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terratenshi · 2 months

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Do you think Anakin does the thing abused kids do where they talk about horrifying elements of their pasts like it's no big deal? Like...

Youngling 1: [throws a tantrum after getting shocked during lightsaber practice] Anakin: If I did that my master would whip me. Youngling 2: [eyes wide] Master Obi-wan? Anakin: [scoffs] No, Master Watto, he owned me when I was a slave. Youngling 1: [gasps] You were a slave?!! Random Jedi Master: [sighs and comms Obi-wan] Come get your Padawan, he's upsetting the other younglings.

#star wars #tw; slavery mention #tw; trauma mention #anakin skywalker #obi wan #it me

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openly-journaling · 1 year

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Wrath: Friday January 20th 2023

Was in the middle of working on a mini animation and our last nib broke and we move in a little over a week now provided the weather is good. Kind of late to order more so now we won't be able to draw for two weeks unless we desperately pull out our old tablet and learn to redraw on that thing.

I'm sobbing dying inside because we finally got off block and got our creativity back after nearly an entire year it feels like. Like we really got back into it.

I never really realized how much of a coping mechanism art was until we fell out of after healing from a lot of our trauma and now are dividing back into it since we're we're staying in the town that legitimately gave us all our worst traumas. And then of course the creativity came back.

Does make me wonder if we ever get comfortable enough if we'll ever even somewhat give drawing up. I say somewhat because we do want to try architecture but at the same time I have a feeling there a couple people down south that may very well resurface a lot of trauma for us. Which, while we don't exactly want and definitely try to avoid, it's good for our art.

So maybe our trauma isn't all bad.

But I've also come to this realization that a lot of artists really hate their art and their art style. Which is odd to us because we've been in that same boat but not to such severity. If we make a mistake we hate specifically that mistake but let it be to learn from it in the future. I think the early gentle parenting growing up that our dad gave us before foster care shattered us helped shape our confidence early on. So we don't struggle quite as much. We rarely compare our art to others and when we do it's more of an obsession over their art that we try to even semi copy that art style or implement it into our own.

Perhaps the worst hate we put on our art is when something just isn't working perspective wise or the lineart isn't working. I suppose we have worked to be perfect but perfect to us. Which was almost always good enough.

The way the whole class would stand over our shoulder in amazement and watch us draw gave us a confidence too. It made us feel good and adored. Considering we didn't get a ton of attention growing up.

It became less and less impressive to people as we got older but there are still some people that absolutely go wild for our art. We've finally found a comfortable community that loves it! The furry community has been very kind to our art.

I think our problem for so long was trying to draw furry art in front of people that decided dogs having head hair must mean that's a horse despite the different nose and sharp teeth. That was annoying. Completely different face shapes. We drew animals in front of people that preferred human art.

Which, while we still enjoy doing sometimes, we are still heavily learning and even come to learn more how much happier furry art brings us. So.. we'll stick with what we love most, what we're good at whether people like it or don't. And eventually we'll find our crowd.

I'm just glad we don't have a huge lack of confidence in our skill of art. We can look back at the oldest shit and wonder how people thought that was good. And it makes us realize that we have come a very very long way. We're proud of ourselves. Really.

Next we're going to attempt to work on more perspectives. Like this piece I'm so damn proud of. Our first drawing where we're really trying a different perspective.

No actually, that's the second one. Now that I think of it, this is our first. Unfortunately so many people want to call it inappropriate though and it never hit off. Like I'm sorry that people legit have asses? I'm sorry for drawing it right? She fell that's the whole point of this piece was just to get a literal difference in perspective. It's not like I'm exposing her or giving you a full on ass shot in the face. My god. And that was before a signature change as you can see

Anyway. We've come a very long way since then and I'm just happy with all of it. Satisfied that we can do so well.

I guess I do sometimes wish our art style wasn't so set as it is because there are definitely artists that have art styles we're jealous of. But to be fair, if we all had the same style... I think art would get pretty boring. So.. I'm glad I have a recognized art style of my own.

It does change depending on the headmate but not always. I'm not arguing with that. Hell most of our headmates can't draw at all! I'm glad to be one that can.

#art #open journal #wrath writes #day 114 #art talk #furry artist #furry #tw; trauma mention

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vivxdhearts · 2 years

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Eleven took a shaky breath as she clutched onto the fabric of her coat. She was trying to blend in to say the least. She felt as if she couldn’t breath and she felt as if there was never a ONE DAY, never a moment where things got better. Because everytime that things were quiet, and things were silent and peaceful she was launched back to the one memory that she had never wanted to deal with. Of blood, and pain and the looks of her brothers and sisters faces that had been twisted and broken and harmed at the hands of... No, Eleven could not think of him. Because, the only CONCERN that she had was getting back to Hawkins to keep her friends and family safe. NOT being stuck here in this city that had done nothing but HARM her and HURT her and EMBARASS her. Eleven let out a small scream, the second that someone had passed her. GOD, WHEN HAD SHE GOTTEN SO JUMPY AGAIN? “I’m sorry, I didn’t... I didn’t...” Her heart was racing trying to calm her breathing AT LEAST ON THE OUTSIDE. “I didn’t see you there, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be in the way.” And didn’t that just FIT HER? Always in the way, ALWAYS causing a problem.

@bcssbitchs // @igcttabe // @ragdclls

#( i'm the monster || jane 'eleven' hopper )#tw; mental health #tw; trauma mention #tw; death mention #tw; injury mention #tw; fear #tw; anxiety #stranger things spoilers #st spoilers #stranger things season 4 spoiler #tw; stranger things spoilers

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xtinyslip · 11 months

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continued from here.

"who shit in your sandwich? ‘cos as much as i wish it had been me. i know for sure it wasn’t.” zeke had a feeling he knew why the other was giving him the hump but he wouldn’t just openly admit it like that. if he had a preference he would like for them to never discuss what shit went down between them ever again. not when it had gotten everyone he loved or cared for killed. in the most ugliest ways too. ways that were never going to get out of his head. people could look at this like he failed. sure, zeke banks the failure -- they’d get over it. however, he didn’t want to see it that way. even if sometimes it crept into his head. he didn’t want to see it like that at all. “girlfriend?” he scoffed as if to say please. no, he did not want will under any impression that he and angie had something going on. well, more than what already was. “if i had a girlfriend she’d cut you slack ‘cos your with me.” he shrugged. “but fine, go running back to the station ‘cos that’s all you. right? carin’ about those fucked up people out there?” @lcvenderhcze

#zeke ; convo #zeke ; will #tw: mental health #tw: murder mention #tw: death mention #tw; trauma mention #ldfgdjhgdkjhg

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lostmf · 5 months

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I’m not sure I deserve it ..

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nerdpoe · 12 days

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Young Justice is always a little...concerned. With Phantom's living situation. Now they're outright afraid for him, and Bart has decided it's time to Ask An Adult.

It was the little quips. The tiny little things. Stuff that didn't seem to matter to Phantom at all, or appeared to be normal for him, that he didn't realize weren't normal at all.

"Oh, better not hope my mom catches me." "Doing what, staying out past bedtime?" "Nah, using my powers; she'd vivisect me!"

"Another stab wound. Great." "Don't worry Phantom, I've got the med kit-" "Oh, I'm not a baby or anything, I can handle it just fine. Just gimme a sec to take it out."

"My dad has better aim than that." "...Like, when he's hunting, right?" "...At what other times would he be shooting at me?"

"Huh. Not as bad as my parents place. Look; they have a decontamination shower!" "Phantom, this lab has been vandalized to the point of needing a hazmat suit." "Did I stutter?"

Finding out each others identities did nothing to soothe the worry. Tim quietly told the others that every time he tried to run facial recognition, he kept hitting a government firewall he couldn't breach. Phantom never told them his last name, just his first, and 'Danny' is super common.

The thing that really did it though, the thing that made Bart snap and run off to ask Max, was when Danny had a nightmare.

He was talking in his sleep.

"No. Don't-stop. Stoooop. I need...my skin. Mom, no. You can't...peel off...my skin..."

Bart didn't even wait for them to wake Danny up before he was standing in front of Max, talking a mile a minute as he tried to figure out what to do, with Wally staring in horror over a plate of waffles as he computed everything that Bart was saying.

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Danny had a dream about his mom and Skulker arguing about how to skin him. He wouldn't really call it a nightmare, because it was just Skulker, but the scariest thing was Skulker insisting to his mom that it was possible to skin him with a potato peeler. Dream mom was arguing that it was not, and that from a scientific standpoint that was a really piss poor way to preserve a specimen.

He hadn't been begging them to stop hurting him, he'd been whining at them to knock it off.

But when he wakes up, it's to a room full of worried friends and an old man who calls himself Max.

"Kid, I think we need to talk."

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dp x dc #dc x dp #phanfic #story prompt #first convo was with cassie #second was with bart #third was with kon #fourth was with tim #max is fully prepared to take in another kid #bart is fully prepared to share #wally went to dick to ask him to put his detective training to work and find phantom's parents #wally was just visiting max #catching up #shooting the shit #when suddenly bart comes in and just trauma dumps about one of the other young justice heroes #who is apparently in a super abusive situation #and probably needs help #body horror tw #skinning tw #but only mentioned in the context of a super weird dream #danny's living situation COULD use some improvements #but it's not as bad as everyone thinks #anti ecto acts are still a thing #but as long as danny is with young justice the GIW leave him alone so #eh #not like they're good at their jobs anyways #max is about to blow his mind with the following information #“you are not okay. it's okay to not be okay. but kid. you need help and we're offering.”

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waywardsunlight · 1 year

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Belos

#the owl house #emperor belos #tw trauma mention #belos #toh #toh meme #Wayward Sunlight Art

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sentientsky · 5 months

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hmmmmgrhhf thinking bout crowley and childhood trauma and abandonment and rage again

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larks-birdhouse · 14 days

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some blackout poetry from a homophobic christian post <3 the last one is what was left if i turned on all the layers at once

please do not try to find or harass this person. they are likely just uneducated and do not deserve to be dogpiled

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top to bottom, left to right

transcript 1: “Please pay for transgender top surgery. We are poor”

transcript 2: “transgender gay blasphemers slay pop off”

transcript 3: “transgender gays are cool We are all swag”

transcript 4: “transgender”

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(tagging @fixing-bad-posts because their blog inspired this! thank you for your work <3)

#lark’s posts #tw religious mention #blackout poetry #joke poetry #transgender #transgender pride #religious trauma #fixing bad posts

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dastardly-crows · 4 months

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my reaction to seeing people compare the real and horrifying reality of childhood SA and violence to fictional characters who will never experience pain or emotion:

#tags for reach #tw vent #vent post #tw child abuse #tw childhood trauma #sa mention #sa tw #tw sa mention #proshitter #proship #fuck antishippers #fuck antis

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queerexpressions · 10 days

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“that he’d been vindicated somehow”

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venacoeurva · 10 months

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Ego and the mimicry of a saint (and more than a little sacrilege)

-Please do not reupload, edit, or use without proper credit or linking back, ask first.-

#nerevoryn #indoril nerevar #voryn dagoth #nerevar #dagoth ur #morrowind #tes #tesblr #the elder scrolls #face trauma #blood #trypophobia tw #artsyfartsyness #gotta draw some occasional weird nerevoryn feat unsettling imagery #granted I think that's my brand with them regardless #time for that good ol voryn mimicking nerevar's face being removed with himself to posture himself as being of equal standing #as I mentioned in that one post before

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lgbtiwtv · 1 year

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god. god. the significance of the diary pages about claudia’s assault being torn out raggedly by Louis, clearly in a fit of guilt and anguish and trauma, vs the diary pages about louis mourning lestat and regretting killing him being removed with surgical control and precision. by armand. this wasn’t a heat of the moment action it was deliberate and calculated and I can’t stop thinking about it

#I’m SICK I tell you SICK over this #how much of Louis memory and life has he been controlling all these years??!!!!#louis already has repressed memories due to depression and trauma and now THIS??? Armand’s very very careful and constant control?#and manipulation of the truth? of not only Louis’ recollections but of Claudia’s??????? GOD #I can’t fucking wait for season 2 rashidmand judgement day WILL be upon you #and my god......the idea that louis asked for some aspect of this??? my heart is broken i'm crying tears of blood....#do I know if this is true? no. do I think armand is controlling everything? no…but I also think it’s part of it all #iwtv spoilers #iwtv #amc iwtv spoilers #interview with the vampire #the vampire armand #louis de pointe du lac #m watches iwtv #tw assault #tw assault mention

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lostmf · 9 months

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“Parents aren’t supposed to bury their kids “

I tell myself

But then parents aren’t supposed to do a lot of things to their children

So I guess it won’t matter if they did this one more thing

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traumasurvivors · 1 month

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Your trauma is valid even if you initially consented and then changed your mind.

Your trauma is valid if you consented in the past.

Consent can be withdrawn anytime before or during sexual encounters.

#my post #your trauma is valid #tw sa #tw sex mention

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brain-rot-central · 1 month

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Would you be interested to do fanfic with Astarion getting a massage and maybe kisses ober his scars?

Scars

Tav gives Astarion a back massage. Thing is, Astarion isn't entirely used to giving up his back.

I sat on this for a long bit. Thank you for the prompt! 💗

Warnings: trauma mention, abuse mention, brief depiction of abuse

"I'm not so sure this is a good idea, love."

Astarion lay prone on his bedroll, his head tilted to the side. He's not looking at Tav necessarily, just in their general direction as sparks of anticipation jolt through his body. He eyes the bottle of oil within Tav's hands as they uncork the stopper.

"You don't always have to be the one giving, Astarion," Tav says as they pour the viscous fluid out into the palm of one hand. They place the bottle down onto the ground, reapplying the cork. "Sometimes it's nice just to take."

"Yes, but-"

"Do you want me to leave?" Tav interrupts, rubbing their palms together to warm the oil.

Astarion finally looks at Tav, furrowing his brow in doubt. "N-no, I don't. Just..." his voice trails off, gaze wandering to the flap of his tent. It ripples gently with the passing breeze. "Go easy over my back, please," he pleads. "It's... sensitive."

In more ways than one.

Tav nods, shifting closer to Astarion's form. "Of course," they agree, leaning over to plant a kiss on the back of his neck. Astarion shivers under them as their hands find the small of his back. "You let me know if it's too much, 'kay?"

With a sigh, Astarion nods, resting his face against the comforting fabric of his shirt. Tav starts slow, rubbing delicate circles into the dimples of his lower back with their thumbs. Their fingers hang over his hips, which, Astarion admits silently to himself, is oddly comforting. He imagines Tav holding him, guiding his hips to where they want him to be. Much more intimate than Astarion could have ever imagined. Pleasurable, even.

He's so used to being grabbed, pushed, and forced into positions. Hurried encounters with those who cared not for his pleasure, that it came secondary or not at all. Astarion keeps waiting for the moment where Tav hoists him up and slots him roughly against their crotch, waiting for the inevitable painful sting of being pried open without warning.

But it never comes.

Astarion can feel their crotch against the cleft of his arse, Tav straddling his hips for their own leverage, yet this position is unusually sensual. Tav's hands begin traveling up the sides of his torso and they lean further into him, pushing Astarion's hips further into the ground below him. The pressure of his center meeting the bedroll causes his arousal to stir, twitching softly to life as he haphazardly grinds his hips further into the deerskin below, chasing the sensation again and again.

Soft moans escape Astarion's lips as Tav kisses the midline of his back, applying light pressure to the muscles encircling his ribs as their hands glide over the delicate pale skin. "Is it okay if I touch them?" Tav asks quietly against his back.

His scars, they mean. They want to massage his scars.

Astarion's eyes focus again on the opening of his tent, flap blowing in the wind as another breeze blows past. When he closes his eyes, he imagines himself back in the kennels, lying on the cold stone floor beneath him in a similar position. Cazador is behind him, needle in hand, bringing the blade down hard into the vulnerable skin of his back. Astarion screams, or at least he remembers the feeling of screaming, as he relives the searing pain of his flesh being carved out. He claws at the stone floor as Cazador continues, voice failing him as the blade dances across his skin. Cazador chuckles darkly, telling Astarion revisions are to be made.

Astarion.

His head swims with nervous energy, though a small voice breaks through his concentration.

Astarion!

His eyes snap open, returning focus to his tent. Astarion becomes mildly aware of the hand over his mouth and he tries to control his labored breathing.

"Are you alright? You started screaming out of no where." Tav releases their hand from around his mouth and sits back. "Sorry, but I had to do something, lest the entire camp come running..." Tav sits back on his feet for a bit, silence passing over them both. "Did you want to stop?" they suggest. "It's okay if-"

"No, I'm fine," clarifies Astarion. "Sorry, dear. My mind was elsewhere for a moment."

"...Cazador?" Tav asks, quietly.

Astarion doesn't respond immediately. Moments pass before he slowly nods his head. He hears Tav sigh over his shoulder as they resume their place over the backs of his thighs.

"I have no sharp objects, aside from a nail or two," they say in reassurance. "All I'm trying to do is help you feel more at ease. I promise."

"I don't doubt that," Astarion admits. "This is just... different, for me." He gasps as he feels Tav's hands on his lower back again. "I... usually don't give people my back."

Their hands travel higher, and Tav feels the minute shakes of anticipation rumbling through Astarion's frame. Astarion sucks in a sharp breath and they move between his shoulder blades, tracing each indentation of the scars with their fingertips. They use the palms of their hands to place pressure on the muscles deep below, a soft moan of relief escaping Astarion as he eases into the touch.

"...I only want to make you feel good, Astarion," Tav coos above him, dragging their hands back up the length of his spine. They rub along the outlines of each scapula, digging their thumbs into hard knots of muscles. Tav circles them gently, huffing out a quick laugh as they feel the tension beginning to melt away from Astarion's frame.

His head is swimming in euphoric pleasure. His arousal has stirred back to life, but not due to lust. No, this is simply because his entire body feels good, so so good. Astarion feels himself loosening under Tav's ministrations. It dawns on him that he never gave thought to how tensely he held himself together. Another soft moan escapes his lips as Tav leans over again to kiss the back of his neck. The position pushes his half-hard cock further into the bedroll, his entire body instinctively curling upward, into Tav. He leans his head toward one side, granting them better access to his neck.

"Does it feel good?" they ask, littering chaste kissing along the side of Astarion's neck.

Astarion moans as Tav's hands run up and down the sides of his ribs again. "Y-yes," he gasps. "P-please continue."

The massage turns intimate again; Tav kissing down Astarion's back as their hands settle along his narrow hips. Astarion knows there won't be physical intimacy; he's not quite ready for that yet, but by the gods if this isn't close.

Tav works at his back for what feels like a tenday before finally sliding off. "How was that?" they ask, lightly brushing the backs of their fingers over his skin.

Astarion turns over, arousal flagging enough to not raise any uncomfortable suspicion. Though, could he blush, his face would be absolutely flushed. His eyes are heavy, his mouth hangs open. "Wonderful," he admits. "I would very much like to do that again."

Tav leans over and smiles, capturing Astarion's lips between his own. "Then again we shall."

#astarion #my writing #writing prompts #fanfiction #astarion fluff #trauma mention #abuse mention #abuse tw #answered #bg3 astarion #astarion x tav #astarion x gn tav #astarion x reader #astarion x gn reader

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