#sa trigger warning

[wellen-katze]

Astarion short comic [SA trigger warning!]

If you are not stable enough, please consider on waiting to read my stuff till you are feeling better.

A drawn idea probably happening around the 2 act I think, once you decide to romance him.

I always thought that something very extreme must have happened between the player and Astarion during the nights, especially with the background knowledge of how much experience Astarion must have had. Maybe the combination of bonded tadpoles and satisfied hunger help him, but after his confession, I could imagine that something much more eye-opening could have happened between the characters. The possibilities are endless, I enjoy playing around with that!

#comic #baldur's gate 3 #fanart #bg3 #astarion #astarion comic #baldurs gate #baldurs gate astarion #digital art #sa trigger warning #act2 spoiler #bg3 comic #baldurs gate fanart #baldur's gate 3 comic

[dontshootmespence]

This is a pro-choice blog.

It’s an I wanted this baby but at my anatomy scan I found out my baby will die after it’s born blog.

It’s an I’m not financially, mentally or emotionally stable enough to bring a child into this world blog.

It’s an I can’t live with the result of my sexual assault blog.

It’s an I miscarried but the fetus will not evacuate on its own blog.

It’s an I will die if I carry this to term blog.

It’s an I don’t want to be fucking pregnant blog.

It’s a pro-choice blog.

If you see this decision as a win, educate yourself. People with uteruses WILL die. And if that’s okay with you, don’t claim you’re pro-life.

Oh, and a big, fat FUCK YOU.

#pro choice #roe v wade #sa trigger warning #pregnancy

[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

[bvnniebog]

what kind of god would allow this to happen to a child?

#sa tw #csa tw #csa vent #csa survivor #csa vent art #sa trigger warning #vent account #vent art #trauma art #venting #actually traumatized #actual ptsd #trauma cw #trauma coping #Traumacore #Traumacore art #heavy vent #My vent art

[wronggalaxy]

We need to talk about the absolutely shitty way male presenting people are treated when raped, especially when it was a female presenting person who did it.

1) Most feminists need to shut up about how they "support male rape victims when men don't". If your support doesn't start until the rape happens, it's not support. If you only put support line cards in women's spaces, it's not support. If you always use she/her pronouns for victims and he/him for abusers, it's not support.

2) It's a lot harder for people presenting as men to come out about being assaulted because of the way they're sexualized, the lack of emotional support they receive, and the idea that all men are big and strong and aggressive.

3) All though female presenting people aren't taken nearly serious enough when raped, it's much easier for them to make it seem like their victim was the abuser than you think it is. Even when the victim is a child and the abuser an adult.

4) If a little girl starts sexualizing herself or others it's more likely people will recognize the signs of assault than if a little boy does.

And a billion other things to.

And BTW, I'm an AFAB female presenting genderqueer feminist who has been sexually assaulted by boys(my age and older), so don't even try and tell me it's just my gender or sex or political beliefs or lack of experience clouding my judgment. I know what I'm talking about.

#r@pe tw #sa trauma #sa trigger warning #sa tw #gender neutral language #victim #men can be victims too #women can be abusers too

[detectiveruebennett]

set me free | sam wilson

summary: it is said that your skin will regenerate itself approximately every 27 days. although, that may be true... it's been two years. why doesn't it feel like it?

pairing(s): sam wilson x teen!black!reader [ minor natasha romanoff x teen!black!reader as well ]

warning(s): talks of sexual assault, panic attack

genre: angst, hurt/comfort words: 2,278

authors note: IF THE TOPIC OF SEXUAL ASSAULT IS TRIGGERING PLEASE DO NOT READ!!! the parts that are in italics are flashbacks to reader's nightmare. the flashback doesn't go into detail of the reader's SA, only Sam comforting them about the nightmare. this is a vent fic is based on my experience as a SA survivor. i use writing as a way of coping and stuff. it's free therapy. i've been sitting on this fic for over a year debating on if i wanted to post it and finally finished it. the ending is kinda rushed tho.

Two years ago, you died. Well, not physically. You were still breathing and everything. But that was when your innocence had retired. You never told anyone when it first happened. You were too scared of the consequences. And, by the time you hadn't, it seemed too late to speak up, in your opinion. There was nothing anyone could do now. He already ruined you. So, you just let it be.

Eventually, you learned from Sam and Natasha that your uncle was arrested for multiple charges of sexual assault. You were immediately overwhelmed with tears at the announcement, for you finally felt free. You began to laugh as well. The pair were quite confused as they watched you laugh and cry. A weight lifted off your shoulders that day as you finally could admit what he did to you. Sam suggested speaking up, but you were still very fearful of even being in the same room as him. It didn't matter that you'd be protected during the trials; the thought of it made you sick.

You still get nightmares from time to time. Sometimes, they were manageable. Other times, they were not. Last night, it seemed like luck was not on your side. You didn't get much sleep due to how bad this one was.

~~

It felt too real as if he was watching in the shadows of your room. FRIDAY alerted Sam due to the spike in your vitals. You'd awakened in a state of panic. You sat in a pool of sweat as your heart pounded in your head.

Sam busted through the door in a frenzy. He hadn't noticed his mistake until you frantically hurried out of bed toward the widow bites on the desk. You trembled in the corner of the room as you pointed the weapon toward him. Sam lifted his hands as he attempted to persuade you to put the weapon down. "It's okay. You aren't there anymore. You're safe," he assured. "You can drop it. It's okay." He stayed in that spot, repeating those phrases until you lowered the weapon.

Finally, the widow bites hit the ground. You drop down along with it. Slowly, Sam takes a couple of steps toward you. Knowing you were still startled, he squatted down to your level to make himself less of a threat. He kept some distance between you, instructing FRIDAY to turn on the lights. "You're safe. I'm here. It's okay." You quivered in fear. Although you saw Sam before you, you only heard your uncle's voice -- the monster who took advantage of you. Your mind was playing tricks on you. "Breathe with me, yeah? Ready? One, two, three, four…." You obeyed his instructions.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

Soon enough, your breathing went back to normal. Your sobs shift to hiccups and periodic sniffling. Sam waited for you to settle more before questioning, "Is it okay if I move closer?" He didn't want to set you off again.

You nod.

"Are you sure?" 

You swallowed. "Yes," you whispered with a croaky voice. 

Carefully, Sam scoots to sit beside you. He makes a point of keeping some space between you. You sit in silence for a while. He wants you to take control of the situation. He doesn't want you to feel pressured to talk. You recognized the silent act and appreciated him dearly.

"I… I thought I saw him." You glanced up at Sam; your voice was low, shaky. You pointed to the corner adjacent to you. "H-He was right there." Sam doesn't speak. He held out his hand as a silent invitation of reassurance. His eyes and the expression on his face held sympathy. You clutch his hand like your lifeline.

"He can't reach you anymore." Those five words caused a loud sob to escape. Sam pulled you onto his lap and nestled you as you let it all out. He couldn't prevent the tears from falling. Sam hated that this happened to you. No one deserves to feel manipulated and violated.

"God, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." 

You sat there for who knows how long. Waves of grief and pain danced throughout the room as both of you cried. Sam grieved with you as you wept over the loss of who you once were. Truthfully, he felt responsible for what happened to you. The man wished that he was there to protect you that night.

He hadn't noticed that you'd fallen asleep until he heard the sound of soft snores. Guessing that you wouldn't want to sleep in your bedroom for the rest of the night, Sam slowly maneuvered himself to carry you to his room instead. Sam spotted your teddy bear in his peripheral vision as he approached the door and grabbed it before walking down the corridors. Thankfully, he didn't have to worry about waking anyone else in the Compound because only You, Sam, and Natasha lived on this floor. As far as Sam knew, Natasha was still visiting her sister, Yelena, in Ohio.

Once he settled you in his bed, Sam made himself a makeshift bed on the floor at the end of the bed. Sam knew you'd end up scolding him in the morning for doing so, but he didn't care. He checked his phone for the time and noticed a message.

Message from Nat:

Hey. Friday alerted me that [Name] had a nightmare again. My flight isn't for another hour, but I'll be there before she wakes up. I know you've got them, so I'm not too worried. Update me tomorrow :)

Delivered at 2:35 a.m.

I finally got her back to bed. This one seemed much worse. I'll tell you more in the morning. Have a safe flight, Nat

Delivered at 3:56 a.m.

Sam checked up on you again before allowing himself to fall back asleep. "Sweet dreams, [Name]."

~~

As you wake up, the scent of lavender and pine trees greets you. From beneath you, you can hear Sam snoring. Usually, you'd scold him for the potential back pain he'd experience later. But you were too exhausted today to do so. Despite your body's protests, your brain determines you are better off continuing your education. Some of you believe that connecting with friends will lift your mood. So you try not to wake up Sam and sneak back to your room to prepare for the day.

You were better off staying at home. 

The school hours are a blur. You lack self-control. You are not present mentally. You've detached yourself from everything. You were tired of your peers and those who didn't know you well. You wrote your exhaustion off as pulling an all nighter, which wasn’t too much of a lie in your eyes. That was your explanation when confronted with your unusual behavior. Most people bought it. It took more sway from Peter, Ned, and Michelle. They stopped bothering you after you assured them you were okay, though you still occasionally felt some concern. When the day is done, you are overwhelmed by the amount of skin you would brush up against while walking through the hallways to your next destination. You're quick to pack your belongings and rush out of the building. You don't bother to say goodbye to your friends.

A black Corvette Stingray awaits you just outside the school's main entrance. "Hey, Solnishko," Natasha says as you enter the car. When you questioned Natasha one day during your training session, she explained that it meant "little sun." She described you as having a bright and fiery essence, similar to the sun. And you became her little sun from then on. However, her little sun isn't shining as bright as usual today.  

The term endearment makes you smile but doesn't reach your eyes. Natasha doesn't comment on your gloomy disposition.

"Hi," you reply. "How was your trip?" The upbeat tone you desire does not come through. As Natasha drives away, you concentrate on the blurry scenery outside the window. You cringe internally at your lack of enthusiasm. Even though small talk is the last thing you want to do right now, you last saw Natasha a while ago. You were missing her presence.

"It was great. Later, I'll fill you in on everything." Only a murmur is returned, so the redhead ends the conversation there. The only sound on the return trip home is the radio playing at a low volume.

Natasha knows that you're not yourself. Your body language reeks of detachment. She doesn't take offense to the lack of expression you offer her. Sam gave her the run-down of last night's events once you left for school. She sees herself in you, and it pains her. The same drained look in her eyes after the memory of the past that Natasha pleaded to any god who would listen to escape. She knows how it feels to have her body controlled in such a terrible way - Innocence that was snatched away without any consent. It upset her terribly, but the most she can do is comfort you in any way she can. 

Once you enter the Compound, she guides you to her room, knowing that you usually find solace in her bed compared to your own. "Do you want to talk about it?" You still stand at the edge of her bed, arms crossed against your chest as comfort. She sits with her back against the headboard, waiting for you to make a move yourself. She waits patiently for you as you ponder whether you want to relive the nightmare again. You crawl over to the opposite side of the bed and lie so your head rests in her lap. "You know, I was talking with Bruce the other day, and he told me our skin regenerates itself every 27 days," you say as she caresses your cheek. "It's been two years, Tasha; why can I still feel him?" Your voice cracks as the tears you've been fighting away resurface.

Natasha's throat runs dry at your words. She wants nothing more than to harm the man that hurt you. Of course, there isn't a time limit when it comes to healing from trauma, but she hates that this still affects you so profoundly to this day. "I don't know, Solnishko," she whispers. She's at a loss for words. She knows nothing she says will immediately take away the pain you experience. "I'm sorry I can't take the grief away, sweetheart. If I could, I'd do it in a heartbeat." 

"I know. But your presence is enough for me." You bask in each other's comfort for a while. "Is Sam still home?" 

"Yeah, did you want to see him?" she asks, and you nod in response. 

"Okay. Hey Friday?" she calls to the Artificial Intelligence. "Can you tell Sam to come to my room, please?"

"Of course, Ms. Romanoff," the AI replies after a beat.

After a few minutes, a knock sounds at her door. Granting the man entrance, Natasha gestures to the teen in her lap, who has their eyes closed. "Hi, honey," Sam greets them as he nears the edge of the bed. Slightly opening your eyes at the sound of his voice, you grin. "Hi, Sammy," you whisper. 

"How are you feeling now?" He asks you. Observing your face, he can see signs of exhaustion in your eyes. 

"Very drained," you admit. "But a little better now that both of you are here." As much as you love everyone on the team and have a strong connection with them, you've always been more connected to Sam and Natasha for some reason. And the two of them love you like their own. They both smile softly at that. 

"How about we all take a nap, yeah? And then we can go out for dinner later?" Natasha suggests, looking at Sam for his thoughts on the suggestion. 

He nods. "Sounds good to me. Is that okay with you?" He asks you for confirmation.

You nod in agreement. With a yawn from you, you all situate yourselves on Natasha's bed. Sam and Natasha lay on opposite ends, with you in the middle. They wait until your breath evens out before speaking quietly. "I might call the school tomorrow to excuse her. She needs a day for herself." Sam tells the redhead. 

"Yeah, she needs it. Maybe we could plan an outing with the team for her." She kisses your forehead, brushing your braids out of your face. "Or just with us, depending on how she's feeling in the morning." 

Sam nods at the idea and closes his eyes; Natasha follows suit. And for a while, it's quiet until he says, "You know, you'd make an incredible mother, Nat." The statement causes Natasha to open her eyes again and look at Sam. He knows the subject of motherhood is a touchy one, given her background, but he can't help but admit it. He honestly does believe his friend would be the best parent. "Thank you. You know, you wouldn't make too bad of a father yourself, Wilson. You already have the terrible dad jokes downpacked," she says with a light chuckle. 

He sucks his teeth. "They not that bad."

She smirked lazily as the jet lag from the mission caught up to her. "Everyone else begs to differ." 

"You think they'll be okay?" Sam asks as he stares at the sleeping teen between them. 

"They always do. They have us in their corner to guide them," she reminds him, and he nods in agreement. If you were anything like either of them, you wouldn't let this throw you off track forever. You always bounce back from whatever obstacles life throws at you. With that, they fall asleep with a heaviness in their hearts for you, but they know you'll be alright. 

#sa trigger warning #sam wilson #sam wilson x you #sam wilson x black!reader #black reader #spotfiy #ofblckwriters #marvel mcu #avengers #mcu #marvel imagine #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x black!reader #Spotify

[countess-dawn]

"TW ASTARION SA DRAMA"

I'm not a fan of the idea that Astarion is too damaged to romance." As someone who has faced severe trauma and PTSD that has impacted my ability to form healthy relationships, I've learned that I still need love, and I deserve it. While I may act aggressively when scared, I'm not dangerous. However, communication is crucial in a partnership, and both people involved need to know the other person's triggers and coping mechanisms. I understand not wanting to be involved with a dangerous individual, but the idea that Astarion is beyond redemption or unworthy of love is not a positive message to spread. It's important to remember that everyone's journey to healing and growth is unique, and even those who have experienced significant trauma can find love and happiness.

It's important to differentiate between fiction and reality. Astarion is a fictional character, and you cannot harm him. However, many trauma survivors use Astarion as a way to cope, including myself. Sending negative and insulting messages to Astarion's fans can potentially hurt and negatively affect their mental health. It's fine not to like Astarion, but actively bullying fans who do is not alright. We all deserve to feel safe and respected in fandom spaces."

I also see alot of people making the joke "i can fix him" about astarion, but trauma survivors are not people to be fixed, nor are they toys to be moulded. It's impotent to support and care for others because you care and want them to be the best version of themselves, not because you want them to be your perfect partner. Everyone deserves to be cared for and understood, regardless of their past. Thanks for reading.

#astarion #bg3 astarion #tw astarion #tw abuse #sa trigger warning #bg3

[p0ssiblyav4mpire]

Every time I cry over my friend ignoring my messages, I have to remind myself I was gro0m3d and S@'d when I was 9 like this is not my biggest issue

#vent post #tw vent #sa trigger warning #sa trauma #sa tw #male sa victim #ana male #male ed #boy ana #4norexla #@tw edd #ed behaviour tw #ed bullshit #@n0r3xia #ed male #ed meals

[itcamefrombeneaththeblog]

Bad Dream House

Warning: This poem is fucked up. SA TRIGGER WARNINGS. Proceed at your own risk.

Every time it's the same.

A long flowing staircase,

Impossibly curved,

Leading nowhere. Screaming mother,

See your child taken.

See me ripped from your arms

Forever.

Feral panic.

A foyer of dark antique wood and purple

Velvet like adorments,

Where lies ruin and anxiety,

That will never leave me.

And they dress so well,

To hide the viscious, cruel beasts within,

Their smiles are like screams.

They smile like death.

I am with the dead things now.

Suckling at the breast of a long dead corpse

I venture forth into the tomb,

A verbose and elequent stream of

Conscious want and desire.

Sweet smells,

Like rot.

They kill me there, by the fireplace,

Over and over again,

Laughing as they stomp, kick, beat, rip, tear, rend with teeth and filling me with themselves.

They fuck my soul.

Black bile injected into my veins,

Make the suffering worse. I beg them to make it worse so I'll die.

Expert hands know exactly how far to take the meat so it doesn't turn.

There is a need

To be alone, forever. To die.

Because I'm fucking tired. I wear death's visage, and yet no souls can I reap,

For I only wish to be in void. Purposeless, not a doll to be fucked by greedy, uncaring hands.

Downstairs is true horror.

Pitch black presence, threadbare furniture.

This is a room for disgusting, vile acts of wanton misery and the ruining of innocence for dark gods.

Smashing into running shins and knees,

Falling, tripped in that slow dreamlike

State of being.

It's coming, in the dark, and its laughing.

The face is always the same, somehow to big and to small,

Fleshy like a ball of unformed clay,

Pink and yellow,

Rotting formless meat.

It rips me asunder, spreading my soul out for all the other creatures to take and rape,

As it consumes me.

And in the brief moments of agony I find a moments piece, as I no longer exist,

Until I wake up, on the doorstep

Of the bad dream house.

#dark poetry #fucked up #sa trigger warning #abuse #disturbing #messed up #dark academia #dark dreams #nightmares #extreme dessication #my bad dreams are worse than yours #poem #poem of the week #original poem #poems on tumblr #my real dreams #this really happened #blog #writing #writers #poetry #authors #dead poets society #art #dark art #fucked up art

[woundlingus]

New gender neutral bathroom just dropped in Ballarat ❤️

#George Pell #cardinal Pell #auspol #Australian politics #CSA trigger warning #SA trigger warning

[therealsoulking]

Chainsaw Man Chapter 137

The Sexual Assault Devil Strikes!

and our intrepid hero? He's not having any of it!

Denji's finally ready to move past his desperation for intimacy and companionship, and can be more discerning with his choice of company!

Guess I spoke too soon. I'd better not see that image on the right used for unsavory purposes.

Holy shit, Karaoke Fujimoto.

Not even the best musical number in Chainsaw Man this month :/

And then a bunch of guys show up to beat the shit out of Denji with baseball bats?

They're just lining up? For some reason?

Welp, Denji kicked all their asses, now he's ready to take on the next person who's after him. But who is she? The SA Devil, as people have joked? The latest incarnation of Galgali, the violence fiend? Just some Devil Hunter who wants Denji in the ground? One of Yoshida's coworkers trying to test Denji?? Who fucking knows. See ya in two weeks.

#chainsaw man part 2 #chainsaw man #chainsaw man spoilers #denji #sa trigger warning #sa tw #manga #manga spoilers #violence fiend #hirofumi yoshida

[vorracle]

{ You set my recovery back so much. }

I didn’t want to waste more than 2 minutes on drawing that POS so I didn’t.

Yes, those were his exact words to me when I asked him that question.

Safe words are there for a reason and when the safe word is said, it doesn’t matter what you’re doing or how you're feeling, you STOP. Ignoring safe words does, in fact, make you a rapist. The other party is putting their full trust into you and you don't get to take advantage of that and smash it because you didn't want to stop. You are scum.

#artists on tumblr #digital art #art #procreate #2024 art #actually traumatized #trauma vent #voracle alters #voracle art #voracle frei #sa tw #traumacore #sa trauma #sa trigger warning #ptsd vent #abuse tw #cw abuse #tw abuse #abuse survivor

[ssewerrattt]

it’s been a rough year

#I figured it was easier to vent via art since I suck at journaling #my art #sa #sa trigger warning #vent art

[memes-saved-me]

David saying that the fighting back is his favourite part, implying not only had he done that before but still does, likely on a regular basis...and he was a teacher

Also the fact he said he was now the father to Alec's daughter and said the same to Ellie before trying to. The fact her mother didn't do anything and looked terrified. At first I thought for herself but now I know it wasn't

#I'm gonna go be sick #tw sa #tw sa mention #tw sa implied #sa tw #sa trigger warning #tlou #tlou spoilers #the last of us spoilers #the last of us

[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

[plutosquarevenus]

The worst part of being sexually assaulted is listening to your friends reactions. Let me explain, that's not completely true. Listening to them say "I'd fight back."

"I wouldn't let that happen to me."

The unspoken message being clear as day to me.

"I'm stronger than you."

It makes me want to puke.

#sa trauma #sa trigger warning