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justanotherstardrop · 11 months

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it's happen again..

isn't it..

#blurry art #group post #vent #vent art #trauma #trauma art #abuse #abuse art #ptsd #cptsd #c-ptsd #ptsd art #cptsd art #c-ptsd art #tears #crying

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crescent-dawn · 1 year

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100% happened

#this totes happened when the memory faded #link was just shook so bad it became c-ptsd #botw #botw zelink #botw link #botw zelda #loz #legend of zelda #my art

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heavenfell-au · 3 months

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You'd be angry too.

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crayonurchin · 10 months

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It's very hard to not compare myself to others nearing their 27th birthday. But when I compare myself to myself, I can recognise that going out with friends for a nice evening of food, laughing and a film, is miles and miles away from the quivering mess of destroyed mental health I used to be. Someone who was trapped by a failed school system, multiple grooming incidents, a believe my neurodivergence was just personal failings and the totally unknown OCD.

I am the best 26, nearly 27 year old I could possibly be. And by 28, I will be better still, because I love every single version of myself I have ever been. Those girls deserve how I am, and how I will become.

So please, this disability awareness month. Look at yourself, and see the things you've grown in to. Look at how you've blossomed. It doesn't matter if you're still budding in a potted plant while others are huge rose bushes. Your roots are spreading, your petals are growing, and you are the best you can be right now. No matter where that is, THAT is a good thing. All your pain is valid and how you feel is real, but please don't give up. No matter how hopeless if feels, please stay alive another minute. An hour. A day. You really don't know when you'll suddenly stop wanting to die, because being alive got a bit better.

#urchin art #disability awareness month #disability pride month #mental health #ocd #ptsd #c-ptsd #cw-grooming #grooming #adhd #autism #please celebrate the little things #something small to others is still allowed to be huge to you #I'm going out for pizza with friends- and those friends will probably have wine and beer #I used to be so controlled by fear of alcohol I would walk with my eyes shut and breathe held near pubs to get to work #I was terrified even the sight and particles of alcohol would hurt me #now I'm here #it can change #I promise it can change

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dangerdragoncat · 7 months

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Picnic time!!

#I’m!! figuring!! her!!! out!!!#mango.#dr alto clef #art #scp #dr clef #meri #scp 166 #hehe picnic #proud clef #Meri teeth too not sharp :(#ignore the height DIFFRENCE I accident messed it up #LET THEM PICNIC COWARDS #LET THEM HAVE A PICNIC C O W A R D S #the ptsd about mangos is real but like #wholesomeness >>>

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fragmented-artist · 23 days

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Blaine

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sorryicantquitequeeryou · 3 months

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Turn it Off

#sorry's thoughts #my art #vent art #depression art #anxiety art #c ptsd #digital art #emotional art #my brain has been being mean to me recently so I made some art #wanted the subject to pop out more but I really like how the shading allows for the glow to pop out more #dysphoria #dysphoria art #overwhelmed #overthinking

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kazik-izakk · 7 months

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Friendly reminder that pixels on a screen =/= morality!

Sincerely, -A c-PTSD haver who's gone through significant trauma and gotten therapy for it!

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07-induraj · 6 months

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I just can't let go

of the feelings that I felt

even if it had pushed me

to the very high edge

the ones which I felt

weeks or

months

or maybe

even years ago

and when I

created my boundaries

they called it

my ego

Written by 07-induraj

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probablyhuntersmom · 3 months

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#16 days till I move out of this childhood not!home. a not!home which brings mostly really sad memories of being gaslit and minimized #and of receiving zero accommodations as an autistic kid #moving is a financial risk..but it'll be better for my health #visiting my ex-supervisor soon means I've managed to shorten the wait by 5 days. or else it would've been 21 #if one counts the Lunar New Year as a distraction..it cuts it down by 4 additional days to make it 12.#(so yeah I've simply been unable to smoothly dish out new art and stuff..coz of this. that should change in maybe 3 weeks)#my body and soul feel like lead. I need a new start #also gotta love C-PTSD for turning what should be a straightforward celebration into a mess of murkied emotions..#well. at least I'll be able to walk to the nearest grocer and shops from then on..instead of having to drive #loz says stuff

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liminalspacewizard · 6 months

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themockingcrows · 5 months

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what does it feel like to be burdened by a fractured soul rising and falling over you like jellyfish trying to go home and never being able to (Vent piece that took on a life of its own)

#my art #vent art #depression #dissociation #c-ptsd

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mountainfrogs · 8 months

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he doesnt know who he is

#barara CMTN #frogmountain art #keroro #orikero #i think hes got bpd #also c-ptsd #and a buncha fun other stuff #broooo trauma sucketh #ive thought of his story way way too much

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novsart · 10 months

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pls don't repost, ty for reblogs 🧠❤️🦔

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vampiresdontsleep · 2 years

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ON TOXIC RELATIONSHIPS PT.2: THE FAWN TRAUMA RESPONSE

Rebecca Mandeville - Recognizing the C-PTSD-Based Fawn Response // Faenkova Elena - shutterstock.com // Mitski - First Love / Late Spring // Olga Kalinichenko - dreamstime.com // @void-galaxy-shenanigans // Pete Walker - The 4Fs: A Trauma Typology in Complex PTSD // Stanislav Bogdanov // @jinxwrites - Fawn Response // Lil Nas X - LIFE AFTER SALEM // Alyssa Kiefer - PsychCentral

#web weaving #quotes #literature #aesthetic #poetry #rebecca mandeville #mitski #first love late spring #pete walker #lil nas x #life after salem #psychcentral #complex ptsd #c ptsd #fawn response #trauma response #toxic relationships #max’s miscellaneous art

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fountainpenguin · 8 months

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"The phone rings in the middle of the night... My father yells 'Whatcha gonna do with your life!?'"

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New Dog's Life chapter today! Still a Traffic SMP fan-season, even if it doesn't look like one in the first 1,000 words, ha ha.

Chapter 4 - “Simmer (Scott)”

Read on AO3

Start from Chapter 1

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MCC's exhausting and therapy's expensive, but having Scar and Skizz catapult you into your Hot Boy Summer arc is free. It's the Scott chapter, folks! This man has never done anything shady in his life. He's just building a sushi restaurant... and definitely doesn't have unfinished paperwork sniffing at his heels.

(First 1,000 words under the cut)

💚 💛 ❤️

Minecrafters like to move in circles. It’s the first thing they burn into your head back in City Planning 101. They like to keep you in their sights. They dance sideways. They sometimes swap into third-person view. They move like prey even on Peaceful, which is awful when you think about it - about how deeply embedded in your code that sort of thing is - but hey… It’s not wrong. They are prey. So when Scott first built New Star Station back in the day, he opted for curved walls and a fairly open floor plan. Brings the gals and pals to the yard like dust-moths to a redstone flame.

And no windows. Everyone thinks they want windows - thinks they want to see the washed-out pink of the Between Dimension’s sky and its fluffy red and white trees - but they don’t. They really don’t. In this dimension, the mobs don’t stop spawning just because you lit the ground up. There’s a reason every floor tile in this station is coated in half-slabs and carpets. They’ve built themselves a world, built themselves a home, they play their little games…

But the “no windows” policy will remain no matter how many requests pile up in his office. Windows showcasing Between’s hazel and crabapple trees, its fireflies, its mooblooms, its mice, its zombie horses, and those gemstone-flecked blocks that coat the natural ground are aesthetic in theory, but horrid in execution. Once you have windows, you start asking more questions. You start checking over your shoulder. You start asking for weapons. And that’s not the vibe. In New Star Station, they’re “safe.” They have quartz floors, mossy cobble, and dark oak wood. It’s cute. It’s home. They can pretend the outside world isn’t living in total anarchy.

No one likes the reminder that they’re prey.

“Scott,” says Scar behind him as they round the next hallway curve, because as much as Scott loves him, Scar wouldn’t get a memo if you flooded his inventory with several stacks of 64. Scar’s trying to hustle, using his cane to push himself forward a little more than he should. He might slip. Scar’s fingers graze the back of Scott’s jacket sleeve. “What’s your favorite block from the outside?”

Scott spares him half a glance. Looks right at his pine-green eyes, which is a mistake. It’s easier to stay in character when he’s actually on a server - when he’s staring down a presentation of his friends instead of this… this out of roleplay version of themselves. Scar’s not in his wooden puppet skin anymore; they’re not on the Dog’s Life server. He’s wearing his rumpled brown coat and explorer’s fedora. His spiky blue wings flutter behind him, non-functional but sentimental. And he’s got algae-coated eyes.

Scott would like to claw the algae straight off him.

“Leaves,” he says. It’s not untrue. But Scar picks up on that instantly, because he’s Scar and can dance his tongue like a snake doing ballet. It’s almost insulting, actually, how many hours Scott put into this hallway design just for Scar to tune it all out (Most people use the bullet path; Scar can’t, Scar always walks, doesn’t compliment the block palette). Scar half-tosses his cane, catching it in his hand. He hustles after Scott without planting that thing down on the floor. Just shuffling, just playing the syrupy sweet character…

It’s all a show. The man just glitched a whole server - so much paperwork; gotta file Grian’s incident reports - and he’s still trotting about with no cares in the world and triple aces up his sleeve. Scar’s not baggy-eyed and bristle-tailed. There’s no long nights waiting for him. No people to please. It must be nice to roll around in someone else’s sandbox. See, Scott built this playground, but he can never lose himself in it. And he didn’t even build a playground. New Star’s a bunker dressed in tinsel and glitter.

“Oh really?” (About the leaves). Scar’s voice is honey and hums. He slams one arm around Scott’s shoulders, which Scott winces at because it almost flickers him out of his human persona- almost startles a side of himself he doesn’t like to show. Scar sweeps his cane around, gently tapping the top of it to the bottom of Scott’s chin. It’s spruce wood, the cane. Scott can tell from the smell of it; even the polish doesn’t hide that. Scar presses the cane’s curve innocently at his mouth. “Scott, you have just secured your place as my favorite mayor in New Star’s history.”

“I’m the only mayor in…”

“Leaves,” Scar plows on, completely ignoring him, “are one of the most beautiful blocks in the game. In fact, I’ve been thinking! I’ve been thinking for a while now. I keep meaning to ask if I can have a tree outside my portal, which I think would balance out my mailbox. Big and little! Comparison contrast. You know I hate paperwork, though… Hey, what do the leaves look like in this dimension anyway? Maybe instead of getting an import, I should go the authentic route.”

Scott’s eye twitches up. He doesn’t throw Scar’s arm away from his neck, but it takes an extra breath - which is not a good sign - to keep it together; keep the truest part of himself tucked inside his code. Scar’s easily spooked and already had a rough day. Can’t keep a secret either. Scott’s not in the mood for coming out to him. Instead he says, “Scaaar,” in a gently patient, sort of in character kind of tone. He turns his head, smiling, and gives a little tilt. Because nothing bothers him, because he’s Scott, and it’s his playground and everyone else is running around in it. “You, sir, are setting yourself up to be a bad example… Why are you asking about outside blocks?”

Nat 1 on intimidation. Scar hums like a bumblebee, pressing his cane a little tighter against the base of Scott’s neck. They haven’t stopped walking; he doesn’t take his mouth away from Scott’s pointed ear.

“Why, they sound like fun to build with, Smajor! Are you hoarding pretty blocks?” Lips so close, hitboxes shuffling, lips passing straight through skin in a way that sends goosepixels shrieking up his neck like lightning. Scar’s fingers clench in his shoulder. “Can’t a man want to play around with new ceiling tiles? Why! You’re a ragged little ferret hoarding ceiling tiles, aren’t you?” And he thunks the cane tip against Scott’s chin. Scott’s on auto-pilot; he smacks the back of his hand against Scar’s cheek, which finally gets him slinking off.

“Between’s natural blocks are ugly. You wouldn’t use them anyway.” It’s like spoonfeeding carrot mush to a baby.

[Cnt'd on AO3 - Link at top]

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