Intro Post

Hiya! We are the Quartz Cluster System, a mixed-origin system currently consisting of five members. A couple members have individual blogs, but this is for the whole system to use. Members: DoodleBuglet (@doodlebuglet3447) Original & host She/ They

Dipper/DragonChild (@dipperdragonchild) Parative introject; artist + avid Malevolent fan He/ Him

Lula Resident hellspawn She/ Her

Nil System protector; possibly a demon?? He/ They

Panic Room Just a gal; still figuring herself out She/ Her

Basenji (@theweirddoginthecorner) Merge between Doodle & Nil; objectively the best system member (she def did not write this herself) Any General Info: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1JrtOiGQajLQkXuYqDv1Uk0_OoONqQ1C5yUCzZTArA2A/edit?usp=sharing Profile: Pinkie the Sparkle Princess, Lula's 'sona (drawn by Lula) Banner: Basenji (drawn by Ni) We are ENDO SAFE.

Basenji Identity scares me. The fragility of it. Like, identity literally MAKES a person, what TRULY defines what it is?

It's mostly memories I think, and OH BOY. The entirety of... YOU is riding on the back of this... abstract concept. These internal depictions of your past that can slip through the cracks as easily as they form. That can fade and distort so that they're a shell of the event that actually happened.

Identity, I think, is this... conceived notion we have of ourselves based on these faulty relics of our past. And people desperately grasp at these notions. They try to put themselves in boxes. There are SO many labels that exist to describe who someone is.

Because it's scary to not know. It's scary to think about sitting there and... not be able to describe who you are.

I dunno. This was a desperate attempt at articulating how I feel. I didn't really capture the deep-seated dread I experience when thinking about this but I tried.

I do know that the quote, "What does it mean to be human?" resonates with me on a deep level.

Basenji Had a dream that really... laid out my experiences and my thoughts for me. Well, Doodle had it, I guess; she's generally considered to be the only one who dreams but it was from my view and more "me-coded" than "her-coded." So maybe it was me? Not really sure how that works.

Either way, she and Nil were kind enough to merge so I could process it, myself and, yeah, it's pretty spot on.

I was in someone else's body-- god knows where the owner was, but I knew him-- and trying to talk to someone about a near-death experience he had.

This was HIS experience-- I was merely an observer making observations. But I couldn't talk to HIM about it. I was stuck, in his body, talking to someone else.

Why's this basically my life? Doodle has enough trauma to feed a family and I'm stuck with it whenever I exist, but I can NEVER talk to her about it. I can never talk to her PERIOD. We definitely have a relationship-- not quite platonic, definitely not romantic, not really familial just... the kind of relationship you can only have with someone whose body you borrow, who is literally a part of you.

But we can NEVER talk to each other.

Drew Fluffy as thanks

ART DUMP!!!

First two are @doodlebuglet3447’s OC’s drawn by @theweirddoginthecorner and Panic, third is Lula drawn by @dipperdadragonchild

Dipper’s is so cute tho we all think it’s amazing Lula’s probably gonna reblog like, “OMG AAAAAAHHH IT’S SO CUTE I LOVE IT SM” or smth she autismed out so hard when she saw it

Some art by @theweirddoginthecorner (Basenji) who still won’t tag for some reason

From left to right, newest headmate Panic, Basenji’s OC Foxglove, and @doodlebuglet3447’s OC Sunne

I’m throwing this here bc I’ve wanted to reference it a few times and don’t wanna lose it. My “anchor” in my earlier days was definitely the Malevolent audio drama. Literally kept me going at times. “I can’t give up today or I won’t be able to finish the podcast.” It felt really dumb until I stumbled across this. I still live it a passionate amount.

I’m also really possessive— like REALLY possessive— over my few personal belongings. I’m probably just a naturally possessive person— I don’t have exomemories but it’s not hard to imagine myself strangling one of my sisters for looking at my belongings /silly— but the sheer amount of “Don’t touch my stuff” probably comes from the idea that actually possessing something— be it physical belongings or beliefs, likes, wants, needs… is what makes me real.

I think Lula’s anchor is the color pink— I think she should read this. Her obsession with all things pink and sparkly is bot stupid and not worth being embarrassed over.

-Dipper

When you open Procreate and are completely unprepared for the weird shit your headmate’s been drawing