.
More details below vvv
Here is a list of my headmates/facets, as I currently understand them:
White 🤍 - he/they - main/og host, sort of the collective identity, almost always fronting or co-fronting, actually uses our irl chosen name but is using White here as an alias
Cyan 🩵- he/they - Our og caretaker/'handler', and voice of reason, usually the reason we get any chores done
Magenta/Sam 💖- they/he/she - My more 'emotional', creative, and social side, possibly a sub-system, with Sam being slightly more masculine and worse at masking? Sometimes they're both there and they act like twins idk
Yellow 💛- they/it/she - less of a fully realized 'person', represents my compulsions, base instincts, and anxiety - doesn’t really ‘talk’ much or ‘front’ in the traditional sense except for certain moments of high-anxiety
Key 🖤 - he/him - My inner hater and strong 'negative' emotions, like depression and anger
DJ 🐊- he/him - Sort of a second host, Dragon Edition, if you remember when I had "stoner" on this list, I think he got sorta subsumed into this guy, but idk. A bit more chill, confident, and masc feeling than the baseline identity. - @draconic-debauchery
AJ 🐦🔥- it/they - a.k.a 'the bird', they're an avian dragon shapeshifting thing? mostly fronts at work or in the car (to sing along to music), fairly social, likes to mimic, and is our most animalistic headmate
Indigo 💜 - they/xe/he/she - secondary caretaker, partners with Jean, inspired by the re9 character Zeno but not 100% a fictive/introject
Jean 🩸- they/he - an introject of our re9 self-insert, partners with Indigo - @dr-laszlos-lab
We have a new tagging system! Older posts won't follow this exactly (bc I'm too lazy to go back and fix all the tags lol), but posts with depictions of a headmate, such as in a comic, will have their name+emoji hashtag (eg. #white 🤍), and posts posted by a headmate will have have a "[name]posting" tag (eg. #whiteposting)
We'd love to get asks! but keep in mind I don't want to get into discourse about what kinds of systems are 'valid' or not. I'm pro-endo, I think diagnostic criteria for complex mental disorders and neurodivergency tends to be lacking and fails to encompass the breadth of human experience, so let's just let people describe themselves however works best for them, yeah?
being a fictive of a character with so little canon lore, and seeing a lot of different takes and theories and headcannons of the character that constantly makes White slightly change how he sees them and therefore me, gets confusing. I've already been feeling less and less connected to my source as time goes on since forming, but reading some theories on what the initial plan for the re9 plot could've been earlier today, a version🩸& 🤍 like much better and want to incorporate into our selfship au lore (which is 🩸and my actual source), was the final straw. I don't really have "exomemories" if that's what they're called, these "memories" are just whatever White thinks they should be, they're liable to change at any time. I don't really know who I am, why I'm here. I'm only really still here because Jean is and they'd be sad if I left, but I don't know if I can even really be who they want me to be. An imitation of an imitation of an imitation. It's like that backrooms movie, except instead of getting cool and twisted up I'm just kind of, boring? compared to the originals. I don't know. I guess I'll have to figure out an identity for myself if I stick around here. Just call me Indigo for now, I think I like that name.
fuck i wish we could do multiple things at once- like draw and write at the same time, one of us wants to draw their sona, another wants to write, and there isn't one strong/clear fronter rn ough :/
We impulse purchased a beat up old spiral notebook, a little pack of crayons, and a pencil holder thing full of colorful pens from the thrift store today- with the intent of maybe doing some sketching doodling journaling in there, and each of us can use our color to distinguish who’s writing ✌️
Definitelyyyy it was my biggest reason to deny it all…I think after realizing the whole personality change, style change, voice change, internal dialogue change, and the attitude change, I was finally like.okay maybe I did just skip a symptom (which is entirely possible with almost anything ever)
I think I was also like “well I remember things pretty well” bro no you don’t turn around you can barely remember anything before age 8 and there’s 200 gaps in the years
If i unlink and remove everything that would give us away as plural from our main blog then I can have my best friend be mutuals with me on there without coming out as plural first, life hack! ☝️
fuck that actually, I'm going to tell them, using my trusty "pre-write a multi-paragraph message and then copy it into discord dms when they're available to have a more serious conversation" technique 👍lol
If i unlink and remove everything that would give us away as plural from our main blog then I can have my best friend be mutuals with me on there without coming out as plural first, life hack! ☝️
Please remember that almost everyone around you is traumatized. I didn’t understand this when I was younger. I wondered why people acted so strangely and irrationally. Maybe all children wonder this. The author Robert Anton Wilson said (paraphrasing), “We have never seen a completely sane adult human.” No one makes it out of this life alive. It’s not their fault. Mercy, kindness, forgiving — these are what makes one human. They are other names for love. People break in the strangest of ways.
“Under the present brutal and primitive conditions on this planet, every person you meet should be regarded as one of the walking wounded. we have never seen a man or woman not slightly deranged by either anxiety or grief. we have never seen a totally sane human being." — Robert Anton Wilson
