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  • My Life As A System . [A System Diary] by King-cha0s
    King-cha0s
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      Reads 13
    • WpPart
      Parts 3
    Just a insight into our lives
  • A Penny For Your Thoughts? | Georgia x Pennsylvania [Angst & Fluff] by TheChromaSystem
    TheChromaSystem
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      Reads 1,027
    • WpPart
      Parts 13
    Book 1 in "Statehouse Stories" ----- A caffeine addicted narcoleptic and a rowdy ex-capital with a drinking problem. A peachy pair, if you will. One couldn't seem to stay awake while the other drank and partied all night. Baseball games, and quiet cafés. Late night parties, and boring work meetings. A perfect, yet mundane, life. But not quite for long... ----- Georgia sat in the car, forehead pressed against the cold, frosted glass. The back seat filled with boxes of various things. And right beside him, in the driver's seat, Louisiana, tapping their thumbs on the wheel to the music that was playing, although Georgia wasn't nearly as interested in the music as his sibling was. "God Lou would you turn that down?" He rolled his eyes and snapped at his sibling, who then put up his hands and turned the volume dial. "Alright, alright, jeez, what kinda gris-gris got put on you?" Georgia just scoffed and turned to put his head back on the window, until they both drove past a sadly familiar place. "Hey hey wait stop the car." His seatbelt was already unbuckled and his door swung open right as the car stopped moving. "Jesus- what was that for Geo?!" Louie slammed the breaks and furrowed their eyebrows at their brother, who was walking away from the car at a fast pace. It wasn't until then that Louie's face dropped and they realized where they were at. Georgia started to run to get closer, before slowing down right in front of the headstone. In Loving Memory of Pennsylvania December 12th, 1787 - November 18th, 2020 A wide grin grew on Georgia's face, but blurry, tear filled eyes came with it. "Happy birthday Penny." ----- Credit for characters goes to Ben Brainard. Storyline, backstory, cover art, and overall book belongs to @TheChromaSystem This book was written by a fictive in a system of Georgia from Ben Brainard's "The Table" web-series. All events in this book are true and have happened in Georgia's memory. Remember that before posting comments.
  • Meet Us by Crystal-Collection
    Crystal-Collection
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      Reads 116
    • WpPart
      Parts 10
    A place to meet all of us alters!
  • Our System Diary by missinghost
    missinghost
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      Reads 219
    • WpPart
      Parts 4
    Hi, Here we will talk about our System. We have right now 100+ Alters in the system. We will try to answer all your questions, if you have any. We will try to be more active in here now!
  • Education With Us! by Byeol-Jinnie
    Byeol-Jinnie
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      Reads 3
    • WpPart
      Parts 1
    Just dumping all research we have found all over about Dissociative Disorders, mostly Other Specified Dissociative Disorder since that is what we are suspecting!
  • Writing With Alters by delta-ray
    delta-ray
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      Reads 113
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      Parts 2
    A compilation of stories from people with systems talking about the reality of day to day life with DID or OSDD1. Having done a quick search of the DID and MPD tags on here, y'all need to learn what this disorder is really like. A continuation of the writingwithalters tumblr project, I'll also try to add informational chapters along with the more personal stories. Feel free to submit.
  • The Forest System (OSDD) by TheForestSystem
    TheForestSystem
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      Reads 71
    • WpPart
      Parts 3
    Hello! Were the forest system:) this is our introduction space as well as an outlet for us. feel free to ask questions or just contact us. If we do write about any triggering topics, which is unlikely but possible, we will have all trigger warnings at the top of the page so watch out for them.