#mild trauma

[house-of-slayterr]

So there’s a trend going around on tik tok using an audio form American Psycho where we reveal our childhood crushes. So I did all the Red Flag alg ones I could remember from each year. Up until 13 they were all pretty much Trauma crushes because I was so terrified of these mfs, and way too young to be watching these things. But I obviously appreciate them now.

Like I remember I used I had to sleep on my parents floor after watching Halloween for the first time when I was like 7 on accident, but then 4 years later I watched it again with my sister and I was obsessed! 😂

#my childhood crushes #squishes #horror #horror fan #mild trauma #childhood trauma #fangs comfort characters #trauma bonding #trauma characters #Isaac children of the corn #children of the corn #Hannibal lecter #hellboy #ester orphan #sam trick r treat #micheal myers #Amanda young #tate langdon #norman bates #patrick bateman #billy and stu #stu macher #billy loomis #asa emory #tiffany valentine

[the1ofall]

i think there’s a part of my brain which refuses to age past ten years old

#agere #agere blog #i think #age regressor #age regression #mild trauma #i think it’s traumatic.

[gingeraleforthetrauma]

Trauma sucks. The things that cause trauma suck worse, imo.

When I was a little kid - like, under 8 - I lived in a small house, on a relatively quiet street with my folks and older sibling.

It was an average house. Cramped kitchen, tiny dining room, three meh-sized bedrooms, you get the idea. We had this stupidly long driveway that was great for two kids and their bikes, relatively even, no major slope or anything.

When I was maybe six- I think I was six- my sibling was an idiot and ignored my warning about biking towards the family car (a large, beat up white minivan, rust on the edges and interesting rocks in doors and inside pockets, with three rows of seating).

There was a lot of blood and a lot of crying. If i was 6 than this was when they were like 7, a few months before they would turn 8.

I'm pretty sure both my parents came out to see what happened, but my mom went inside with my sibling first to get all the first aid stuff and call her folks in case they needed to take the sibling to the ER.

My dad was supposed to bring me inside- make sure the younger child wasn't injured or too terrified or anything and everything.

Long story short my dad locked me outside for a while, slammed the door in my face and all that jazz. I could hear the crying and lots of panicked talking through the living room window right next to our door. But I guess they couldn't hear my knocking.

My dad sure as hell didn't tell my mom he'd left me out there.

I gave up pretty quickly. I'd had my dad do things like that to me before, so I wasn't terribly surprised (he would continue the trend of locking me in or out of places as I got older, the 4th of July when I was 9 or 10 is especially memorable).

I sat outside for around an hour before the he came out to get me, chastising me for not being inside, "like I was supposed to be."

I didn't bothering arguing. They were too busy bustling out the door.

He knew what he'd done, he locked the door in my face, I'm not sure if I imagined him meeting my eyes through the window as I watched them clean the blood off my siblings face in the living room.

I don't really remember if they dropped me off or if I got picked up to go to my grandparents, that day got a little hazy after the door was finally unlocked. But I was at their house until late into the night, a bit past midnight.

Probably one of the mildest childhood memories I'll share, but I was terrified of blood for years after that, and I always hurried to be the first person inside until we had to move a couple years later (a story for another day).

Overall, I think my sibling was a helluva lot more traumatised after that day, would hardly touch their bike for weeks afterwards. Self conscious as hell about the scar it left as well - little me was jealous that they had a cool scar, I don't think that helped with their anxiety.

#mild trauma #childhood injuries #mild intentional neglect #can child neglect be mild? #memories #trauma survivor #trauma

[fvedyetor]

everyday normal binder experience. right guys. right.

#so i had an experience last week #dumping trauma onto characters? dumping mild inconveniences onto them too #and yes dazai is wearing a t-shirt instead of his usual vest #teehee #and he is using a cane :) #and sigma has short hair. bc yk new job new sigma new life. um. yeah #fvedyart #sigma bsd #dazai osamu #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bsd #osamu dazai #bsd sigma #trans #transmasc #ftm

[dyemelikeasunset]

i know the brain unlocks when its safe to, so these flashbacks are a good sign, but the grief is unbelievable

#my art #i think i need a trauma journal #child abuse / #mild blood /

[peeta-mellark]

GEN V (2023—) 1x07 “Sick”

#marie moreau #gen v spoilers #gen v #1x07 #jaz sinclair #genvedit #gen v amazon #the boys #theboysedit #blackactressesdaily #dailytvwomen #femalegifsource #pocfiction #tvedit #mine #* #i support Cate but she done got me side eyeing after having my daughter relive her trauma #smoking a black and mild lol

[martyrbat]

batman: shadow of the bat #0

[ID: a flashback of the outside of Wayne Manor at night. A narration box (unrelated to the scene) reads, “Ya think he's got a guardian angel, or somethin'?” Inside the manor, Leslie Thompkins and Alfred Pennyworth are talking in regards of young Bruce Wayne. They sit in a magnificent library at a small table as Bruce sits at his own desk that's across the room and has his face buried in a book. Alfred reassures her, “— Worried about him, Doctor Thompkins? I can assure you there's no need! Master Bruce has the manor to live in — myself to look after him — the best education money can buy—”. Leslie cuts Alfred off before he can continue rambling out more examples. She tells him, “It's what he doesn't have that bothers me, Alfred. Friends — hobbies — the kind of life a normal teenager looks forward to. He spends all his time in the gym, or here reading. I don't think he ever recovered from his parents' death.” We're shown Bruce, now in a close-up and able to see the book he's reading is titled ‘Lip Reading For Beginners’. Bruce peers over the book intensely as Leslie continues to express her rightful concern, “He almost seems obsessed!” END ID]

#baby brucie #love you leslie.... sorry you have to deal with the most insufferable male characters.... #also side tangent maybe but i HC bruce having hearing lost because he was in an alleyway when a gun fired twice right near him #so the >:3 part of my brain loves thinking of bruce not even getting to hear the eulogy or answer a police report because of the tinnitus #that's still ringing in his ears. having his entire already lonely life destroyed because his parents were brutally murdered #and then having the permanent reminder and something that effects his senses in his every day #batman uses IIC or CIC and has amplified sound from his cowl. bruce uses BTE/RITE ones btw... if you even care. #i have mild hearing loss and tinnitus since i was a kid bc haha trauma & i had this HC since i got into batman so i have done so much #fucking research on different hearing aids and how the ear functions and such for personal AND projection purposes 👍 #anyways. do you think leslie and alfred have ever explored each others bodies. #c: batman: shadow of the bat | i: 0 #crypt's panels #bruce wayne #leslie thompkins #alfred pennyworth #disabled bruce #bruce's childhood

[chiquilines]

Redraw of a comic i made a year ago for the villain!fuyumi AU!!

#this is the longest i have ever spent on an artwork😭 #six hours #thats crazy to me #i never have the patience for anything over a couple hours #but for miryumi ill do anything <3 #i love love love the hidden identity trope #so yk i love taking my fav ships and squeezing them into the format #theyre no exception <3 #i mean come on #mild mannered schoolteacher dating a top 5 pro hero is secretly an S ranked ice villain as a way to cope with her childhood trauma #is that not music to your ears #the shenanigans guys #you must imagine the shenanigans #anyways them<3 #fuyumi todoroki #rumi usagiyama #mirko #miryumi #mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #wlw #chiquilines draws

[ridreamir]

Hey!if you write for Arven would you be willing to do platonic Headcanons for him?

Yes I could! I haven't been writing on here but I am open to it!

(Just to let you guys know though I am in school full time so I might be a little slow haha, here's a short post!) This could potentially be interpreted as romantic! There isn't any romance explicitly stated but they are kind of close/friend date scenarios almost just to let you know!

__________________________________________________ Some platonic moments with Arven might include: Going out into the forest to forage for ingredients, since you two already made such a duo trying to hunt for Herba Mystica! He's constantly reading new foraging books and is very careful, it almost makes you wonder why he doesn't do so hot in his other classes. He does have reading glasses, but he's too embarrassed to wear them in front of others. That could partly be the reason why he's been flunking, but then again a big part of passing class is showing up and he's the type to want to be everywhere but the classroom (except for Mr. Saguaro's class of course!) Sitting in fields and having picnics, making sandwiches together! Arven is a next-level chef so he carries around a mini hot plate and pan so he can cook things up on the spot, and most of the time it ends up incredible. ...Sometimes though, you've both been prone to burning certain ingredients or accidentally mixing the wrong things. Not to mention how often you drop stuff. Those sandwiches often go to Koraidon and Miraidon because they're quantity over quality type lizards.

If it weren't for his health, Mabostiff would also be feasting. Arven is really careful with his diet, and you're not sure his dog friend always likes being denied a gross burnt burger sandwich but it just goes to show how much Arven really cares. You both like to take naps in the grass, but you've found him snoozing in some very odd locations. He's usually propped against a rock or tree in the shade, or lying with his arms folded. Needless to say, you have nearly tripped over him before because he literally will choose any spot that looks like it might be even remotely comfortable.

He doesn't seem like it, but Arven is an incredibly strong trainer, and if he put his mind to it he could absolutely beat the gym challenge. You never really catch him training, but his Pokemon eat Michelin-star-level meals daily so you're starting to think that might be the secret to his incredible strength. Speaking of strength, he suffers from mild back pain from carrying that huge heavy pack around 24/7, but he'll still do wild and crazy things. He's not the most outwardly athletic in terms of sports but he's really good at hiking and climbing, and he's gotten very strong physically from exploring Paldea. When exploring, he's constantly trying to feed you. He's not the type to pull out trail mix either, he'll literally stop and park in the middle of nowhere if he finds out you haven't ate in a while and will sit there and angry-cook a whole meal in front of you. You do annoy him a little sometimes, but you think that he might have such a hyperfocus on food because of his childhood. It's not a fun topic for him though so you never try to pry. He knows you're a busy person, but somehow you always find time for each other. You're still attending the academy together at least, so it's not hard for him to stop by and check in on you. He's been barred from wandering off too far because of his grades, but you're not going to rat him out for sneaking out (partly because you come along and could get in trouble for encouraging him.)

#x reader #pokemon #reader insert #pokemon x reader #arven x reader #fanfiction #platonic #pokemon scarlet and violet #scarlet and violet #imagines #platonic headcanons #childhood trauma #mild trigger warning

[conkers-thecosy]

Bagginshield-tober / Day 6 / Recovery

Hey folks! Here's my offering for day six of the "Bagginshield-tober" prompt list, by the lovely @smolestboop 💛

You can also find these little snippets compiled into one fic on AO3 - day seven is posted there too, but it's only a short one!

This one is a liiiiittle angsty, so be warned, but as always there's an element of hurt/comfort and a fluffy end, which hopefully balances it out.

Hope you enjoy!

~*~*~

It had been three weeks since Thorin and Bilbo had begun to share one another’s beds.

It was perfectly innocent, of course, and Bilbo had gone out of his way to explain that in hobbit culture it was more than acceptable to share a bunk with friends or family for comfort. Co-sleeping, he called it. In truth, it wasn’t the first time they had done so, as on the road to and from Erebor, they had often slept side by side for warmth and safety. Not just the two of them, either - all of the company had piled in wherever there was a space.

Now in Bag End, they never began the night in bed together. They would say goodnight as they always had, then head to their respective bedrooms. It was September now, and much cooler, so they were able to shut their doors once again. Still, since that first night when Thorin had been incapable of ignoring Bilbo calling his name in such distress, they had both come to an unspoken agreement; if one had a nightmare, then the other would knock on their door and quietly ask if they wanted company.

It seemed to settle them both, and often once they were in the same bed, feeling the weight and warmth of the other beside them, they would both settle into a much more peaceful slumber than if they were apart.

Tonight it was Thorin who had cried out, and Bilbo who had come to him, quietly asking if he had need of him. Thorin had accepted the comfort, wishing he was confident enough to ask the Hobbit to start the night with them sharing a bed, and spare them both the distress. He would only say it was platonic, and of course it would be, but in his heart he wished fervently that it might turn into more, that it might in turn answer another question that he longed to ask, but dare not.

He was shocked and shaken to wake again the same night from another nightmare, despite Bilbo already being beside him. Awakening with a muffled cry, his body taut and chest constricted, he was confused for a moment to find a small hand pressed gently over his heart.

“It’s alright, you’re alright,” Bilbo shushed him softly. “Just a nightmare, Thorin. It’s not real.”

Thorin looked up with wide eyes as Bilbo leant over him, sleep-tousled and concerned, and felt immediately ashamed. He didn’t know why, couldn’t hardly think straight, but it felt like some kind of failure to still be woken so, even with Bilbo as close as he was. Like he was too broken, too used up to ever recover, that he would always be haunted by the horror of his own actions.

“Try to breathe,” Bilbo pressed, his voice quiet, as though afraid they might wake others despite being the only ones in the smial. “It’s okay.”

“I’m fine,” he grit out, turning on the mattress so his back was to Bilbo.

There was a long pause, and Thorin squeezed his eyes shut, trying to breathe normally again through sheer willpower and shame alone. Then Bilbo spoke carefully.

“Would you like for me to leave?”

Thorin’s heart squeezed painfully in his chest. Had he frightened Bilbo? Did he want to leave? But no, surely if that were the case, the Hobbit would simply have gone without a word. He had been trying to offer comfort, and Thorin had snapped at him for it, but only because there was something so unsettling to be looking that the version of Bilbo that tormented his dreams, and waking to be faced with the same visage, only soft with concern for one who did not deserve it.

Still, Thorin knew he was greedy by nature. Selfish. Hateful. He could not help but reach for the things he wanted, even when it was wrong to do so.

“No.”

Another silence followed, shorter this time, before Bilbo sighed quite quietly. “I will not be offended if you wish to be alone, Thorin.”

“No, please,” Thorin shook his head against the pillow, hating how pathetic and weak he sounded. “Please stay.”

Bilbo immediately settled himself back on the bed, and the dwarf was surprised when, instead of simply laying side by side as they always had, not touching and being very careful of one another’s space, an arm was draped carefully over his waist. His heart jumped again, only for a different reason, and he felt the Hobbit press his soft, warm body flush against his broad back.

“I’ll stay as long as you like,” Bilbo promised, his breath puffing against Thorin's shoulder and disturbing his hair very gently. It was hard to breathe again.

Thorin didn’t know how long they lay like that, Bilbo holding him as a lover might, his small hand finding its way back over his heart, the warmth of it seeping through his sleeping tunic and into his skin, into his very bones. His breathing became even again, and he knew that Bilbo was still awake, if only from the way he was still holding him almost protectively. There was a time not too long ago where he would have scoffed at such a notion, but now… now he felt safer than he had in a long time.

“I’m sorry for waking you,” Thorin murmured into the night.

“Don’t apologise,” Bilbo replied, his words like a caress against Thorin’s skin. “You’re still healing, and it takes time.”

Thorin closed his eyes and sighed. “I may never heal fully.”

He felt Bilbo offer some approximation of a shrug from where he was pressed up against his back.

“Maybe, but it will get easier, I’m sure of it,” the Hobbit said. “And I will be here to help, no matter how long it takes. I will be here for the duration, I promise.”

There was such conviction, such earnest faith in his words, that Thorin had no choice but to believe him. He did not remember falling asleep after that, but he must have done almost immediately, the lingering promise of forever giving his fraught mind the peace he so craved, and a fresh hope for eventual recovery.

#bagginshield #the hobbit #bilbo baggins #thorin oakenshield #conkers-theficwriter #bagginshieldtober #bagginshield-tober #light angst #hurt/comfort #fluff #co-sleeping #mild trauma mention #reshirement #stealing moments moments away

[moeblob]

Anyway i should post these to my OC blog but I keep mentioning Ymber here and so you guys are getting forced to see him.

In Deacon's defense, he doesn't think it's weird that he likes being alone in Ymber's temple considering they first met /when he was alone in Ymber's temple/. In Ymber's defense, he knows Deacon has no magical powers and so the whole resonance with the dead is unexpected cause he's never seen Deacon talk to the dead because he's always on duty around Ymber.

So. (jazz hands) Deity of Wet, Ymber.

#my characters #ymber has so much stress and trauma and guilt packed in that lil body #also he tries really hard to keep hyping deacon up to fulj because every single time the two interact #she reports back to ymber to complain that his follower is really weird #so hes like okay gonna make a mild conversation and then deacon says yeah i like to listen to the dead #and ymber is like dude i am trying to help you out and reduce the freak label and you say shit like this #anyway ymber is suffering and i cant stop making him suffer and he has so much trauma #this is the third look for ymber cause the first two were incorrect and so yeah #finally got this dumb guy drawn

[hopefullystillliving]

You ever get lulled into a false sense of security during the first two thirds of a kid's movie that's good with a serious plot but mostly a pretty fun time, only to have the entire final third tear your heart out, chew it up and spit it out, crush it into even finer paste beneath its heel, and add the fine powder your ribs have been turned into by the sledgehammer it whammed you with as a seasoning?

Anyway Nimona was great, 10/10 would recommend, I was crying on and off for what probably totaled 20 minutes of tears.

#hopeful rambling #nimona #cw graphic #i think that's probably the right tag for that description #anyway yes im a little late to the train but i was waiting until i could watch it with my dearest #my takeaway is that they should put a content warning on it for trans people especially bc you will feel punched in the face #that allegory sure can trans. #i think i related to it in a different way than most people #bc being genderqueer yeah nimona going im not a girl im just myself hit home but im not *trans* #so i think i actually ended up projecting onto balistar as someone who deeply loves a trans person (different ways obviously) #being told 'yes you can rejoin the society you betrayed you aren't like *her* you arent a monster everything can go back to what it was #you can be one of the good guys if you reject the freaks' #but they betrayed you first and the good guys aren't good and how things were is worse actually than saying i love you i see you im with you #to the freaks and the monsters who will accept who you are unlike the society that never will always keeping you to an impossible standard #of never being yourself #so yeah the religious/societal prejudice trauma was very felt at some points #and i grieved for nimona not because she was me but because she was my dearest and she was a friend #and she was a thousand people i will never know who decided it was better to die as yourself than be killed as someone you aren't #and didn't have a person to say im sorry. i see you. #anyway. yeah im still crying. altered my brain chemistry is mild i think it rearranged my organs punched a hole in my chest and i thanked it #nimona spoilers

[whumpshaped]

"earning love"

like abused pet whumpee being found in bad condition by caretaker and being so scared of them. but trying to be so obedient so that caretaker will keep them.

or offering up themselves to be beaten by whumper because they know whumper likes that.

YEAHHHH its always so precious,,,

tw past trauma, burns, housefire, mild smoke poisoning, hospital setting, caretaker new master, conditioned whumpee, abandonment

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

Whumpee's eyes fluttered open at the annoying sound, and they found themself in a room they'd never seen before. White walls, white tile floor, white sheets... were they in a hospital?

Right, they were hooked up to a heart monitor. That was the one beeping. They turned their head to the other side, gaze landing on a sleeping stranger in a chair next to them. No, not a stranger... well, a stranger they'd seen once already. Wasn't this the person who carried them out of the house? The smoke had been pretty thick at that point already, but they were pretty sure...

Oh no. The person was waking up.

Whumpee barely had any energy in their body, but it all immediately went to going rigid and motionless. Maybe if they just stayed still, the stranger would fall back asleep. They quickly closed their eyes as well, trying to feign unconsciousness.

"Whumpee? Are you awake?"

Dammit.

They carefully opened their eyes again. "Y-yes, sir." Their throat was painfully dry, but they didn't have the courage to ask for water. Thankfully, they didn't have to.

"Oh, I'm so glad. Thank god. I wasn't sure– here, would you like some water?" They grabbed a cup with a straw in it and quickly filled it with fresh water from the tap, letting Whumpee drink as much as they wanted. Which was a lot. "I'm so glad you seem relatively alright. The burns you have are minor, and the smoke didn't do much damage either. I managed to bring you outside pretty quickly."

"Um... where– where's Whumper?" they asked timidly, and the stranger's expression immediately darkened. "I, I'm sorry, was that a bad question–"

"No, it's... we don't know. They seem to have started the fire, actually. And then they went on the run. Or whatever. We don't really know."

Whumpee swallowed. "Oh."

"I'm sorry. I know that must feel... absolutely awful. But the good news is that you won't be hurt by them again!"

They frowned a little, confused. Hurt? No, at the very most, Whumper was just correcting bad behaviour. Sure, it was painful sometimes, but that was an odd way to describe it. They needed to be 'hurt' sometimes. The loss of that guidance could be devastating, how was that good news?

Still, this person was clearly the new authority. "That's... good, sir. I'm glad."

"You can just call me Caretaker, it's fine."

Whumpee cursed themself internally. Already a fuck-up, as always. Maybe they should've burned. "S-sorry."

"No need to apologise." They glanced at the door, then back at Whumpee. "I'm gonna call a nurse and then we can sort everything out. Where you'll go, stuff like that."

"Okay, s– Catetaker."

They watched as the stranger exited the room, wondering how much of a fuss their lack of a home will cause. Whumper was their home. The only person who cared. Clearly, not anymore, and so... they had no one.

Well, they had Caretaker. Caretaker, who surely didn't need a discarded pet in their home. How could they even explain that they used to be a good pet? Who would believe that? Whumper tried to burn them alive, they tried to burn down an entire house just to watch them be roasted inside. No one would believe them about being a good pet. Good pets don't get cooked alive like a lobster.

Still, they had to try and be as polite and well-behaved as they possibly could be. Maybe then... maybe they'd take pity on them. Maybe they could sleep in a closet, or the bathtub. Whatever unused little space Caretaker had, maybe they could squeeze inside and disappear.

~

general drabbles taglist: @ashh-ed @whumpsday @whump-queen @the-scrapegoat @hidden-dreamland @rosewriteswhump @dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night @whumpkinpie @delicateprincepaper @whumppmuhw @whump-em @cyborg0109 @morning-star-whump @justanotherlokifan

#asks #just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi #whump #whump drabble #past trauma #burns #housefire #mild smoke poisoning #hospital setting #caretaker new master #conditioned whumpee #abandonment #recovery fic

[cupids-fiction]

apologies if this is insensitive but can we commission neil gaiman to rewrite the bible because i think his version of hell is much more plausible than the whole fiery demon siphilus-type stuff

#neil gaiman #and his biblical references #(again sorry if this comes off wrong i have weird mild religious trauma) #dead boy detectives #lucifer tv #netflix lucifer #good omens #and we’d be called the gaymen #hahaha funny eli no ones ever made that joke before #shut up

[blinkpen]

[bonk] / which way is up

#mog art #artists on tumblr #demersa #head trauma cw #blood cw #bare chest cw #body horror mild

[hrtpizza]

Little Peppino :)

#peppino #gustavo #pizza tower #he didnt change much minus the trauma #maybe a bit more mild mannered? #as opposed to now. hes just tired now. but before #he was just niceys and kind of a crybaby and startled easy #but was simultaneously not to be messed with