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phrogarmyinvasion · 1 month

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this just in: 19 year old crumples under the weight of academics, legal battle preparation, ongoing and unresolved trauma, lack of sleep, activism, and an identity crises. critics have claimed it is "not healthy to drink coffee and avoid sleeping", but their cries have so far gone unheard. the 19 year old in question is unsure what can be done to aid in their situation, and continues to overwork themself without sustaining a healthy diet. more on this after the break

#life #life is hard #my therapist doesn't get paid enough for this #tbh neither do i #i need to get paid more #ptsd #no like actually #actually ptsd #reliving trauma #i'm done #i can't #i hate it here #i hate this #fight the system #fight the power #but please take care of yourself #i would kill for a cigarette right now and i don't even smoke

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im-here-to-whine · 4 months

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"Oh why don't you sleep" "You should sleep more" Then make the fuckin realistic nightmares stop, yeah you know the ones I keep having where similar situations happen and now although I have the littlest bit of control I still can't make it not happen. If you want me to sleep for more than 4hrs THEN MAKE IT STOP YOU FUCKIN BITCH

#tw nightmares #reliving trauma #vent post #tw vent #sleep deprivation #I also do it as a punishment #like oh you did nothing the whole day #can't sleep now you bitch

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pagan-mushroom · 1 year

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So, my previous reblog from what @vislokawitch shared with me brought up some memories...

Near where I live there is a huge open farm land simply called the moors. It is a wild place where sheep graze unbothered and Heather grows in abundance. There is often not many trees, treacherous bogs and mushrooms to pick.

It is also home to hares.

One summer day, me and my family had a picnic up on the moors. No one around for miles. I spotted a hare and it just sat there, watching us and ran away eventually.

As we were leaving, we noticed more hares. And then more hares.

And then more hares.

It ended up with my dad grabbing my younger brother who was five at the time, my mum grabbing the plastic bag, because despite being surrounded by fifty or so hares, you don't leave any rubbish and me screaming my 7 year old head off and diving back into the car and then driving very slowly so my mum didn't see one get hit.

This made it ao much worse because it gave a chance for fifty or so hares to sit or stand and stare at us as we slowly drove away. One followed us for about a mile, clocking our speed of 60mph

I had nightmares that hare was coming to kill us.

#rabbits and hares #stuff of nightmares #reliving trauma #okay it wasnt that traumatic #i was 7 #hares are evil

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seventhlevelofhell · 11 months

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‘’When people start reliving their trauma, the timekeeping part of the brain that tells you, that was then and this is now, tends to go offline.’’

- Bessel Van der Koll, MD

#trauma #reliving trauma #bessel van der kolk

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mydearestreaderfanfics · 2 years

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A Little Out of the Ordinary

Warnings: violence, death, broken bones, trauma, reliving trauma, war

Pairing: Lucifer/Reader

Word Count: TBD

Prompt: Whumptober Day 1 - Adverse Effects

Summary: When Lucifer recieves a mysterious package that transforms him into his angelic form, he and MC must find a way to navigate his past and find a way to restore him to his true form.

Author's Note: I wanted to post on Day 1 of Whumptober, but I have fallen behind. I will update this fic as soon as it is finished. It's canon compliant until it's not. Reader goes by MC in this. As always, no beta we die like Lilith.

The light had long since been extinguished from the sky, and after a long nightly routine of bidding each brother goodnight, you were tucked cozy into your bed. You were in and out of dozing when you heard the familiar ping of your D.D.D. Sleep eluded you as you sat up to see just who had messaged you– probably Leviathan, he really is the only one that would still be awake at this hour. Much to your surprise it was Lucifer. It pinged again as you swiped open to view the messages.

MC, I have a favor to ask of you. If you are still awake, please head to my room right away.

Naturally, Lucifer’s tone was forthright, you’d never known him to be anything but, however there was a certain… desperation to his message. Tossing the blankets back and padding quietly (but very quickly) to Lucifer’s room didn’t require a second thought, much less a first. Whatever was wrong, he had asked for you specifically and you would be damned if you didn’t do your best to fix whatever was troubling the oldest born.

You knocked quietly on the door, peeping in when you heard Lucifer’s quiet confirmation to enter. At first you didn’t see him, the office-like room seemingly empty. It wasn’t until you caught a shuffle in your peripheral by his bed that you realized that the man was sat in the corner of his room shrouded by the shadows.

“Luci, dearest, what’s going on?”

You were met with silence before you saw his figure rise, stepping forward into the light of the moon that poured from the window. White. It was the first thing you noticed. His coat, his shoes, his wings. All six of them. Your hands flew to your mouth, covering the gasp even before it fell from your lips. He was blinding– angelic.

“Oh my. Um, wow? How did this,” you gestured mildly to his now angelic form, “happen?”

The man before you dragged a hand down his face, sighing deeply. “I received a package. It’s over on the desk.”

Following his line of sight you found the box sitting there, a large golden tassel sitting inside looking as if it had been haphazardly discarded there. Lucifer must have tossed it back in at some point. You reached gingerly towards it before you felt a firm hand grip yours. “Don’t. There’s no telling what effect it might have on you.”

You tilted your head to see him, hand sliding up to slip your fingers through his. “It did this to you?”

Another solemn sigh slipped from his lips. “Unfortunately. I would rather my pesky brothers not see me like this. I will need you to assist me in undoing whatever curse seems to have been placed on me.”

“Of course. Do you have any idea what we might need to undo this?”

Lucifer stepped from behind you to take his place next to you. With one hand still tenderly linked with yours he picked the tassel up to inspect it. As he did you noticed the way the golden material caught the moonlight. As it shifted in his grasp the golden flecks of light that bounced off of it seemed to grow in intensity until it filled your vision entirely. You blinked harshly, trying to regain your surroundings but every time you opened them again all you saw was gold. Lucifer’s hand moved from yours to hold you tighter to him, the warmth of his steadfast body matching the ethereal glow that had swallowed you whole.

It was impossible to tell just how long it had been before the light finally subsided and you were able to take in your surroundings once more. You were no longer in Lucifer’s room, instead you seemed to be in a scene out of a storybook. Before you laid a meadow filled with flowers and in the distance sat a castle that was almost comically beautiful in its grandness. Everything was beautiful, far too beautiful. The grass was too green. The flowers were too red with a scent that made you nauseous with how sweet it was. The air around you had light beaming in beautifully perfect circles like a photo ripped straight from Asmo’s Devilgram. Hell, there was even a rainbow whose placement looked staged from its position in the sky encircling the castle. The whole place burned your eyes in its oversaturated perfection. It felt very much like you shouldn’t be seeing what was before you. You realized it even before Lucifer spoke that the two of you had somehow been transported into the Celestial Realm. Nowhere else could be so empyrean.

“How–” You were interrupted as an explosion sounded in the distance. It broke the perfectly crafted stillness of the scenery around you. Lucifer’s hand at your waist dug at the flesh there in a way you doubt was intentional, but stung nonetheless. “Ow!”

In an instant his hand was gone, moving back only to gently rub the area. Though he didn’t say it, you knew he was apologetic. “MC…” A fire erupted in a distance closer to you.

“Lucifer what’s going on?”

When he spoke his voice was strained– if you didn’t know better you’d say he sounded scared. “It appears we have been transported to my past.”

“Your past? You mean– Lucifer, are you saying– is this the war?” An explosion burst, falmes licking the sky.

“The Great Celestial War, yes.” Another fire, screaming.

“What– um, what do we do?” It was getting louder, hotter.

Lucifer swallowed audibly. “I have a suspicion where we need to go.” They were moving in closer still.

Your hand shook as you took his. “Then by all means, lead the way.”

#whumptober2022 #no.1 #adverse effects #obey me shall we date #fanfiction #violence #death #broken bones #trauma #reliving trauma #war #lucifer x reader #lucifer obey me #mod alex

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catsp1racy · 1 year

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Fic recs #46

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40099698/chapters/100428444

#drarry #pre slash #trauma #reliving trauma #age regression #whump #post second wizarding war #traumatized harry potter #abused harry potter #child abuse #mind healer draco malfoy

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vivispec · 2 years

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it’s been a long day

prompt: fetal position | going into shock

fandom: dragon age inquisition

characters: viera’vun, iloniyn, varric

tags: rogue!inquisitor, post-canon, dalish ocs, panic attack, emotional shock, reliving trauma, arrow wound, self-sacrifice, platonic soulmates, viera pov

“A glint of armor, the flash of an emblem, anything to hint at the reason why they might take him away from her. She needed to know. Hands wrapped tight her nas’falon— the sharer of her soul, the only person always by her side—and she felt as if she might collapse beneath the weight.

‘I can’t do this again.’”

While walking in the woods together outside Kirkwall, Iloniyn gets between Viera and the arrow that would take her life. Transported back to the time when she lost someone else dear to her, Viera keeps it together long enough to drag her hunting partner to safety...before finally losing it all.

find all of my finished prompts here!

@whumptober-archive

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poorly-caffeinated-diatribes · 1 month

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this just in: 19 year old crumples under the weight of academics, legal battle preparation, ongoing and unresolved trauma, lack of sleep, activism, and an identity crises. critics have claimed it is "not healthy to drink coffee and avoid sleeping", but their cries have so far gone unheard. the 19 year old in question is unsure what can be done to aid in their situation, and continues to overwork themself without sustaining a healthy diet. more on this after the break

#life #i hate it here #i hate this #trying #exhaustion #actually ptsd #reliving trauma #:3 heehee #welp #for real #delete later maybe #someday #but whatever #listening to music to drown out the existential dread i feel inside #my therapist doesn't get paid enough for this shit #hell #i don't get paid enough for this shit #terrible #absolutely terrible

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spacecolonie · 3 months

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i saw you in a dream

#shadow the hedgehog #sonic #sonic the hedgehog #maria robotnik #my art #cw: blood #im so excited to see shadow relive all his trauma again in sonadow gens #froths at the mouth like a rabid creature

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savitonii · 8 months

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Choosing life amidst darkness~

In the deep shadows, I yearned to part, to join the night, to leave this heart.

But thoughts of deeds, both great and small,

They held me back from death's dark call.

For a flame burnt in my soul.

A hunger for something I hadn't earned.

The untried actions, the untrodden roads, they held my hand, that cold, dark sod.

Though darkness shouted my name, I stayed on course, rekindling hope's little flame.

I choose to live, strive, and see for the delicious promise of life yet to come.

I found the strength to battle and triumph even when things looked bleak.

I'll keep living, strong and true, for all the things I have yet to do.

#poetry #poem #poets on tumblr #writers on tumblr #writers and poets #writerscommunity #female writers #life #darkness #reliving trauma

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iamanothernothing · 9 months

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Yo fuck you if you are so reckless with yourself that you put others in harms way fucking stop.

The only people seeing this are people I like, it’s just the PTSD talking. When my brain knows something is fine and my body doesn’t I feel like the only way to cope is physical release.

#reliving trauma #tw trauma #tw sh related

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perdreams · 9 months

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#present moment #living in the moment #reliving trauma #future #being happy

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pickletrip · 10 months

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There will be things that harm me

They will leave scars that forever mark me

I will run and keep faith

Won't be blinded by hate

Eyes on tomorrow

Not the sorrow

Of yesterday

Oh we have battlescars,

Reminds us of our broken parts

Oh we have war wounds,

Reminds us what we've lost so soon

We live with our scars, either hidden or on our sleeve. Nonetheless they exist as a part of our reality. I have physical and psychological scars that I can probably never get rid of. But they serve to remind me that I'm still here despite what happened. They are not greater than me, but just a part of my past. Though it's been 7-8 years, I can still see the blood and feel the blade, but it no longer haunts me nor tempts me. I've learnt to live with my battlescars without ripping them open everyday.

#kakie #battlescars #music #spotify #fillipino music #effects of trauma #trauma #self-harm #suicide #getting over the past #reliving trauma #but I'm all the better

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bizarrelittlemew · 2 months

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Our Flag Means Death 1x4 | 1x6 | 2x6 | 2x7 ⇉ if the bed nook could talk...

#ngl it's driving me bonkers a little that ed was about to kill stede IN the bed nook like behind the curtains #and the scene is filmed so erotically??#the lighting and ed's low voice when he says “scary as hell” and the hand he gently places on stede's back #and instead of killing stede he relives his trauma related to killing #and stede takes care of him so so gently and that scene is ALSO very intimate #they could've just as easily put jim's shadow show in the bed nook and ed's hiding place in the library nook but no #they put ed and stede together in the bed nook #and it's the only other time they're both in there with stede drawing the curtains closed BUT we're behind the curtain with them #sorry this just set off a lot of thoughts on my latest rewatch aksdhjsk THERE'S SOMETHING THERE #also i know i made a similarly themed set with just the 1x4 and 2x7 scenes but the “murder attempt” scene being one of these 4 intimate one #with the two of them together in there #idk i've been rotating it in my brain #ofmd #ofmd s2 #our flag means death #ofmdedit #ofmdsource #ofmd gifs #ida.stuff #ofmd 1x4 #ofmd 1x6 #ofmd 2x6 #ofmd 2x7 #edward teach #stede bonnet #blackbonnet #gentlebeard

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royalarchivist · 3 months

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Pac: Take care of Ramon, take care of Richas, ok? See you on the other side, big boy.

Fit: [Laughs] Take it easy, big boy. Take it easy, big boy. Actually, nononono– You can't just say "big boy" and then just expect me to not drag you outta here. [Fit tries to lasso Pac] You're coming with me.

Pac: No, I need to leave!

Fit: You're coming with me. You are not dying today! You are not dying today!

Pac: I need to leave, Fit! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!

Ironmouse: Are you guys like, having sexy time?

Fit: There's homosexual activity going on Mouse, don't worry about us, ok?

Ironmouse: You guys, we don't have time to be gay right now.

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Pac: I'm just here to say goodbye to you, Fit.

Fit: Goodbye? We're not– we're gonna be fine, we're going to get out of here, don't worry.

Aypierre: Yeah, don't worry!

Pac: I know, but like– I will sleep until the end, you know? I will pass through this moment sleeping, man. I won't be able to be awake for the moment.

Fit: [Laughs] You know, it's– I mean, if that's how you wanna go, but– I mean, that- I mean, isn't that bed kind of like.... I don't know, it's–

Pac: No no, I will be staying on the sofa, you know, I will be staying on the sofa.

Fit: Oh the sofa. Ok, that's a nice sofa! Yeah, that is a pretty nice sofa.

Pac: Yeah, it's a nice sofa right? No, yeah– I'm going to stay on the sofa, you know? So, since I will be going Fit... [Pac starts tossing Fit all his items]

Aypierre: [Not paying attention to their conversation] Is that bigger cell? I don't think it's a bigger- biggest one.

Fit: Oh... Thank you Pac, thank you.

Pac: Everything you need to survive, ok?

Fit: Wow.

Aypierre: Wow.

Pac: And if you need this one also, maybe, who knows? [Throws him more items]

Fit: Ohhh, well hey– just take this to remember me by, ok? [Tosses him a photo of himself – the same one Aypierre was carrying all day yesterday]

Pac: [Laughs] Ok, I will sleep holding the picture you know, like this. You know, I will dream about you, Fit. And I hope this is gonna be good dreams. I see you in the other side. Good luck, my friend.

Fit: The other side... Yeah, you know, yeah, we– we– you know? It's been an honor, Pac. It's been an honor, you know?

Pac: Yeah, for me too, you know? Take care of Ramon, take care of Richas, ok?

Fit: Ok.

Pac: See you on the other side, big boy.

Fit: I will sing your praise– Oh yeah, hey– [Laughs] Take it easy, big boy. Take it easy, big boy. Actually, nononono– You can't just say "big boy" and then just expect me to not drag you outta here. You're coming with me.

Pac: No, I need to leave!

Fit: You're coming with me. You are not dying today! You are not dying today!

Pac: I need to leave, Fit! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!

Fit: Sorry, there's–

Pac: I'm sorry!

Ironmouse: Are you guys like, having sexy time?

Fit: There's homosexual activity going on Mouse, don't worry about us, ok?

Ironmouse: You guys, you guys– we don't have time to be gay right now, come on. There's no time.

Pac: No, there's no time! Oh, goodbye Fit...

Fit: Ok, c'mon, no no no, come on, we got this we got this!

Pac: Goodbye Fit, I'm sorry!

Fit: [Laughs] Oh no...