Version 2 of our pinned post as I dislike old one (sorry)
Hello, we are the Horrors of Nightmares, we are a traumagenic system.
This is our main account which at this moment has no side blogs on it.
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Some information about us-
You can refer to us collectively as Horror, Nightmare, or Heretic.
He/Zim collectively -> Trans Male, Gay, Asexual, polyplatonic
We will block anyone for any sort of reason. Even small things.
Moots can tag and DM us, and only they can.
We are a introject heavy system.
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Links to important posts and whatnot
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Fandoms we are in-
Marvel, DC, Dandy's World, Deltarune, Undertale, Five Nights at Freddys, Project Hail Mary, Gachiakuta, Monster High, Caseoh, Gravity Falls, Cookie Run, Genshin Impact, Hetalia, Graystillplays, Animal Hospital, Forsaken, Subnautica, Hades, Madoka Magica, God of War, Call of Duty, The Labyrinth, Percy Jackson, Cult of the Lamb, Apothecary Diaries, Gods and Warriors, Arkham Knight, Pokemon, The Lost Boys, Hamilton, One Piece, CountryHumans, Firewatch, Welcome Home, Scream, The Boy, House of Wax
There may be more, but feel free to talk to me about any of these!
The fandoms I interact with most (because no I don't interact with all of them)
Marvel (big on this one!), DC, Undertale, Deltarune, and Call of Duty.
(You are more likely to see me talk about these ones)
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🐦🔥╰Name﹞Ga Ming
╰Age﹞17
🐦🔥╰Pronouns﹞He/They
╰Gender/Orient﹞Masc
🐦🔥╰Terms﹞Male
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╰Role﹞Antidepressent
❤️🔥╰Alter type﹞Fictive
╰Source﹞Genshin Impact
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🎴┊Boundaries
⚔️╰Yes﹞Talking to me, talking about our source, trying to be friends!
╰Ask﹞ Making Nicknames
⚔️╰No﹞ Flirting, using your personal headcanons on us (like calling me gay even before we meet it happened earlier and weirded me out..)
content warning: dissociation/depersonalization, memory issues, existential thoughts, identity stuff, and just spilling our brains out
note: we're ok, this was just some emotional processing work that happened over a period of time.
do you wish to continue?
so often i fall asleep, not knowing when I'll wake up again. what I'll do the next morning, what clothes I'll wear, who I'll talk to, what I'll eat, what I'll think about, how I'll think, what I'll remember about my life.
every day is another day that will be forgotten to the different colored eyes that wake up to see the sunrise.
every night i hold on until my body collapses. until my body screams for me to close my eyes. i live one day and die the next, the only thing remaining being the structure of the neurons in this body's head.
how they're patterned, how they act, what they know, what they don't.
the storing of consciousness from day to day is not on their agenda.
i sort through piles of papers full of what remains of the lost hours, days, months, years, in hope to somehow piece back together a makeshift version of my past self. a complete identity. a whole person who knows how they felt a day ago. knows what they did a week ago. knows who they are and who they were.
every day i treat as my last. i try to squeeze every drop of meaning, of activity, anything i wish to do out of such a short period of time in the grand scheme of things.
at least i wish i did.
most of the time i lay around, feeling paralyzed. not knowing how to take another step after my last. it feels useless.
what point is there to a life that ends as quick as it began? what point is there to a single cell in a body that dies so soon?
what meaning is there to a life that time has no mercy towards?
what purpose do i have when every time i wake up i have to build myself from scraps once again?
overtime I've gotten sick of this. the meaninglessness. how quickly a day burns. how many have been forgotten never to be known again?
how many days in my life will i never know what even happened?
all the good things, all the bad things?
all the things i created, all the things i did? all the things i regretted, all the things i enjoyed?
everything is gone.
that's the way i see it.
when your life is nothing but scraps, a brick building that is demolished every single day, and the hours i spend trying to rebuild such a monolith.
it's pointless.
some days i give up and live with the hollow feeling, the empty void in my head, the desire to be complete. i live with the pain, or ignore it.
recently I've forgotten how to communicate with others. why i even talk to my friends I've known for over five years. everyone in my life seems to be getting more and more distant.
it makes me wonder how long it will take until i forget myself all together. when i will forget the names of the people i know. where i am. when will any scraps i have left disappear? when will i start to not recognize the person i see in the mirror? when will the drawings and the writings, the documentation, not be enough? when will i slowly be withered away into nothing more than a mindless treader of the earth?
-Kito 8/2/2026 16:26
{the next day, quite early, by someone who doesn't know who they are}
i find it harder and harder each day to care for the people i want to love.
it's like my mind treats them like they don't matter when they do to me
it's terrifying how hopeless i feel when someone ive known for years is crying and something in my head thinks that they have no meaning to me. i desperately want to be there for them, but im gradually losing the words and the ability to do so.
it is so painful.
it is agonizing.
it makes me ashamed of myself.
-8/3/2026 4am something
{a few hours later, my thoughts after reading this}
For quite some time our retention of self used to be around three to four days. Not one day is gone and another is added, no, four days, erase, rinse and repeat. Slowly but surely throughout these past couple months, it's been getting shorter and shorter. I'm lucky if I can retain the memories of yesterday now.
Conversations, emotions, identity, memories… lost to time.
I just want to be whole again.
If we were ever whole in the first place.
I don't want this. I never wanted this. I never asked for this.
I just want to live, not survive.
To have hope for tomorrow, not fear it.
For my existence to be a stable part of my life.
-Amber
8/3/2026 10:35
I don't know, personally it feels like an overstatement. Sure, we can't remember 90% of our life, but it's not like that's a big deal. A lot of what we can remember comes in waves, especially older information. Sometimes it seems like its completely random, other times there's a direct recall trigger. A lot of what we know may still be there, but we lack the ability to recall it. Such a pity, hopeless creature.
Perhaps much of recently is lost to time. Our brain doesn't seem to care what is valuable to us. It chooses for us. Given that sentence implies there is a choice to it at all, it is not a good descriptor. An involuntary brain process. Shaped to behave such a way throughout our life. -🌸I do worry quite often, with how distressing the whole ordeal seems to be to you, dears. There isn't much I can do, unfortunately. It sickens me how little say so many of us have in the situation. I think it would be best not to ruminate on it right now. For your sake and mine.
Goodbye for now. -🦘
Whoever or however our memories structure formed, it formed so smartly. Like...
-factual memory is op
-episodic memory is barely alive
-lacks confirmation of truth of pretty much anything
so we can't confirm if the memories we have are real or not, and we overuse the internet to make sure we know facts. it's wonderful, isn't it?
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I love when we have names for the others because most of us refer to them as others, Fresh calls us broskis, Wally calls us neighbors and I think thats it? I think there was someone who called us swear words unsure who nor do i care
Welcome to my kitchen (/ref), we are a plural system of around 30+ known and confirmed that only discovered our plurality in the past few months
Collectively, for now we’re remaining generally anonymous outside our emoji and color codes, although we’re still working through final “associated colors” (we’ll be sure to clarify), and only use system roles loosely
Bodily Adult (mid 20’s), he/they
⛓️ - Host role, brain made, he/they
🧿 - Cohost, brain made, he/him
🥀 - Persecutor(?) and likely memory holder, brain made, they/he
🍒 - Anger holder, persecutor and prosecutor, fictive, she/her
👾 - Depression holder, fictive, he/him
🎧 - Depression holder (likely), fictive, he/him
💜 - Unsure, formed as a direct mirror to someone else, fictive, she/her
🌀 - Likely simply a stress split, fictive, she/they
Feel free to ask questions, interact or reblog! We don’t consider anything off the table as of now, but prefer not to interact with irrelevant discourse. If you recognize a fictive as their source, please pay attention to the tags for whether they’re comfortable with fandom tags on any reblogs
More will be added as they appear to respect anyone who would rather not be posted
This blog is going to be mostly about plurality and our experiences with it! Endos are welcome! We accept every system of every origin.
We aren’t always sure who’s fronting, so some posts might not have names to go along with them. We don’t have much else to say, so we hope you have an awesome day!!- Evi
