Darcyverse’s Epistolary Event Roundup Post!

September has ended and so has the Darcyverse Discord Epistolary event! Thank you for everyone who participated - here are the fabulous fics that even more fabulous authors posted! 

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Letters to Becca by cupofnoobles

I Just Want Your Texts in the Morning by Dresupi, thestanceyg

Homesick At Space Camp by myracingthoughts

Dear Ms. Lewis by Fraulein

Texts After 2 by VisiblePetrichor

Tony, Get the Memo by Meilan_Firaga

Dear Cap by Artemis_Day

One Little Post-It-Note by keznik

Locker Notes by keznik

Bucky Barnes, Cat Dad by AnnieMar

Mark My Words by amidtheflowers

George Floyd and the Dominos of Racial Injustice

Auditory Processing Problems

• *someone says something* “what?” *repeats themselves* “sorry?” *repeats themselves again* “pardon?”

•"hey, y'see the red thing at the top of the shelf, will you get it?“ “Sorry, what?” “On the sh-” “oh yeah sure, I’ll get it.”

•*doesn’t hear teacher because someone’s pen is making a scratchy sound at the back of the room*

•*replays video 10 ten times to figure out what they’re saying*

•teachers asking, “why do you always stop writing in the middle of a sentence, just write down whatever I’m saying,” followed by the response, “I’m just processing it,” rebuked by, “we’ll stop processing it and just write.”

•*gets really focused on staring out the window and goes through four songs without hearing a single on*

someone is whispering to their friends in the library, you don’t even know who this person is but you know their major, what state they grew up in, and their hobbies during high school. you just wanted to find a quiet spot to do your chemistry homework.

wanting to chime in on other people’s conversations all the time, but don’t, because you’re not suppose to be “listening” to them.

being the only person in the house that can hear that awful buzzing sound certain electronics make

hiding in your room because everything is too loud. 

motorcycles were invented by satan

being told that you have dog-like hearing by friends and family

being yelled at for “not listening” by friends and family. 

God. God. God. God.

This entire post is so fucking relatable it hurts

“You just need to learn to tune it out.”

Forgetting how to think because ambient noise is drowning out your internal monologue. 

“No, I don’t need the volume up, I’d just really like to put on subtitles. No, I don’t need to move closer, I just…”

Leaving the room whenever someone starts talking on the phone. 

Pausing your video whenever someone starts talking but trying really really hard not to seem passive aggressive about it. 

Struggling to explain why this one sound is the most horrible thing in the world while other very similar sounds are fine. 

you’re trying to listen to what some very important person is trying to say, but you can only focus on the conversations of the ppl around you

sitting in a restaurant and thinking the people sitting next to you are being SO loud because you can hear everything they’re saying, but when you mention it you get weird looks so obviously you’re just overreacting.

not being able to handle the little keyboard sounds as your mom types a text from across the room, but when you ask your mom (who is a quadruple texter) to put her phone on silent you get a murderous look, like you’ve asked her to kill her cat.

turning on ambient noises and trying to relax, only to end up turning it off because it’s not actually helping you fall asleep.

“the speakers are making this high pitched noise”

“what the hell are you talking about?”

“THE SPEAKERS ARE PRACTICALLY SCREAMING HOW DO YOU NOT HEAR THAT??”

“Just ignore it, and focus on the show.”

people telling me “how the fuck can you hear the wall clock ticking but not understand a word im saying when im talking to you??” (i swear i’m not ignoring you, i just can’t process your words)

and the absolute kicker:  it took me nearly three decades of life to realise that all of the above meant I had an auditory processing disorder because, quite frankly, it isn’t discussed enough.  and by enough, i mean at all.

I… experienced way too many of these not to be stunned right now.

i have… most of these??

I have Irlens Syndrome ( a visual processing issue) and definitely understand this post. I also struggle with touch. Some materials I can't hold because it makes me crawl up and die.

the autistic ping

Look, we’re not actually narcissists

When you talk to us about an emotional issue

And we respond with a personal experience or anecdote

We’re not trying to make the conversation about ourselves.

Most times (at least with me), I have to find an experience within myself that is similar to what you’ve described

So I can furnish an appropriate emotional reaction to what you’re experiencing.

It’s sort of like when you ping an IP address to fix a faulty Wi-Fi connection.

It’s not personal, it’s just how I navigate Feelings™.

This is how many people on the Autism spectrum express empathy.  We don’t say things like “You must have felt so…” like neurotypical people are used to.  To us, that comes across as presuming to know.  We look to when we felt something that seems similar, and offer that experience.  That lets the other person decide whether we truly know how they feel.

When I do this I am trying to show you that I really do know how you feel, and not just saying something arbitrary to make you feel better. Since I’m not good at showing and expressing emotions or even knowing exactly what it is I am feeling, I barely know what others are feeling. But by relating situation to situation, I’m acknowledging what they are feeling now and that I felt a similar way once, so that any advice I give can sound like I’m feeling the right emotion.

Oh I had no idea this was an autism thing I always respond to people by talking about situations where I felt similarly

Literally this is so common they test for it during the diagnostic process.

This and other little things make me feel that I'm squarely on the spectrum.

I want you back

“It was crazy wasn’t it? Half of the world gone,” she says. 

Steve turns towards Darcy in bed, the light of the full moon creating a silver splash of light across her face. 

“Yeah,” he says. “It’s like it was all a bad dream.” 

She reached out to touch his face. “And now we can do whatever we want. We can retire and just watch Netflix all day for awhile. We can go mountain climbing. We can see all the things we never had time for before. We can get a cat.” 

Steve laughs. “A cat?” 

“Yeah, we can take care of Fury’s cat while he’s off doing his new thing.” 

“New thing?” 

Darcy shrugs and leans over, she seems ghostly and pale in the moonlight. “You’ll see. Come find us,” she whispers. “Don’t give up.” 

Just as her lips touch his he opens his eyes and Steve shoots up in bed. Another dream. He looks over to see the empty bed … another nightmare. Half the world was still gone.

“I want you back,” he says softly, to no one.

Darcyland Drabble Race

Darcy X Nebula

“Does it bother you that I’m not…I’m…”  Nebula paused, eyes looking everywhere but Darcy’s.

“Not what?  Because I can tell you what you <i>are<i> is everything I have ever wanted. I’m kinda hooked on you, you know?  And anyway does it bother you that I’m a weirdo who comes home with a new plant rescue every single time I leave the house?” she asked.  When Nebula remained silent, eyes still cast down, Darcy slid closer on the bed and laid her hand over Nebula’s.  It took a moment, but Nebula smiled.

“Do you truly mean it?” she asked.

Cross my heart and hope to die,” Darcy replied.  “I know I wasn’t there to hear the shit Thanos fed you for all those years, but I’m here now, and nobody is going to make you feel like anything less than amazing from now on, okay?”

Wintershock

Bucky was whistling.  In the shower.  Loudly.  Darcy stood outside the door listening as the notes tripped up and down the scale.  Nothing made her smile like the sound of Bucky so happy and relaxed.  It had been a long road for him, and then a slow road for them as he learned to trust and love again.  

The taps shut off but the whistling continued right up until he popped out of the bathroom, rubbing a towel over his wet hair and sending the strands everywhere.  He saw her and a grin broke out over his face.

“I didn’t know you’d be home yet, Doll.  Thought it was gonna be a long day at the embassy.”

“Let’s just say I decided to take an extended lunch at home,” she replied with a suggestive wink.

Bucky stepped towards her, grin widening by the second. “An extended lunch, huh.  That what they’re calling it now?”  

“Something like that,’ she said, fingers on the first button of her blouse.

He closed the distance between them entirely and dipped his head to give her a kiss.  “Well, in that case, call me ready for lunch.”

Ah all the feels! Got to love your Wintershock 

Autumn lover

I can't even....

#YOU ARE THE DANCING QUEEN

OMFG.

Very curious doggo

Reminder that puffins are extremely social and like to fit in with their friends, so they will adopt mannerisms and interests of the group. So there is a good chance this little guy is trying to be friends with the photographer by showing his interest in the camera.

TIL photographers are a lot like puffins, cuz we also make friends by showing interest in your camera XD

Reminds me of the time researchers were trying to get puffins to land in a specific area so the put decoys up to draw them in but the decoys only had 1 leg and

Soo cute

Freedoooom! (Or: 6000 years of catching up done in a single sitting)

(this is very long I’m sorry ekldds)

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