#implied ptsd

[sickficideas]

Angel dust hcs???

oh DO I....he's my second fav i think and he's great for angst

- i love the idea of random italian mumbling when he's got a fever or when he's really out of it and not realizing it at all

- he's really bad at noticing when he's sick. he'll chalk up fevers to being tired from working all day/night, if he throws up or feels nauseous he'll usually assume it's in his head or food related. he is genuinely confused when the first person at the hotel takes his temperature to tell him he has a fever...insisting he never gets sick and that's not possible ):

- he's very low energy and quiet when he's sick so it's very easy for others to notice

- the fever nightmares are Bad. waking up in full panic attacks but refusing to bother anyone else with the details. most of them know to just comfort him until he feels safe ):

- he absolutely needs to be holding something when he's resting and Fat Nuggets is usually the victim

#i love him very much #hazbin hotel #hazbin headcanons #angel dust #illness #sick #ask box #fever #vomiting #nightmares #whump #implied ptsd #sicknario #hurt/comfort

[snowshowerwriting]

Peace

TW- Implied PTSD

@epiclamer Incase this fits your hurt hero palette?

Despite all the days the hero had gotten off, nothing had truly relaxed them. Even when there was no constant sound of the city that reached into their room, their mind would be loud enough to fill the silence. What was once peaceful nights now became muddled memories and loud reminders of past mistakes.

When the Villain was defeated and done for, sent to a correctional prison in another state, there was quiet. Quiet but not peace. Celebratory fireworks and festivities in the name of Hero that followed felt false. What peace was there to all those who Hero hadn't been able to reach in time? So much rubble and debris covered the city in the aftermath of the Battle. So many civilians crushed and so many innocent blood had coated the Hero's hands. Whether people admitted it or not, they had caused as much destruction as the villain in the name of justice and heroism.

How could the hero celebrate with civilians when they should serve the same time as the villain in a penitentiary, if not more?

As years passed, doctors told them it was from the stress of their past. The fear, the lives they burdened, the pressure that crushed them. It was all an excuse for something that could've been avoidable. Sympathetic words tried their best to comfort Hero.

Let go of the pain. Even if their pain was gone, getting rid of the ghosts of those who cried wouldn't leave them.

It's in the past. It seemed as if the entire world forgot about everything except for them.

Look at your life now. What was there to look at? A hero past their prime. A sword in the age of machines. Legacy wasn't what they sought for. Their names on a plaque did little to soothe the turmoil that furiously boiled on the worse days and quietly simmered on the best.

Move on. The hero tried. And at some point, they did move on. Truly. Pain became bearable. The dull ache in their chest began to hurt less. Eventually, it came to feel lighter. The city became tolerable once again. Far from having the love and care that hero once wanted to protect, still. But at least now they could deal with it.

Healing was hard, and sometimes, Hero had taken two steps back with every two they went forwards. The world sped by them so fast, as if someone had changed the speed of life to go by much faster. And yet, the hero felt as if it couldn't be slower. Time at work felt sluggish, as if they were being dragged through mud. Through it all, they truly managed to recover.

Despite all the healing, and all the time that had passed by, peace and the gentleness of life never seemed to make itself familiar with the Hero.

#hero x villain #heroes and villains #villains and heroes #creative writing #writing snippet #angst #whump #hero whumpee #implied ptsd #wow #that was heavy huh #felt like writing angst #happy spring 🎉🎉 #even tho it STILL keeps snowing here

[cielcreations]

“JUST HIT ME!” - Empires SMP Story

TRIGGER WARNING: Implied past abuse, implied past trauma, implied PTSD, and lots of cursing.

Solidarity wasn't sure what started the argument.

All of the emperors were just trying to enjoy a nice time at Chromia. But Joel had said something. Was it that Solidarity was a toy? Asking if he could pull his string? Asking how Buzz is doing? He wasn't sure, but he knew that whatever Joel said set him off. He told the god to stop, only for the brunette to amplify his jokes. He simmered, simply not reacting. Joel continued amplifying the jokes as Solidarity bottled everything, drumming his fingers, slowly, slowly, slowly getting angrier and angrier.

Well, it all toppled over and Solidarity, without thinking, just pushed the other down and screamed to "fucking shut up!"

Joel went to step forward, but the others immediately moved to stand between the two. Joel and him began screaming. Solidarity was screaming how enough was enough and to shut up while Joel screamed how he was being oversensitive, that is was all a joke, that there was no reason to get physical. All things he has heard before.

Solidarity screamed, "JUST STOP, I DON'T LIKE IT, THE JOKE IS OLD, STOP!" He went to step forward, Scott, Fwhip, and Pix holding him back.

Joel was being held back by Sausage, Lizzie, and Gem, "WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?! CALM DOWN-"

"DON'T TELL ME TO CALM DOWN YOU ARROGANT FUCK!"

Joel's eyes widened and his eyes turned yellow, sparks surrounding him, "What was that, toyboy?"

Solidarity grew angrier and went to step forward with a growl, only for Scott to yank him back.

"JOEL!" Sausage screamed, "Enough! Stop it, now!"

"HE'S THE ONE WHO STARTED IT! WHAT'S WRONG, SHERIFF?! IS THE SNAKE IN YOUR BOOT BOTHERING YOU THAT MUCH OR IS IT THE STICK UP YOUR ASS?!"

Solidarity tried to push the other three off, "DON'T YOU HAVE ANY BOUNDARIES, AND FUCKING RESPECT?! WHEN PEOPLE TELL YOU TO STOP IT MEANS 'STOP'! NOT 'KEEP GOING UNTIL I FUCKING EXPLODE'!"

"AREN'T YOU ONE TO TALK?! TELLING EVERY TO FOLLOW YOUR CORRUPT WAYS AND, IF THEY DON'T, THEY'RE A CRIMINAL! FUCKING HYPOCRITE!" Lightening struck outside and Sausage and Lizzie screamed at him to stop.

Solidarity managed to get out of Pix, Scott, and Fwhip's hold, screaming, "JUST HIT ME! FUCKING HIT ME! HIT ME, PUNCH ME, DO WHATEVER! I'M USED TO IT, JUST DO IT ALREADY!"

That seemed to make Joel stop, eyes widening at his words. Solidarity had tears in his eyes as he glared the god, who had completely froze. Everyone had, it was so silent, you could hear a pin drop. The only thing you could hear was Solidarity's heavy breathing.

"J-Just do it already! Just hit me!" Solidarity huffed, "T-Tell me how pathetic I am, how useless I am, go ahead! I-It's fine, I'm used to it!"

"...Solidarity...." Joel muttered.

"Just do it..." Solidarity whimpered, trying his best to hold back his tears, "Just do it..."

Joel gently pushed the ones holding him off as he stepped forward. Solidarity sucked in a breath and closed his eyes. Don't make a noise, don't make a noise, don't-

Joel had shrunk to his mortal height before gently pulling the dirty blonde in for a hug. Solidarity went stiff, choking on a sob.

"I'm not going to hit you. I'm not going to hurt you." Joel squeezed Solidarity, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Solidarity. You're right, you are."

Solidarity began to shake, tears running down his cheeks.

"It's okay, I'm sorry." Joel gently rubbed his back, "I'm sorry. I'll stop with the stupid jokes. You're not a toy, Solidarity, you're a good sheriff, I'm sorry."

Solidarity's knees shook as he whimpered, hugging the other as tight as he could, burying himself in the brunette's neck, sobbing his heart out.

That's the first time someone told me I was right and that they were sorry...

#empires smp #empires jimmy #jimmy solidarity #Solidarity Gaming #solidaritygaming #empires solidarity #joel smallishbeans #empires joel #smallishbeans #empires smallishbeans #implied ptsd #implied abuse #implied trauma

[whumpering-heights]

Brainwashing, Pt. 1/2: Sarah "helping"

[A/N: So this is one chapter from an AU fanfic I'm writing. The whump is good enough to stand on it's own, I think, so I figured I'd post it seperately.]

The comic based off this chapter (spoilers)

Pt 2 (aftermath)

CWs: mind control, affectionate whumper, female whumper, toxic friendship, begging, blood, psychic whump, (is that a thing? it is now), implied PTSD

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“Lloyd?” 

He looked up to see his old friend, standing wide-eyed in the doorway.  

“What the hell happened to you?” 

Lloyd wiped his face with the back of his hand, and tried to catch his breath.  

“I-I want it to stop, Sarah,” he said, voice wavering like it hadn’t since he was a child. “I hurt David. I-I didn’t mean to, but I woke up and he-” 

He held his arms in front of his face, just like David had, and his crying picked up steam again.   “God, I want it to stop! There’s something wrong with me. I can't keep hurting people like this!” 

Sarah swiftly walked towards him, and pulled him by the shoulder.  

“Okay, come on, let’s talk about this. Just you and me, big guy, I got you.” 

She dragged him into the kitchen, and sat him down in a chair. 

“David. You said you hurt him, is he okay?” 

Lloyd shuddered and gasped for air. 

“He is, he is, just frightened. I was so sorry, but I couldn’t speak, I didn't even apologize-” 

“Just pull yourself together, okay?” Lloyd could see the gears turning in Sarah’s head, and he shut up to let her think.  “Whatever happened, there’s no need to get hysterical. I’ll fix this.”  “I just want to be okay again,” Lloyd hiccuped, as he sat forward in the chair.  

“I used to be normal, once! I had friends, o-or aquaintances at least, and a boyf- I had a-” He couldn’t finish the sentence, instead breaking down even more. Sarah hushed him, and ran her fingers through his hair. Her nails scratched over his scalp, in that way that always made shivers run down his spine. He heaved and sobbed as she gently sushed and caressed his cheek.

“Shh, there we go. Oh, your mind’s all in a knot, isnt it?”  She sat down, straddling his lap. With one hand petting his head, with the other she tipped his face up.   “I know just how to fix this. You just listen carefully to me, okay?” 

Oh, thank god. He felt some of his despair lighten. He was being heard, and Sarah said she would help. They had each other’s back, despite their recent fights. Lloyd longed desperately for someone to tell him the solution to this, so he gazed up at her with eager hope. He sniffled, his throat all closed up from crying, and nodded. Sarah looked at him gently, her eyes gleaming bright.  

“You want to be a good friend, don’t you?”  Yes, so badly. It made his heart hurt, how badly he needed that.  Sarah’s touches were soothing, and he leaned into her hands.  

“You trust me.” 

Of course he did.  

“I’m your friend.” 

That went without saying? Sarah’s eyes were so bright, it was hard to look anywhere else. Lloyd felt his breathing calm down. It was a relief, and he listened attentively.  

“Friends protect each other.” 

Yes, but- 

“You want to be good for me. You want to protect me.” 

Wait, what did that have to do with his problem...? Lloyd frowned. It had suddenly become hard to think. Sarah leaned in closer, her face was all he could see. The hairs on his arms stood on end.  

“You’re loyal to your friends. You’re loyal to me.” 

“W-wait,” he muttered, but she continued. 

“Shhh. You will protect me at any cost.” 

“Sarah, please stop-” 

She grabbed some of the short hairs on the back of his head, and pulled his head back sharply. And still, he couldn’t look away from her gaze.  

“What are you doing?” he whined, voice lightly slurred. He knew what was happening, but it couldn’t. Not to him, she’d promised not to him!  

“I’m helping,” she hissed. “Stop resisting.”  He could feel the static in the air, the way the narrative shifted around them. It was as though her fingers dug right into his mind, and a tear fell from his red-rimmed eye. She spoke clearly, the voice the only solid thing in his mind.  

“The world isn’t safe. You know that better than anyone. Before me, you were nothing. You need me. I need you. I’m the only thing you can trust-” 

“Stop!” Lloyd yelled. With a cry, he pushed Sarah off him. She was caught off guard and fell to the hard stone floor, looking up in betrayal.   Lloyd stood from the chair, his knucles white as he held it in his struggle to keep upright.  

His head was stuffed with cotton, everything in his vision was blurry except for Sarah. He knew what she’d just try to do. And he knew she almost succeeded.   The air crackled around him, as the puzzle pieces clicked together. The last dregs of his powers collected, and for a second, Lloyd saw everything crystal clear.  The familiar warmth of blood trickled out his nose and down his chin.   “Sarah,” he whispered in horror. “Why-?”  Any further questioning was cut off by a hacking cough, which knocked him off balance, and he could no longer hold onto the chair. He stumbled to the floor, hurting his wrist on impact. When he removed his face from the crook of his elbow, he could see the thick dark spots on his shirt.  

Blood smeared all over his face and fighting to keep his eyes open, he stared up at Sarah. She’d gotten back up, and the air around her seemed to wave with energy, like a road on a hot day.  

“Lloyd, dear, just hear me out,” she said sweetly, though her face no longer wore a caring mask. There was only calculating cruelty.  

Lloyd scrabbled back, fumbling for his knife. 

“You don’t want to do that,” Sarah said, and his hand froze, shaking mere centimeters from the handle.  

“I really do,” he said through chattering teeth.  

She laughed. “No, you don’t! I’m your friend.” 

And just like that, his hand dropped. His back had hit a wall. He gazed up at the woman once trusted with his life, the one who’d given him a purpose for so long. 

“Please,” he begged. “We can talk normally about this, whatever it is, please don’t do this.” 

“We are talking about it,” she said, as though he was simple. She knelt down before him, and once again his vision could only focus on her.   “I am helping.” 

Lloyd shook his head feebly, but he couldn’t resist any longer. The gleam in his eyes faded, as Sarah’s grew stronger. The room faded away, his body dissapeared, the last thing he was consciously aware of, before oblivium took him, was Sarah’s sweet voice assuring him it would all be alright.  

Pt 2 (the aftermath)

#mind control #affectionate whumper #female whumper #toxic friendship #begging #blood #psychic whump #(is that a thing? it is now) #implied PTSD #guarddog AU #my stuff #my writing #i am not tagging the original franchise because 1) i dont want people thinking this is in any way canon lol #and 2) i prefer to keep my online spheres seperate and its a small fandom. #so if i tag it the whole discord will find me here #whump #whump writing #whumpblr

[whumpshots]

Whumptober #17

Trope of the day: reluctant caretaker

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The kid on the table looks like shit. Caretaker has seen many people with injuries as severe as his, but that has been years ago. Many years ago … the young man is barely holding on, it’s like death brought him here to see if he’s a capable as a fucking necromancer.

“Please. Fix him, I beg you,” the other man says, who brought the kid here in the first place. He knows him, he has been part of his past. His past he left behind to start over, not have to deal with stuff like this anymore that haunts his nightmares over and over again.

Blood on his hands.

Blood everywhere.

It’s like his nightmares became real just to look at him and laugh while he already feels his hands shake. He can’t do it … Not again. What if the kid dies? What if he can’t save him? Another life lost because of his incompetence.

Caretaker bites his lips as whumpee regains consciousness on the table they have placed him, eyes searching the ceiling, breathing irregularly, whimpering softly every now and then. He can’t even imagine the pain he is in right now.

He takes a step forward and finally reaches the table.

He takes the blood-covered and weak hand between his.

This kid is on the brink of death, he will bleed to death if caretaker doesn’t act fast. That is for certain. What is not for certain is his fate when he finally snaps out of his fear of not working efficiently. Caretaker takes a deep breath and squeezes the hand a bit.

“Get me some water and a towel, I will get my instruments. Make sure he doesn’t move until I’m back,” he suddenly mutters through gritted teeth while he looks in whumpee’s face, pale as a ghost and glistening with sweat.

Blood covered hands.

But they are steady as he works to save the kid’s life.

#whumptober 2022 #whumptober2022 #whumptober #trope of the day #reluctant caretaker #caretaker #whumpee #tw blood #bloody hands #whump #whump writing #emotional whump #implied ptsd #implied trauma #bleeding out #aftermath of a fight #whumpshots

[insomnikat-mused]

The light bleeds through

Shiro & Keith. SFW, 1.1k words. No.15: emotional damage and new scars. Shiro will not be saved.

Shiro doesn’t like mirrors. He avoids them as much as he can. But it’s impossible to completely avoid reflective surfaces— particularly in space— so when he's forced to see himself mirrored in the windows of the observation deck, he takes in a deep breath, closes his eyes, and smiles.  

The last thing he wants is for Keith to think he needs saving.  

“This is nice.”  

Shiro’s smile is easy, dazzling and far too bright for anyone to notice that he is far from okay. He hasn’t been okay for a while, but he’s gotten so good at faking it, even the one person he desperately hoped would see through it is fooled.  

Shiro doesn’t just dislike the version of himself that’s reflected.  

He hates it.  

Continue on Ao3

#whumptober2022 #no.15 #emotional damage #new scars #voltron legendary defender #fic #art #self harm #scratching #ptsd #implied ptsd #vld #shirogane takashi #keith kogane #implied shiro x curtis #sheith #shiro x keith

[hithertoundreamtof23]

Whumptober 2023 Day 27

Prompt- Scars

Stephen's collection of scars over the years, some of which may not be physical.

~~ Excerpt::

Stephen had woken up, hoping against hope that the marks wouldn't be there, that the pain would be absent, and the accident had all been a dream. Sure enough, just as it had been morning after morning, the jagged scars were still there and very real.

Whumptober 2023 masterlist

#whumptober2023 #no.27 #scars #fic #doctor strange #hurt stephen strange #angst #introspection #implied torture #implied PTSD #character study #hurt no comfort #Stephen Strange Needs A Hug

[to0needy]

not being able to kill myself is the worst feeling

#borderline #borderline personality disorder #borderline thoughts #bpd vent #actually bpd #bpd #tw ptsd #actually ptsd #bpd feels #bpd thoughts #tw sui vent #tw sui talk #tw sui ideation #tw sui implied #sad thoughts

[dungeonsandblorbos]

Meet the Blorbos: Kire Dalca

today, it's Cerris's many greats aunt, Kire (pronounced "keer-reh") Dalca!

so apparently one Curse of Strahd campaign was not enough, because my husband decided to also write a prequel campaign! for this solo adventure in the world of Barovia 400 years earlier, i wanted to experiment with martial classes so i made her a solider. but evidently i wasn't feeling creative enough to invent a whole new hometown, so i decided, hey, why not just make her from the same town as Cerris? and then that very quickly morphed into what if she's his great-great-great etc. aunt? because i have no self control

when she first arrived in Barovia (as part of a massive army sent to keep Strahd from conquering the whole continent), Kire was idealistic, surrounded by friends and allies, certain that Strahd could be stopped and the war would be over soon. certain of her own heroics and fellow knights' survival. but time and hardship have worn her down: one can only watch a friend die so many times before developing self-sacrificial strategies to protect her allies, whatever the cost. one can only witness so many horrors before becoming constantly wary and hyper-alert. one can only be trapped in the Shadowfell for so long before giving into cynicism and gallows humor

she carries on in the name of those she's lost, but she's not the same person she was five years ago. embittered and wry and anxious, she can be cold and jumpy. and yet, a part of her still clings to the hope that with the right information, there's still some way to stop this. there must be—otherwise, what's the point of continuing to fight?

#meet the blorbos #Kire Dalca #curse of strahd prequel #dnd 5e #she's a fighter because i wanted to explore martial classes #but she's an eldritch knight because apparently i can only play spellcasters in dnd #cw: ptsd #implied ptsd #yeah no this poor woman is very much traumatized #as a variant human she gets a feat at first level and i gave her alert #so she quite literally has a symptom of pstd as a mechanical aspect of her character sheet #side note: i think i've mentioned everyone else's sexualities so #for the record #i actually haven't thought about hers just because her story is so far removed from romance #i do like to think she'll eventually settle down and have kids in Barovia #and then in the main campaign Cerris can meet his long-lost cousins and have a little family reunion emotional moment! #which would probably be excellent dramatic fodder for the DM #but ultimately i feel like Kire might be somewhere on the aro/ace spectrum? #like her attitude towards romance right now is just ¯\_(ಠ_ಠ)_/¯ #anyway #next up: #a pc who doesn't actually technically exist yet! #dnd 5e oc #curse of strahd pc #curse of strahd #curse of strahd homebrew #edited to focus more on her personality and less on the backstory #cause ya know #the campaign intro post kinda makes that redundant

[it-never-gets-better]

MY BODY TURNED INTO A CORPSE WHEN YOU TOUCHED IT VIOLENTLY.

#actuallymentallyill #actuallytraumatized #sa vent #complex ptsd #sa awareness #actually ptsd #physical abuse #sa survivor #tw csa #csa implied

[dying-weeds]

I feel like it's not talked enough about how SA really strips you of your identity. Like someone violates your basic humanity and you're left to deal with the aftermath of having everything you are as a person taken away from you. It makes you feel subhuman.

#tw sa #tw sa implied #sa vent #vent #trauma #sa survivor #tw ptsd #actuallyabused #actually cptsd #actually ptsd #actuallytraumatized #trauma vent

[rottenn-angel]

I’m so tired of sleep not being safe.

#my edit #vent #ventcore #actuallytraumatized #traumacore #liminalcore #tw vent #weirdcore #trauma vent #dreamcore #liminal space #liminal edit #trauma edit #vent edit #tw s/a #s/a implied #actually ptsd #actually abused

[lunameimei]

"Maybe you're on top now. But sometimes, even after death, you still can't just cut out everything that happened at the bottom."

comic continuation below under cut

TW ‼️ PTSD, Implied abuse (please be careful 🙏)

Important Note (!)

I am not trying to defend or make anyone look better. “Bad experience” may be an explanation, but not an excuse. If you don't like this ship/HC/art, you can always block/ignore my acct/hashtag. This is fine. Do what is good for your health, but don't attack others.

That's all.

#TW #Implied abuse #PTSD #trigger warning #my art #VoxVal #StaticMoth #vox x valentino #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel valentino #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel fanart #hellaverse #valentino #vox #artists on tumblr

[last-in-line-for-hell]

Persistent Memory

#mdzs #wei wuxian #lan wangji #my mdzs art #mo dao zu shi #blood / #death implied / #Btw if you are curious but may have missed it: #WWX reacts like that to LJY and JL grabbing him due to suddenly having a flashback to when he was ripped apart by corpses #He waves it off like always but everyone is clearly worried 🥲 #ptsd / #just in case #jin ling #lan jingyi #lan sizhui #ouyang zizhen #edit: lol forgot the caption #please don’t say his death was the consequence of his actions i hate that (wrong) take and it makes me sad

[druidshollow]

Rivers is reminded of his past when Canopy tries to help him hide the scars from Dune's attack.

ive been in kinda a bummer mood lately so have a bummer comic lol. been there rivers i get it

#druid draw #rain world oc #iterator oc #off string au #os rivers #sequential #implied abuse #ask to tag #i gave the robot ptsd :( #os phrases #os space #os canopy #rivers and phrases have “red” as a codeword for when rivers has ptsd reactions in regards to flowers- it basically means “help me and get- #-everyone else away from me"

[mayasaura]

Actually tho come to think of it, after Nona the Ninth I'm wondering if maybe the Nine Houses don't use guns because John saw everyone he loved shot in front of him at close range once and he's holding a grudge about it

#like it's very strongly implied that M- and A- where still holding his hands when they were gunned down #and he saw most of the rest of them shot too #maybe they don't have guns bc guns set off God's ptsd #nona the ninth #ntn spoilers #the locked tomb #emperor john gaius