Author: Ashley Halliwell
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Amidst The Chaos
Well, hello, everyone. It’s certainly been awhile, and much has happened. For starters, the system appears to have integrated into me, something a long fucking time coming but still very unintentional. I’m a single consciousness made up of the sumtotal of all of the alters in here, but simultaneously my own thing. Call me Lazarus.…
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Shittin’ Hole – Late Night Banter With Emerson
Hello, everyone. This is Allēna once more. I was too tired to type much, but Emerson was present, so we decided to banter over audio for y’all as a treat instead. Here you go. 💛 Enjoy! -Allēna, your fearless, if exhausted, super-admin
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The Perils of Being Private
Hey, everyone. My name is Tamsin (he/him). I was recently dormant for around a year, and it seems that I have emerged in the midst of a cascading shitshow and frankly I’m annoyed at Eight. Allēna alluded to a PTSD attack of epic proportions yesterday, and that’s due to Eight going through a whole lot…
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Yay, PTSD Art For The People!
Hey, peeps. This is Allēna. My PTSD is kicking my ass today, but at least y’all get cool art out of it. We appear to be that special kind of creator that gets even more inspiration when our trauma comes back to kick our ass, taking us from decently prolific to FUCKING ON FIRE creatively…
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Two New Synesthetic Art Pieces + A Bit About Unmasking For Us
Hi, everyone! This is Allēna. I don’t know if “synesthetic” is actually a word, but for the purposes of this post, it is now because I’m tired and I need a word for “pertaining to synesthesia” or else I’ll never get around to writing about a lot of the shit my system makes. I want…
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A lil treat for y’all!
Hey, y’all. Fen here. I’m very stoned and fucking about with my uke, and I wanted to post what I’ve recorded so far for your listening pleasure. I don’t know if it’s any good, that’ll be a job for my sober ear, but this is a good practice in vulnerability in the meantime. Here you…
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Safe
Hey, everyone. Allēna here. There’s a thunderstorm raging outside and it’s pissing rain. However, the Zelda system is curled up against me, head on my right arm, arms tucked against my torso, with my legs slung over theirs. They look so fucking peaceful. It reminds me of a conversation I had with a friend of…