#dissassociative

[kingzombear]

Some Welcome Home wips for a vid idea b4 i go 2 bed. My fav part of the upd8 was the gay on gay violence lol

Sally Slaylet

#you feelin froggy?? leap 🙄 #well HERE I COME BITCH 👊 #eddie: 🪑 #eddie dissassociates at the christmas party #sally SUPREMACY #also im a barnaby kinnie lmao #welcome home #homewarming #wip #frank frankly #eddie dear #sally starlet #bear king draws #NEEDA DRAW MORE BARNABY HE IS ME AND I AM HIM #anyway gnight EXPLODES INTO GORE

[cherrystonefemme]

Makeup artists love me for my vacant thousand yard stare and ability to endure minor discomforts

#its the dissassociation disorder <3

[bloodcordsog]

White Noise and Unreality

#artists on tumblr #artwork #digital art #drawing #digital illustration #colorful #digital painting #my artwork #fan art #painting #welcome home art #welcome home #welcome home fanart #partycoffin #wally darling #wally welcome home #wally fanart #wally darling fanart #wh wally #welcome home fandom #I really like the idea that he dissassociates

[kudzuoath]

Breath and Omniscience

Temperance goes down in battle. Gale doesn’t take it well. 

cw: for blood, injuries, possibly body horror? I don't think I'm particularly graphic but I'm warning you just in case.

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I miscalculated, is all he can think. I know that spell. I know it. But I miscalculated.

He spotted the enemy sorcerer’s familiar movements and knew the spell immediately. Had known exactly how much power to imbue his counter with.

Only he’d been wrong.

Temperance lay face down in a pool of her own blood and melting shards of ice. She wasn’t moving. He couldn’t tell if she was breathing.

“Either help her or do something useful, wizard, this battle isn’t done yet!”

Jaheira. Tearing past him, blood running down the side of her face, sabres slick with gore. All of them were hurting. They were used to Temperance taking point and drawing fire – but Jaheira was the next best thing with their paladin down. With an explosion of feathers and a piercing shriek, she proved it by shifting into an owlbear and savaging the enemy barbarian.

Gale only had eyes for the sorcerer across the way. Temperance was still surrounded. If he tried to help her now, they’d both go down. It still took something vital from him to leave her laying there.

It wasn't cowardice, but rationality.

He hated himself for thinking logically anyway. His hands itched to lay on her and find her pulse. To prove life.

No, he couldn’t run to her.

But that didn’t mean he couldn’t make the bastards bleed.

Or rather, burn.

Gale didn’t tug at the weave so much as tear at it, teeth barred and fingers rigid claws as he spun a mote of fire into a raging maelstrom. The sorcerer’s scream when the world exploded around him did nothing to assuage Gale’s thundering heartbeat, or the cold chill of terror slinking down his spine.

She cannot die. I won’t allow it.

He had no spells of healing. And little knowledge of it. He’d rarely found cause to regret that fact. Until now.

His hands blurred. His throat went raw. His typically meticulous composition of the weave burning him as the spells slipped through his fingers and out into the world. Inflicting the bane of any element he could muster upon their worthless hides.

Temperance, Temperance, Temperance, don’t be dead.

The rest of the fight blurred. It might have lasted seconds. It might have lasted hours – though that wasn’t likely. All he knew was the second their last enemy fell he was running. Shoving bodies off of his Paladin with a strength he didn’t know he had. His feet slid through the mud made from Temperance’s blood, and the spell that took her down. The scent of it hung sharp and copper in the air. And when he saw her face – too pale, too still, his fingers went numb.

“Now is no time to die,” he chastised. His own voice felt distant.

Jaheira knelt beside him. Without speaking she reached through the cradle of his arms and laid softly glowing hands on the wound in Temperance’s chest.

“That is a lot of blood,” Astarion commented.

Gale noted with the same distant way he noted everything at the moment how far away the vampire sounded.

Good. Good of him to keep his distance now.

“Come on little hero, get up,” Jaheira muttered. The glow grew brighter. He could see the threads of the weave thickening into small rivers of magic as the druid pumped more energy into the spell.

Temperance’s eyes flickered. The bubbling wheezing quality of her breath lessened. And something horrible gnawing at his heart unstuck its teeth.

“Temperance?”

She groaned and weakly flapped her hand until it landed on one of his arms. “Hate… fainting,” she mumbled.

“Ha! You did something little more dramatic than a mere faint,” Jeheira said. “I think you almost caused your Gale a breakdown.”

His paladin mumbled something he couldn’t decipher, a stream of disjointed syllables that might well have been infernal. Then she cracked one eye – the purple one – to look at him. A dazed smile crossed her face.

“‘Lo, Gale.”

Her lips were blue. And she was a tiefling with a typically human skin tone.

"Temperance," he said, voice breaking.

Jaheira stood. She said… something not particularly important to Astarion like ‘give them a moment’ and then both rogue and druid were. Elsewhere. Not important. Gale could only stare. His hand – trembling, he realized – went to her face. He tried to wipe away some of the blood. All he managed was to smear it around a little.

“I don’t think my heart can take you doing that again,” he said. And even these words felt too distant, too far away. There was a roaring in his ears like the sea in a tempest. “Please… don’t… don’t do that again.”

Temperance reached for him like her arms weighed two hundred pounds. It took her a try or two before her hands landed in his hair. Rougher than she likely meant to, she pulled him down into a kiss.

It tasted of blood, and he mostly missed her lips with her shoddy aim. And when he found those lips with his, they were still too cold. It took everything in him not to crush her against him. She was still hurt. They needed to get her to Shadowheart, to camp, to rest.

“You’re alive,” he murmured against her skin. Over and over. Lips brushing her forehead, her temple, the end of her nose.

And she seemed to be trying to comfort him. Her hands must have woken at some point, for now he became aware of her fingers carding through his hair.

“I’m alive,” she agreed hoarsely. Then with a touch of sternness – “Gale… breathe. If you pass out… on top of me right now… I don’t think I can move you.”

His laugh ripped out of him. He buried his head in her neck, breathing in the bloody scent of her. Under the copper were the familiar scents of leather, and something herbal and minty from the soap she used. It grounded his panicked heart still further to find her skin warming here.

Temperance hooked her arms around him in a hug.

“Breathe,” she admonished again. “Come on, Gale of Waterdeep. It’s the easiest thing in the world – breathe.”

This laugh sounded a little less mad. And the shake to his limbs was starting to settle.

“I am… so sorry. I am so sorry. I thought I had that spell. I thought I knew –”

She shifted, finding his face with hers. Pressed their foreheads together. Later he’d realize how distressingly sticky it was, from all the blood. At least they were right by a water source. Even if it was probably salted.

“You’re not omniscient,” she scolded. “You didn’t cast it.”

Not omniscient, no. Not yet.

But he could be.

The idea was not a new one. He couldn’t say it was stronger than it had been before either – but the pale, bloodless face of Temperance was certainly adding fuel to the fire that had lit inside him shortly after he chose life over forgiveness.

He closed his eyes, and leaned into her touch.

“I promise you, I will do better,” he said. “Be better.”

Be who she deserved.

Her chilly hand on his cheek. Black claw points pressing into his skin just slightly, just enough to get his attention.

Temperance’s eyes weren’t clear exactly, but she was looking at him with a fierce stubbornness he’d come to recognize. And with so much warmth below all that worry. Her knit brow, her half smile.

“I understand.” And she would, wouldn’t she? There’d been times where she was the last one fighting.

Never again.

He was never letting that happen again.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #gale #gale/tav #gale x tav #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #bg3 gale #gale bg3 #my writing #gale deals with things SUPER healthily u guys :) #this is the specifically the fight between the stone lord thugs and nine-fingers folk at the beach in rivington #i think this was also the first time Odette went down in her playthrough #or at least the first time with gale in the party #his cry for u going down reeks of dissassociation in my opinion

[tismtay]

everyone is "born plural" dipshit it came free with your fucking human development

#did #osdd #osddid #endos dni #endo unfriendly #endo hostile #pdid #actually pdid #if y'all don't know what im talking about #see the theory of structural dissassociation #/reference #/ref #video being referenced is https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TzfLeBi8rWQ #tay post

[ode-to-fury]

Jaheira and Gale having an argument on one side of the reunion party about who is the worse influnece on Tav meanwhile Minsc and Minthara on the other side of the camp on either side of Tav asking if she’s sure it’s too late to cancel the wedding

#do you see my vision? #because both minsc and minthara are like ugh wizards #and jaheira is like wizard you are a terrible influence on her she’s going to Rot in that tower #and gale is like jaheira as much as i admire you Stop asking my wife to help you with zhentarim plots she just got back #from saving the world This Time #tav is just dissassociating #bg3 #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #jaheira #minsc #minthara #tav/gale #wildweave #astarion is like thank god i only have Ulder to deal with

[tractort33th]

It is disgustingly humid and hot at night rn and as I was wishing for a breeze to come in through my windows and recounting my current life choices this idea popped into my head and I decided to give 0 FUCKS and make it late at night in this fucking sticky heat.

I'm sure the boys have just ended up lying in bed, staring into nothing as they recount what their lives have become or what they've had to go through.

This was good practice too to just make and finish a digital piece because perfection scares me away and I spend the whole week looking forward to the weekend where I can draw but then I sit down and nothing comes out so you gotta grab creativity by the throat when it rears it's elusive head.

#rottmnt donnatello #rottmnt #rottmnt fanart #save rottmnt #digital art #DeutzDraws #rottmnt donnie #donatello hamato #lying in bed #unable to sleep #dissassociating while running all your life choices through your mind

[sammy8d257]

AvM ep 30 Spoilers MEME

THE THRILLING SEQUEL TO THIS POST

[forcibly redeems you through fatherhood]

#AJDJSJFJSJHFHS #Sammy8D art #Animation vs Minecraft #AvM shorts #avm spoilers #alan becker #purple stick figure #king stick figure #avm purple #ava purple #ava king orange #avm king #I'll be honest #This is as much effort as you're gonna get from me rn #I've been dissassociating for the past 8 hours since I watched the episode #ajfjshfhs help- #Sammy8D Stick Stuff

[datgreenmonstah]

“Disassociation”

When your hoping for an apology yet ppl say

“I don’t even know what I’m apologizing for”

#it’s been 3 yrs #long away #distance #field #dissassociation #sad dog art #sad dog #wolf #coyote #canid #pasture #house #moon #abuse #cptsd #ptsd #long lasting effects #tired #still waiting #will never hear

[theperksofbeingannoying]

Just read The perks of being a wallflower and I can’t stop thinking about what Charlie says in regards to him not being present and not really experiencing things. I get that so much and I hate that I get it.

#the perks of being a wallflower #wallflower #feeling alone #dissassociation

[rottinglittleprincess]

if you’re reading this i’m alive.

i woke up. showered. i didn't brush my teeth. made tea, forgot it on the side table. i drank it cold. cried. i told my dog that i love her. blinked at the ceiling fan, wondered what would happen if it collapsed on me. i thanked the walls for keeping me safe. screamed through the loneliness. i warmed leftovers, ate three bites. went on a walk. i wore headphones and made it back home before remembering to listen. avoided the mirrors on the way to the couch. i drank water for the first time in four days. didn't respond to my mother's follow-up text. i stuffed myself into bed, suffocated the sun by closing the curtains. cried. i cried so hard that i got sick, dry heaved over my unwashed comforter. embarrassed myself by feeling. i motivated myself to wash my face. couldn't avoid my reflection. // if you're reading this, i haven't had a day in years that felt good. my eyes are so swollen that i'm convinced that each time my heart breaks, everything i hold inside my chest redirects into those little pockets beneath my bottom lashes. i don't know how to let it out. I'm so hungry that i devour the littlest pieces of life without chewing. I'm so nauseous from hope. i haven't found relief. i'm uncomfortable and i know this means I'm not numb anymore. i miss being sad and being okay with it. to continue is the most bitter medicine. i dose it by the teaspoon while i watch my friends open wide. i hate them for it. i will always hate myself more. they tell me it will get easier. i don't know if it will for me. but // if you’re reading this,

i’m alive.

#toxic ex #toxic #i just want to sleep #i love you #depression #dissassociation #puffy eyes #cry my eyes out #cry myself to sleep #living with depression #i hate it here #i hate it so much #help me #i’m deprived #i’m helpless #i miss my bf #obsessive love #obslove #lovesick #heart break #toxicity #obsessive bf #actually obsessive #angel core #yandere #i love him

[obscurestrauma]

♡ ugly ♡

#traumacore #traumacore art #ventcore #ventcore art #vent art #actually traumatized #trauma art #vent #vent comic #ugly #did #derealization #dissassociation #actually did #actually dissociative #comic very much inspired by lufraef <3 #please go check out there account!

[ghost-sketchbook]

#maladaptive daydreaming #dissassociation #vent art #vent artwork #vent arts

[rosykims]

can confirm sigrun is so so so much funnier and more perfect when ur playing a warden who acts like this unironically. felt genuinely read to filth when she said this

#oc: elspeth #tay plays dao #i think sigrun helps elles come to terms with going back into the deep roads after the main game #for a few hours descending the knotwood - visibly dissassociating w stress - she comes too long enough to be like. annoyed #at this person who by all accounts has experienced exactly what she and other grim fucked up legionnaires have gone through #except shes still happy go lucky about everything???? #so shes like ok she must be new lol. BUT EVEN THEN SHES LIKE. HOW TF ARE YOU STILL LIKE. HAPPY LOL #i think the idea of someone not being afraid of the deep roads bc they actually take the legion's concept of Already Being Dead seriously #is SO interesting and helpful to her and she adopts the same sort of mindset as well. to cope #she looks to dwarven example a lot as a warden but esp this mission and then afterwards sealing up the tunnel in vigils keep #and fighting the mother obviously #anyway we as a collective are not stanning sigrun hard enough i love her so bad

[darubyprincx]

having trouble writing? consider Bathroom Floor

#ray's tag #i always go to the floor and lie down when i can't focus. its cold but not too cold. grounding. and then i'm good again #this tactic works for panic attacks mental breakdowns general overwhelmedness dissassociation and things of that sort #floor time 10/10 i highly reccomend it!

[4e7her]

october writing prompt #3 - handholding

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characters: ace trappola, twisted wonderland

contains: yandere themes, detachment / disassociation, hurt/comfort, reader referred to in second person pov, gender neutral reader

It’s been a difficult day, you vaguely register, looking up at the cloudy skies with detachment.

Of course, most days at Night Raven College were, magicless student and all. It had just been especially infuriating today - you didn’t care to relive the details, but it ended with you here. Annoyed, but more importantly, tired.

You walk without any thought to your movements or where you were going, letting life take you where it would. You just… didn’t have it in you to think about these things right now. You just wanted to find somewhere peaceful.

So out of it, you don’t even realize you’ve sat down in a clearing that must be on the outskirts of campus until you’re blankly looking down at the palms of your hands, eyes stinging with unshed tears. Flexing your hands for a moment, you sigh, and instead look up at should have been the sky.

Instead, though, Ace is there looming over you with an expression somewhere between irritated and concerned. Had he been trying to get your attention for long?

“-finally. Seriously, what has you so out of it, Prefect?” His voice cuts through your fog and he shakes his head, scowling slightly as he looks down at you before he must’ve caught sight of your tears - expression twisting so fast you almost missed the frenzied desperation to help somehow in his eyes. “Shit, no, what’s wrong?”

A feeble giggle, a shake of your head, and a shrug. That’s all it takes for him to understand, and for tears to start running down your face in earnest.

You hiccup between shaky breaths, just barely holding back from sobbing, and Ace looks so panicked that you laugh a little bit. It’s hysterical, but you’re not sure what else to do. So you cry, and you mumble incoherently, and you reach out to him.

You’re not entirely sure what you’re asking for him to do, and it’s obvious he doesn’t have a clue either. In that confusion, he decides that the best course of action is to hold your hands.

It’s comforting, but you still burst out laughing, shuddering breaths stabbing through your lungs and cheeks starting to hurt from smiling. It was just- it was so ridiculous.

Who sees a crying person and decides to hold their hands instead of, I don’t know, hug them? Especially when said crying person is the one who reaches out in the first place.

“Wh-? Don’t go laughing at me, that’s just rude.” Ace’s pouting brings you back down to earth, and you’re glad for the unintentional grounding that he’s doing. “…You want a hug?”

He waits a moment, but as soon as you nod your consent you’re wrapped in his arms.

“You don’t have to tell me what you’re cryin’ for, but I hope you know that I’m gonna fix it either way.” His voice holds a darker tone than normal, but you don’t notice - instead reveling in the comfort that his hold brought you. You never would’ve thought that Ace, of all people, would be the one coaxing you through a breakdown.

Him, though? He was intent. He had eyes on you virtually all day, and whenever he was there, everything seemed fine. What had gone wrong?

He’d have to figure it out and fix the issue, obviously - that wasn’t even in question. He’d do anything for you. You deserve the absolute best, and clearly no one else in this school would give it you.

Not that Ace would let them in the first place.

The last person who tried had learned their lesson quite well, he thought. And, luckily, you had never noticed. He took measures for it anyways, but he was glad that he didn’t have to use them.

It was just proof that you loved him as much as he loved you, wasn’t it? You were always so perfect like that. He couldn’t wait to make whoever made you cry suffer.

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#twisted wonderland #fanfiction #twst wonderland #twst #twst x reader #twst heartslabyul #twst ace #ace trappola #ace trappola x reader #yandere content #yandere #gender neutral reader #gender neutral post #hurt / comfort #comfort #dissassociation #detachment #aether's drabbles #twstober #october writing challenge