• they/them

plural system in Seattle, WA (b. 1974)
lots of fictives from lots of media, some horses, some dragons, I dunno. the Pnictogen Wing is poorly mapped.

host: Mx. Kris Dreemurr (they/them)

chief messenger and usual front: Mx. Chara or Χαρά (they/them)

other members:
Mx. Frisk, historian (they/them)
Monophylos Fortikos, unicorn (he/him)
Kel the Purple, smol derg (xe/xem)
Pim the Dragon, Kel's sister (she/her)


being a plurality really kinda sucks. we've been accused of doing it for fun, of merely "role-playing", and I suppose sometimes it's seemed like we've taken too much relish in being able to speak with multiple voices. I assure all ten of my readers that if it's seemed that way, it's largely out of a sense of relief. after decades of being inarticulate and clueless and dealing with the world entirely through the flimsiest of autistic masks, we found voices within ourselves who could speak with force and conviction; suddenly we made sense to ourselves, after four decades of utter confusion, and that lent a certain energy to our system. we found that we had power, and we were already a public spectacle—for that's what the Internet and social media do to people, it turns them into public spectacles. so we did our messy plural business in public, and thus laid ourselves open to the charge of being mere play-actors.

we've lived with this for about seven years now, and the excitement and newness of this messy process of self-discovery has long since worn off, and now we're all just tired. Kris, our host, is now capable enough to handle their own affairs without needing ME or some other headmate leaping to the front in order to handle things that Kris has dissociated from. and with that improvement comes Kris's realization about just how much of their life has been spent blundering about in a fog, oblivious, a helpless observer with barely any memory of a huge mass of bewildering experiences. they've let me do most of their talking for them, and make far too many of their decisions for them, simply because I was capable of doing so under pressure.

and now Kris is confronted with a great big goddamn mess to comprehend and sort through—the wreckage of a long life on this Earth through which we've all bulldozed, mostly in a state of profound dissociation, our mind fracturing and splintering into a myriad facets.

it sucks. I can almost see why normies are so proud of being so...uncomplicated.

~Chara of Pnictogen


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