#trauma reveal

[foundfamilywhump]

a character who has bottled up something terrible that happened to them. maybe it's something they saw, maybe something done to them, whatever it is it's profoundly traumatized them. they keep going, pushing it down, dismissing concerns, or even having suppressed it long enough nobody even knows to be concerned at all. and then one day they talk. one day, because they finally can't take it anymore, or they were so triggered they can't keep it in, or something messed with their control (fever, drug, etc) that they just spilled it out.

and the entire time they're talking, they're shaking so hard it makes it difficult to speak. their friends/teammates/whoever try to listen and try to help, extremely alarmed with how seriously they're affected, but the shaking just keeps getting harder. they're not crying, they're just. shaking.

#gav gab #whump #whump scenario #shaking #trembling #hidden trauma #trauma reveal #the thing is shaking from fear/trauma is catnip to me

[lilituism]

For @dickgraysonweek 2024

Day 4: Batman’s Most Trusted | Trauma Reveal | Reverse Robins

#dc comic #illustration #digital fanart #dick grayson #nightwing #jason todd #red hood #day 4 #dickgraysonweek2024 #trauma reveal #forever evil

[steelandblood]

#whump #whumpblr #trauma reveal

[oh-look-a-homosexual-punk-bitch]

I FUCKING HATE MY SIL'S MOMS BOYFRIEND, HE BANGED ON THE DOOR AT 5:30AM AND I HAD A FUCKING PANIC ATTACK BECAUSE I THOUGHT IT WAS THE FUCKING COPS OR DRUG TASK FORCE, ITS A FUCKING TRAUMA RESPONSE FOR ME CUZ I WAS IN A DRUG RAID AS A KID, HE FUCKING KNOWS THAT, YET HE STILL DID IT, I FUCKING HATE HIM

#all caps #tw swearing #tw drug task force #tw cop mention #tw cops #trauma #trauma response #trauma recovery #trauma related #trauma reveal #hes a total asshole #tw vent??? #tw vent

[nursal1060writes]

Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category: M/M

Fandoms: DCU, Batman - All Media Types, Nightwing (Comics), Deathstroke the Terminator (Comics)

Relationship: Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

Characters: Dick Grayson, Slade Wilson, Tim Drake

Additional Tags:

Past Rape/Non-con, Self-Flagellation, Trauma, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Psychological Trauma, Safehouses, Showers, Enemy Lovers, Batfamily (DCU), Protective Batfamily (DCU), Good Sibling Tim Drake, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Dick Grayson Needs a Hug, victim Dick Grayson, Self-Hatred, Established Relationship, Cold, Caring, Protective Slade Wilson, Good Slade Wilson, Soft Slade Wilson, Revenge, Protectiveness, Healing, Cuddling & Snuggling, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Moving On, Recovery, Rape Recovery, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Dick Grayson Anniversary Week, Not Beta Read, Sladin, sladick

Language: English

Words: 1,056

Summary:

Today was the anniversary of something awful - Dick tries his best to forget, but the pain is so much.

Slade is there to help him through his self-flagellation and trauma.

*Dick Grayson Anniversary Week - Trauma Reveal

@dickgraysonweek

#day4 #trauma reveal #fanfiction #dick Grayson anniversary week #fanfic #writing #ao3 fanfic #fandom #challenge #dcu #ao3 link #dickgraysonweek2024

[spirit-whump]

whumptober2023 No. 2: “I’ll call out your name, but you won’t call back.”

Thermometer | Delirium | “They don’t care about you.”

Fandom: Power Rangers Jungle Fury

Whumptober on my ao3

tw: abuse (implied and discussed, not in the text itself)

“Did you know?”

RJ opened his eyes and, to Rose’s irritation, smiled when he saw her standing in front of him - like he wasn’t in a prison cell waiting to fight to the death, like she wasn’t one of the people responsible for his imprisonment in the first place. 

She never understood him. She had never wanted to. She had refused to let him get under her skin. She hadn’t let him get under her skin. Even if she had maybe been softening to him over the past few weeks, even if she had let herself not feel totally uncomfortable with him around, Rose hadn’t let him get to her. She hadn’t. 

So why did him smiling at her make her feel so uncomfortable?

“That’s a very vague question, little serpent,” RJ said, putting his hands together and resting his chin on his fingertips. “I know a lot of things. It’s possible I may know what you’re talking about, if you’re willing to share.”

“You know what I’m talking about,” Rose snapped, fists tightening. “Did you know that I wasn’t on your side? That I wasn’t really a ranger?”

RJ’s smile fell. 

“Ah, that.” RJ tapped his fingers together. “Not at the beginning, although I admit to thinking there were some holes in your story.”

“And you didn’t bother to double check my story? To make sure I was who I said I was?”

There was a small clatter nearby. Rose spun towards the noise at once. No one was there, just a mouse scurrying across the floor away from a pebble it had knocked across the rocky floor. She gathered herself together and turned back to RJ, though she kept her eyes over his head rather than on him.

“You okay?” RJ asked.

“Forget that. Answer the question. You didn’t double check my story?”

RJ shrugged. “No. I figured one extra student was like a curly fry you find mixed in with regular fries - unexpected but welcome.” He smiled that stupid smile of his, the one that he meant to disarm her and make her feel safe, but it wasn’t working. It was never going to work here, when at any moment someone could find her talking to the prisoner and assume the worst of her, when at any moment her lord could call for her and demand to know why she had procrastinated her mission for so long, when anyone who wanted to could knock her around just for fun. It was never going to work here. 

Rose felt her stomach clench. She grit her teeth. He didn’t understand the gravity of his situation. “So, when did you figure it out? You figured it out, right?”

“Uh, a few weeks ago, I suppose.” He scratched his stubble. “You said your old master had the snake spirit, but there hasn’t been a master of the snake spirit teaching at any Pai Zhuq monastery in ten thousand years. I did some research, started watching where you went with the cameras. I connected the dots.”

Rose’s jaw dropped. For a moment she was so stunned she couldn’t even be angry.

And then that moment passed and she felt her insides start twisting. 

“Why didn’t you say anything?” She yelled, grabbing the cell bars and holding on so tight it almost hurt. Good, a small part of her said. “You knew for weeks? You let me stay in your home, learn from you, fight evil with the others, and the whole time you knew?”

A thought struck her and Rose recoiled, staggering back and looking at RJ with disgust. RJ looked back at her with- with- 

-with concern. It was the same face he made every time she pushed herself too hard in training and exhausted herself, the same face he made when she came into work with bruises on her ribs so bad she could hardly walk, the same face he made when she was feeling just a little sad. He was looking at her with concern and worry when he was inside a cage because of the people she chose to align herself with.

“Was it a trick?” she spat, trying to keep her voice from shaking. “Luring me into a false sense of security? Let me guess, the team knew the whole time too and you were all playing me for a fool.”

“No, no, Rose,” RJ said soothingly, holding his hand out to her. “The team didn’t know. I never told them.”

“Why?” Rose cried. “Why didn’t you? I was your enemy and you let me stay? You kept my secret? Why would you do that for me? I betrayed you!”

RJ looked at her for a long time. Rose glared down at him.

“Remember when you first came to us?” he finally asked. 

“Of course,” Rose said, eyes narrowing. “What of it?”

“You were scared.”

“What?” Rose said, startled. “No I wasn’t.”

“You were,” RJ said. “You were scared of me. I remember. You never wanted to be alone with me. You told Casey to be careful around me. You always expected the worst of me and whenever I showed you respect or kindness, you didn’t know how to react. And you were scared of the others, too. You kept thinking they’d turn on each other and on you. You were waiting for them to turn on you.”

Rose stayed where she was, feet planted firmly, even though she wanted nothing more than to just run away. She didn’t want to hear this. 

“I saw that you were scared,” RJ said. “Scared and angry, and always expecting the worst in others, but especially in me. And you would say things about your life, your old master, that made me realize that what you needed more than anything was someone you could trust. A place you could be safe. I wanted to give that to you no matter what, and that didn’t change when I figured out Dai Shi was the reason you acted like that.”

RJ was looking at her in a way that was just- just sad. She couldn’t stand it. He didn’t understand her. He didn’t understand anything. He didn’t get it. 

“Dai Shi wasn’t the reason I acted like that, or however you thought I acted,” Rose said, fists clenched and shoulders tense. “Humans were. My human teachers were. They were the ones who treated me like I was nothing, like I was just- just trash, or worse, an animal to be beaten and trained until I was perfect enough for them.

“Do you know what your order did to me?” Rose asked. “What they did to me as a child? They found me on the streets and took me in, and decided I should forever be grateful, and they could do whatever they wanted after that. My teacher would beat my arms and legs if I didn’t have the proper stance. He had me punch the ironwood trees outside the school all through the night until I couldn’t feel anything because he wouldn’t let me be weak. If I was sick he had me train anyway, until I collapsed and needed rest, and he would have me make up for that wasted time later. And do you know what the other masters did? Nothing.” 

Rose lifted her head and glared down at RJ defiantly. Balling her hands into fists to keep them from shaking. Pressing her lips together so they wouldn’t tremble. Steeling herself so she wouldn’t falter, even as RJ stared at her with nothing but devastation in his eyes. He didn’t get to pity her. She wouldn’t let him. 

“When I left and joined Dai Shi,” Rose said, struggling to keep her voice even, “it was more of the same, but at least that was expected. At least they didn’t pretend to be the good guys. At least with Dai Shi I will be protected eventually. If I had stayed with the order, I’d never have that.” 

RJ was still looking at her like that. Like he cared. Like he was scared for her. Upset for her. She hated it. She didn’t need it. She didn’t deserve it. He was in prison because of her and her betrayal. 

Her stomach rolled. Itt would be so much easier if he just hated her.

Rose turned around, ready to leave. She had gotten the information she’d needed, even if it wasn’t what she expected.

“I’m sorry,” RJ said. 

Rose froze.

“I’m sorry,” RJ repeated. “That never should have happened to you. I’m sorry any master thought they could do that to you. It was wrong.”

Rose didn’t turn around. “An apology doesn’t change what happened. You didn’t do anything.”

“No, I guess not.” RJ was quiet for a moment, but Rose stayed where she was, sensing he wasn’t finished. 

“Those bruises you got,” RJ said. “After all your morning runs. Those came from here, right? From Dai Shi and the rest.”

“What does it matter?” Rose said. “I told you they weren’t any different.”

“They’re not,” RJ agreed. “But we are. Theo, Lily, Casey, Fran. Me. Right?”

Rose didn’t respond. They both knew the answer to that. 

“Some roses can survive even in harsh winters, but they still need warm environments to thrive,” RJ said. 

Rose left without a word. She didn’t want to hear another one of RJ’s proverbs. 

He didn’t understand. Even if he would let her come back, the others wouldn’t. She’d seen the looks on their faces when her true allegiance had been discovered. They’d never trust her again. It was better to be here, with the ones she knew would never care about her, than try to go back to the ones who had and never would again. 

#whumptober2023 #no.2 #they don't care about you #power rangers jungle fury #fic #abuse mention tw #spirit whump #emotional whump #trauma reveal #tw abuse #team dynamics #my ocs #rose #rj power rangers #surprisingly the guy in the cage is not the one getting whumped

[weirdstrangeandawful]

The team is finally finally out of danger. No one is physically hurt, they've made sure of that, and they're on their way home only for Whumpee to quietly murmur to themself as they plod behind the rest of the team, 'No, Whumpee... Just keep walking... Nothing's really spinning.'

They hadn't expected the entire rest of the team to overhear.

#whump #whump prompt #vertigo #injury reveal #trauma reveal

[whumplovers-collaborate]

#WLC #WLC star #Whump #trauma reveal

[eggrolls-and-fandoms]

Alright gang gang. Do I write fear toxin trauma reveal truth serum trauma reveal or time travel trauma reveal

#decisions decisions #obviously I’m writing all of them but like. which one goes first #Damian has the fear toxin specifically. I make him break down crying it’s so fun :) #truth serum and time travel is great because it’s more than one person #truth serum has Dick Tim and Stephanie at least but perchance more. time travel has Everyone #and is kind of fix it-y. by that I mean Nightwing shows up during dick’s time as Robin #and he’s like oh god. oh god. well at least it can’t get wo- Jason shows up. oh god two okay. well it’s ok- cass. Steph. tim. Duke. Damian. #that little starfish guy. #batfam #batfamdom #trauma reveal

[criticalsyourroles]

now i've watched a fair amount of d&d i've started to pick up on the differences between dm style i think

like brennan IS all the bad guys. every game he dms is brennan vs the players. he makes npcs and battles that make his friends throw things at him and he smirks the whole time. he makes them tell him their worst fears and then he makes them do it. and it's awful and amazing and really funny

matt IS exandria. his characters and battles never feel written or constructed, they just feel like things that already existed in the world. it's all about verisimilitude with him, and he's amazing at it. he tends to fade into the background and let the players react to the story and it makes everything he does incredibly cinematic

aabria dms like she's just another player at the table reacting to the story, right up until someone gets lulled into a false sense of security and tries to fool around and THEN she throws a curveball by making them deal with the consequences of their choices. she's like oh you think that's funny?? then i'm about to be hilarious, bitch. and she keeps getting away with it bc she's just that good!

basically, brennan's an evil bastard, matt's the world, and aabria's the queen of consequences

or:

brennan - fuck

matt - around

aabria - find out

#brennan lee mulligan #matt mercer #aabria iyengar #sorry but this made me laugh agdjgsjsgs #petition for a d20 series dmed by brennan w aabria as a pc where a couple eps in her pc kills brennan's bbeg and they swap seats #revealing she was the dm all along #i also really want a round robin series. all dms at the table and they take turns controlling the narrative #whether it's in order or just like. every time one of them kills the dm's npc they become the dm or smth #it'd be really fun i'd love to see what kind of mangled mess of a story we'd get #i haven't listened to that much taz but griffin seems to be a mix of brennan and aabria where he does things for the bit #and then eventually he's like oh btw the bit is immense emotional trauma. whoops!

[kataracy]

Kataang Week DAY 2 // Injured

I like your hair

#kataangtag #Kataang week #Kataang23 #KW23 #kataang #I always liked this scene when Katara’s like ‘Lemme just-REVEAL YOUR TRAUMA’ Healing is crazy #kataracies #my art

[natalievoncatte]

Kara knew something was wrong from Lena’s heartbeat. That alone, the barely detectable change in rhythm and tempo, was enough, but her breathing was erratic and as Kara drew nearer, drifting through the afternoon air, she could hear the soft sobs.

A bad feeling had come over Kara. Things had been quiet between the two of them ever since the wedding; there had been a strange tension between them on that happy day and Kara couldn’t say why

(she knew what she wanted it to be but didn’t dare hope)

and with Alex and Kelly away on their honeymoon, Kara had mostly been on her own. Nia was spending most of her free time with Brainy and Kara sensed a proposal coming, and she was busy preparing for her public interview with Cat Grant. She was going to rip the bandages off and reveal her identity. There was a great deal of work involved, and Kara had spent a lot of time fretting over the details, and in the back of her head she was worried about the ramifications of years spent reporting on Supergirl and using “her” as a source. It was a massive ethical dilemma, and thought it always made sense at the time…

Right now all that mattered was the heartbeat. Kara had been giving Lena the space she sensed she needed, but Jess had called Kara from the Foundation and told her that Lena hadn’t come to work in three days, and no one had heard from her. It was uncharacteristic of someone who ran her life with almost military precision. Kara had even asked Alex to text Lena, but they’d gotten the same single word replies.

Kara pulled in a big breath, feeling her stomach churn as she lighted on the balcony and slid open the door, knowing it would be unlocked. She wished Lena would stop doing that, but also felt a little tilt in her chest from knowing Lena hadn’t locked her out.

She was on the sofa, curled up on her side and asleep. She’d probably had the same pajamas on for two days and there were empty bottles of wine in a neat row on the table in front of her. Her eyes were puffy from crying and her cheeks a little raw. Kara felt an instant pang and reached for her, before stopping to deactivate her suit.

Kneeling next to the sofa, Kara touched her fingers to Lena’s shoulders. Lena woke instantly with a start, head jolting up as she sucked in a reedy breath and her heart raced explosively, sending a shock of terror up Kara’s spine.

“Oh fuck,” Lena blurted, kicking out her legs as she bolted upright. “Oh God, Kara what…”

“Hey,” Kara said softly. “I was… I’m sorry. Are you okay? I came in through the balcony. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Lena’s chest heaved as she gasped for breath, staring at Kara with watery eyes. “Are you real?”

“What? Yes, of course I’m real.”

“I must have been dreaming. It was a dream. Just a dream. I was dreaming,” Lena muttered.

Kara rose from her knees and sat down on the couch.

“Come here.”

Lena almost crashed into her, wrapping her arms tightly around Kara and squeezing hard. She smoothed her fingers over the soft dark waves of Lena’s hair and pulled her in as she began to sob into Kara’s shoulder.

“I dreamed he killed you,” Lena choked out. “He came back again and he killed you and I couldn’t stop it. It felt so real.”

“I’m fine. I’m right here.”

Lena continued to sob, her entire body shaking with the force of it. Kara wrapped her in a fierce hug, trembling as she did.

“Every time I close my eyes he’s there, and when I’m awake all I can think about is that I killed my brother.”

“That didn’t happen in this timeline.”

Lena choked out an angry, frustrated sob. “It happened for me. I aimed a gun at my own brother’s chest and I pulled the trigger. And he came back! He came back and he almost killed you two or three fucking times, I can’t count.”

“He’s gone. He’s not coming back.”

“You can’t just say that!” Lena screamed into Kara’s throat.

Stunned, Kara softened her grip on Lena, only for Lena to pull her in harder, like she was trying to climb inside her.

“Why can’t I stop mourning him? He ruined my life. He was the person I trusted most and he turned out to be a monster. He used me my whole life and my emotions were just a game to him. He tried to to kill the woman I… tortured you, took you away for months and I thought I’d never see you again. I just wanted to tell you how sorry I was and how much…”

Lena cut herself off with a sob.

“I know it’s not the same,” Kara murmured, “but when I was a little girl I worshipped my father. I wanted to grow up like him and do what he did. I was going to be a scientist too.”

“You’d have been a good one.”

Kara shook her head. “My father was responsible for the Medusa virus. A bioweapon designed to eradicate non-Kryptonian life. A weapon of genocide.”

Lena shuddered.

Kara swallowed, hard.

“My world wasn’t a paradise. It felt that way because it was simple for me. There wasn’t all the pain of learning alien ways and an alien language and controlling superpowers and everything else. My father taught and protected me and my mom maintained order. But it was wasn’t a paradise. My people were… Krypton was… I think in a lot of worlds out there, we were the bad guys. Okay, the Daxamites were slavers, but on Krypton people were born into the labor guild and did menial jobs their whole lives, while people like me were born into privilege. Is that much better?”

“I don’t understand.”

“I don’t judge you for mourning Lex, Lena. He was your protector and your friend, and it was real to you. If there’s anything I hate him for, it’s hurting you.” Kara swallowed. “The one thing I can’t abide is anyone hurting you. I’ll break all my rules to keep you safe.”

Lena’s breathing eased and Kara could feel her relax.

“I’ve been avoiding you.”

“I figured you needed space. I wasn’t sure why but I trusted you to tell me if you need to.”

There was a long, heavy pause, and then Lena said.

“Kara, I can’t do this. I can’t share you.”

“Share me?”

“When you reveal your identity,” Lena pulled back, “you’re going to be the most famous person in the word. Everyone is going to be all over you. The press, politicians, everybody, and everyone who has a grudge against you or your cousin is going to know exactly where to find you, all the time.”

“I’ll keep you safe, no one will…”

“I didn’t say anything about me. You, Kara. What about you?”

“I’m Supergirl. I’ll be fine.”

“And what about me?” said Lena.

“I told you…”

“No. What about me when I have to watch you getting beaten to a pulp by another alien? What about me when you’re in a coma on the sun bed? What about me when I see on the news that a bomb went off in your apartment and I have to wonder if it was laced with Kryptonite shrapnel? I’m not worried about people coming after me. I’m a billionaire with magic powers. I could put on a goofy costume and join the club if I wanted. I’ve already lost you so many times and I can’t do it again.”

Stunned, Kara sat with her eyes wide, not sure when exactly she’d lifted Lena into her lap.

“It’s so selfish of me,” Lena went on. “You don’t belong to me. I don’t get to make demands of you. But don’t want you to out yourself. I don’t want to lose you again. As soon as you do this you’re going to be hounded by the whole world and they’ll claw you away from me again.”

Kara’s own heart raced now, hammering in her chest. Lena sounded so desperate and so sure, clinging to a Kara like she might disappear.

“I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay. It’s your choice and I have to respect it. It’s okay,” she was clearly telling herself.

“No,” Kara choked out, “no it’s not. I can’t believe how stupid I’ve been.”

“Kara,” said Lena.

“No. I have been. I can’t believe I said what I said to you at the wedding, about not being my authentic self. To you, of all people.”

Lena swallowed hard. Kara drew back and looked at her, really looked at her, drinking in the soft beauty of her eyes as she swept back a tear with a brush of her thumb. Lena’s eyes were huge, her lips trembling, and Kara felt an almost painful pang of sorrow and regret and a powerful stirring, long thrust down and buried and now clawing its way forth as Lena stared back, the deep sadness and loss in her own eyes tinged by a hint of forlorn hope.

“I can’t believe that I can see through walls and I’m so blind.”

“Kara?” Lena whispered.

“I’m calling it off. I’ll keep my secret.”

“You don’t have to do that just to please me.”

“I don’t need them. I need you. I’m yours, if you’ll have me.”

Lena’s heart raced so fast that Kara briefly thought she might have to fly her to the hospital. Instinctively, she slipped one arm under her knees and the other around her shoulders and stood, lifting Lena as if she weighed nothing.

Eyes wide, Lena bit her lip.

“What do you mean?”

“What do you mean when you say you’re mine? I need you to say it, Kara. I was too scared at the wedding. I can’t do this. I need you to.”

Oh.

Kara shifted her Lena’s weight in her arms, bring them closer together. She’d danced this dance before; she thought of the day she came back from the Phantom Zone, when she held Lena in her arms and felt the sun again and she almost did it, she almost just fucking did it…

And she did it.

She kissed Lena, already ready to sputter an apology and find a way out of this, but her words were lost when Lena’s soft lips met hers and Lena was ready to devour her, happily rocketing past chaste first kiss as she grabbed Kara with both hands and pulled her in.

Kara’s stomach flipped. She didn’t know what to do. She’d been kissed, she thought she’d been intimate, but she could see now that those things had been mere stimulation and nothing more. Something soared inside her as she had soared in the sky the very first time she flew. Joy unbridled swelled in her chest and she could feel Lena laughing exultantly into her mouth and even as tears mingled on her cheeks.

She wanted this. She wanted this. It was right here all along.

“Kara,” Lena whispered. “I…”

“Should I put you down?”

“On the bed.”

#supercorp #supergirl fanfiction #supergirl #supercorp fanfic #lena luthor #kara danvers #kara x lena #karlena #supergirl fanfic #ficlet #love confession #first kiss #first supercorp kiss #yet another first kiss #I swear to god Kara telling Lena of all people that she can’t fully connect to someone is a slap in the face to both characters #we don’t do canon we do it better #Kara revealing her identity sucks I will die on this hill #sad lena luthor #girl has so much trauma #the sex will help #so much sex #seriously Kara take it easy on her

[yuridovewing]

Hawkfrost and Brambleclaw dynamic to me

#hawkfrost #brambleclaw #the new prophecy #wc #warrior cats #warriors #jokes aside theres a line in mothwings secret i keep thinking about where hawkfrost mentions meeting brambleclaw #and he says ''i guess everyone knows we're both tigerstar's sons. but he was born in the clans so no one worries about HIM'' #with like clearly implied resentment. and also bramble is xenophobic to him in dawn before their relation is revealed #those two quotes make me think that like. i dont think hawk ever liked his brother lol. he has nothing in common with this man #how hawkfrosts rogue status comes before tigerstar being his father. how he'd be a victim of his father's philosophy #whats this guy got any business suddenly claiming that they totally have the same exact trauma

[marsidotcom]

//minor dragons rising s2 spoilers

Nya saying “Jay wouldn’t forget me” is going to be extra heart wrenching when they meet again and he can’t place her face, or the feeling he gets looking at her, or explain why his heart is beating so fast for a girl he has never seen, and why the yin yang pendant on his desk back in the administration feels so important

#ninjago #lego ninjago #i’m a little too emotional over jaya #jay trauma reveal tho *crosses fingers* #jay walker #ninjago jay #jaya #ninjago nya #nya smith #jay x nya #ninjago jaya #ninjago dragons rising s2 #dragons rising #dragons rising season 2 #ninjago dragons rising

[theluckiestlb]

as a self-identified adrienette girlie....kinda miss them, ngl.

#miraculous ladybug #ml #mlb #wish we got a bit of post reveal pre relationship #been thinking about this lately #they dropped each other rather quickly??? #rewatching the eps has given me whiplash #there still exists a fondness of course #but something's not the same #upon reflection I've always written/characterized adrienette as ladynoir with a coat of adrienette paint #prpr my beloved #seeing marinette heal from past relationship trauma is wonderful and all #and adrien has been very sweet and supportive #but ladynoir was always the heart of the show #a playful tenderness #there was something unique to them #the depth of their bond #shouldering burdens teenagers should not #like the new york sewer scene #chat blanc was a ladynoir episode at its core #ladrien...adrienette..marichat #HER chaton #HIS lady #all roads kinda lead to ladynoir #I really wanted that post reveal build up #learning to trust one another again after their identities are recontextualized #the friendship and banter #ladynoir #cough chatonnoir is correct imo cough

[ride-a-dromedary]

[I thought you might care to have a drink with me.]

#BG3 Musing #Halsin #Halsin Posting #alcohol tw #finally snagged this companion banter in game - love comparing what halsin initially says to you vs what he starts revealing #if you listen and pay attention to him #halsin sweetheart that is a really eloquent way of saying i started drowning myself in alcohol #to cope with the trauma and pain the aftermath of that war caused me lol #now of course at the end he seems to be all on board to drink - because you know VERY special occasion - #but like...this is a former alcoholic who is currently sober speaking #i think halsin avoids taverns because a. he's a recovering alcoholic and b. he gets punched by drunks looking for a fight #so like it's all around a not good time for him