System Protip: If Trying To Keep Track Of Your Switches And Fragments Feels Impossible And Is Driving

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no text, just vibes

about a cofront today

Justice for our homegirl and her suffering

Made by @deludedfools on January 7th, 2024.

Requested by @lixheng.

Credits artist @moririforever

Little pony princesses 💗

You are not a fake system because you can't hear your alters, most of us can't! Most people with DID have very limited communication between alters in general.

You are not a fake system because you don't know your headcount, or you don't know your alters names. That can take years! For some people, they need a long time in treatment to even get that ball rolling.

You are not a fake system because you don't know what other alters are doing. You don't need to know who dressed you this morning or who bought the food you're allergic to, high amnesia is normal.

Don't feel like any less of a system because of expectations set by the internet. You don't need to present the same way as people on the internet. The presentation of DID on the internet can be pretty atypical, so don't spend your time comparing.

POV. MC remembered everything. 🥹

Rafayel is really only nice to MC. I know this has been said before but the more I think about it, the more it messes with me. He’s seen as bratty and whiny but he’s literally ONLY that way with MC

You’re the only person he feels secure enough around to be like that with. The only person he holds close enough to be sweet and gentle to. In this world of people bastardizing and monetizing his culture, you are the exception. The only human worth his time, his effort, his gentleness.

He’s playful because he loves to play with you. Indulging in that sappy part of his heart that never got to be a child. Teasing you to see your pouty face but knowing it’ll never scare you away. That’s something all the money in the world can’t buy. Loyalty. Your loyalty to him is valuable beyond measure. Beyond reckoning,

We part and meet, again and again - heavy hearts with little laid bare. The weight in my chest is hard to name, while your doubts fill the air. In this fleeting moment, freedom's wings are bound. And that moment has long since vanished, never to be found. Like lightning that strikes and is gone in a breath. Like fine snow falling to a river, meeting its death. Like light pouring over the tide, only to be swallowed where shadows hide. How can I witness and hold such beauty once more…? If I were to bury my heart within your sweet lips.