#the quicksilvers say

[oopsallfictives]

I am still a person even when I'm experiencing symptoms! The fact that I experience symptoms isn't dehumanizing! If I tell you about my symptoms and you decide I need to "humanize" myself that's you dehumanizing me

[mybrotherinkarkat]

Dirk: I made an AI

Roxy: you ruined a perfectly good pair of sunglasses is what you did. look at them they have anxiety

[transmanmonoma]

[Image description: the Calvin and Hobbes "change my mind" meme edited to read: tododeku is high empathy autistic/low empathy autistic solidarity you can't change my mind. End ID]

[transrobins]

🪴hello....! Just wanted to message you all to tell you that your plural tim fics on AO3 are excellent to read...! We thought it was interesting how you chose Tim specifically, as we've been examining him in a plural light lately as well (being a fictive of BTAS Annie and examing my own source's plurality will do that, heheh). But again, fantastic job on those and we simply adored your portrayal. Judging by the comments it felt like it was very informative for people not too familiar with the terminology gaining traction. Have a lovely day, and thank you for existing...!

Thank you so much!!! 💗

I'm gonna be honest, we didn't put a whole lot of thought into picking Tim lmao, we kinda started it on a whim. We wanted some positive rep in the fandom, so we figured we'd provide it ourselves. We're really happy with the response we've gotten from both other plurals and singlet allies. It really feels like we made a positive impact, even if it's a fairly small one, and that's all we wanted

At this point our DC hyperfixation has passed, so it's unlikely there'll be any more of this series, but we hope it can continue to be a source of positivity and education for folks. It means a lot to see that people are still coming across it and getting something out of it

Anyway thank you so much for the ask, it made me really happy :D

[oopsallfictives]

[Image description: screenshot of a tweet by user AhBiola, with the display name A. Tweet reads: This therapist just said "it's not that you're attracting toxic people, toxic people aren't picky, they go to everyone, you letting them stay is the issue that needs to be worked on" and this makes so much sense than that "you're broken that's why you're attracting broken people". End ID]

I don't disagree with this, but I wanna elaborate a little. Toxic and abusive people usually push the boundaries of everyone around them, and if you're really good at setting and sticking to your boundaries, they'll usually move on to someone else once they realize you're not going to give them what they want. If you struggle with boundaries, they keep pushing little by little until they get whatever it is they want. And if you've been abused in the past, boundaries are probably something you struggle with. That's not your fault, abusers fuck with your boundaries to make it easier to control you, but it can make you vulnerable.

The issue isn't that you're "letting them stay", it's that they're taking advantage of a vulnerability you have. The good news is that setting and sticking to boundaries is a skill you can learn, with or without the help of a therapist. So if this has happened to you, or you're worried about it happening in the future, developing those skills is a good way to protect yourself. But if it does happen, that doesn't mean it's your fault. I mean you wouldn't blame someone for getting stabbed just because they weren't wearing armor, right?

An interesting perspective to consider

[xxplastic-cubexx]

crusty evolution redraw. in theory.

[stinkrat-aleks]

rewatching arrested development and projecting magnet family on that garbage fire

[oopsallfictives]

Every now and then I see a post that reminds me that most non-kin have an idea of the otherkin community that's defined more by people who made fun of us than by our community itself

If you heard about otherkin through general tumblr osmosis but never made an effort to actually understand us, your mental image of otherkin is mostly likely informed by people who pretended to be otherkin to start drama with the express intent to get people to hate us. It was really common a while back for anti-kin to create blogs posing as otherkin and post absurd, ridiculous, and inflammatory things like "I'm plantkin and keeping houseplants is slavery" or "I'm dragonkin and I ate my mom's jewelry". If you actually knew anything about the community it was fairly easy to figure out that these blogs were trolls, but most of the people on tumblr at the time either didn't know enough to be able to tell, or didn't even consider that they might be fake

And the most upsetting part? It fucking worked. So many people still seem to think that those posts were genuine reflections of what being otherkin means and how we act or talk about our kin identities

[oopsallfictives]

Every system has:

Responsible one: Dave (he/him)

Chaotic bisexual: Sollux (he/she/they)

Pure cinnamon roll: Eleanor (she/her)

Sass machine: Dean (he/him)

Shit stirrer: Neito (he/him)

Sweet but will fuck you up in Mario Kart: Lily Rose (it/she)

Looks human but isn't: Oliver (it/its)

Has died at least five times: Cat (she/her)

Has absolutely 0 chill: Karkat (he/they)

Here, have another "every system has" meme!

[mybrotherinkarkat]

Tbh I'll always be annoyed that Sollux didn't get much focus in the Make Her Pay arc. Like, he was mind controlled into killing his friend, who he's implied to have been in love with. That's compelling as fuck!

I wish we'd gotten to see more of him grappling with the aftermath of all that. We know he never forgives Vriska for it, but we see very little of his emotional arc. I want to see him have a breakdown, or confide in one of his friends about it, or even confront Vriska and make her own up to what she did

Oh well, I guess that's what fanfiction is for

[transmanmonoma]

Okay but honestly I really want Bakugou to be the one who takes down AFO. It would be so fucking poetic. AFO has built himself up as this supreme villain who can only be defeated by this one very special hero, so for him to be defeated by someone he sees as a pebble in the road? The same thing Bakugou used to see Midoriya as? Poetic justice.

And also, AFO isn't Midoriya's villain. Midoriya's character arc has been intertwined with Shigaraki's, not his. They didn't even interact until AFO was possessing Shigaraki. That old man is not his problem. Plus he just had like a whole arc about how thinking of himself as the one and only person who can defeat AFO was dangerous and damaging, and how he needs to let his friends support him and take some of the burden.

Also also! It would be so narratively satisfying for Bakugou's character arc. Like, he's at this complete role reversal where now he's the one having to push through the pain of his quirk to even stand on the same battlefield. Now he's the one being seen as a pebble in the road. And he's accepting it. So now, and only now, can he be the one to take this burden off Midoriya's shoulders. And when All Might hands him the arm brace, a piece of the gear he used to stand on that battlefield without a quirk, and says "I'm sorry I can't give you more". I'm screaming. He could never have given Bakugou OFA, but he can give him AFO's ass to kick.

I'm being so normal about this, I promise.

-Oliver (it/its)

[nightsilver]

peter and kurt

[oopsallfictives]

1. I have two answers for this. The first is having a ton of headmates and/or not being able to know all of them. I feel like a lot of system stuff, especially fun stuff like ask games, has an underlying assumption that you know all your headmates well enough to have general answers, or few enough headmates for everyone who wants to answer to be able to do that. I saw one of those ask games going around recently and wanted to RB it, but the answer to 90% of the questions would've been "I honestly have no idea" or "there are way too many of us to start listing answers"

The second is being a front anchor/shell/permanently frontstuck/etc. I've been fronting for nine years and can't figure out how to stop, which has caused a lot of problems for the system as a whole, and for me specifically. It's probably one of our biggest sources of conflict (or I'm biased bc it's the conflict I'm most involved in). We've talked a little with other systems with similar experiences, so we know we're not alone in this, but it's still kinda isolating bc this is the whole context in which I exist and it's barely talked about

2. Being a psychiatric survivor, hands down. Not gonna get into details, but we were dxed with DID and abused in the guise of treatment. Because of that experience, we don't identify with disordered labels even though we've been dxed with both DID and OSDD. We also don't use medical terms like alter or part for ourselves, and get distressed if anyone else does. We don't go into disordered spaces, not just bc they're hostile to systems like us, but also because the way people tend to talk in those spaces is extremely triggering. So we're cut off from some resources because of that

It's also the reason it's so important to us to have our personhood recognized. We know what can happen when someone refuses to see headmates as people, the things they can feel justified in doing. A lot of our opinions that could be considered syscoursey are shaped by our experiences as psych survivors, and tbh a lot of stuff we see online sounds like stuff that abusive psych said to us. So the way we interact in the plural community is shaped by our psych survivorship

Also it literally reshaped our system and how it functions. What I said above, about fronting for nine years? That's because of this. I (and the other Mercurys) was created to stay in front and eliminate amnesia (didn't work, don't try it) to keep it from being used against us again. Because I significantly reduced our ability to keep memories hidden from each other, almost the entire system had to retreat into the inner world or go dormant. We call it the system reset because an almost entirely new group of headmates (none of whom knew we were plural) came into existence and were the only ones fronting for like five years. We also became heavily co-consicous and blendy, and couldn't tell we were different people even while experiencing the same thing from different perspectives. Trying to avoid future psych abuse literally reshaped our entire system

-Oliver (it/its)

System Stuff Weeklies #2

Hello and happy [insert timezone here]!

What's something about your experience of multiplicity/being a system that you don't feel like you see represented very much, or wish you got to connect about more often? (yes there is an ulterior motive to this question, which is to see if anyone answering this actually has that thing in common with another reader :P )

What's another aspect of your experience and/or identity that you feel like has a significant impact on how you experience multiplicity? (There's probably a lot, so feel free to pick just one or two this time around--I'll probably bring this question back more than once, haha)

Running on Low Brain Battery rn so we'll add our own answers in a reblog later!

[dinogoofymutated]

Please, when u have the time, more Pietro stuff 😭😭😭 ur writing for him is excellent and I need more!! Headcanons, stories, idc I just need more Quicksilver written by u.

Enemies to lovers!Quicksilver/GN!reader - pt 2

Here's part 1

It's finally here!! I'm sorry if there are any spelling mistakes. Also, I think the ending is probably the most dialogue heavy scene I've done so far, and I'm not entirely happy with it, but i wanted to post this so bad!! I might go back and edit later though. Hope you all enjoy!! TWS: Fighting, passive aggression, full on aression kinda, logan is a worried asshole big brother, Professor X watching his tragedy not quite repeat. Pietro is kinda an ass but he's a broken ass so its okay.

You and Pietro had a weird relationship. And it seemed to just spiral into even weirder territories and murkier waters. Each and every interaction tiptoed into something a little more than just enemies, and one night you think the two of you fully crossed the line. You were sure of it, and it was just the start.

    You’re finally starting to fall asleep when there’s a sudden whoosh of air and grunt of pain. It startles you, and you sit straight up in bed, leaning over to flicker on the light. When your eyes finally adjust, you see Pietro standing by the window, hunched over in clear distress.

    “Pietro? What are you doing here?” You ask, But he doesn’t respond. His suit is ripped and bloody, and various deep cuts litter his skin. You swear he’s about to pass out as he stands in front of you, swaying just a little like he did on that day at the beach. Whatever fight he had just been through, it had taken a little more out of him than that fast metabolism could heal so quickly. 

    “Are you okay?” You ask, wide-eyed at him. Pietro grimaces in a way that looks more angry than it does pained, and yet he still says nothing. Unable to deal with the idea of admitting he needs help, you assume.

    He’s sitting on your bed now, naked from the waist up as you stitch his wounds. He’s been silent the whole time, only offering a wince or grunt every now and then with particularly tender wounds. Right now you’re on your knees as you stitch up a rather deep cut on his upper side, his arms keeping his balance as he leans back on your bed.

    “Do you wanna talk about it?” You ask eventually. Pietro’s chest pulls on the stitches just a little as he huffs in annoyance, regretting the action a moment too late.

    “If I did, I would be.” He snaps. You raise an eyebrow at him as you begin a new stitch, piercing the skin perhaps a tad less cautious than you had been before.

    “Take it easy, speedster. ‘Last time I checked I was the one with the needles in my hand.” You snark. Pietro has nothing more to say to that, instead turning his head away so that he doesn’t have to look at you. It doesn’t take a genius to know he’s a bit embarrassed at this whole situation, and you feel a bit bad for him. Out of all the places he could have gone to, there had to be a reason he chose to come here. You just couldn’t tell what that reason was. 

    You’re gentle while you finish wrapping him in bandages, and he can’t seem to look you in the eyes even for a second. When you reach out to brush some dirt off of his face, he finally meets your eyes. He’s a little less guarded than he was before, but the wall between the two of you still remains. There's a quick gust of wind as he moves towards the open window, stopping just before he leaves.

    “...Thank you.” He says after a moment, looking at you from the corner of his eye. You smile at him, a warm feeling in your chest. The difference in his attitude was noticeable, and the fact that he was acting even a little less cold with you was reassuring.

    “You’re welcome.” You reply, and then he’s gone again, having closed the window behind him this time.

The difference between the two sides of Pietro you saw was so jarring. You were so used to the cocky asshole that spent all his effort in terrorizing you, not the quiet, almost angry, and guarded man that stood before you that night- and the many nights afterward.

The second time he showed up, this time woundless and simply laid on your bed to rant, you were surprised but didn’t mind it. Then it happened again, and again, and then came the board games, the nights of talking endlessly, and the midnight snacking. 

And eventually, Pietro started to climb into your bed. He never spoke a word when he did, simply pulling back the covers and pulling you close, pressing his face into the back of your neck. Nights like this were vulnerable, and tender. Quiet. He came to you in need of comfort often, and you were willing to be his safe space for as long as he wanted.

The more he came to you, hurt or angry or sad, the more concerned you became. And you were upfront about it, much to his dismay.

     “You know, I get that we’re on two different sides of things- but you know that the school’s doors are always open to those who need it, right?” You ask, late one night after he had crawled into bed by your side. You were facing him, hand curling on the pillow an inch away from his face, fighting the urge to brush his bangs away from his forehead. Immediately, he has a negative reaction to it. He scowls, recoiling away from you as he glares. You know it should hurt worse than it does, but all you can see is the hurt he's feeling right now.

    “The last thing I need is for another person to tell me what to do.” He snaps, turning his head away from you as he sits up and runs his hand through his hair, aggravated. You sit up on the bed a little further, almost wanting to reach for him, but you don’t.

    “Pietro, You know that’s not what I meant-” You say, softy.

    “Does it matter what you meant?” Pietro practically cuts you off. His tone is sharp, and it hurts you for a second. You frown at him- not that he could see it anyway, and the hurt quickly turns to aggravation on your end.

    "Yes, it does. I'm not bossing you around, I'm just telling you that the X-men- myself included- are here if you need any help." You huff, watching as he practically rolls his eyes at you and stands, looming over the bed as he turns to look at you.

    "The telling part is the problem. Everyone tells me that I could do something, but what they mean is that I should do it." He snaps. You move over to his side of the bed before standing, almost in a challenge. The two of you are now almost uncomfortably close, to the point where you’re sure if you moved an inch your noses would be touching.

    "Well, What if that's not what I’m doing but you're just reading it that way?" You say, meeting his gaze. Pietro was never one to back down from a confrontation, especially not one with you. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him quite this angry at you before, rocky past be damned.

    "So you’re saying I'm overanalyzing?" He says, and you groan at the fact that nothing you said was getting through to him, pushing the palms of your hands into the outer edge of your eye sockets. 

    "I'm saying that I'm not your dad-" 

    "And what would you know about my family?!" Pietro yells, and you’re quick to look back up at him, scowling. 

    "Don't raise your voice at me!” You snap, pushing a finger into his chest. “I know enough to know that your dad controls every aspect of what you do, and that's not fair to you." You tell him.

    "Don't pretend that you understand or care about any of that" Pietro says, grabbing ahold of your hand rather tightly. God! You did not understand why he couldn’t get it through his thick fucking skull!

    "I do care, Pietro!" The words burst out of you, almost uncontrollably. You slam your other fist into his chest, tears of frustration welling in your eyes as you look at him. His eyes are wide, looking shocked and confused. You’re beginning to lose your fight, leaning against his chest, still somewhat caught in his grip despite the fact that his hold on your hand had become light, and still, it felt confining. 

    "I may not understand why you do what you do, but I do care about you." Your words come out quieter this time, blinking away those stupid tears that had started to well. Pietro’s eyebrows are furrowed, eyes searching your own, but you don't know what for. The two of you stand there for what feels like forever for both of you speedsters, but was surely more like a split second. You’re still pressed up against his chest, faces so close they could touch.

    And then they did.

    Pietro is the first to kiss you, leaning in and quickly cupping the back of your neck with his free hand, almost in a possessive manner. Once his thoughts have finally caught up with his actions, he pulls back. He looks at you, wide-eyed at his own actions before you gently pull him back in for another kiss. It only takes a moment to click before he sighs into you, melting into the kiss. His kisses are tender, sweet presses of his lips against your own. After a few long moments, you slowly pull away from him. He rests his forehead against your own, a fond look in his eyes that you were sure you mirrored. 

From that night on, his nightly visits to you meant something more than they had in the past.

That didn’t mean that they went unnoticed by others, however, and one day you found yourself being called into the professor's study. Of course you were a little worried, but you were so sure that there was no way anyone could have noticed, right?

    Logan is standing next to the professor's desk when you enter the room, frowning with his arms crossed. Professor Xavier on the other hand sits rather calmly, inviting you to sit down. You choose to stand instead, cocking your head at them.

    “Wow. What is this, an intervention?” You joke, trying to laugh off the oddness of the situation.

    “Yup.” Logan snorts. You shoot him a confused and slightly panicked look that the professor picks up on immediately.

    “There’s no need to worry, my dear.” The professor says calmly. “We just had a few concerns about-” 

    “We know that Magneto’s brat has been sneaking into your room.” You almost flinch at Logan's accusatory tone, bristling with a sudden flash of embarrassment and then anger at him for what he calls Pietro. “I’ve been smelling his scent on you for weeks.” Logan finishes, and you’re so taken aback you don’t know what to say at first, mouth hanging open in shock.

    “Easy, Logan.” The professor says, raising an eyebrow at the furry man, but Logan isn’t listening, approaching you with a scowl on his face.

    “Have you ever heard the phrase, no fraternizing with the enemy, kid?” He continues, and the close contact has you bristling again, unwilling to back down.

    “Logan.” The professor tries again, unsuccessfully.

    “Look, the first time he came to me he was injured. I wasn’t going to turn him away.” You finally say, fists clenching as you ignore Logan before looking back at the professor instead.

    “I understand that. In fact, I’m thankful that you could be so forgiving towards Pietro, despite the past the two of you share.” The professor states, but his words hardly relieve you.

    “Then what is the problem?” You ask, exacerbated by this whole interaction already. Logan seems to be angry that you’re ignoring him but snorts at your question.

    “-The problem is that you shouldn’t be letting him in your knickers.” You gasp at Logan's accusation, and the professor looks appalled. 

    “Logan!” Professor X scolds as you struggle and scrabble for words, now both embarrassed, mortified, and rather flush in the face.

    “-Excuse you! We weren’t- we’ve never!” It’s a struggle to finally find your words, and even more embarrassing to be so caught off guard. What kind of asshole accuses someone of that out in the freaking open?! In front of your mentor no less?!

    “Sure you haven’t. That’s why your bed doesn’t smell like him.” Logan rolls his eyes, and you refrain from punching him in the face right then and there.

    “Well if your stupid nose was as good as you say it is, you would know that we haven't done anything just by the smell!”

    “Just because it hasn’t happened now-” 

    ENOUGH! Both of you! The professor silenced the argument with a single thought. Both you and Logan feel scolded, and yet still bitter about the other. You cross your arms in a bit of a defensive manner ad the two of you turn back to face the professor.

    “This was never supposed to be an argument, simply a conversation.” He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. You scoff at that, sending a pointed look in Logan’s direction.

    “Well maybe, Logan should learn to stay out of my business!” You say, only for the professor to hold his hand up for you to stop, simply hoping both you and Logan would quit continuing to dig this hole deeper and deeper.

    “I’ve heard enough.” Professor X states. “We were simply concerned about the nature of the relationship between the two of you, seeing that you have been growing closer. I know your mind, and I trust you to stay by the X-men’s side.”

    “Then what is this?” You ask, the words coming out as more of a whisper. Logan sighs, looking regretful but ever the stubborn ass. He looks at you, moving to where he can lean against the professor’s desk again.

    “... Look, Kid. we just don’t want you to get hurt. Anything between you and Pietro isn’t going to end well.” Logan says. You feel a little more understanding of him now, but only a bit, with him back to acting like he normally did. He was always an older brother figure to you, but that did not give him the right to air out your business, even if the professor could find out everything that had been happening with the barest glimpse into your mind. Still, you scowl just slightly at Logan, looking away from him. He sighs again, and with a nod from the professor, leaves the room. The professor nods you over to his side, wheeling his way towards the bookshelf with one particular photo on it. One of him and Magento in their college days.

    “You are an adult. I cannot stop you from making your own decisions.” The professor starts. You find yourself tracing the features of the young Erik, finding the image of Pietro in every part of his father's face. The professor looks at you, and all he can see is a face so similar to his own. “I too, understand what it is like to hold affection for someone so distantly aligned from you. It’s due to that understanding that I worry for you. I…” The professor trails off and you turn to look at him with a frown. You knew. You know. The two of you are so different from each other, but surely that didn’t mean you would be enemies forever? He wouldn’t hurt you in the way that Magneto had hurt the professor so many times before… would he? Professor Xavier reaches out to take your hand in both of his own, squeezing it reassuringly.

    “Just be careful, my dear.” 

    “I understand, professor.” 

[lizstiel]

🧲 dadneto babysitting services 🧲

[oopsallfictives]

#system stuff#reblogging for the great addition#yeah! our understanding of the history behind it is#originally the idea was that “proper” treatment for systems HAD to obviously end up with final fusion#so “integration” was the word for everything involved in therapy for systems (including basic stuff like communication and cooperation etc)#because it was seen as a linear process with final fusion as the inevitable result#but once the concept of healthy multiplicity started gaining traction as a fully viable alternative to fusion#then the terms started diverging bc fusion was now a distinct concept#and not automatically assumed to be a universal and/or necessary part of integration for all systems#but we could be wrong about this! definitely would love to hear if other folks have different info

Hope you don't mind me peer-reviewing your tags, but this is also our understanding of things. We've seen examples of the terms "fusion" and "integration" being used interchangeably by psychiatrists writing about DID, and even some who used other terms altogether. I think Rings System have talked about this before, so they might be able to give actual sources. I also vaguely remember it being the system community that first separated the terms in the way they're used now, but I could be wrong about that

-Rantaro (he/him)

I am begging young systems to learn the difference between integration and fusion please i beg of you im on the ground banging my fists on the floorboards with tears streaming down my face begging yall to stop and educate yourselves