🪦The Nevermore Graveyard🪦

About Our System

We all have at least two names. This is so if someone has the same name as another person, we can avoid confusion

We care very little for conforming to what other people think our system should be. We make up our own roles, let people date in system, ect.

We are "traumagenic", if you want to use that word. We are very strongly anti any type of system that doesn't come from trauma, and don't think traumagenic should have to be a word at all

We often refer to the system with graveyard themed terms. Like Frequent Fronters become Frequent Grave Escapees, Alters become Ghosts, headspace becomes the graveyard or cemetery, and so on. This is just for fun! No need to participate in it

We're very fictive heavy

We are taken by our lovely partner system, and, while we are polyamorous, are not looking to date anyone else atm

Frequent Fronters

Phoenix • Chara ; He/All - Host, Gatekeeper - Ageless ; 🃏

Our most frequent fronter by far. He exists to be a reflection of what we "should" be if we were a singlet. Generally IDs with the body, and is the main person our partner system ends up dating

Dirk • Thaddeus ; He/They - Co Host, Trauma Holder - Seventeen ; 🧢

Handles tougher periods as a host. He can grit his teeth and deal with hard situations without snapping at anyone while still holding our boundaries

Kenny • Jamie ; He/She - Co Host, Emotional Stabilizer - Fourteen to Eighteen Age Slider ; 🐀

Is depressed, but like, cool with it? That's the best way I can explain it. Very "Nothing in life matters!! ☺️🌈" Vibes. She's cool though

Bro • Dirk ; He/Him - Protector - 32 ; 🗡️

Our primary protector. Fronts a lot because he has nothing better to do lol. Texan /derogatory

Our DNI

Basic DNI stuff (transphobic, homophobic, racist, ableist, ect.)

Endogenics, their supporters, or anything similar

Pro/Darkship

Anti Neopronouns or Xenogenders

We block freely and will not feel bad about it

Empty Graveyard Talks - Random posts

Ghost Scrawls - Important Posts

Read the Grave - Introduction posts

Talk to the Dead - asks

Graveyard Records - Reposts

Ghost Howling - Vents/Rants

All of this may be updated at any time

Userboxes for fun

And this is not just in reference to something like "if you don't know how to hold a spider without scaring it into biting you, don't hold it". This means sometimes animals bite, scratch, jump, whatever, without warning. If you cannot deal with the instinct to flinch and drop or shove the animal away, you should not be handling it

The other day, we were holding our cat. He's usually very chill being held and does nothing to resist, but we had just gotten a new box fan. We wanted to encourage him to go a little closer because it freaked him out, which turned out to be a little too close for him. He jumped on our shoulder and scratched the shit out of us, including through to our dermis on our collarbone

Instead of freaking out or being mad or dropping him, we got to the floor as best we could so he could hop off (we couldn't safely grab him off our shoulder and it was unstable for both of us). It was totally our fault for pushing him (he's okay now btw he was fine immediately after), and we gave him love and pets after we washed and bandaged it.

We're so tired of our partner's mother being fine with us being disabled until it affects her in any way that involves other people.

She didn't tell us until we were literally 3 minutes from getting out of the house that we couldn't bring our wheelchair because there wasn't enough room. Our partner said we could put it in the back, which is true, but we just dissociated and walked out the door and didn't bring it. We're only going in the first place because we hate literally every holiday because of trauma and don't want to be alone. She didn't even consider moving any food into the back seat or anything, just decided I couldn't bring my mobility aid.

She does this with our mental disabilities too. Once we walked out of a family meal with her family to lock ourself in the bathroom so we could have a panic attack. She proceeded to be upset with us for being difficult and rude.

We've also expressed many times that not having a proper schedule and not knowing when we're leaving is really stressful. She says she'll try, but has not ever actually made an effort to get within an hour of when she said she'll leave.

We're grateful for many things she's done for us, but we're just tired of being treated like our disabilities should be optional when it's something that might "embarrass" her. We've literally tried to kill ourself because we're in physical pain all the time and because we hate ourself and everyone else hates us because we're weird and embarrassing. But whatever.

It felt so real. All our nightmares feel real, but this one was worse. There's usually still a lot of dream logic, but there was hardly any in this one.

I was doing something completely unrelated in the dream, and I was in my room. Then, one of my cats, Gizmo, fell off the shelf attached to my desk. I was like "okay, he does that, he's fine", and then I noticed he was on the bed and walking weird. I thought he was peeing on the bed, so I went over to stop him, but he had laid down so I realized it wasn't that.

I saw something white and some blood, so I assumed he fell on something and hurt himself. I took a closer look, prepared for a piece of plastic acting like a splinter in his foot or something, but his leg was snapped almost completely off at the knee. I told my partner not to look and to get their parents.

We spent a bit getting ready to go to the vet, then I laid down with Gizmo again. I watched his blood drip onto my hand, the flow getting faster, and started freaking out more.