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How it feels decorating a single spot in Animal Crossing
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This is a nice sign to look at. 10/10 for composition.
he looks so confident
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Under the Moonlight
Commission for mathildeperie ! hope you like it! such a beautiful design ;O;
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My mother was so upset when I started opening up about my trauma symptoms.
She told me that they were all in my head, and that my anxiety and memory loss and intrusive memories were signs that I needed to let go. That I was dwelling on the bad in my life, and wouldn't find peace until I moved on.
I told her, "I've tried moving on. Moving on didn't solve my problems, it just stitched a filthy wound shut. Now it's infected, and leaking out again. I need to deal with it now, or it will never get better."
I said that I had been depressed, and scared, and angry. That sometimes I hated myself. That sometimes, existing was unbearable.
She told me I was a good person, and I shouldn't hate myself, and life was good now, so I should focus on that.
She told me she didn't understand why I was choosing to hold on to old news.
I told her once, "I'm not following my bad memories. I'm walking down the street, until they hit me out of nowhere like a truck. And I'm tired of being hit by trucks. I want to find whoever's driving and get them to stop. That's not the same as wallowing in self pity. That's finding the source of the problem."
Some days I would be angry, and I would say, "I'm angry about what happened."
She would reply, "Anger won't bring you peace. Anger will kill you."
I said I didn't intend on being angry forever, but I hadn't had a chance to be angry yet, and I was allowed to be angry now. I would be angry now, and when I was done, I would feel other things, and nobody else was allowed to tell me how to feel. My anger was mine, for a second or a lifetime, and if I wanted to be angry forever, then I would. That wasn't my plan, but it was my right.
My mother never seemed to understand. She kept saying, in one way or another, that bad feelings were optional, and if you didn't choose to repress them, then your pain was your own fault.
We fought about that a lot, until I learned not to talk to her about it.
I'm not angry all the time, now, but sometimes I am. Sometimes I'm smooth and sharp and cold, and it makes me happy.
For a long time, I thought I couldn't feel anger at all. When bad things happened, I was sad and unsurprised.
Anger feels good.
Anger is outrage, and denial, and grief, and determination. Anger is the fuel of self-preservation, self-defense. Anger is safety. Anger is protection. Anger shields the people I love. Anger is a warm electric blanket that could burn my house down with misuse.
I have emotions now. I didn't realize I was numb before, but I was. Now, I feel happy, and scared, and content. Uncomfortable, too, and excited. Anger came first, though, and I'm grateful to it. Anger was the one that stepped up and said, "No, they aren't going to live with this anymore."
My mother doesn't understand, but I do. I've found my peace.
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brutalist candy cane
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Den Beauvais
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Whatever its called to have these kinds of colourful squares in your home i want it
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You ever hear someone say something and you're like "hmmm there's not enough evidence here to justify me bringing it up to them but damn does that sound plural"
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please picture a dragon. now, imagine it loafing like a cat. hunkered. legges in tight beneath. tail tucked close. eyes half lidded. front feets and claws curled under.
please image this dragon
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sometimes you dont eat fruit for awhile and then you eat some fruit and you're like oh fuck its fruit
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[Lio] Seconding the above, but yes this sounds very plural. Some systems have members who are pretty separate but some can be connected or the same-but-different, simultaneously the same person but also individuals or at least different people sometimes (as is the case with median systems).
Ultimately though as others have said it’s up to you how you want to interpret it, there’s no pressure to see it as one thing or another. But as someone who used to think I was ‘just’ otherkin before we found out we were plural this experience you describe is really familiar to me. Except I was the ‘animal part’ and we didn’t realize I was a different person until my other half/brain twin went dormant in our teen years. (They’re back now though! And they’re also nonhuman but in a fae way rather than a beast/animal way)
Especially the memory experience. I remember very vividly in middle school being really wary of someone acting friendly to me, and growling and wanting to show my teeth, but then suddenly my twin (who wasn’t entirely separate from me then) remembered them from a time where I wasn’t around (so my memory was blurry) and was happy to see them because they’d gotten along when I wasn’t there.
Depending on who is fronting our phantom sensations change too. I’m a dragon so I’m very animal-like, but others are not.
Anyways, that’s all to give you our examples. I hope that Fassa feels better soon and can enjoy your new shoes. :) if you’re worried about her, though, you can try envisioning yourself inside your head and talking to her/reassuring her. It may not work if that’s not how you work, and that’s ok, but worth a try if you want to.
The more I talk about it the more it seems like how I experience being a therian is different than most people, but does anyone else’s the Kin just. Disappear??
Our dogs chewed up the dog shoes that Fassa (the dog brain) really liked and it’s just gone. No random barks in my mind, no channeling it instead of the human more, nothing. Completely gone. The human (Entity) is still a dog in a way that aligns with the experience of most therians but Fassa is just. Not here. And then I got new dog shoes hoping that would fix everything but I haven’t heard or felt her once??? It’s been 2 weeks now, I’m so confused
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