#ptsd warning

[skykid-nadir]

With the Aurora concerts starting tonight, here is a mostly spoiler free picture of the concert taken during the dress rehearsal. If this sort of activity would be triggering for you, please use caution in attending! The concert is amazing but it's not worth endangering yourself, especially when it's guaranteed to be all over the internet this time tomorrow.

This was taken during a sequence when the audience is encouraged to spam honk. It's loud and it's bright. The actual musical sequences are much less chaotic, but this will be fairly common during interludes.

#sky cotl #sky children of the light #sky: cotl #season of aurora #sky aurora concert #sky spoilers #epilepsy warning #photosensitivity warning #anxiety warning #PTSD warning

[fcreststridcr]

The sounds...the sounds!

They won't go away!

No, not like this! Wait...

NO!

He screamed out before jolting awake, his mouth quivering as he began to grasp his surroundings. He broke out in tears before slumping back down, clutching his left shoulder where the lichtenberg figure scars now reside.

The inflammation was acting up as usual as he struggles to apply his special serums to help soothe it but some spots, he just couldn't reach so he tolerated it before laying back down on his bed.

His sleep deprived eyes close shut, praying to the archons for these nightmares to be over.

@viindicators

#viindicators #rps #long post #trauma warning #nightmare warning #ptsd warning #angst warning #;u; 💚

[fairymint]

👻 GHOST - do they believe in ghosts? what are their "ghostly experiences", if any? (for Felix)

Ghosts in the pokemon world are kind of a reality, but it doesn't really change Felix's attitude towards them- that they're nothing special. Honestly, he doesn't 'get' as in sympathize or see the point in things like fear and worship- a ghost, like a god or legendary, is just another person. An animal wrapped in intelligence.

So basically, his reaction to any negative connotations is that of venom- nobody has the right to be unpleasant, so any ghost that comes after him is in for a bad time. The subject of a horror story isn't something to be respected and feared with special rules, it's just another shitty person that gets karma.

#ask. #avian alchemist #felix fae. #headcanon. #i remember a distinct part of my childhood #where my bossy friend would 'no don't!!!' and tbh my stare just lacked the vocabulary to sat SHUT THE FUCK UP. #like that's basically my reaction to horror jdffkgdg it's not my genre #i only like cosmic horror and eldrich shit in a depersonalizing way. it's my PTSD gawking at smaller monsters like i'm @ a zoo #tl;dr don't try to scare me cause i'm what's probably a 'horrible person' inside. desensitized. #ptsd warning #← just in case

[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

[daydreamsandcrashingwaves]

Keeping It Close To The Chest Pt 4

Hi Friends! Part four is here for you first!

General warnings for ya'll

Big sads, panic, PTSD, flashbacks/traumatic memories, Danny should come with his own warning, canonical plus one death but it's Danny, guilt (does it classify as survivor guilt? idk)

Anyway! I hope you enjoy! The Ao3 version will be up soon too!

Stay safe, take care of yourselves please, take your meds if you need to, water yourself, eat some food, get some sun! Much love to you all

~Ren

Danny hadn’t woken up this comfortable in a long time. Fingers dragged through his hair carefully working out knots before scratching at his scalp. He was curled into someone’s side. His automatic thought is he crawled into bed with Jazz after patrol. He grumbles a reply as he tries to bury his face deeper into the shirt? Blanket? Whatever it was, it was soft against his cheek. His core is purring in contentment. He feels safe. Something he hasn’t truly felt in a long time. He melts, even if Danny doesn’t understand why the logical part of his brain is begging him to be suspicious. He pushes the thought away and wants to revel in being close to his sister, just for a moment. 

A voice breaks the silence. “Are you awake Danyal?” It comes out hushed, but warm and fond. A distinctly male voice. Danny jerks so harshly the boy he’s resting with begins fussing, worried Danny pulled something.

Danny’s eyes shoot open and he tries to rear back to get a good look, something pulls in his chest but Danny ignores it. His brother’s arm tightens around him keeping him nestled into his side. His brother is staring back at him. Danny looks him over for the first time since he died in the League all those years ago. 

Short dark hair and a face like his own. Danny wants to weep gazing into his emerald eyes. How often had he transformed just to see green eyes instead of blue. Even if doing so brought his memories of the lazarus pits to the surface. 

(He doesn’t really remember, it was a wisp of a memory. His Mother carefully hiding their presence as she rushed his limp body to the pits. It was just nothingness… for once. No more harsh shouts and bruises just the soft transition from alive to dead. His heart had stopped, his lungs refused to bring in more air and then nothing changed to screaming pain searing him down to his bones, or maybe he was the thing screaming as he could feel what little air he had escaped into the toxic water he had been tossed into. He remembers the frantic way he swam upwards, breakinging the surface with hacks and coughs, only to see an unfamiliar landscape around him. This water was actually water, some sort of lake as far as he could tell. A little girl sitting on the dock had reached over and pulled him out of the water by the scruff of his shirt. When Jazz would recall she had always fondly said she had fished out her rabid kitten that day. The rest was history.)  

Danny couldn’t help himself. Kept going back to his mirror to stare into toxic swirling green, trying so desperately to see his brother reflected back. Only to swallow disappointment when the reflection always fell short. For all his genius, for all the solid, crystal clear memories he does have of Damian they are few. All the more Danny hoarded them cradled in between his ribs, mapped them along the many scars that he gained before meeting the Fentons. He had spent so many nights tracing them trying to remember just how he had gotten the mark, Danny instinctually knew that they would lead him to remembering the boy who’s shadows haunted him. Desperate and determined to hold onto any connection to his older brother.

Danny takes a moment to really look at Damian. Damian looks healthy, a bit tired maybe, but his clothes are casual and clean. Nothing like what they wore in training. Damian isn’t as tan as he was as a child, but it was a small difference. There is a faint scar by Damian’s left eye that catches Danny’s attention, it trails down his cheek and under his ear. His hand moves to cup his twin’s face without thinking, softly tracing the mark. Danny aches at the thought that Damian could’ve lost an eye while they were apart. A few more inches down or over and his brother wouldn’t be alive in front of him like this. 

“Damian” The name comes out broken, filled with reverence and awe. Danny can be certain at least in this moment they are safe, together now after a decade. Damian wouldn’t allow himself to be truly relaxed if they were still in danger. 

The world resettles around him. Danny remembers his escape, the portal that ripped through reality to reunite him with his twin. There was so much blood, Danny was sure he was gonna die for good on the floor of some dirty warehouse. Shame floods his system and settles beneath his lungs. Danny grips his hair in frustration as he tries to fill in the yawning blank spots of the last twenty four hours. His delirious panic yesterday is mostly a blur, he can remember soft whispers of Arabic and careful touches. How far he has fallen. He should know better. He should be better. 

He sees the questions that Damian wants to demand answers for behind his favorite pair of green eyes, the frustration that builds under his skin the longer his brother waits to ask. He wishes Damian would just ask him. Danny takes a trembling breath. Danny is confused why he would hesitate, his brother was never one to hold his tongue. A quick glance around some sort of medical room. It seems for now they are alone, proof Damian has some sort of regard or leverage here with their Father. With slight amusement, Danny catches the slight glare of wire and is sure part of the peace came from his twin having trapped any entry points into the room. 

As Danny takes more in the room uncertainty takes root as he starts catching sight of more of his brother’s traps, he was very thorough. Like he was trapping his bedroom in the League from those who would want to cull one of the young heirs. 

Perhaps Damian is also uncertain about his family’s reaction to Danny since he felt the need to defend them in such a way. Truth was Danny had no idea what any of the Bats were truly like. A few rumors about how metas weren’t welcome in Gotham had circulated but other than his childhood stories about their mysterious father Danny was going into this blind. His mother’s opinion was one thing, but Danny refused to be blinded by his feelings again so soon. Mother had said their father loved them, but what assurance was that? Mother wasn’t exactly a good standard to judge others on. The Fentons had said they loved him, they had taken him in as one of their own and raised him. After watching him grow up they didn’t flinch once strapping him to that table. Danny wants to ask just what about his existence is such a threat he must be wiped from the Earth, his memory squashed and scattered. Singular snapshots in time that are taken as the whole of his being. He could run again if he had to, if things go south and Batman also believes Phantom is a threat. If the vigilante wants to turn him over to the GIW...  

A shiver works its way down Danny’s spine and he pulls Damian closer. He can be untouchable and invisible in seconds, Danny reminds himself. The thought of leaving Damian so soon after their reunion makes him pale and his core protest in his chest. His form shutters for a brief moment. Danny tried to shove down the sudden desperation and panic he felt. He had nowhere else he wanted to be, together they could figure something out. Danny wouldn’t have to run. 

His brother is watching him carefully, goes to say something but Danny needs his older brother to just listen for a moment and pushes closer, a gentle hand over Damian’s mouth to silence him. “You said we were with Father. Do you trust them? Are you safe here?” The Arabic stumbles out of him in a hushed whisper. 

They stay like that, staring at each other. An assessment. Danny wants to shrink under his twin’s steady gaze but won’t look away. How Damian responds is important, Danny might be out of practice reading his brother’s expressions but if he tries to placate him, if Danyal isn’t safe here, Damian won’t be able to fully hide his unease. A soft grip pulls his hand away and Damian looks exasperated as he leans forward to bump their temple’s together. “Yes. Our Father adopted many children that despite their overdramatic behavior, they are reliable,” Damian says it begrudgingly but he also sounds incredibly fond. Well, fond for Damian. His brother had never given out meaningless praise before Danny was sure that hadn’t changed in their time apart. He can picture the way Damian’s face softens as he whispers between them, “Father allows me to care for a handful of animals and last Christmas Grayson and Pennyworth presented me with a Studio to create my art pieces in. ” 

A soft awed sound leaves him as Danny tips his head forward onto Damian’s shoulder. It’s just like Damian to know exactly what Danny was searching for even after all these years. Damian can indulge in things that once were decreed by Grandfather as weak here. He can be vulnerable and is with enough regularity that he has a special studio that was made specifically for him to use and a multitude of animals to care for. Danny is suddenly so happy Damian can spend his days petting animals and creating art on canvas instead of training. His brother could hold a brush in his hand instead of honing himself into a weapon to be wielded for the benefit of their Grandfather and his legacy. This was what they whispered about in the dark as children.

Relief is sweet, his body sags into Damian’s. Danny’s smile is so big it almost takes up his whole face, he’s almost drunk with how the release bubbles through his veins. His brother wouldn’t lie to him. If Damian would now just ask the questions they both know he’s itching to, Danny can answer them. Danny will trust his brother, if he trusts the family he is with now then he will too. Likely feeling Danny’s rising nerves Damian leans to catch his eye. “What happened to you, Danyal?” 

Danny can’t help the bitter laugh that leaves him as he sags back into the bed. This conversation will be long and he’d prefer not to go over it twice. “You wanna gather the Bats? I don’t want to go over this a million times.” He can’t help how sad and tired it comes out. 

It’s not the reaction Damian was expecting, unsure what sparked the change in his twin as he just blinks at Danny for a moment before smoothly replying. “ No one but me has access to the Recovery Room at this moment, although Pennyworth has successfully pleaded for his access to be temporarily reinstated when your bandages need to be changed and wounds assessed. I have stayed close to you since we brought you back since we were unsure if you would recognize any of the others and I refused to risk you panicking and reopening your chest wound again.” The hard glare at Danny’s chest makes it clear that Danny will not be escaping the care now that he is conscious and that Damian was aware of the possibility Danny pulled something earlier. He prayed he didn’t pop a stitch, half-ghost or not Damian was still very scary when upset. 

With a huff Damian adds, “Though the family is sure watching through the cameras as they are both worried and incredibly nosy, especially when a new sibling is involved.”  Danny could barely breathe, his gaze bounced about trying to spot the glint of a camera lens. The room felt smaller. How long have they been watching them? Why wouldn’t they confront him? When would people stop impersonally observing him? Were they scared to be close to him? Worried about contamination?

Before the fear could settle Damian caught Danny’s attention. “I simply meant you only have to tell me, once, here. I.. We had thought you would prefer what privacy we can afford while we determined who had done this to you.” The uneasy lit to Damian’s words was matched by his restless need to play with Danny’s fingers. “The family while well intentioned, can be overwhelming. It is difficult gathering everyone and having them sit quietly for extended periods of time and our family is… large.” 

Danny sat stunned. He would never say his brother was mean or cruel in their childhood but consideration of another person was frowned upon outside of ensuring the success of team missions. More often than not those who couldn’t keep up didn’t return. It’s just how the League had worked. For his twin to shield him, possibly creating tension amongst his family just to make Danny feel comfortable. He wasn’t sure how to respond. 

It hurt to see how much his twin had grown in Danny’s absence but it also made Danny flush with pride. Damian’s behavior is proof to Damian’s claims that their father truly is different, maybe even safe for someone like Danny. Swallowing all the things he could say Danny clears his throat with a small but real smile, “Thank you Dami.” 

Once Danny makes a decision he throws himself in head first, this will be no different. Danny has to start at the beginning. He must tell them everything to have a hope of them understanding how Danny ended up dropping through a portal to his brother’s side. For… their family to understand what true danger hunts him even now. 

With a deep breath Danny goes back as far as he can.The terror of fighting to his first death, the enchanting embrace of the dark, his violent resurrection in the pit. How when he surfaced some strange red-headed girl was in his Ahki’s place to pull him soaking wet to the solid wood of the dock. How Danny knew their mother had defied the Demon Head and even if he knew how to get there, Danny could never go back. How when he had done his best to shake off his disorientation it had been childs play to integrate him into the strange family that found him. Danny was good at hiding, at adapting. 

Danny didn’t know how exactly but the Fentons had gotten their hands on a forged birth certificate and social security documents. He assumed through some government contract seeking their expertise on ghosts or weaponry. It was as if he had always existed in Amity Park, there was enough of a rotating population that not many remembered differently. Danyal Al Ghul son of Talia Al Ghul and Bruce Wayne, twin heir to the Shadow and the Bat fully became Daniel Fenton, only son to Maddie and Jack Fenton, younger sibling of Jasmine Fenton.  

Things had been great for a while! Easy even. He gained a sister in Jazz. As he got better at socializing, Jazz’s dedication to practicing with him paid off, he gained friends in Sam and Tucker. Their afternoons spent studying or hanging out at Nasty Burger. He had creative parents who knew so much about science, technology and the universe. Who would take Danny and Jazz camping so they could fish, and eat fudge-filled s’mores by the fire. School was boring but he liked going to the library and looking at their books on space. 

Danny could’ve never imagined how happy life could be away from obligation and duty. Away from his Grandfather. He could live happily while keeping his weakness from eroding the League further. Danny had tried so hard to forget, forget so his guilt about him alone getting all these soft experiences wouldn’t eat him alive. How dare he friviously enjoy a normal childhood when his brother was left behind with the course sand and suffocating expectations.

Things had been great until their obsession with completing the portal infected his new home. That kind of overwhelming happiness was simply too good to be true for someone who had done the things Danny has. His parents would spend days holed up in the basement building. Grocery shopping, cooking, cleaning, and maintenance to the house it all fell to the side. House keeping wasn’t nearly as interesting as trying to build a bridge to another world. Eventually Jazz dragged Danny to the library so she could teach them how to do those things on their own. Danny could never tell her he already had learned to do most chores on his own by the age of 5 and if the debit card stopped working he could trap and clean something reasonably sized in the woods for them to eat. 

Danny had tried to convince himself after the portal failed to open at his parent’s big presentation things would soon return to their normal, as chaotic as that normal was. Sure they had been really upset, slipping into depression, but they always started up again. Gained their groove. They had gone on their vacation and… Then the portal turned on. Well, he turned it on and was electrocuted with the entirety of the town’s power grid. (They had done the math at some point to figure out the exact voltage but Danny had never wanted it written down, if Tucker thought it was important to know he could keep it hidden under his firewall in a secure file.) 

His second death was painful. The electricity had burned its way through his body, stopping his heart, only for the ectoplasm to force it to beat once more. He was sure his heart would burst under the strain. Or the ectoplasm would rip holes in the delicate tissue as it puppeteered it into the sluggish beating he has now. How does he put into words what becoming the gateway between two realities feels like? It was… An eternity hoping for the agony lighting up his nerves to end in the seconds it took for the ectoplasm to merge with him down to his DNA. He could feel his cells splice, die, stutter, and trip but life surged and evolved. He became something new, something unknown, something rare.

#daydreamsandcrashingwaves #ddcw.txt #daydreamsandcrashingwaveswrites #dc x dp #danny and damian are twins #danny fenton #damian wayne #big brother damian wayne #big feels #panic #PTSD #flashbacks/traumatic memories #Danny should come with his own warning #canonical plus one death but it's Danny #guilt (does it classify as survivor guilt? idk) #I made myself sad but now i release it to you so YOU are also sad lmfao #Keeping it close to the chest fic #keeping it close to the chest #demon twins au #twin au #damian and danny are twins

[kairukitsuneo]

Fireworks PTSD (Part 1)

Sometimes fireworks trigger some flashback and it was never good.

#transformers #fireworks ptsd #transformers fanarts #rotb mirage #noah diaz #rotb noah #sad angst #hurt angst #angst comic #kairukitsuneOart #my comic #my arts #digital arts #fanarts #arts #tf fanarts #Im sorry but hurt and angst fuel me (no #drawing is pain #cw decapitation #Im not sure if I should tag the trigger warning above but just in case even tho just a silhouette #mirnoah #mirage x noah #norage #I want to see how scared Mirage is when the war got outta hand (no #I hope I portray the angsty part very well cuz Im proud of myself (hey #Also Idk if transforming sound effect is correct shhh kr krkr lmao

[giddlygoat]

so much apple pie with cheese 🫡 i had this idea that willard mentions he loves apple pie and wallace, being wallace, builds a full scale automatic apple pie machine as a gift and willard . does Not receive it well

#gromit is very protective of wallace too and does NOT trust willard at first bc he very clearly is hiding stuff #but i wanna do a sub plot with gromit where he digs deeper and finds out about willard’s past with melisha #and runs to warn wallace about the old pie machine explosion before wallace smacks willard over the head with his PTSD from the farm #but he’s too late bc wallace has already unveiled it. and willard SNAPS [not pictured] #i’m bouncing around with all my ideas AAAA #apple pie with cheese #wallace & gromit #gromit #willard tweedy #willard #chicken run #aardman #giddly’s art #no id

[steevbuckk]

FAVORITE STUCKY FICS | 58/100

You and a Test of Will by @sergeantscarlett

[Modern AU, 72 489 words, Explicit]

Summary:

Bucky Barnes suffered from depression before he joined the army, and when he came back, he suffered tenfold. Steve Rogers painted his nightmares and didn't talk about how he lost his leg. Natasha believed it was possible -- just maybe -- that broken people could help heal one another.

more fics

#100stucky #stucky #stevebucky #fic rec #my recs #steve rogers #bucky barnes #please read the warnings #modern au #ptsd #recovery #angst with a happy ending #smut #hurt/comfort #marvel #stucky fic #stucky fic rec #steve/bucky #signal boost #moodboard #steve and bucky #dog #steve x bucky #steve rogers/bucky barnes #stucky fanfiction #steve rogers x bucky barnes #stucky fanfic

[honeyjars-sims]

2.27 Old Wounds

TRIGGER WARNING: This post contains C-PTSD flashbacks relating to child abuse. While not graphic, please use your own discretion in continuing with this post if those topics are triggering or upsetting to you.

Bonnie: I just wanted to say thanks to everyone for coming out to celebrate my birthday with me. We’ve been through a lot as a family, but I’m so glad that we’re all here together now.

Johnny: Happy birthday, Mom!

Chantal and Destiny: Happy birthday!

Trinity: Just cut the cake already!

[laughter]

Johnny: So you’re the kid who’s dating my little sister. What’s your deal? Got a job yet?

Demarcus: No, sir, I’m only 12.

Johnny: Hmm. Well, I hope you’re treating my sister right. I know how 12-year-old boys are. I was one, after all.

[Johnny starts to put his hand on Demarcus’ shoulder]

Demarcus: Ah! Don't hurt me!

[Johnny has a flashback of Jimmy: Don't be such a brat and I won't have to!]

Johnny: I won't, why would you think that?

Demarcus: I dunno. Isn’t that what big brothers do?

Johnny: No! I was just messing with you. I would never…I’ll be back.

[Johnny goes to the bathroom to compose himself] 

Bonnie: [holding Darien] And there’s your Auntie Chantal!

Chantal: Hey sweet boy!

Destiny: Sorry Mom, I’m gonna have to take him back so I can put him down for a nap. 

Bonnie: Aw, sweet dreams little guy! [to Chantal] Doesn’t he make you want one of your own?

Chantal: Nope! I’m done with men anyhow.

Bonnie: I can’t blame you for that one. They cause nothin’ but trouble.

[The front door opens]

Trinity: Dad!

Jimmy: Hey princess! I thought I’d stop by to say hello since I didn’t get to see you this weekend.

Chantal: Mom, what the fuck? Why is he here?

Bonnie: Jimmy, I told you not to come!

Jimmy: Relax, I’ll just be a second. Hey, Johnny! Listen, I've been wanting--

Chantal: Don’t you fucking get near him!

Destiny: Stay back, Jimmy!

Jimmy: I just want to apologize!

[Chantal and Destiny block Jimmy from getting near Johnny. Johnny runs out of the apartment]

Bonnie: Johnny! Wait!

[Everyone follows Johnny outside]

Chantal: Jimmy, get the fuck out of here before I fucking end you!

Destiny: Leave, Jimmy!

Jimmy: Fine, I’m leaving! This wouldn’t be a problem if he wasn’t such a pussy.

Destiny: [to Bonnie] We’ve got him.

Johnny: [to Chantal] Please take me home.

Bonnie: Johnny, I’m so sorry, I told him not to come. I–

Chantal: Stop! You’ve done enough. Let’s go, bubs.

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#this post was hard to get through 😔 #my guy has some difficult times ahead #but I wouldn't put him through it without a reason #ts4 #the sims 4 #sims 4 #ts4 story #simblr #sims storytelling #sims story #simlit #stksafeharbor #safeharborstory #sh:bonnie #sh:chantal #sh:destiny #sh:jimmy #sh:johnny #sh:chapter2 #tw ptsd #tw cptsd #gif warning #tw child abuse #tw ptsd flashback #twchildabuse #childabusetw #ptsdtw #twptsd

[bvnniebog]

i crave the childhood i never had, there never was a me before my trauma

#csa tw #csa survivor #csa vent #sa trigger warning #trauma cw #actually traumatized #actually ptsd #trauma posting

[angelicwh0r3]

I wish I've never been touched without my consent, I feel like I've lost parts of myself that have been touched and I will never win them back

#sa trauma #bpd stuff #bpd vent #ptsd #actually ptsd #s3xual assault #vent post #trauma #sa trigger warning

[skykid-nadir]

With the next Season apparently just around the corner, this post is to let everyone know that it will deal with heavy themes that might be sensitive for some people.

Avoiding spoilers as much as possible, it follows a group of refugees and addresses the loss and trauma they experienced. If war, death, police brutality, or similarly heavy topics are triggering to you, please use caution in participating in Seasonal quests!

#sky cotl #sky children of the light #sky beta #season of remembrance #ptsd warning #trauma warning

[fcreststridcr]

"...urghhg...hah hah...argg..*cough*...."

Struggling to calm his chest, fears that he's hyperventilating. No, this can't be happening.

Stupid thunder, stupid lightning.

He feels weak, eyelids trying to stay open as he slumps down.

Unresponsive.

#dash commentary #ptsd warning #angst warning

[fairymint]

Shh. Holding time. Maybe a little bit of headbutting. Cat like behavior.

...He had been crying. Perhaps not sobbing, or anything worth the effort of mental self harm, but scared all the same. Halfway self-soothed by the time he'd even asked to be held. The self-work had been done, in a sense. Just a soft thing with watery eyes, now. Implicit emotional flashback gone, stop mean to people... A very small squeak of reflex, of a body that tensed 'don't hurt me' despite knowing better, one last time before relaxing.

Natural, really. The ease of untensing his body into a familiar form, of the other. Let him be small for a moment. Done being an unreachable little monster in record time. A shame that he asks this while so tired, sorry he's damaged...even if it's only a teensy crack. Had he the normal energy, this would be eagerly showered with affection and appreciation in the form of snuggles, well earned. A weak rubbing with the cheek will have to do. His body is a little hot from the mild shame and tears. A slight bit ached, from tension. Were he the ability to purr, it'd have been quiet and self-soothing...appreciative.

#ask. #gcd fcrsaken #ptsd warning #technically not Now but what he's recovering from lol- #mans got too tired and bullied. this time around /after/ being told to stop perhaps 3 times! fun for him. #discord commentary. #something something cat hiding an injury. an emotional bruise

[runby2]

i don't know who needs to hear this specifically but with the influx of discord servers dedicated to only mental illness discussion and spaces that only talk about racial discourse etc.

don't join those. those are echo chambers, and they will effect how you see your life. if you only focus on your mental illness or disabilities or only focus on racism you experience i know it may feel good to have a community where you can say "well i know this because i am this and no one else understands me if they're not this" or spaces where you can "educate" people who join but you are isolating yourself from actual society. it's a form of isolation. please find mixed social servers with many different people and many different opinions and branch out. communities like these ruined my view of the world and made me assume no one was like me at all out there if they didn't fit a cookie cutter definition and I do not want anyone else to fall into that.

you will find other people like you that aren't prone to community isolation for things that make humans human ! and it will feel liberating

#positivity #i didn't have anyone warn me about this so #if anyone out there is looking for a sign that they should leave spaces like these #i'm giving you it!! #mental illness #did osdd #ptsd #borderline personality disorder #maladaptive daydreaming #disability #discord #adhd

[small-but-mightyy]

#my art #vent art #okay to rb #tw alexithymia #dpdr tw #eye strain warning #depression #anxiety #trauma #mentally ill #dissociation #childhood trauma #complex PTSD #actually traumatized #actuallyabused #actually borderline #actually dissociative #traumacore #ventcore