Omg Hi!!! It has been so long since I have seen you on my dash! How are you doing love? I hope you are doing super well ^.^ I recently saw your Mc with trauma post. I loved it so much, and it has also given me a lot to mull over the past few days lol.
Honestly I love the idea of a traumatized Mc and the brothers feeling like absolute shit for the way they treated them in the beginning... but yk another part of me wonders when I imagine my own traumas in that scenario... that for people (the bros- literal demons) who have faced so many things and traumas in their own lives, whether my feelings or pain is even comparable to that. Ik you can't compare things like that and the brothers would probably even be mad if I think of my feelings this way since it's the "Ohhhh someone always has it worse. It's not even that bad so just suck it up" self-deprecating part of me. Despite knowing ALL THAT I can't help but think that I am not traumatized enough to deserve empathy lmao (I realize how stupid it sounds saying it out loud).
So that is what REALLY got me thinking. What about an Mc that is genuinely terrified of scrutiny, being a nuisance and just basically inconveniencing anyone for things that are just basic needs. Idk if I am explaining it well enough oof and a mc like that (like me lmao) certainly won't bode well with Lucifer. Atleast not in the beginning. I could hate him (I could never but if I did) but still be terrified of disappointing him. This is what I mean when I say I love him but he reminds me too much of my father habits wise 🤢.
I am thinking a Mc who is afraid of asking even their basic needs at the beginning once Lucifer mumbled about them being too much trouble. Mc who feels so extremely guilty when the brothers get anything for them, cuz they feel like they have to work for it or they don't deserve it. Mc whose blood freezes over when they break something and try to replace it as quick as possible so no one blames them. Mc who never expresses their concerns so as to not add to the brothers' already full plates or worry them. It hurts to bottle it all up but seeing the brothers' concerned faces with so much PITY is a thousand times worse. Mc who never complains and adjusts to even unfair situations so as to not be a bother. Mc who just takes, takes and takes everything bad and doesn't say a word cuz they feel like they deserve it. Mc who tells little white lies to hide their flaws and be the perfect exchange student and avoid scoldings and criticisms ; only to stew in shame, disgust, self-loathing when someone eventually catches up on one of the lies (the person probably didn't even make a big deal of it/ was only mildly disappointed but Mc feels their heart breaking in two as they think they have broken their trust forever and would never be trusted again)
Gosh this got way longer than I was expecting >.< and a lot of signs like these aren't really obvious until you are close to that person. I think so many of us are so hard and rutheless to ourselves when sometimes the thing we need the most is a little compassion and understanding ;-;
Hi! I love seeing you in my inbox and thank you! I've been in recovery mode for the last few months but am finally coming back out of that cave and working on my hobbies again (seriously going too long without writing almost feels like going without food for me)! I hope you've been doing well too!
And oof, yes, I understand what you're saying completely. I'm like that too in a lot of ways, keeping certain details or complaints to myself because "Oh surely what I've been to is really nothing". And sometimes I let something slip and people get very concerned. Which is validating in a way, not that I need to be validated for it, everyone goes through their own pain and awful things SUCK no matter to what extent it is and I've had to learn that through my life.
(Wow that MC really is just me, huh? Calling me out are you? /j)
Honestly this type of MC is just canon to me. (I mean, the more pithy responses the MC has in original OM might just be due to writing but to me it just seems like the calm and general response of someone throwing out NPC answers as a survival tactic.)
They suck things up and soak up everything that's been said to them and work hard to remain a normal functioning being.
And of course Lucifer is an interesting character to think about with this MC because on one hand the human could absolutely despise him for the way he treats them. Or on the other hand (if you're like me I guess, which I realize is hella unhealthy, oops) the MC could look up to him and work extra hard to try to gain his validation, because getting praise from someone like that means you must not be a failure, right?
And just...the dynamic of that is so appealing to me, because Lucifer loves when people work hard and do what they're told, but then if he finally comes to the realization that they're burning out and actually almost putting themselves in more danger and harm because of HIM? And at the end of the day he's doing more damage than any of his chaotic brothers? (I like to have him spiral and be humbled just a bit)
Just all of the brothers doing some deep introspection once they come to care for MC and needing to sit down and realize that probably made their human feel so much worse and then spending the rest of eternity trying to fix that. And then the "I can fix him" mentality from MC turns into the "I can fix them" from every other character. A special Uno Reverse, if you will.
Oops, this turned into a fairly long ramble of my own...
Thanks for popping into my inbox with your thoughts! Traumatized MC deserves some extreme love
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Number 2 from the 50 cliché tropes and prompts
Your shirt/jumper was in the laundry pile and I couldn't help but steal it
Buck never understood why he had lost so many sweatshirts and button-downs to past girlfriends. Nine times out of ten, they didn't even remotely fit their figure and they were only worn in the comfort of Buck's home anyways.
Then he started staying over Tommy's house more and more. He'd always come prepared–an overnight bag filled with an extra LAFD shirt, a pair of jeans, a pair of chinos, and two shirts, one with a collar and one without–just in case he needed to rush out in the morning.
This morning, he isn’t quite as prepared as he wishes he had been. Tommy’s in the shower after sleepily kissing Buck good morning and Buck promised he’d run Hercules–Tommy’s ten-year-old retired racing greyhound–outside before Tommy dropped Buck off at work. Thunder crashes outside and rain pounds on the roof, and Buck didn’t even think to bring a jacket.
He looks around the bedroom closet, careful not to invade the private space too much, but he doesn’t see anything that might help. He knows there’s an umbrella waiting beside the door, but he’s already shivering from the chill sneaking in through the closed windows and Buck knows he’ll need something to protect his skin.
Out of the corner of his eye, he sees a pullover laid neatly on top of the laundry pile. It’s similar to his LAFD one, but a lighter blue that matches Tommy’s on-duty uniform. It won’t keep him dry, but it’ll keep him warm and keep the water off of his skin which is all he has time to care about. He snatches it up and shouts to Tommy that he’s taking the dog outside even though he’s not sure he’s heard.
Before he gets too far, Buck pauses to get the pullover on. The first thing he notices is how much bigger it is on him. He’s not a small guy by any means, and he’s not much smaller than Tommy–at least he thinks–but there’s so much extra fabric that he has to bundle it up at his waist. He can also tell that the back doesn’t stretch taut against his shoulder blades and that the neckline slouches a little in the front.
It’s strange to wear something so unfit for him, but at the same time, Buck can’t help but feel giddy. He glances at himself in the mirror and feels small, but not in the way he usually does. It doesn’t make him feel inconsequential or overlooked, but like he’s protected and well-loved. It stirs inside of his stomach until the joy begins to bubble in his chest.
He notices that Tommy’s name is embroidered just over his heart, and he brings his fingers there to trace over the lettering. It takes everything in him not to whisper his name combined with Tommy’s last and he wonders if this was how his old girlfriends felt when they stole his LAFD shirts that had his name brazen on the back.
Where he expected to be a bit embarrassed at the claiming nature of it all, he can’t help but feel… powerful. Yeah, there’s something powerful about wearing someone else's name, like he’s screaming to the world that Tommy is off-limits because he’s Buck’s.
He’s Buck’s.
He’s too busy thinking about what exactly that means for him to hear the bathroom door open and a freshly showered and shaved Tommy emerge. Another figure beside Buck’s reflection startles him but Tommy’s reassuring hands slide around his waist. It’s strange how normal it feels to have strong, long arms wrapped around him and a broad chest waiting to hold him up as he leans back against it.
“You’re wet,” Buck says, feeling the dampness on Tommy’s unclothed chest. He’s in sweatpants like he’s ready to lounge around for the day, but the bare skin of his upper body is clearly on display where Buck’s body isn’t hiding it. He wants to pull away just so he can take another peek.
Tommy doesn’t seem to notice nor care that Buck is analyzing them because he’s too busy doing the same. There’s something in his eyes, though, that sends an eruption of warmth to Buck’s face. Tommy tugs at the extra fabric at Buck’s waist like he’s having the same realization as Buck did, and then he slides one hand up Buck’s chest to trace his name. He whispers each letter like a secret into Buck’s ear, piercing eyes never leaving Buck’s in the mirror.
Buck shivers, pressing back against Tommy and leaning his head back so that it plops on Tommy’s shoulder comfortably. Tommy finishes his name before dragging a finger to the neckline of the pullover and letting it hang there like a weight that keeps Buck grounded.
“You’re wearing my jumper,” Tommy points out like he doesn’t already know. Buck suddenly feels anxious, like he’s made a horrible mistake, and stands back up straight. He turns to look at Tommy as he speaks.
“Is that okay? I didn’t bring a jacket so I figured—”
Tommy kisses him before he can finish, and Buck can only hope it becomes a pattern.
It’s just as soft as their first kiss and every kiss they’ve shared since then, but it grows in passion second by second. Tommy is gripping the fabric at Buck’s waist like he’s deciding whether he wants to pull it over Buck’s head or leave it on his forever. Buck holds his naked shoulders, palms sliding down the hard planes of his chest then his abs, before sliding underneath the waistband of his sweatpants.
When a cold nose hits his hand, Buck jumps back, out of breath and startled. Hercules is staring up at them like he’s let them have their fun and he’s done waiting to go outside. Tommy swipes at his face as he chuckles and Buck leans down to pat Herc’s head.
“I’m sorry, Buddy. Am I stealing all of your dad’s attention?” Buck coos, and he can almost hear Tommy’s good-natured eye roll.
“Well, if Evan here is done distracting me, I’m sure he’d be more than happy to take you outside, huh?”
“Oh, if Evan is done distracting you? Like you didn’t just walk out of the shower half-naked and damp and looking like you wanted to drop to your kn–” Buck inhales deeply when Tommy glances down then back up and raises his eyebrows. “Alright, I’m out of here. Be right back,” he promises, pressing one last kiss to Tommy’s reddened lips.
“Mhm,” Tommy hums, watching him start to walk away.
“Do you want your pullover back?” Buck asks, because he figures that’s what he would’ve wanted to be asked.
“As far as I’m concerned, it’s yours now.”
It sounds a lot like I’m yours now, but Buck doesn’t dare ask. Instead, he takes Hercules out, ignoring the storm rumbling above him, and strokes his thumb distractingly against Tommy’s name over his heart. He guesses he’s Tommy’s now, too.
(now on ao3)
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2, 10 and 17 for Soy Luna! :)
2. Favourite fic
Oooh that was a difficult one, I had to go back and look through the ao3 tag to remember which ones I've read because it's been a while! I think my first favourites were To Court a Goddess and This Too, Too Solid Flesh (the angst is just so good oh my god) but my first thought is always the LoveFriendship square idk it's just the perfect vibes
10. Fic I haven't read but want to
Literally all of them I'm so behind, but I've been meaning to read Memories of Time for so long, I barely started it ages ago and I just haven't got back to it
17. A take I didn't think about before but agree with
hmm I'm not sure? I can't really remember anything specific I don't think, but a lot of the headcanons for families and stuff I think are spot on, especially like who's an only child, who had a big family etc.
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Hey in case anyone is struggling with the same thing, here’s something I worked out recently while journaling.
tw for threatening/shaming about dental hygiene, mention of self harm, vaguely mentioned privacy violations, and medical procedure/anesthesia mentions, and me doing a LOT of trauma dumping
I have mental and physical disabilities which I am continually avoiding getting care for and most urgently out of that I’ve had untreated cavities and a root canal that I’ve known about for over a year plus rapidly moving teeth plus impacted wisdom teeth that need to come out, and that’s a problem. I KNOW it’s bad to keep putting it off but I can’t ask for help and I can’t get it done BECAUSE
- I am terrified of what medical people will say and do
- I have zero trust that I won’t feel things while numbed because I always did before after a while
- my sensory issues are so high sometimes I repeatedly gag just while trying to brush my teeth, not even get super far back
- my jaw is prone to pain and strains and partial dislocation and my teeth are prone to feeling wobbly and bruised and I hate both
- I was shamed and guilted and threatened about oral hygiene for a long time
- I was lectured by medical people even after trying to explain that I was so depressed and adhd and scared about that a i wasn’t even sleeping or eating or doing hobbies or doing school/work a lot of the time, so it was really difficult for me to even remember I should do hygiene for teeth because I was forgetting that I even need food or water or time outside of a building and that made me feel even more ashamed
- the one time I went to talk to the endodontist about getting the root canal, he didn’t let me chat, he didn’t take my nerves and guilt seriously, he pressed a cold thing to my teeth until it got to the the root canal one and hurt like crazy—without telling me why he was doing it or warning me it would hurt if I needed a root canal, and didn’t sympathize when I started crying involuntarily after he told me they’d need to do a root canal and I needed to just have better brushing and flossing that was the only answer, and then tossed me out to the front desk and left
- I have to be minimally sedated for the root canal because otherwise I will literally fuck up my vitals and jaw joints guaranteed but I can’t afford even light sedation much less anything useful
- but also, most importantly, what I just realized this week:
I was in hospitals with family members for years watching them get procedures and surgeries and from age 8 onward seeing people helpless and out of their usual minds after surgeries and saying stuff. And I lived in FEAR for SEVERAL years of ever having to get twilight or full sedation not because of needing it or of pain but because I felt that if I woke up from it:
- my mom at least would be there no matter what because that’s how things go it’s what we do
- I didn’t know what my brain would think about after sedation
- I know people talk about things after sedation
- I had a lot of secrets that i felt sure would get me in massive trouble at best and months to years of lectures, “spiritual direction”, and punishments/restrictions at best
- and I felt like there was no protection from me saying something after sedation that implicated me in liking stories I shouldn’t or saying a cuss word or mentioning I knew someone who was lgbt or something about self harming or something about sneaking on the internet in different ways to read the U by Kotex website articles and tumblr and stuff when I was supposed to only have access to school things
- etc etc
So basically, my brain trained for years that “any medical sedation could lead to you not only being helpless but also lead to you ruining your life and doing the emotional and mental equivalent of being murdered and having the only remaining not-miserable things taken away and having everyone disgusted with you and being constantly a target forever after that”
and so on top of the 1) previous painful cavity filling experiences, 2) my complete lack of privacy or autonomy (including preemptive warnings, explanations, or asking if something was okay) during doctor visits till after age 18, 3) uncomfortable scenarios with not being warned about things medically until they were happening partway through a treatment or exam, 4) lots of times seeing family members have scary altered consciousness or bad complications after procedures, 5) being shamed and terrified into hating my own teeth and avoiding dental hygiene from the stress, and 6) being taught I didn’t own my body and it was a threat and a dangerous temptation so I stopped identifying with it and hated having it and tried to just not care about it, I’m actually so conditioned to feel like after-procedure-times are actually a risk to my life and safety that it only makes sense some really desperate versions of me are trying to make sure this doesn’t happen no matter how extra ashamed I get or how much I’m risking dental and other health and how much worse I’m making everything by letting the tooth rot grow.
I don’t know what to DO about this yet, since I haven’t gotten to a place where I can tell or trust any adult or friend enough to ask them to help or anything, and I’m an adult so I HAVE to handle things myself legally, and I can’t even convince myself to get a psychiatrist or a physical therapist or even tell my new PCP anything that’s wrong with me EVEN THOUGH I DID THE NEW PATIENT VISIT SPECIFICALLY SO I COULD START GETTING MEDICAL CARE…
…but I’m going to not allow myself to be angry with myself and I’m going to try to be ready to jump on the chance when I do feel able to take a leap about this and just get it done no matter how much debt I have to add on to my pile
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