Historias de Dissociative

Capture a glimpse of a life and death of the ones who watch. Nobody knows who, yet they always seem to be around at the right place in the ideal time. These strangers are lost to the world of our creation. Rather, their creation. Lost to time and the forgot ways of man. The old gods rule undercover, bring order the land and its creatures. Four seasons. The light. The dark. The oceans. The winds. The earth. Curious minds only want a peek of the mystery hiding in plain sight. It's just a glimpse, right? It's just a to form the idea of their existence. Perhaps that's all it is. Perhaps there is more than a dead world. = = = = = = All of these characters belong to me and my sickening mind. Please ask before taking any form of them. I have worked many endless hours creating lore. My fellow beans enjoy! Cover art is not mine! :)

If there is one flower that could symbolize Heaven Baylon, it is a rose. Exquisite and thorned. Both are perfectly imperfect. She has heterochromia, a disorder in which blesses her with a unique beauty that leads her into a hellish world. She was bullied severely including her late albino sister, Aster. She lives her life welcoming every sunrise as a tragedy. She wanted to quit so badly but her sister made her promise to live life and avenge her. In her process of healing she met Dome. He welcomes different foreign emotions to Heaven's heart. However, like a rose, she is bound to hurt people who attempt to hold her. 🖤🖤🖤 🖤🖤🖤 Mental Health Series Date Started: 11/22/22 Date Ended:

Just me writing the bullshit I call life 😅

A compilation of poems that I have written, covering numerous topics. All contents are written by me. Please do not plagiarise or steal my work. Feel free to leave feedback or thoughts on any piece. Thank you for your time and support.

Gabrielle Frayman is involved in little accident well not so little anyway and is left with an amnesia leaving her lost and unsure of what is actually going on and what went down on the night of her accident. She is left with unsolved puzzles and witnesses who want her to believe their sides of the story. But is some one missing? is there a piece still uncovered? Find out more in 'Broken Puzzles'

So, you know those one direction fanfics where the reader gets sold to them? I wanted to do this but with a twist and the Condesce and the other high bloods/midbloods. Fair warning I did get this idea before I've gotten to the parts with the Condesce. Some parts may be mis characterization so I'm open to criticism when it comes to dialogue. Apart from that, since the others don't get much dialogue, I'll go off of head canons that seem most real to their character. This will be in second person point of view since it'll be an x reader kind of thing. Minimal shipping involved and some flirtatious comments every now and then. I'll try to keep the reader gender neutral.

Oneshot inspired by Enamour Me, the sequel to Mr Tattoo, both by NoPressureJustBoxers. Set two to three years into the future from Chapter 8. I wrote this piece to be a standalone. You can read this without reading the source materials. I highly recommend the source materials on their own merit. Give it a chance. The characters are not mine. They belong to NoPressureJustBoxers.

He is a teddy bear. He is there to protect her. He watches them come to her room every night. He watches her return. He is your teddy bear Jessica.

A poetry book of my secret self. Pieces from my soul to yours.

"I find myself looking at existence as if I were inside a grave or from another world. Everything is foreign to me. I am, it seems, outside my body and my sense of self; I am depersonalized, separated, adrift... Is this madness?"

A place to learn about our system and systems in general <3-Julie

A book of original poems about dissociation

Different things written by the alters of the Swan System.

This book is a short story that was cultivated collectively within our system to combine an old Short Story we wrote with the nuisances of our inner world and what it's like to be a part of a DID system. We hope others enjoy the book as much as we have enjoyed one another's company. Hopefully this gives an inside look into what it's like to have Dissociative Identity Disorder. Special thanks to our alter Joey for establishing the original bones for this story and Ellie & Grace for re-imagining it so very beautifully for us. And in the future; to Gabe and her army of writers for working diligently on editing and compiling so we can actually get the book created. I love you all 💙 The Candid System

I knew Mattie was there to protect me when I couldn't protect myself. But now that I was older, now that we're older, she was coming out more and more often using any tiny glimmer of fear to force herself out. Mattie didn't want to go away. And I couldn't stop her. Her trigger was my fear, it's what woke her up, and she wouldn't leave till whatever has scared me is gone or dealt with.

Mira and Tommy take a quiet walk along an unusually empty boardwalk, the wind pulling at Mira's shawl and teasing Tommy's detective-style hat. But something isn't right; the waves lap, the wind whispers, yet the world feels off. When Tommy investigates a strange, rhythmic flapping behind the market stalls, he stumbles upon something he was never meant to see. In that moment, Mira, gripped by creeping dread no longer recognizes Tommy as the man she knew. And when she runs, she leaves behind more than just her fear.

*Picture aren't mine unless I say they are need Proof and I'll add it* I can't draw tho so don't expect much lol. Simple person reborn into a skeleton, person adopted by sans and papyrus, person is traumatized, author is traumatized. Not really lol I just have no idea how to write descriptions. It's A/B/O coded but not in the full way more of like they have instincts and they growl and pur and shit. No alpha man make here lol, and it's the regular we are stuck in another universe with no way out trope. Have a fun read if you like it!!!! * DONT COPY ON ANY OTHER SITE WITHOUT PERMISSION * that would be mad embarrassing lmao

My name is Iris, I am an Alter in a D.I.D System that is known as The Eyre Manor. I write tons of poems inside and I wanted to share them with you all here on the outside.

Does bad thing always happen to good people or is it that the bad things happen to bad people? A story about a narcissistic person who is too caught up in chasing for the ideal that doesn't exist. On the outside everything is always okay because we only know half of the story. [In progress.]