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waywardsunlight · 1 year
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arsynnotarson · 8 months
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why do antis say we're "triggering ourselves" or "reliving our trauma" because we ship the way we do..... we're not..???? its fiction. not the actual figures.
and even if we were, thats none of your business, and death threats aren't gonna help us either
literally goes to show that antis dont care about victims that cope in a way thats not aesthetic to them.
fiction isnt real. harassment is.
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snowe-zolynn-rogers · 27 days
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Pairings: None
Word Count: 1,191 Words
Summary: Ruin fails. Furrily?
Warnings: Death (mentioned), Near Death (mentioned), Crying, Angst, Shock, Cursing, Trauma, Newborn Kitten Care (aka helping them eat and go to the bathroom), let me know if I should add anything else.
Multiversal Kittening?
"I don't wanna go…" Solar muttered as he felt his body deteriorating, changing, turning into something like dust.
"You don't have to!" Moon insisted, holding onto Solar's arms as they deteriorated and Moon's hands slipped through the air they used to be in as Solar felt darkness fall around him.
Moon stared at where he's slipped through, falling onto his face on the ground as he fell through where Solar had stood and ended him up onto the ground. Moon was hyperventilating still, body shaking as he tried to keep himself together, oil-based tears sliding down his face and staining the blue and silver surface of his faceplate with the clearish-amber tears.
Moon stayed on the ground, not wanting to get up as he heard Sun screaming something, Moon couldn't hear what Sun was saying, everything he heard was ringing, his audio sensors were muffled by something, his processors were buffering, something was wrong. Something was wrong and Moon couldn't move or think or hear.
Moon felt someone touching his shoulder and finally managed to pick his head up to see his twin shaking his arm to get him to respond, shaking Moon out of his shock. Sun was in tears too.
"Moon!" Sun urged his twin back. Moon looked to be in shock on the floor, face down and unmoving. Now that Sun had shaken him, Moon did look like he was recovering a little bit.
"Moon, sit up. Be careful." Sun guided Moon to sit up against the nightstand and Moon gazed at him, tears still not stopping but Sun knew it was better for his brother to just cry than bottle it up.
"Sun…" Moon muttered.
"I'm here. It's okay. Moon, it's okay." Sun told him.
"He's dead." Moon reminded his twin. Nothing was okay. Solar was dead, their brother was dead, Moon's best friend was dead.
"I know." Sun sighed softly. Sun then whipped his head to the side and Moon's head followed, looking at Ruin moving. "Don't you fucking move!" Sun snarled at Ruin.
"I will not. I surrendered." Ruin told them cheerily, sitting on the bed. While Sun was busy glaring at Ruin, Moon felt something against his right leg between his leg and Sun's. Moon looked down at it and saw a tiny little kitten. Did Sun get a new cat?
It looked like a newborn kitten with calico fur with the face half orange on the right and half black on the left with it's body swirled throughout with orange, black, and white fur. Its eyes were still closed, ears still curled and it was wriggling against his leg, bonking his leg softly with its tiny head to get his attention.
The kitten gave a tiny squeak of a meow and rolled on its side as it lost its balance and flopped onto its side on the floor, exposing the black and white belly it had with an Eclipse symbol on its belly. Moon's eyes widened as he saw the symbol. Solar? Was Solar a kitten?
"Moon? Moon!" Sun was looking at Moon again before looking down at the kitten and Sun's eyes widened too. "Solar?" Sun whispered as his hands carefully scooped the tiny kitten into them, cradling him away from the wood floor in his hands. The tiny kitten was so small that he fit into only one of Sun's hands and it squirmed a bit, squeaking and demanding attention and warmth.
"Is that Solar?" Moon asked softly.
"I think so." Sun admitted as he showed the kitten to Moon, whose tears began falling faster again as he looked at the kitten.
"What…?" Ruin muttered, looking over the kitten, who wriggled in Sun's hands as if attempting to get to Moon.
"Moon, he's getting cold and your engine is warmer than mine." Sun told his twin. Moon raised a shaky hand, terrified of hurting him and gently pet Solar's tiny forehead, making the kitten squeak at him with joy. Moon looked at Sun and back to Solar before taking off his hat and gingerly taking Solar out of Sun's hands.
"Good thinking, Moon." Sun told him, helping hold Moon's hat for Moon to safely place Solar in the warm hat. Once Moon had placed him int the hat, Sun wrapped Solar in the hat like a swaddle and gently placed him on Moon's chest so the warmth of Moon's engines would keep Solar warm.
"Be gentle. Not too tight holding him." Sun instructed Moon, placing Moon's hands to hold Solar up against him while Moon sniffled and held Solar as carefully as possible. Solar mewled softly, almost like he was whining.
"He's hungry. Come on. I have some milk for my cats he can have." Sun guided Moon up to his feet and then turned to glare at Ruin. "Don't you dare leave this room!" Sun hissed at him.
"I won't." Ruin agreed and raised his hands. Sun then guided Moon out to the kitchen and got out the kitten milk replacement for Solar and the tiny feeding syringe and nipple he had left over from finding Shadow a couple of months ago now.
Sun cleaned and sanitized the syringe and nipple and mixed together 2.25ml of the milk replacement before he drew the 2.25ml up into the syringe and put the nipple onto it and showed it to Moon.
"Do you want me to show you?" Sun asked.
"Yeah…" Moon admitted.
"Alright, put him on the counter if he feels human temperature." Sun told him. Moon felt over Solar's belly and he did feel warm enough, so moon placed Solar on the counter on a towel that Sun laid out for him.
"You just let him sit on his little butt and you put your thumb and middle fingers under his chin to hold up his head but don't squeeze because you're holding his neck, you're just holding his head up a little bit so he swallows." Sun told Moon as he narrated what he was doing once he unraveled Solar from Moon's hat.
"Then you get the nipple in his mouth and very slowly push down on the plunger. You don't want him aspirating because he's too tiny to cough it back up." Sun told him as he very slowly pushed the plunger and Solar greedily suckled at the nipple on the syringe, making little noises as he did so that Moon thought were adorable.
"I know it's probably going to feel weird, but kittens need help going to the bathroom until they're about a month old, so just use a washcloth and it'll help him go to the bathroom and clean him up." Sun finished feeding Solar and used a clean washcloth to help Solar go to the bathroom, Solar squeaking like a mouse with annoyance the whole time until Sun finished cleaning him off with a warm damp paper towel and a dry one to keep him dry and warm.
Sun rebundled Solar into Moon's hat and settled the kitten back into Moon's arms. Moon cradled him close and Moon watched the wriggling little kitten get comfortable and go to sleep against him, nuzzling against Moon's chest.
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clownrecess · 1 year
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I was wondering, why don't you speak? Is it a conscious decision for your own comfort or is it that you physically can't? /g /nf
(tw for extremely brief trauma mention)
When I was a small child, I didn't have any speech delays. I developed oral speech at the same time as my peers and was able to adequately communicate using oral speech.
When I was 8, my ability to use oral speech was still existent, and for the most part easy, however when I became distressed oral speech was notably more tiring for me, and would result in me becoming more frustrated and upset. I don't believe this was noticeable to anybody else, but it is something I remember experiencing.
When I was 9 (which was a particularly traumatic time for me), I began loosing speech for short periods of time (like 30 minutes to two hours), and had made a bad quality communication board that I would use around my friends, and had an AAC app on my phone that I would use at home sometimes (albeit it was not taken seriously, and was seen primarily as something I was doing for fun). During these times I physically could not use oral speech, my brain felt like it was preventing me from accessing my oral speech.
At around 10 my difficulty using oral speech increased, and I would have no access to oral speech for time periods of around one day to a week.
When I was 11 I had my first long period of no oral speech, which was four months. During this time I originally began using a free AAC app on a really old android tablet that barely worked. Later on my school provided me with an I-Pad that had both LAMP Words For Life and Proloquo2go on it. I used both, but mostly LAMP because my speech therapist at the time thought it would be better for my personal motor skills.
After that four months I was able to use impaired oral speech at home, but not at school, this lasted for one or two months. During this time I got an android tablet with TalkTabletPRO on it.
After this I used oral speech full time with only very short two hours long nonspeaking periods during times I was really upset (for example when my fish died), for around a year (which was extremely exhausting, because I was forcing myself, which ended up making my mental health horrible and I was terribly burnt out). I was forcing myself to use oral speech at the time because me using AAC was accepted, but treated as less than, and I was scared people would be angry with me.
When I was 12 my oral speech was slowly beginning to decline again.
Later on (maybe mid 13?) I lost all oral speech for two days, and then eventually having oral speech that was really impaired. During this time I also only had acsess to oral speech at home, and not at school. Eventually resulting in a longer fully nonspeaking period.
This continued for a very long time, and my oral speech fluctuated a lot, ranging from short nonspeaking periods to longer ones.
Where I am at currently, I have acsess to zero oral speech (outside of occasionally mumbling hard to understand words when alone as a stim, or to my gecko. These words would not be able to be understood by other people.).
I currently use the same tablet that had TalkTabletPRO on it, except I now use Avaz instead of TalkTabletPRO. Avaz works much better for me, and allows me to use the voice I want to use.
It feels like there is a wall or block in my brain that stops me from acsessing the area of my brain that oral speech is located. I can try to use oral speech, but often times it just physically will not come out at all, or it will come out but is fully incoherent and I cant even understand it. Usually it just wont come out at all, though. It is not a purposeful thing I do for comfort, I physically can not speak.
I use a few different terms to describe my speech, but I usually say I am nonspeaking, primarily nonspeaking, or situationally nonspeaking. I do not feel that the term semispeaking is fitting for me, because I am not a speaking person who loses speech when under stress. I loose oral speech under stress, yes, but also loose it for no reason, and when I loose oral speech it is not usually for short periods. I loose speech for long periods of time and when I do use oral speech it is often impaired (usually just stuttering, but sometimes it is fully incoherent or doesnt match up with what I want to say.). I am also nonspeaking most of the time, which also makes me feel that semispeaking isnt the term for me. I feel most comfortable with being called nonspeaking or primarily nonspeaking, but situationally nonspeaking is also okay. I use AAC almost full time.
My experience is different than life long nonspeakers, because I am a nonspeaking person who lost consistent speech later in life. When I say I am nonspeaking online people tend to think I am a life long nonspeaker, and I want to make it clear I am not. Whilst it is important to listen to my experiences too, it is also important to listen to the experiences of life long nonspeakers.
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googleplusart · 7 months
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Multi alter post oh yeah
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lacetrauma · 1 month
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im sorry that i don’t have much to say anymore. im not as creative as I used to be
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mangora · 9 months
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I think Svetlana is the character ever. She’s a gymnast. She’s traumatized. She’s been in the olympics multiple times. She’s 16. She gets called a commie by an old man who is also her alter. She’s trans. She kicks ass at game show challenges. She just wants everyone to be happy. She agreed to a murder suicide pact. She’s the most reasonable person ever. She’s completely unhinged. She has vocal stims. She barely speaks any English. She’s funny as hell. She beat up her system’s host. She loves women. She was forced to do circus tricks for an evil twink. She makes lipstick just appear on her face when she fronts. She plays card games with that same old man and also a greaser who is also her alter in her free time. She had to sculpt fish out of butter. She’s literally so <3
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gooberino · 1 year
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Instances of Father being abused in the show: Flinching when grandpa swings his arm at him, showing he's likely been physically abused.
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He still craves Grandfathers validation even after being competely dismissed by him multiple times. He wants to stand up to him but he doesn't have the strength to do so, so he slips into his old ways.
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He becomes extremely depressed and self destructive when he's at first dismissed by Grandfather.
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A more minor one but he clearly has trauma being forced to eat things he didn't like as a kid. It causes him to just regress completely back to the moment it happened! Kinda like PTSD.
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theautisticfroglord · 7 months
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Pairing - William x Yami x reader
Fic Type - hurt-comfort
Warnings - trauma mention, mental breakdowns
Notes - to explain the pairing (do I even call it that?? Pairing usually means two- ), this has william in a poly relationship with you and yami, and I hope i did a good job at writing it :3c also @kray-dragon hello hi
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The Captain of the Golden Dawn, William Vangeance, is a powerful man, and he seems to be unfazed by most. Though, he only seems that way on the surface, only to those who aren’t close enough to him. You and Yami, on the other hand, know him all too well. You’re both his partners, and he trusts you both enough to tell you his feelings, and what he has experienced; he’s been through a lot, and that causes his emotions to spiral when he remembers some of the trauma that weighs down upon him at times. He only expresses this in front of you and Yami.
One day, you unsuspectingly walked into the room where William lives, wanting to just relax with your lover. Then, when you walk inside, you notice how something feels off, but you can’t tell what. Suddenly, you realize what’s off when you hear soft, breathless crying coming from his bedroom. You feel startled, and wonder if he’s alright, so you run to where he is to check on him. William didn’t notice you were at his place, but he realized you were when he heard footsteps.
William had locked his door because he felt paranoid. You found this out when you attempted to open the door to his bedroom. When he hears the doorknob jingle, he starts to cry harder. You hear this, and begin to become more concerned. William never showed any signs of distress the day before, and you feel scared that something is terribly wrong.
“Will… dearest, are you alright? Why did you lock the door?” You ask, hoping he hears you. He only responds in incomprehensible sobs and whimpers. You remember that you have a key just in case, so you pull it out of your bag and unlock the door. William sobs and cries out as he hears the door unlocking and the doorknob turns. Once you open the door, you look around his room, and you see him crying on the floor, his knees tucked in his chest.
William looks up at you, flushed with tears and embarrassment that you had to see him in this state. You’ve never seen William this distressed before. You shut the door behind you, and walk up to your partner as he continues to cry uncontrollably. As you sit down, you realize what’s happening; William is stressed from the trauma he’s experienced.
“Hold on, honey, I need to get something,” You whisper, trying to keep him calm as you grab some fluffy blankets from the other side of his room. You also find pillows for him, so you walk back to where he’s sitting. William is still rocking back and forth, tears still streaming down his cheeks; you notice he’s tired from the crying but he still can’t help it.
“I’m sorry this is happening to you, my love,” you whisper, wrapping blankets around him, and placing pillows under him so he feels more comfortable. You place your hand on his face, noting how warm he feels and the way he flinches whenever you touch him in this state. As you lay down next to him and put blankets over yourself as well, you feel sorrowful because of how clearly damaged William is from what’s happened to him. Though, you’re glad that you can check on him and make sure he’s alright whenever he spirals like this.
“It’s going to be okay, sweetness, I love you so much,” you whisper lovingly, kissing him and encouraging him. William shyly wraps his arms around you.
“That’s it, my pretty songbird… I’m here,” you mumble to William, causing him to cry harder. You let him wrap himself around you more, knowing it makes him feel more safe. Petting his hair, you continue to whisper to him as he wails against your shoulder. You feel his tears dampen your shirt as you softly kiss his forehead. William begins to fall asleep due to him calming down a little. His sobs begin to quiet down because of how exhausted he is.
As he falls unconscious, he continues to softly cry and sniffle. You roll onto your side and kiss him sweetly, noticing that he’s still so, so pretty.
“I’m so, so sorry, my darling… I have to get up for a few minutes, I’ll be right back, I swear… just wait for me, lovely,” you mumble, tucking him in a little more as you have him hug the pillows in the same way he was hugging you. After you kiss him on the forehead once more, you leave the room to go to the kitchen. You’re making tea for William to help him calm down when you hear a knock on the door. You answer to see it’s Yami.
“Oh, h-hello, Yami, what are you doing here?” You ask, slightly nervous for him to see William right now.
“Just here to see Goldie, also, what’s that wet spot on your shirt?” Yami chuckles, pointing to the small damp patch.
“Well… I can explain, but… I’m making tea for him right now, can you wait in the kitchen for a moment?” You request, still a little nervous, but you know that Yami wouldn’t judge William for his emotions. You go back into his bedroom, and you kneel down next to him, recognizing that he’s still a little conscious.
“Hey, beautiful… Yami’s here right now…” you whisper calmly to him, letting William know so he doesn’t get startled. As you walk back to the kitchen, you think about how he might actually feel better with both his lovers comforting him through his spiral. Then, you hear the kettle whistling, so you pour the tea into cups, and then pull out a third one from the cupboard for Yami.
“So… do you want any tea?” You ask before you pour into the third cup, looking back at him.
“Yeah, I guess,” he responds. You pour the third cup and place it on a platter, and then gesture Yami to come with you. You both walk to William’s room, and you halt before opening the door.
“Before we go in here, I want to let you know that William’s been going through a lot, and he’s been crying; try to be gentle with him because he needs it right now,” you explained quietly.
“Oh, so that’s why you wouldn’t let me go into his room?” Yami realizes. You nod before opening the door. As you place the tea down on the floor near the blanket pile, Yami observes how pretty William looks after he cries. He sits down next to him, softly touching his damp cheek. William senses that Yami is there, so he opens his eyes a little.
“Yami… Y/N…” he mumbles with a weak and soft smile on his face.
“Hey there, sleeping beauty,” Yami teases lightly, making William softly chuckle. You smile at how he already made him feel a little better; you realize that your idea was a good one. Sitting down next to William, you cuddle up to him, and Yami does the same.
“I made some tea for you… I love you, honey,” you purr, kissing his neck. You give William the tea cup and he takes a sip, and you can’t help but to blush at how sweet he looks. His cheeks are still flushed from crying. Yami notices this and holds his free hand.
“You alright, Will?” he asks, leaning up to him more. Both you and William notice that Yami’s tone of voice is more gentle and serious than usual.
“I am now, because you’re both here,” he mumbles, looking down into his tea.
“I’m glad that we could make you feel better, sweetheart,” you whisper to him. At first, William thought that being in a relationship with both you and Yami would be a little stressful. Now, he realizes that this relationship has helped him more than he could have thought.
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luciehercndale · 1 month
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Thought about Lila's trauma and drinking as her copying mechanism to deal with her emotions (in relation to her relationship with Kell but also with Alucard) so I wrote a post because I had so much to say :)
Special mention to @bluecichlid because your comment under my Lila meets her father again fanfic inspired part of this post so thank you lol
tw: alcohol mention, tw: trauma mention, tw: anxiety mention
We know from bits here and there that Lila's father was an alcoholic and she often ran away from home and he didn't even notice. This forced Lila grow up fast and her needs were never met. Lila using her father's copying mechanism to avoid dealing with things (mostly emotionally related) is not surprising. No one taught her what in psychology is defined as "emotional literacy", which is the skill to understand/deal with emotions related to oneself and the outside world. She learned that by herself by trial and error and observation, but of course this human skill is also sharpened by interactions a person has with their caregiver(s) and with their peers, which help us regulate our emotions and act according to what society expects us to do. From the look of it, Lila doesn't seem to have had any meaningful relationships after she left her father for good. Barron was a fatherly figure to her but she never truly let him in. Then she met Kell, and her life began to change because he was the first person with whom she was able to make a deeper connection. Then came Alucard, with whom she equally shares a deep connection which is different from the one she has with Kell, and many many more. I only mention them because they are important for the discourse I'm making in this post.
Lila likes to drink as a way not to process her emotions and numb them, because she is avoidant and dismissive just like her caregiver used to be. Drinking is her response to trauma. It's Lila's favorite copying mechanism along with fighting (both physical and magical) to blow off steam. It's the quickest way to kick her emotions to the curb because they are too much and she isn't sure she can control them. She doesn't want to be crushed by them, which scares her (hence avoidant but she also wants to feel). But canon hints that Lila prefers to drink alone rather than with someone. She doesn't feel safe drinking with others because she doesn't want to lose control, so she tries not to exaggerate.
Lila's drinking in relation to Kell: trying not to think about him hurting in tftop + Kell rewiring Lila's past trauma into a good one
Her drinking is often emphasized after she goes or someone is going through something. For example in tftop, she goes with the crew to drink after the fight on the vessel where Kell gets hurt by his magic and she knows he needs to be alone. She tries to divert her feelings (being worried about Kell and wanting to comfort him but being unable to do so) by celebrating the mission the crew accomplished, but she ends up thinking about him anyway while she drinks by herself.
I mentioned this moment specifically because this is one of the moments in the series where Lila has a positive outcome linked to her drinking, and it rewires her past traumatic experience. When she returns to the ship after drinking, Kell is waiting for her. He pretends to be sleeping because he doesn't want to appear anxious when she's out at night, since she prides of her independence and knows how to take care of herself. But Lila knows that he is waiting and she has an ambivalent reaction to it. She is glad but she also thinks he doesn't need to do that because she doesn't need to be looked after. So Kell tries to meet her in between by pretending to sleep, knowing that he needs to trust her or his anxiety will eat him. Kell fears abandonment as much as Lila does, and by doing what her father never did, he gives her the safety she needs and whom she doesn't dare to ask for from him. She equally gives him the safety he needs when she returns safely into his arms at night.
The same happens in acol while they are on the Ghost. Lila drinks while she plays and loses her boots to Jasta, and Kell gives her his so she can have her boots back. They have a moment before the ship is attacked and Kell asks how much did she drink. Liquid courage makes her honest and she confesses she rarely drinks in company because she doesn't want to be caught unawares.
Drinking and having fun is a way to deal with everything happening (risking to die because of Osaron, Lila finally accepting her feelings for Kell/his feelings for her, dealing with her new identity as an antari). But she instantly sobers up once she realizes that they are all in danger and we see how quickly the adrenaline makes her react to the new situation.
Kell tries to help Lila relax after a bad drinking experience
Another moment I want to point out in relation to Lila, Kell and drinking is when Hastra gives Lila the tonic to make her sleep. Kell gets mad at Hastra for spiking her drink because he knows how much she would hate that because it was done against her consent. When they are in Verose in tftop, in fact, Lila doesn't seem to want to drink at first, but Kell encourages her by saying: "not everything is a trap," and she decides to trust him and tries to relax. It tugs at her heartstrings that he sees her and is learning and trying to silently support her when she doesn't even know she needs support. This is love.
Lila's drinking in relation to Alucard: he wants to get information out of her + he's also a sort of confidante to her
There are other moments where she drinks while she is with Alucard in agos and he's trying to find things about her while teaching her magic. However, when she drinks with him and the crew she is guarded, and she never drinks enough to lose control and never does things she would regret. Her drinking is calculated.
Lila also drinks with Alucard in tftop. Alucard jokes and says "I'm far more fun than Kell," when he asks Lila why she's there to drink. She agrees, but her mask slips because it's easier to show Alucard (who I consider Lila's bff) how she really feels. Lila doesn't openly say that she's worried about Kell but Alucard understands because he is good at observing people just like Lila. She also lets him in her plans to catch the Hand. Alucard was the only one who knew about Kosika, about the Hand meeting and more - things Lila didn't tell Kell. That's not casual. Lila confides in Alucard because he is a friend and because it's easier to talk to him than to confide in Kell, with whom she's romantically involved and was in a difficult moment at that point of the story. She precisely avoids to talk to him about this because she loves him too much and she doesn't want to burden him. She knows he would worry too much if she did, and she doesn't want to add that burden to the emotional baggage he's been carrying for years. It's Lila's way to protect Kell from potential harm.
I wanted to say more things but I said enough lmao. Thank you if you read so far and if you have thoughts, feel free to interact <3
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whumpshots · 10 months
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Whump Snippet Saturday #33
It's been a while since whumpee was able to go outside without coming home drenched in sweat and shaking, almost throwing up. They see whumper lurking everywhere, their anxiety spikes way too high whenever they hear a noise.
But whumpee forces themselves to go outside, not wanting whumper to have these lasting effects on them. Their confidence shatters like glass when someone hoots their car horn only a few metres away and panic grasps their heart with ice-cold hands.
Looking for a way out, they run into a stranger, who looks at them with raised brows as they try to keep their shaky hands under control, tears only waiting to spill and roll down their cheeks. Walking around confused and disoriented, they suddenly feel a hand on their arm.
"Too loud?", a gruff voice asks and whumpee grits their teeth, but nods softly. "Let's get you inside for a minute," caretaker mutters and gives them a small smile, a hand on their back already guiding them into a small store. "It gets better with time, kid. Just take a deep breath right now."
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w1lmuttart · 2 years
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Mobbin time
Spoilers for last arc of mp100 (and blood) down below
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Ritsu almost repeating the traumatic event that put a strain on his and Shigeo’s relationship in the first place by nearly letting ???% hurt him in order to wake his brother up is something I will never get over actually what the fuck
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kazik-izakk · 6 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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snowe-zolynn-rogers · 28 days
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Kitten Solar: *little mews and wriggling for attention*
Moon: *sobbing and hyper-traumatized as he cradles kitten Solar as careful as he can*
Moon: It’s okay, you’re okay, you’re warm, you’re okay, Solar.
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vinceymakesblogs · 6 months
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A year ago, I heard about Wendell & Wild being made way back in late August. I did research on it and got excited, talking about it to everyone I know.
I remember getting into this fandom and making memes in the middle of art class, making theories, edits.. All of that.
September comes around, me and my friends get hyped as sneak peaks and little advertisements for it roam around, I end up making Wendell my F/O and count how many days we have left until it releases.
Finally, October comes around. A year ago today I bought a shit ton of snacks for my friends and watched this wonderful movie with them at my old house. That night, I felt heard and healed from my trauma after so many years.
Without this movie, I don’t know where I would be today. So I just want to say thank you to everyone reading this and to the creators. You guys mean a lot to me and I love you guys like family.
Happy 1 year Anniversary, Wendell & Wild!!
- Love, Vin. 💜
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mywingsareonwheels · 8 months
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Modern technology/works/understanding/etc. I'd like to give "Endeavour" characters...
Morse: noise-cancelling headphones, an mp3 player with a huge amount of opera on it, non-alcoholic real ales (St Peter's Without, the alcohol-free Doom Bar, etc.), a subscription to medici.tv, awareness of Joyce DiDonato's voice. Shadi Bartsch's translation of The Aeneid. Awareness of ADHD and autism as Relevant To Him and some suitable online community. Also some therapy but that goes without saying...
Fred Thursday: Fred. <3 awareness of PTSD and C-PTSD as A Thing and both being relevant in his case (from the war & work and his childhood respectively) even more therapy than Morse needs. All those youtube channels with 24/7 livestreams of various wildlife. The complete works of Terry Pratchett. I'm almost tempted to say fandom spaces because the gentler of them might actually appeal to him a lot.
Max Debryn: more recent medical knowledge. Modern queer community including the more awesome online bits. The work of recently rediscovered composers such as Barbara Strozzi and Joseph Bologne. Possibly Carol Ann Duffy's poetry. Elly Griffiths' "Ruth Galloway" novels if he fancies a busman's holiday read. ;-) Other than that I think he has more to teach us than the other way around. :-)
Peter Jakes: see Fred re: PTSD and C-PTSD awareness and a huge amount of therapy. I'm tempted to add at least the option of more recent help with giving up smoking given a lot more is understood these days. A Netflix subscription and an excellent gaming system. Instant messenger things so he can keep in touch with Oxford friends while in the US.
Joan Thursday: an environment in which it's more usual for women to not give up their jobs on marriage (or not get married at all). A lot of more recent folk rock, singer-songwriter, pop, and indie music might hit the spot for her to add to what she already loves. Yet more therapy. An awesome community of intersectional feminists. The complete works of bell hooks.
Win Thursday: oh Win. Therapy, the Open University. Really good couples therapy with Fred because they clearly love each other so much but *boy* do they fuck up towards each other (mostly him, but not only him). Instant messenger for better keeping in touch with everyone. An air fryer.
Sam Thursday: more therapy, and addiction help. Anger management help. Oh bless him. <3
Reginald Bright: grief counselling, instant messenger, Abir Mukherjee's detective novels, online ordering of Indian groceries, places online to put his art and get it fully admired, and then instant messenger once he moves back to India.
Jim Strange: honestly? he's the only one who seems to weirdly thrive in the time he lives. But I *would* like to throw intersectional feminist, LGBT+ and anti-racism literature at him to help avoid his less admirable moments. And actually some online community (fandom even?) so he has more people to bond with that aren't at the Lodge or at work...
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