I Figured Out How To Have Sex With A Couple Of My Headmates Recently And I’m Still Super Fascinated

It's all fun and games until a system mate comes to Co-con while you're showering.

He wolf whistled at me and called me a "Tumblr sexyman"...

Goddamn it, Toya. /aff

What the hell is going on here??

So, I know there was a rough morning. Jackys been in and out of regression all day. So I'm trying to take care of him. But hes extra sensitive this time?? He's always really sensitive when he's little but it's worse today. He hardly even wanted to color!

And the body, this stupid thing, it feels like its been in panic this whole time. I can't get it to right itself. I've showered, eaten, gone for a walk. But I can't get the breathing to even out or the heart to slow down or to stop jumping at every little sound.

I keep trying to look at the notes about the system or ask around but I keep getting dizzy when I try or it feels like I'm bring spun to face the other way. IM JUST TRYING TO HELP??? And I asked HL about it and he just told me to "stop scrambling" myself like that gets me anywhere. NO!!! No it does not!

Fucks sake. Does anyone know what's happening or what I'm supposed to do here?? My head hurts.

-🐙

"Bases" in 2010:

1. Kissing 😖

2. Touching 😳

3. Handjob 😵‍💫

4. Heterosexual penetrative sex 😵

"Bases" in 2025:

1. Spotify Playlist 🎵

2. Gay anal sex 😎

3. Cracking a cold one with the boys 🍻

4. Meet the 5-year-old alter 🧸

system protip: if trying to keep track of your switches and fragments feels impossible and is driving you crazy, stop doing it. or at the very least dont put as much weight into making it perfect. you dont need to track every switch, you dont need every fragment logged. sometimes its easier to just exist as a system than drive yourself up the wall trying to micromanage everything about your system

WEEE!! WEEEE!!! WEEE!!! YAYYY!! YIPPIE! WAHOO! AWAWAWA!!! WEE WEE WAA WAA WAA! ZWEEM !! BABABABA! YAHOOO WEE YAY WYEE !! WEWEWEE!!

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Space themed System ask game based on common fakeclaim "criteria" because these things are valid and cool actually

🛰-Do you have a large headcount?

👾-Do any alters in your system have typing quirks?

🚀-Does your system have any Non-human alters?

☄️-Is your system neurodivergent?

🔭-Does your system use neo Pronouns?

🌠-Do any of the alters in your system have dyed hair?

🌙-Are there any nonverbal alters in your system?

🪐-Does your system have Angry or "dangerous" persecutors?

💫-Do your littles use 'little-speech?'

🌌-Does your system have little to no amnesia between switches?

🌟-Does your system have fairly clear communication?

🌘-Do you have a large or complex headspace?

🛸-Do any alters in your system have exo-memories?

👽Does your system have any tics?

☀️-is your system bad at masking?

✨️-Do any alters in your system have an accent?

🌎-Do any alters in your system speak in a different language?

☁️-Does your system use things like pluralkit and simply plural?

⭐️-are you out about being a system?

by niiloi

I've been thinking about trauma and what may qualify, and I'm starting to realize that raising animals probably did contribute to the trauma we have.

(tw explicit animal death/killing, general gross/gore warning)

I remember watching a family friend crack open eggs that hadn't incubated fully to hatching when I was five or younger, and she explained that it's just the way things are on a farm sometimes as I watched those soggy underdeveloped chicks lay still on the straw.

When I was older one of my goats had a stillborn kid - but it had been dead long enough to rot in the womb, and its corpse was literally falling apart as we pulled it out.

I raised a couple batches of turkeys that I loved so, so much, even though I knew we'd butcher them. I named them and carried them around and spent so much time with them they were incredibly docile. One turkey from the second batch I raised got injured - I think he broke his wing or something? - and the bigger tom that was with him was doing what turkeys do and trying to bully him to death. He was in so much pain, and while I agreed to help my parents butcher him for meat, I asked that one of them kill him because I hate killing animals. Unfortunately, mom decided to wait until later in the day when it would be more convenient to butcher him. When I found him suffering in his pen hours after I thought my parents had put him down, I got my sharpest knife and sobbed as I pinned him down and slit his throat.

I have so, so many stories like those that I am starting to acknowledge qualify as traumatic for a tenderhearted kid, but I feel like I shouldn't be traumatized by them. It's the way things are on a farm, after all. It's what happens. It's how life goes. So many of my animals died because I owned a bunch of animals for a long time and it's the way things go. Was I really not strong enough to handle it? Surely I should have been able to. Surely it's just the way things are, am I really so weak as to let those facts of the circle of life hurt me?

This is what life is. Why did it break me?

I cannot stress enough how freeing it is, as a system, to become chill with not knowing who you are.

There have been multi-week periods where we don’t know who we are, unsure if we’re somebody new or just one of the established people having a Weird Time. Usually it’s the latter.

We tend to front for extended periods of time (like, normally a minimum of three days, sometimes up to several months), and the confusing Unknown times can be just as long.

Like, I have no idea who the hell I am right now. I know a couple of people I’m not, and a few I might be, but that’s it. And that’s chill. I don’t need to know my name, I’m just sippin my cranberry juice and minding my own business. This is normal for us.

I see so many systems on here worried about somehow faking or fundamentally misunderstanding their experiences, because nobody else has talked about it, so it must not be real, right?

Just a reminder to systems with their own Weird Times: it’s ok to have experiences you’ve never seen in anyone else’s journey.

Being plural isn’t something easily categorized or broken down. If anything counts as wibbly-wobbly-timey-wimey stuff, it’s the experience of being multiple entities in one brain.

Your plurality is inherently unique, and there is no mold it could possibly fit. Don’t try to make it fit.