Hi, i just read your entire bucky masterlist and I really liked it, dont know why you dont write anymore but i hope youre doing good <3
hi there anon iâm rlly happy to hear u like my bucky fics :) â€ïž iâve written in a post before why i donât really write anymore, but iâll use this anon to explain so ppl can see this when they check my profile :â)
1. why donât i write anymore?
when i got into moonknight, i made a post for people writing for the show, because i am diagnosed with DID and wanted to give my perspective on how to write a character with DID since i thought it would be helpful for writers who wanted to accurately portray the disorder (despite the showâs slightly inaccurate portrayal due to it being a tv show). i also talked about terminology to use blah blah blah, but the post got a lot of traction and i didnât really expect it to get that big tbh? and i did get a lot of positive feedback from some people and i was really pleased with that, but i also received a lot of negativity from it, which really weighed on me for a while. i received so many hateful anons of people sending death threats, ableism and some telling me i didnât have the disorder i had been dealing with my whole life and been diagnosed with? i pretty much stopped logging into this account after this, because it sucked A lot! this account used to be a safe space for me to write fics and now itâs not and iâve moved from here but i am really glad that people can still read the fics on this account and enjoy them and i will not be deleting any of them, this account will be kept as it is.
2. why donât i write for bucky anymore?
Tbh i lost the hyperfixation but possibly when the stars align again and iâm somehow hyperfixated on bucky again iâll write a new fic for the ppl who followed this account for bucky fics đ
tdlr, i got a lot of hate from a post that was intended to be educational and i was in a bad place mentally for a bit bc of it đ im v thankful for all the support iâve gotten though, it means the world to me and iâm happy to hear that people like my writing even though itâs kinda old now đ
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You are ew
thanks?
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steven doodles :3
context for this one jake smoked a joint and let steven front and steven thought it was marc
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hi! i really loved your oneshot for steven/marc named "loss" and i was wondering if you could perhaps, write something that's also hurt/comfort of steven grant x reader? the reader could use she/her pronouns, i don't mind.
basically the reader suffers from self-loathe due to emotionally abusive parents, often seeks validation through achievement, frequently compares themselves, immense guilt & shame for past mistakes and they just feel, undeserving or unworthy. and someday they just fall into this spiral of self hatred and steven or marc sort of reassures them.
it's alright if you don't vibe with this request, just let me know! thanks luv hope you're doing well :)
very very late but itâs here!
https://b6cky.tumblr.com/post/690441818640400384/overachiever-requested-by-anon-requestsynopsis
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overachiever
requested by anon
request/synopsis: the reader suffers from self-loathe due to emotionally abusive parents, often seeks validation through achievement, frequently compares themselves, immense guilt & shame for past mistakes and they just feel, undeserving or unworthy. and someday they just fall into this spiral of self hatred and steven or marc sort of reassures them. i'd like the reader to be in a romantic relationship with steven (and only steven).
pairing: steven grant x gn!reader (romantic), marc spector x gn!reader (platonic/acquaintanceship)
warnings: child abuse (mentioned/implied), emotional abuse (mentioned/implied), hurt/comfort, panic attack, y/n not in a great mental mindset, unhealthy coping mechanisms, reader gets triggered
moonknight taglist: @laufeyamp
authorâs notes: donât push yourself to read anything that may be triggering to you, take care of yourself before anything else <3 i hit 350 while on my hiatus thank you everyone so much :) i hope you like this!!!
likes, rbs and comments are always appreciated <3
y/n was certainly not a stranger to overworking themself and that much was obvious to those that were close to them. hell, even those that werenât - like marc.
recently y/n had been working themself to the bone at their job during the day and at home during the night. it was starting to worry steven, he obviously knew that y/n suffered with their mental health sometimes, it was a topic he often avoided speaking about with y/n. every time he would bring it up, theyâd shut down emotionally and mentally checked out of the conversation. but he was getting really worried about about them.
ây/n, loveâŠâ steven nervously fidgeted with his hands, looking at the back of y/nâs head. they were hunched over slightly, typing away at their computer, âcould we talk?â
y/n tried to play his words off, but their fingers froze on the keyboard, the phrase âcould we talk?â shot a spear of insecurity right through their chest, but they tried to get right back to work.
âwhatâs up, steven? we can talk, iâm just finishing this report for someone at work,â y/n mumbled back to him, âand i have that report to do for mike after, but i could do it tomorrow? no, iâd rather do it tonight and get it done.â
at this point, y/n wasnât even talking to steven, more to themself if anything.
âokay.. i just, i dunno, gosh how do i do this,â steven gulped taking a deep breath, oblivious to y/nâs hands that had started to shake. is he going to break up with me. was all that y/n could think in that moment, the words on their screen blurring.
ây/n, i think you need a break.. from work i mean,â steven added quickly, not wanting to accidentally break up with his partner, âyouâve been working so hard recently, and i just thought.. maybe youâd like to go for a walk, or maybe watch some telly?â
âa break?â y/nâs eyebrows furrowed together and they turned to look at steven, âfrom what? iâve been barely doing anything?â
at this point their demeanour had switched from anxious to confused and angry, not steven, but at themself.
âwhat?â steven was shocked, âbarely doing anything? have you lost your bloody mind? sorry, sorry, i didnât mean that like that, youâve just.. youâve been so busy, you need a break, just come sit with me?â
âi canât, i have to get this work done, jim, harry, kerri and lisa all expect this done by tomorrow, i canât let them down, iâm not even working as much as i should, steven!â y/n huffed, frustrated at themself and the fact they werenât doing as much as they thought they should.
âlove, would you just listen? please, just relax for a sec-â before steven could utter another word, y/nâs head snapped in his direction and they felt something inside them snap.
ârelax?!â y/n raised their voice, âi canât relax, steven! i have to get this work done, i have to keep working, i have to keep taking peopleâs work to do, i have to keep doing favours for people, i have to keep working! if i donât, iâll lose my job, people wonât like me, they wouldâve been right all along and i canât give them the satisfaction!!â
y/n didnât wait for a reply, before they went back to the chair and sat down, getting right back to work.
âyâknow, if people donât like you if youâre not doing favours for âem, they probably arenât good people,â marc leaned against the doorframe, staring at the back of y/nâs head.
âhi, marc.â y/n ignored his statement and continued to type.
âwhoâs âthemâ, you said âthey wouldâve been right all alongâ.â marc questioned, knowing steven probably wouldâve ignored their outburst and left them to work themself to death, since steven wasnât the most confrontational guy.
âthe people at work,â y/n scoffed.
âyeah, no, we both know thatâs bullshit, so are you gonna be honest with me, or are you gonna keep yelling at steven.â marc crossed his arms over his chest, his back against a wall now.
âhey, listen, i really appreciate it if you want to help, or whatever this is supposed to be, but i have work to do, i donât care if you think what i said was bullshit, but i am sorry for yelling at steven, i shouldnât have done that.â y/n sighed, turning around on the chair to look at marc.
âworking yourself to death wonât get rid of your problems.â
âyeah? well, itâs been doing a pretty damn good job, thanks.â y/n mirrored his body language, crossing their arms.
âwhoâs âthemâ?â he asked again, his tone more stern than before.
âi already told you-â
âdonât give me that bullshit, whoâs âthemâ.â
âi already told you, marc!â y/n yelled, not liking how easily that the man could see through them, despite only speaking to him very rarely.
âwhoâs. them.â he repeated slowly, but just as sternly as before. y/n froze and their eyes darted around the room quickly, almost as if checking they were still in the same place as they had been the whole evening, ây/n, you gotta tell me, whoâs th-â
âstop!! stop asking! stop asking questions! stop! i canât tell you! i canât tell you! they canât win! they canât be right!â y/n yelled, their hands wrapping around their body tightly, almost too tightly. they stared at the ground, their breath getting quicker.
ânothingâs ever good enough! iâm not good enough! iâm nothing! iâll always be nothing! i donât deserve to have a break! i donât deserve anything!â y/n yelled, their voice cracking as tears threatened to spill from their eyes.
âhey, hey, youâre safe, youâre okay,â marc rushed over to y/n and sat in front of them on the ground, âthey canât hurt you, youâre safe.â
âi know they are watching me! just laughing at how much of a pathetic disgrace i am to them!â y/nâs hands went up to their face to cover their eyes with the palms of their hands, âeveryone else is always lying to me! they are the only ones that have told me the truth!â
âyou are not a pathetic disgrace, not one bit, i want to help you, steven wants to help you, but we canât help you, if you donât talk to us, okay?â marc had his hands on y/nâs knees, not getting too close that they would freak out, but not too far that y/n would feel alone. he already had a slight idea about who âtheyâ were, but he needed to hear it.
âi- no- i canât, please- just, please just leave and let me work, iâve already lost so much time, please.â y/n begged.
ây/n, calm down, okay? iâm sorry, but working is the last thing you need right now.â
âyou donât.. you donât understand, i need to work,â y/n sobbed.
âexplain why then, just tell me why you need to work and iâll leave you alone, i just want a real reason, no lies.â marc put his hands up to show he was being truthful. y/nâs arms dropped to their lap
âmy.. no, iâm sorry- iâm not doing this.â
âtake your time, canât give me a real reason if you donât think about it first, right?â he raised an eyebrow at them and they sighed.
âmy parents, they.. they um, i have- fuck!â y/n leaned their head back to look at the ceiling contemplating whether to open up, or just continue to stare at the ceiling. it took a few minutes for y/n to speak again, but marc understood, âmy parents ⊠they um..were never good parents.â
marc hummed, trying to get them to continue.
âthey werenât even good people, i wouldnât say they abused me, because they didnât? i mean, they never hurt me⊠no.. they did, but not like.. it was- yâknow.. i deserved it,â y/n paused taking a shaky breath, unsure of what they were saying, âthey would just.. always bully me. tell me how awful i am, which fuck, i donât need someone to tell me that i already know it, i already knew it as a child! iâd be berated about every grade i got, every piece of clothing i wore, every word i fucking said! everything! everything was never good enough for them!â
ây/n..â marc spoke in a low, but calm, tone, not wanting to panic them, or stress them out more than he did already. y/n looked down from the ceiling and looked into his eyes, âi need you to listen to me, okay?â
â.. okay.â
âyour parentsâŠâ he sighed, âeverything that they did, everything they said, that was abuse.â
marcâs words hit them right in the chest.
âi canât breathe.â y/n spoke abruptly and shakily, their eyes wide with fear and begging for some kind of help.
âhey, youâre okay, youâre with me, look at me, youâre fine,â marc was knelt in front of y/n, his hands on their knees gently, not wanting to suffocate them, âokay weâre going to take some deep breaths together, iâm right here okay, youâre safe, nothing is going to happen to you.â
âokay- okay, okay i can breathe- i can-â y/nâs speech coming out a lot quicker than they would have liked. every breath they took wasnât enough. it felt as if the oxygen in the room had decreased and they were suffocating.
âokay, good now breathe with me, okay? in⊠one two three four, hold one two three four and breathe out, one two three four, that was good, youâre doing good, letâs do it again, in.. one two three four, hold one two three four and breathe out one two three four⊠okay, isnât that better and now keep doing that, but iâm going to ask you some questions and you can take as long as you want answering them, is that okay?â marc spoke firmly, yet as gently as he could. there was an unspoken sense of understanding between the two. marc had been in y/nâs one too many times to not know how to deal with a panic attack.
âthatâs.. thatâs okay..â y/nâs voice had become hoarse and scratchy, but their breathing more even and controlled.
âcan you name five things that you can see in the apartment right now?â
y/n chewed on their cheek, a nervous habit, but did their best to look around the flat they shared with steven, âyou.. uhm⊠stevenâs poetry books, uh.. the paperweight he stole from work by accident.. uhm..â
âitâs okay, take your time.â
âgus and.. the lights? is that five?â
âgood job, you did good,â marc smiled to affirm his words were genuine, âdo you need to talk?â
âprobably⊠i donât want to just.. dump stuff on you like that though, iâve really ruined your evening, huh?â y/n gave a weak laugh, trying to lighten the mood.
theyâre wrong, youâre perfectly capable of ruining the evening by yourself, marc.
âthanks steven.â
âwhatâd he say?â y/nâs lips twitched into a smile, or at least an attempt to smile at the mention of their boyfriend.
âhe said you havenât ruined anything and that iâm capable of ruining an evening by myself.â marc scoffed lightheartedly, knowing it would put a smile on their face.
âsteven⊠câmon..â y/n attempted to defend marc, but their laughter overpowered their ability to speak. marc was very easy to spot when he was fronting, a glass of whisky always nearby him and an unamused expression across his face, opposed to stevenâs meek smile.
âoh wow, both of you?â marc shook his head, but knew it was all in good nature.
âsorry, sorry,â y/n wiped their eyes and nose, âthank you, both of you.. i really canât say how grateful i am for your help.â
âyou might not be ready to talk about it, thatâs fine, but steven and i are always here to listen, no matter how much i ruin evenings.â marc joked, knowing that what y/n needed was for things to be as normal as they could. well, marc making jokes was already a foreign experience, but y/n nevertheless appreciated his effort, seeing as marc wasnât very present in y/nâs day to day life. y/n laughed again, knowing there was truth behind what he had said.
âsteven wants to front now, is that okay?â marc asked softly.
the guilt of yelling at steven rose in y/nâs chest, but they nodded, wanting to apologise to their boyfriend. y/n stayed quiet and still, allowing marc and steven to switch.
ây/n!â steven instantly wrapped his armâs around y/nâs waist holding them as tightly as he could. well, obviously not too tight.
âsteven⊠iâm so so so sorry for yelling at you, iâm so sorry,â y/n leaned down, pressing kisses against his curls.
âdarling, you donât have to apologise for anything, promise! iâm okay, see!â he leaned away , grinning widely at them, ânothing old steven here canât handle!â
âiâm still so sorry, i promise iâll never take my anger out on you again, that was unfair for me to do and i promise iâll try to not work so much.â y/n started to tear up again.
âlove, i promise iâm fine, you did nothing wrong, everyone has their moments, hell if i worked as hard as you did, iâd probably be a full blown nutter by now!â steven laughed, reaching up to wipe away the tears from y/nâs cheeks, âi truly admire you like the stars in the sky, you work so hard and i really admire that about you! but you need to give yourself a break sometimes, yeah?â
âi know, iâll try, i promise.â
âi know you will,â steven smiled, looking at y/n as if they had hung the stars in the sky and painted the moon across the canvass of indigo, âhow about.. i get you some water and you go get changed into some jammies, yeah? that sound good?â
âsounds like a plan.â y/n pressed a kiss against his forehead.
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scratches head⊠itâs been a while
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5 fav songs atm ^___^ tagged by @thewhobynumbers â€ïžâ€ïž
HIII @b6cky @niceandsleazy @mccrs
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five fav songs atm!!!
tagged by @therewillbebussy
idk who to tag!!!! >_>
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YOUR WRITING IS SO AMAZING!!! I don't know you but you seem like such a nice person, could I be added to your taglist?
ofc!!! and thank you so much :> !!!! đ«¶đ«¶đ«¶
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oh and for the hurt/comfort related to self-loathe request i sent earlier, i'd like the reader to be in a romantic relationship with steven (and only steven LMAO)
thanks!!
i loved your req!!! iâll be writing it :D and iâll reply to the anon with the link :) have a good day!! <3
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loss
synopsis: y/n was always late home, not because of work, but because she would visit her father at a care home every day without fail, it was admirable⊠but y/n gets bad news.
pairing: steven grant x fem!reader, marc spector x fem!reader (previously established relationship with steven)
warnings: death of a parent, mentions of bad relationship with parent, steven is in a relationship with y/n - marc is not, potentially hinting at abuse in the past (nothing explicitly stated), grief, hurt/comfort
authorâs note: this wonât be following the storyline of the show, but minor spoilers about marcâs life w/ his mother ! this will be sort of sad, but itâs mainly a comfort fic :)
reblogs, hearts + comments r always appreciated <3
with an exhausted huff, marc entered his, well stevenâs, apartment. it wasnât often that marc fronted during the day, steven loved his job as much as donna was a bit of a twat to him, he adored being surrounded by egyptian history, marc.. not so much. heâs stated something about the museum being a constant reminder of the god heâd had the misfortune of meeting.
marc walked past y/nâs frozen figure not paying any mind to her, grabbing something to drink from the fridge, âwould it kill you to lighten up a bit?â marc muttered, looking at y/n briefly as she sat at the small kitchen table she had bought for her and steven.
âoh, sorry, iâll ⊠iâll um put some music on,â y/n stood up, her body visibly stiff as she walked over to the bluetooth speaker sitting by the sink.
âare you alright?â marc furrowed his brows, confused at her odd behaviour. usually sheâd quip back at him, saying something like âas if youâre a joy to be aroundâ, or âwhen you give me something to smile about, iâll lighten upâ, but this time there was nothing.
âyeah, music, let me put some.. some music on,â y/n nodded to herself, barely speaking at an audible volume.
ây/n, whatâs wrong?â marc spoke softly, or as softly as he could. he wasnât really a soft person, but he tried knowing how much y/n meant to steven. she was important to steven.
âfood? you want some food? i can get something cooked up, yeah iâll only be a few minutes.. music, need some music,â y/n muttered, moving around the kitchen and opening a drawer or two, only to head back to the sink to fiddle with the bluetooth speaker.
ây/n.â he spoke up a bit louder, moving closer to her.
sheâs home early?
stevenâs concerned voice spoke up and marc looked towards the cabinets, he stared at steven in the reflection of the glass for a few moments and then looked back at y/n who was muttering to herself.
ây/n..â marc stood next to her, looking behind him at the table that had an empty wine bottle and next to it an empty glass, âdid something happen?â
y/n looked at marc and it was like she had only just noticed him, despite talking to him only seconds before.
âum..â y/n swallowed the limp in her throat and closed her eyes, âi.. um, my.. my dad.â
marcâs face softened and he realised what had happened. why steven was so confused about her being home early. at this time, y/n would have been at the care home with her father.
âmy dad, he um, he passed.â she nodded, blinking away her tears.
âhere, câmon sit down, iâll get you some water.â he put his hand on her lower back and guided her to the chair she had just been sat on.
âthanks, yeah.. some water, thank you..â y/n muttered to herself as she sat down.
âdo you.. want steven?â marc asked, placing a glass of water in front of y/n and dragging the other chair closer to her.
âi..â y/n paused, looking at the glass of water, âi donât know what i want...â
âalright.. just let me know if you want him, heâs here,â marc nodded awkwardly, unsure of how he was supposed to go about comforting the girlfriend of the man in his head.
âthanks.. âppreciate it.â y/n took the glass of water and took a few sips.
âhow did you find out?â marc asked.
âi was there⊠and, he just fell asleep, it was normal, he usually falls asleep - i guess alzheimerâs really takes it out of you, dunno, but⊠he just stopped .. breathing.â y/n explained solemnly.
âiâm sorry for your loss,â marc put his hand over herâs and squeezed it.
âitâs weird..â y/n sighed, âmy whole life, iâve just been waiting for this day, iâd pray every night as a child that he would just.. drop dead, but.. i guess i lost my real dad a while ago and .. he was different now, sick of course, but he wasnât the same man he was and i guess that hurts even more.â
marc just stared into her eyes, letting her talk, knowing that it wouldnât help for him to try comfort her and that she just needed to speak her mind.
âwe never had a good relationship. he was always up my ass for one thing or another and he drove me up the fucking walls, he was a bully, he really and truly was a bully, that is all he ever was!â y/n let out a deep breath and scrunched up her face, âi really canât believe heâs gone, this is the one thing i always wanted, so why.. does it hurt so fucking bad.â
marc looked down at her hands and thought about his mother, it wasnât something he did a lot, but he knew exactly how y/n felt, âit hurts because you never got closure.â
y/n looked up and met his eyes.
âyou never got closure for the stuff he did and said.. thatâs what hurts, he was sick and you got to know a different man, youâre mourning for the sick man who could barely remember his own name, not your father.â marc gulped, licking his lips nervously, his lips suddenly feeling too dry for him to be comfortable.
y/nâs eyes widened a bit and her eyes started to tear up, âyeah..â
âiâm sorry about what he did and what he was like, you of all people donât deserve that.â the sincerity in marcâs voice struck y/n right in the chest.
âthank you, that means a lot.. coming from you.â y/n smiled sadly, trying to blink the tears away.
âi mean it,â he smiled back, âyouâre a good person, youâre good to steven, hell, youâre good to me even if i come back at eleven at night with bloody knuckles,â he laughed, trying to at least for a moment, lighten y/nâs mood, âyou didnât deserve anything that ever happened to you.â
y/n leaned forward and wrapped her arms around marc, his body tensing up for a moment out of shock, but his arms wrapped around her tightly letting her cry on his shoulder. he rubbed his hand up and down y/nâs back soothingly, occasionally reminding her to breathe, or giving her reassurance that she was going to be okay.
the two stayed like that for a while, not that marc minded. he liked it, it was comforting for him just as much as it was for her. marc, although heâd never admit it, was a touch starved man and it was nice to know that y/n trusted him enough to let him be there for her and hold her.
marc, please let me have the body
marc reluctantly pulled away from y/n and whispered, âsteven wants the body now.â
âokay,â y/n sniffled, smiling at marc, âthank you, i owe you.â
âtry not to get snot over my shirt next time you see me,â marc smirked at her and she laughed, wiping her nose with her sleeve.
âsorry about that.â
âitâs fine, just nice to see you smile again.â
âthank you, marc.â y/n smiled softly at him and picked up the glass of water and gulped down the rest, as steven fronted.
ây/n.. love, you alright?â steven put a hand on her shoulder.
y/n turned her head to face steven and she smiled, âiâm.. a bit better, yeah, thank you.â
âletâs get you to bed, yeah? all nice and cozied up, sound good?â steven smiled back at her.
âmhm,â y/n hummed as steven put an arm around her and guided her to bed.
âgood thing youâre already in jammies, ey?â steven chuckled, helping y/n get onto the bed, âlet me get changed and iâll be just a sec.â
âokay,â y/n nodded, her voice slightly drained of any emotion, but steven didnât take it personally, he knew she was probably still in shock and grieving about her dad. steven rushed over to his dresser and changed out of the clothes marc had dressed the body in that morning, settling for a nice comfortable pair of grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt.
âso,â he started, getting into the bed next to y/n, grabbing one of her hands with both of his and holding it tightly, âdo you need anything? i can do anything you want, love, really! you name it and iâll do it.. although if you asked me to jump out a window i might hesitate a little bit.â
y/n laughed and shook her head, âsteven, if i ever ask you to jump out a window, please donât.â
âyou canât stop me! iâll do it, i will!â he laughed with her, and then stopped and looked into her eyes with a softened expression on his face, âreally love, what do you need? anything at all.â
y/n pulled him closer to her and wrapped her arms around his torso, putting her head against his chest, âyou are enough, just want you.â
âiâm all yours darling.â
âhow come you werenât fronting today? donna say something to you? i swear when i see that cow in the streets no one will be able to stop me from teaching her a lesson.â y/n muttered into his t-shirt and steven chuckled.
ânah⊠not donna, to be honest, was feelinâ a little lazy today..â he spoke softly, tracing little shapes into y/nâs back, âmarc told me if i didnât get my ass out of bed, heâd kick my ass⊠let me just tell you, getting punched by your own fist, biggest betrayal.â
y/n laughed at him, relieved that nothing bad had happened to him and that marc was just helping steven out, âfed gus for you by the way.â
âoh my days, i completely forgot about that, youâre an absolute dream.â steven let out a breath of relief.
âno problem, just glad youâre okay..â y/n mumbled, exhaustion slowly taking over her body.
âletâs get some sleep now, yeah?â steven pressed his lips against her head and squeezed her tightly in his arms.
âyeah.. night night steven.. night marc.â y/n whispered, before finally allowing herself to fall asleep.
ânight, love.â he smiled.
donât go into work tomorrow.
âyou must think iâm a bloody idiot if you think iâm going into work and not staying here with her.â steven whispered, trying not to wake up y/n, but not hesitating the shoot a glare at the mirror that marc was standing in, his arms crossed over his chest.
marc didnât say anything, but he raised his eyebrows and looked to the side.
âyou are pulling my leg right now. sod off, will ya, iâm trying to sleep here.â steven looked away from the mirror and pressed another kiss to y/nâs forehead.
iâm kidding, gânight steven⊠take care of her.
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"you look like [mothers name]!"
day ruined.
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Aw! Thanks for the follow back! Xx
no problem :D
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Hiya! Iâm planing on starting to write for Moon Knight and I was wondering if the word âaltersâ would be okay to use when referring to Marc or Steven. I know they are two different people and the only thing they have in common is the body they share, but is there any other way that would be accurate to refer to them as?
(Thank you so much for your posts on DID by the way! They are really helping me grasp a concept of what it is, what it looks like and how it effects people who have it.) :)
yes the word alters is perfectly fine! some systems use the term headmates but i think alters would probably be more widely known to people so i would use that! :)
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hi!! iâm currently adding your masterlist to my âto be readâ list and i like to make a habit of sending asks to new blogs i start to follow, i was just wondering if you have a faq/about me/etc post you can link me too? just a question, no prob if not lol just wanted to make sure i check it out if you dođ
oh thank u sm!!! i actually donât have a faq/about me yet but iâll be sure to make one soon ^0^ thank u sm !!!
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Just stfu and let people write what they want.
IS THIS BECAUSE OF THE DID POST? brother almighty get a grip im trying to help people write shit accurately.
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de nada!! đ«¶đ«¶đ«¶
to people writing for moonknight! /srs
hello! i am diagnosed with DID and have noticed a little bit of a trend with some fanfic writers, so i wanted to address it just to help people that are not educated about the disorder.
* i do also have schizophrenia and thought i should mention that for the section about the green goblin.
why is âpersonalityâ not okay to use when referring to steven, or marc?
the only thing people tend to know about DID is what it was previously known as (multiple personality disorder) this term has since been changed, due to the inaccuracy that the term âpersonalityâ has in relation to the disorder. personality is the way that you act and present yourself, to say steven and marc are personalities, or even alter egos would be inaccurate, it is not one person changing the way that they act (or changing their personality), alters in a system are different people, separate from each other, but in the same body. the term personality implies that it is one person that is consciously changing the way they act, but DID is not like that at all. the different alters can have their own personality, but they themselves are not âa personalityâ.
what can i say instead of personality?
alters is the term commonly used for the different people in systems, although there are other terms, such as headmates that some systems prefer. i personally think people should use alters when referring to steven and marc, but never personality/alter ego.
i have seen some people compare norman osborn/green goblin to steven grant and wanted to speak about that too.
norman does not have DID, iâve tried to research and all i have found that itâs said that norman suffers from a form of schizophrenia and that the formula he created worsened that schizophrenia and brought out the green goblin. i believe the green goblin in some sort of hallucination or delusion, but i couldnât find any canon evidence, besides a fandom wiki suggesting norman suffers from schizophrenia. schizophrenia and DID do have a lot of overlapping symptoms, so i understand the confusion, however they are both very different and should not be grouped together/compared. DID is a disorder that comes from childhood trauma, to say norman and steven experience the same thing would be incorrect. in normanâs case, the green goblin wasnât present during his childhood, instead came around later in life, whilst what steven experiences would have been right from childhood.
trigger warnings for DID
i have seen several people put warnings for DID and frankly i see this as unnecessary and ridiculous. i personally find it incredibly dehumanising, as this disorder already has such a bad reputation due to the representation in movies such as split. there is no warning in the show for âmentions of DIDâ, the only mention of DID the show has is in the description of the show. no one that is âtriggeredâ by DID (which they shouldnât be) would be watching the show, let alone be reading fanfiction about the show. stop putting warnings for DID on your fanfictions. itâs unnecessary and hurtful.
some extra information to help your writing
in a system, alters can have different views on people, not every single alter is going to like the same people, so keep that in mind. if there are people shipping marc and steven (although i do not ship it myself), it is not selfcest or incest at all! alters in a system can have romantic, platonic or familial relationships and it is not selfcest/incest.
my dms are open to questions, along with the comments. feel free to ask any questions and i will try my best to answer them :)
thank you for reading!
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