Disassociation Stories

So. This is us, a hot mess of fictional characters, overly anxious control freaks, two really weird authors and dozens more. This is us, not a horror trope, not a monster, not a liar. This is us. We just want to be seen.

This is a dribble I wrote in high school about my disassociations. I like the concept, but I was really struggling to put the exact feeling into words, and, being a perfectionist, if I can't get something right I usually just give up. Anyway I might continue this one day, especially since quarantine has unfortunately caused a lot more people to struggle with this, myself included, and I'm posting in case someone relates. That's all :)

Summary: You've always loved the Ocean / the waves that propel you away, / farther from Land than your ship already was. / Deep, deep below / the Thing waits / out of reach of the light. Rating: T Genres: Horror, Hurt/Comfort, Poetry, Spiritual, Tragedy Tags: Major Character Death, General fears related to being lost at sea, Kenophobia (fear of empty spaces), Thalassophobia (fear of deep bodies of water), Sea monster (teeth, tentacles, glowing), Shipwreck, Loss of family member (father), Thirst, Hunger, Hypothermia, Exposure, Sunburns, Drowning, Swallowed whole and alive, Brief mention of real splinters and metaphorical needles and razor blades, Hallucinations, Disassociation, Rebirth, Transformation, Suicidal Ideation, Telepathy, 2nd person POV To see the version that's formatted like a high school English class handout, go here: https://www.deviantart.com/spacedimentio/art/You-ve-always-loved-the-Ocean-story-poem-868164050 Cover art: https://www.wallpaperflare.com/body-of-water-under-full-moon-sea-night-ocean-dark-moonlight-wallpaper-azalj

Everything left him feeling a void. It was hard to keep moving when every time you looked in the mirror your eyes met with a stranger. Andrew has always felt disconnected from his real life, his family, his friends. It all feels like an elaborate script he mindlessly follows. He's always hated the way people take one look at him and all they see is someone else. No matter how hard he wants to shout that it isn't the real him. This -isn't- who he is. His own body is a cage. Andrew, terrorized by his thoughts, and his own mother spirals into depression. His chronic abuse pushes him to make a drastic decision... Will his choices lead him to tragedy... or finally finding someone he can relate to?

So... I had a bad day, I wrote a poem, I shared my poem so that the people who find it can hopefully gain something from reading it. I do hope you enjoy. Eventually I compiled all my poems here too Warning: Some readers may be sensitive to some of the topics discussed such as self harm, depression, disassociation, ED, anxiety, toxic relationships -view at your own discretion please (not all in the same thing some may not even be posted yet)

YANDERE HANNIBAL X OC ~~~~ Hannibal meets Jade, Will's friend and Alana's sister. Jack wants Will and Jade on cases. And when they both have to have therapy sessions with Hannibal Lecter, Jade seems to catch his attention, causing Will to get cautious for he knows.

Stuck in a world unknown to him. With his brothers...who aren't his brothers He was face-guy turned leader and now he doesn't know what he is supposed to be; Will he return home...be with his brothers...be the leader they need him to be...or will he be hated by the ones loves; Will his own self deprecating thoughts win? -------- Story will be updated on Thursdays and Fridays, bi-weekly -------- Tcesters! STAY AWAY! This isn't that type of story! ----------

Wake Up

There is never a poem I write in which I am not a part of.

A short story (about 4000 words or 15 mins-ish of reading) based on a strange dream I had. I won't bother with a synopsis, it's too short to need one. But it is quite dark, so be forewarned.

Short poetry book of a psychotic man's spiral, and some short stories thrown in as well as his recovery isn't always long winded.

"Hey, you good?" Brock turned his eyes to the guy who stood up for him. He had a wide chest and rather handsome face. That doesn't mean that Brock was attracted to him. Was he? main pairing: moo/terroriser (platonic, prob romantic) sides: nogla/wildcat (platonic) vanoss/delirious (platonic) TRIGGER WARNINGS: swearing, disassociation, trauma, abuse (please take this warning seriously i still care for you guys) based off my very first story and post on this app: Dragon fruit from the account LieutenantLattice. if you were among the 20 readers of Dragon fruit from 2 or 3 years back, good news. its me, I'm back for more. I have a lot of stuff in store for the future though execution may be messy. please stick around for the adventure, and have a good read. edit: I still have a lot of stuff in the future but there's no execution. just depression edit 2.0: no more fic but there ARE 6 chapters out there so uhhhh edit 3.0: return of the king LMAO edit 4.0: bye yall ✌

This disappeared ha! Not sure what I did wrong! However: TRIGGER WARNING As this will contain reference to BPD, self harm and depression. So bear this in mind when reading. Hopefully this time this intro gets saved!

Welcome in; tread lightly, and please speak softly. Ramblings and bad poetry TW: body dysmorphia, depressive themes

suddenly, all kei can think about is the way his feet hit the floor when he walks. -- could this be considered a vent ?? idk LOL im just putting tsukki through the stuff i experience using random pics of my cat for covers now

Short Story - Jamie had a normal life-until the storm. When lightning hits, something fractures. His body stays behind... but his mind doesn't. Now he walks invisible staircases. Swims through the sky. Talks to people no one else can see. To the world, Jamie's lost his mind. But he hasn't. He's just no longer in it. In a psychiatric ward where nothing makes sense, Jamie begins to unlock a secret hiding just beneath our reality. One no one wants to believe-until the impossible starts happening on camera. A surreal, gravity-defying psychological sci-fi story about the thin veil between perception and reality.

The head in the sky, and the feet on the ground

//AlastorxReader, just and indulgence fic to repent my past cringe.// Your hands entangled in with one other, living in the moment. The lie of a sweet kiss to seal death, it soothed an escape from the true reality. You tailored his suit, knew him by name and face. He knew you as the one who got away and came back to take his heart. ... You made an oath years ago to be a friend to him, just stupid drunk words who didn't know the cruel world that wrote it in stone. Even in death, it never dues you part. ... You make a silly Oath with Alastor. Many years later it comes to bite you as you grew close, but forget this part of yourself as you survival hell and the past.