#autistic marc spector

[alfriis]

Marc Spector? more like Marc Spectrum

[geodaio]

first post and its moon knight stim hcs??? first post and its moon knight stim hcs.

ive literally been spinning these in my head for wayyyy too long, theyre half based on the show and half straight up just my hcs which are based on some of my own stims and i needed to share them SO:

Steven

it is literally canon that steven fiddles with his hands and sleeves, doing things like wringing his hands back and forth and just generally having a lot of little hands stims (i literally have reblogged gifs of his hand stims before)

i think he also fiddles with and runs his hands over different things, like different fabrics, to feel the texture of it (which is partially canon due to the scene in the Duat where hes running his hand over the pile of towels)

he also rubs the bottom of his sleeves and his shirts in-between his fingers to feel it! idk i just think hes a very texture stim sort of guy i think he loves feeling textures

pressure stims!!!!! he literally has this recurring motion that he does in the show where he holds his hands to his chest and i think he likes pressing down in a sort of half-hug motion to himself! i also think he sort of rubs over his heart when he does this sometimes

FIDGET TOY KING!!!! LITERALLY CANON!!!!! I think he has just more than the rubiks cube, i feel like he has other sorts of stim puzzles, maybe a fidget cube, things like that (i also think he would get really attached to those articulated stim toys that look like animals)

he would probably also make a lot of stim toys out of different objects, if you give him pretty much any object he will find a way to stim with it somehow

i feel like he definitely rocks back and forth, but it isn't very intense a lot of the time? it is more of a gentle sway, but he does it very often, especially when hes just standing still waiting for something

absolutely 100% a hand flapper, specifically up and down because he doesn't like the way that his fingers hit each other when he flaps his hands left to right

Jake

SOUND STIMS SOUND STIMS i think jake is such a sound stims guy

hes definitely big on whistling and humming, and makes a lot of little clicking and popping sounds with his mouth

he clicks his fingers a lot as well and moves his hand around while he does it so that the sound hits his ears in different ways (like a bat yknow? echolocation and all that)

loves to crack his knuckles for the sound and the feel, but has to shake his hands out a bit afterwards usually because they feel weird sometimes

he definitely has a stim where he taps the backs of his one hand with his other hand when hes wearing his gloves, because he loves the sound that his gloves make tapping against each other

he used to have a stim where he would drag his toe across the ground in shoes to make his leg bounce but then he would have to buy new shoes cause the toes would wear out so he does it less now

instead he rubs his shoes, specifically the toes, back and forth on the ground, specifically if hes sitting down and happens to have both of his feet on the floor

CHEWS ON FUCKING EVERYTHING if it can be chewed on, even if it shouldnt be chewed on, i guarentee he is chewing on it. i mean pencils i mean pencaps i mean zipper pulls i mean Anything-

he usually tries to have something edible to chew on at all times with him, usually some sort of hard candy, and he also has a chewing necklace that he wears a lot at the flat, and sometimes under his jacket if he feels like he'll need it when hes out and about

Marc

i feel like marc has a lot more subtle stims (hello masking!), unless hes around people he trusts

he definitely has a chewing stim, but specifically softer things like fabric and soft chewing necklaces

he bites on the edges of his sleeves when he is at the flat, specifically when he is thinking, or blankets and pillows if hes overwhelmed

if he not at the flat he usually just grinds his teeth if he has the need to chew on something, he constantly has jaw aches because of it

he rubs his hands and his knuckles over his thighs a lot and taps his fingers on his legs

i definitely think he clenches his fists over and over again before stretching his hands out like he wants to flap his hands but is too tense, especially in public

when he starts to unmask more he definitely does a lot of hand flapping mixed in with gesturing as he talks

he also cracks his knuckles and his wrists out repeatedly both for the sound and the feeling of it, he does it a lot when hes out of the flat

he also has a stim where he rolls his shoulders back and stretches out his neck? he isn't quite sure if it really is a stim but he does it for the same reasons that he does all of his other stims so it counts

i also think he rocks up onto the balls of his feet a lot and back down, mixed with a bit of rocking? this feels like one that he only really does when hes comfortable with who hes with

JUMPING!!!!!! THIS IS LITERALLY CANON!!!! he jumps up and down and tucks his legs up when he does to get more height and i think that he does it when hes really excited about something

[purplehalnw]

What I really hope for season 2 of Moon Knight is that they at least mention that the system is autistic.

Bc like most viewers are not gonna know that a character is autistic unless its explicitly stated in the show and in most shows when they do explicitly state it its portrayed badly/stereotypically. So it would be really great if they did mention it so everyone can know that this is an actually good example of what autism can look like.

Maybe since Marc and Steven are going to try to live normal lives now maybe they could do it through a therapy session or smth. I kinda doubt that it'll happen since the autism was just a thing that Oscar Issac added in himself and not the writers. But it would be so great if they did and they had Marc and Steven talk about how Marc masks so much.

[trickster-jpeg]

Can’t You See That You’re Lost Without Me?

Summary: Snippet from the system's childhood. They were around seven years old when their mum left them on the side of the road one day. The whole thing must’ve only lasted with them chasing after the car for no longer than a few minutes, but it still stuck with them.

Warnings: I mean just major warning for child. The whole thing is triggered by them having a meltdown because they're overstimulated, so obviously Wendy's not gonna react with compassion or sympathy.

Word Count: 1123 It's On AO3 -> Here

They were around seven years old when their mum left them on the side of the road one day. The whole thing must’ve only lasted with them chasing after the car for no longer than a few minutes, but it still stuck with them.

They couldn’t remember the circumstances properly, the best that they could work out was that they’d been walking around shopping with their mum all day. From what they can remember, they didn’t think the day had even been that bad in all honesty. Their mum had even bought them a small stuffed teddy from a garden centre. A soft grey elephant that they’d fallen in love with upon sight.

They didn’t remember anything else until they were seated in the car, utterly exhausted as well as both hungry and thirsty. This combined with their legs aching after having done so much movement without break was really the perfect recipe for overstimulation and a meltdown. Neither of which was a fun experience to say the least. So when their mother said that they were going to stop off at and walk around another shop, the lump that had been growing in their throat suddenly swelled further.

Their sandpaper mouth and the hunger-pained knot in their stomach became apparent as they tried to soothe it by swallowing what little saliva they had in their mouth. A wave of frustration washed over them as they were suddenly aware of how drained they had become from the day’s events. Burning tears welled up in their eyes as they failed to verbalise their needs, not knowing how to formulate the words to tell their mother that they physically couldn’t will themself to use up anymore of the energy they didn’t have. Too exasperated to think properly, they kicked their feet out at the dashboard, their shoe colliding against it with a heavy clatter. In irritation, they violently shook their head in an attempt to convey what they were trying to tell her.

“NO!”

It was such a stupid thing to be pushed over the edge by, so ordinary. They knew now that they couldn’t help it, that meltdowns and overstimulation were just things they had to be careful of and at worst all they could do was try to minimise the damage. But at the time, they hadn’t known any better. Didn’t have the reassurance or the vocabulary to explain their behaviour. They had simply just been labelled a problem and told that they had to grow up. To learn how to act their age.

They couldn’t remember how it suddenly got worse. How it reached the point it did. All they knew was that it suddenly jumped to their mother pulling over on the side of the road and shouting at them to get out. They could remember the fear that coursed through them as they continued to kick the dash, desperately trying to get their words out to apologise and explain. But they couldn’t.

She reached over to harshly unbuckle their seatbelt. She angrily grabbed the handle and all but threw the door open, all while ordering them to get out of the car. Their breathing was heavy as the tears streamed from their eyes, their throat closing even tighter the more they made attempts at spitting their excuses out for her to hear. Not that she would’ve listened. She just kept shouting.

And then suddenly they were outside of the car. They couldn’t tell whether they’d voluntarily exited the vehicle with the terror of their mother’s fury acting as a catalyst, or whether she’d done something to push them out. All they knew is that the next moment in the sequence of events was that they were watching her reach over the now empty passenger seat and slam the door shut. All they knew was that they had been stood on the roadside as they watched in horror as the car began to speed away from them.

It took a moment for their brain to send the signals to their legs because they remember the shock as they tried to process what was happening at that moment in time. The disbelief as they stood on the patchy, dying grass and blinked the tears out of their eyes. Full body tremors rippling throughout their body like a beacon as the dirt kicked up on the road from where the car had been stationary not moments ago. Then they were clutching their new elephant friend in their hand desperate to not leave it behind and running after the vehicle as fast as their short legs could take them.

They know that they had screamed after her, begging for her to stop driving away from them. Breaths catching in their chest as they pushed themselves even further past the physical exertion they had been suffering as they wailed for her to come back. Their legs erupted with searing pain as their muscles consumed energy reserves they didn’t have. They howled with dread as they begged for her to stop and listen to their apologies. That they’d do whatever she wanted if only she’d let them back into the car.

They remember she stopped eventually. It must’ve felt longer in the moment as a child, because looking back on it she probably hadn’t driven that far away from them. She’d pulled up onto the side of the road again and as they sprinted to the door, they could still feel the way she’d stared at them as though she was looking into their very soul. Her piercing and uncaring gaze judging every fibre of them. They felt sick as they remembered the apologies that spilled from their lips like a tsunami. The trepidation as they felt the pressure to convince her to let them back into the car. To not leave them to find their way back home on their own.

Eventually, she muttered under her breath begrudgingly before reaching over and just barely popping the door open. They could still see the way they’d lunged to tug at the door, their body all but diving into the car seat as they thanked her for her patience. As they felt the relief at how ‘kind’ she had been letting them back into the vehicle and for putting up with their awful behaviour.

They didn’t remember anything else from that day. They didn’t try to. Why would they when they didn’t even want to know anymore about it? They just wanted to collect what they could to eventually try and bury it in the earth next to their mother and never visit the cemetery full of similar events that they had created. They didn’t bother marking its grave. It didn’t deserve the recognition of a headstone.

[spooksier]

me when the emotionally repressed character is revealed to have had something happen in their childhood that was completely out of their control but changed them in a way they can never come back from

[jayke0]

Steven doesn't mask a lot. Although i bet he worries about certain social interactions, that man wears his heart on his sleeve and is happy to just stim with/info dump on anyone who will let him (it's me, I'm anyone.)

Marc, on the other hand, is constantly masking. He's always worried about how he comes off in situations and if he was too rude or blunt, he probably even rehearses conversations and thinks about what he did wrong when he gets home.

[autismsupermusicalassassin]

I love the mcu Moonknight not only because how they deal With DID better than the glass movies (that paints a person who has DID in a very bad light) but also making Steven Grant have a repsention on the spectrum (because I’m on the average level of the spectrum that knows right and wrong) because how smart and passionate he is about Egyptian stuff and how he has a nightly routine as most people on this spectrum have and I also love the fact that they change Steven Grant profession for the series to a realistic job as a gift shopist because of representation on people with disabilities and disorders that have jobs. I like to Marc when gotten older created Steven social skills and personality to have autistic traits and not to mention in a interview with Oscar that he said that he felt that Steven is on the spectrum which i can literally see that, from what acting direction they took and script writers for the MCU show has did so that’s why I love Oscar isaac’s portrayal of the alter Steven Grant

[dameronalone]

hello people does anyone have any fic recs for moon knight (tv) that are focused on canon dynamics, especially jake centric and his relationship with Marc and Steven (and khonshu), that aren't ableist or treat him as the "violent, evil alter," or any (post)canon ones focusing on Marc and laylas relationship that don't end with them splitting up or.. is all of this too much to ask akadhakfks

[reddedcherub]

lonely is a man without love 🌙🐊

[the-force-awakens]

poe and marc's meltdowns (the last jedi/summon the suit)

[oddballwriter]

Hiii! Me and my friends just got sucked into the hyperfixation that is moon knight and it’s lovely boys. I was hoping you could write some head canons for an anxious reader X all of them or an autistic reader and all of them. I would really appreciate it! Ngl i need Steven to comfort me when I’m overwhelmed in a crowd bc of my autism. Thank you in advance! ❤️

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Warnings: talks of reader being overstimulated and overwhelmed due to a situation. References to Marc's past. 

Author’s Snip: I sort of mixed both together. I don't know if this is good. I hope it is. I just felt like it would be nice to write about them helping reader through being overstimulated since I'm also autistic and have issues with getting overwhelmed in certain scenarios and situations.

Notes: To me, in my brain, I headcanon the boys are also autistic and are just the different archetypes and personalities amongst the community. No one come for me though, I just see a lot of myself in the boys individually as an autistic person. 

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

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Steven Grant

He perfectly understands, he has issues with larger crowds too if he's not ready to be thrown in that type of environment

Steven sometimes takes a moment to recognize signs that you're overstimulated by a situation or overwhelmed, but he doesn't take that long

He'll notice that something is up pretty quickly and ask "What's the matter?" to which it hits him the moment he's finished his sentence and says a little "Oh." and gets straight to calming you down or leading you away from where you are

I also have autism and when I experience anxiousness and overstimulation or overwhelmed I go nonverbal or have an issue speaking

If that happens with you Steven also understands and just gently moves you around to see which places get rid of what's causing you trouble

He'd never get annoyed by you for being either of those three things. He knows that being upset with you won't help you calm down at all. If anything it's just going to do the opposite

"Take as long as you need, love"

Steven's had his fair share of panic attacks and situations that rattled him, so he guides you through controlled breathing and rubbing your back if you're okay with being touched at that moment

Marc Spector

Marc isn't the best at handling or calming down an anxious or upset person

He's never been properly comforted before whenever he was upset the most he does is just drop whatever is happening and just ignoring it/sitting it out but not fully trying to relax, or he was upset so much that it made Steven or Jake front

Marc does do his best though

He knows what commonly helps but he's never actually had to stop and think of a way to stop it in greater detail

Marc understands that one thing that you should never do is get angry or annoyed with a person who's overwhelmed and upset because he knows what that's like and doesn't want to inflict that onto you

He finds a silent corner or space to sit at

"Let's just stay here for a minute or two. However, long you need."

Marc has you look at him and assures you "You're okay. You're fine. Just keep your eyes on me and breath."

Once you've calmed down he asks if you want to continue with what you were previously doing or head off and do something else

Jake Lockley

Jake can sense the slightest micro expression

So he knows right off the bat that a situation is making you overwhelmed or stressing you out

Which is great, but Jake is used to handling things with his fists or a weapon. So needless to say he needs to shift gears and get out of that instinct and bring you back down

I'm not saying he can't do that, I'm just saying that he needs to actually think for a moment

Similar to Steven, he leads you around to hopefully find a space that removes what's bothering you

He guides you through controlling your breathing and having you focus on something else

To which he watches you carefully till you've returned back to being calm and regulated

If you want, or need, to go back into that situation, and he's able to, Jake will hold your hand or have his hand somewhere on you to keep you grounded

[360iris]

Marc makes me so giggly??? In a way?? Like I know he’s grumpy or mr. frowny-brows more times than not but there’s something so safe about him to me

Like when you matter to him, even if he lets his fears influence his actions, you’re in his heart forever and something about that just makes me feel safe with even the idea of him.

​I think about holding his hand, how he’d fidget and fiddle with the tips of your fingers when he’s mulling something over mentally (because Marc really needs the time to take things in and figure out his next move).

How softly he’d look at you when he thinks you’re not paying attention. Eyes wide like he wants to soak every detail and beauty in. A little upward tilt in his brows like he still can’t believe he was given such a blessing.

Or how sweet he’d be angling his head down as you’re cradling his cheeks in your hands, he’d rub the curves of your hips and your sides just to feel you. Picking and pulling at the hem of your shirt or sweater, and that’s how you really know he feels safe with you because he does it as a way to stim (whether he realizes it or not)

Marc would also be a great cuddler! Resting your head against his shoulder???? He’s warm and there’s a lot of chest space to sink in against! Meanwhile his hands are resting on your thigh, he’s just flexing and unflexing his fingers or petting in a soothing, repetitive motion!!!

[traveller-of-the-knight]

I accidentally made the moon boys have adhd in "Only a Paper Moon" because I thought that's how normal people think but turns out I have adhd too.

Have a nice day and comment if you want to be tagged in chapter one the prologue is out here

[mooonbae]

[ my favorite neurodivergent coded characters 46/♾️ ]

[trickster-jpeg]

Cracked At The Line In The Air, I feel safe.

Summary: Steven accidentally breaks his childhood teddy and it triggers a meltdown.

Warnings: Steven hits himself as a stim during his meltdown. Not sure of that warrants a warning but just in case.

Word Count: 1607 It's On AO3 -> Here

A/N: 'Ricitos' is just a term of endearment (usually for a partner, up to you how you interpret it) that means curly hair/small curls.

It’s broken. It’s broken. Oh my god, it’s broken.

Steven was laying in bed. It was the middle of the night and he was just settling down to sleep. It had been a good day. Nothing bad had happened, he’d been rather at ease, enjoying going about his day with minimal interference. He’d rolled over to lay down on his side and seen his childhood teddy tipped over, having fallen onto the floor. It was a fuzzy small elephant called Nellie. The stuffing distributed unevenly and one of the ears slightly worse for wear than the other due to constant chewing as a child, but it was still whole. It had small black beads for eyes, a stubby little trunk, and two tiny white mounds either side of its face for tusks. Not wanting her to be lonely, because he still had a tendency to anthropomorphize things, he went to pick her up and place her back on her spot on the bed.

Despite having had it for decades, it was still in relatively solid condition. He’d put effort into maintaining its state and was rather chuffed with himself at having had her for so long with minimal incidents. Which is why it was all the more heartbreaking when one of the seams on its neck had stuck out and gotten caught in the floorboards. He had no idea how, but it did, and when he grabbed her to pull her upwards it started to tug. Something he had realised far too late to stop it from happening.

The seam had stayed wedged firmly in the crack and as soon as the force of pulling the toy was applied, it started to unravel. In an instant, the body started to separate from the head, the old stuffing starting to tip and pile out onto the floor beneath itself. The stitches snapped as the neck stayed stuck to the ground, disconnecting from the main body and tugging a front arm off along with it.

His brain stopped dead in its tracks, physically incapable of processing what had just happened. It was almost as if time had slowed as Steven watched the events unfold in absolute horror. He froze instantly, eyes bulging as his mouth hung open with shock. A tremble immediately started to zap through his hand as his fingers loosened from a firm clasp around the worn but soft body of the toy, to a lax and limp claw that was just barely holding it. It was only as it tumbled out of his grip to lay with the rest of itself, surrounded by the stuffing that was once inside, that Steven lunged at the broken object, his heart pounding out of his chest as he frantically tried to gather all of the pieces together in his arms.

“No. No, no, no, no- NO- NO!”

His lungs constricted as his breathing instantly got caught, fractured breaths intermingling with the rising nausea and swirled around like the ocean in a storm. Broken sounding words flooded from his mouth as he stuttered to get them out in a desperate attempt to relieve some of the crushing pressure growing like a lump in his throat. They got muddled and stuck, his tongue getting in the way as he tried to stammer anything new, but was unable to get them out in a way that felt right. His mouth quickly flooded with the crimson metallic taste of blood as he bit down on his cheek, his jaw crunching down in a moment of shock as he tried to process what just happened.

Fat globules of tears poured down his face as he desperately willed the pieces to form back together, to undo it all and fix itself. His breaths heaved as he continued to work himself up, bawling harder and harder as he grasped the pieces impossibly closer to him. The sudden heartbreak was painful, physically painful and even more so psychologically. He felt the disparaging familiarity of dissociation grip him, his brain disconnecting from his body as he started to heave strangled sobs, whimpering pleas for the elephant to be okay. For his Nellie to be all better again.

He couldn’t lose her, she’d been there for him since he was a kid. She was the only thing that could calm him down when things got too bad, something not even his headmates could fully manage to do. Meltdowns, flashbacks, nightmares, panic attacks. Even just giving him something to cry into when a character he liked in a film died, or just something to fall asleep with when he needed to. He didn’t care that people might see it as childish, after everything the system had been through when they were supposed to have been a child, he thought they should almost be owed it to make up for lost time. But Nellie was something from his childhood. Their childhood. Which is why it was all the more painful that she was now broken apart and torn in his arms.

Gradually, he felt his body begin to rock back and forwards, his breathing trying to match the motions frantically at the sudden awareness he really wasn’t breathing right. How could he have been so careless? How stupid could he have been to just destroy one of his most treasured items? One of the only truly, wholly good things they had from their parents, from their little brother, and he’d gone and broken it. Bringing the main body of the teddy to his face, he pressed it against his skin and started to muffle his cries, the pain steadily shifting into a burning anger. Anger that he could blame no one for but himself.

His brows furrowed in irritation as a swelling burning flashed in his chest, his grip tightened around the material painfully as the rage towards himself grew. The feeling began to burst through his limbs as he clenched his jaw almost painfully, grinding his teeth in annoyance as tears kept trickling down his face. Through huffed breaths, a guttural rumble rose in his oesophagus and tore up his throat in a furious roar.

“FUCK! HOW COULD I BE SO FUCKING STUPID? WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME? FUCKING STUPID- USELESS- WORTHLESS FUCKING- FUCK-”

In an instant, he raised his arms up with fists balled and started to bash them against the side of his head. The motion was repetitive and a bit painful, but soothing in a way. He carried on letting random, frustrated words and whines fumble out of his lips as his body took over. Tears and snot dripped down his face as he continued to hit his temples, sobbing in bitterness as a crash of self-hatred pooled in his chest. Briefly, he thought he heard someone speaking to him but he couldn’t figure out what they were saying.

There was a new resistance in his arms, something that pulled them back and made them feel not quite right. That made him almost struggle to do the thing that was soothing him. That was helping. Made it feel like it wasn’t helping. Like it was almost worse. He didn’t like it, it felt restraining. So instead moved them away and sat on his hands, trying to mitigate the uncomfortable feeling that stopped them with pressure. Continued to rock back and forth, to make the noises that climbed up his throat.

“Steven. It’s going to be okay. We can fix it. It’s alright.”

He shook his head disparagingly at the words, too overwhelmed to be able to form anything comprehensible. His legs bounced rhythmically as he tried to convey what he wanted to say, tried desperately to grasp at words and throw them out in a way that made sense. That helped him explain that it wasn’t alright and that it couldn’t be fixed. That he couldn’t fix it and it was too late for anything to be saved. But in some way he felt as though the speaker understood his thoughts regardless of whether or not they were spoken, and the gravelled voice spoke again. Accompanied by someone else.

“It might not feel like it, but this’ll pass and we can stitch her up. She’ll be fine, it was an accident, Steven. You’re not stupid or useless, it was a mistake.”

“He’s right, ricitos. We can fix our fluffy friend. Maybe even get her some new stuffing and fill it out properly again.”

As the voices spoke, they projected feelings of warmth. There was a contrast between their comfort and the gradual dimming of the burning that had been exploding in his chest. Whatever it was, it was nice. It was kind. Caring. And they said they could fix it. They could fix Nellie. He just needed to try and calm down so that they could. Gently, he felt himself move off of sitting on his hands. Felt them start to lift and snake up to wrap around him and hold him in a way that felt good. That felt safe. Protected. It felt like he could just let go.

He didn’t want to feel this way anymore. Didn’t want to feel any of it. And somehow he knew they would be able to help him stop feeling that way. They’d be able to fix it for him, they could fix Nellie. Stop him from causing more damage to their belongings and their body. He didn’t mean for it to happen, he never meant to hurt them, never meant to hurt himself. But he just couldn’t help it. So, that’s what he did. He let the pair take his place, and went into the back.

[howaboutcastiel]

How am I supposed to lay on Marc’s chest like his own personal weighted blanket when I am also autistic and also want Marc to lay on my chest as my own personal weighted blanket

How do we both become a weighted blanket at once