#it's reliving the trauma every day

[kuhatoarchive]

...oof. tifa’s scar and physical rehabilitation. let’s talk about it :)

   veeery very grateful traces of two pasts touches upon this at length because it’s such a landmark in tifa’s life, both emotionally and physically. i’m not a medical expert by any means so i’m glad for it GJGF. i’m taking the specifics of it and the rehabilitation to add to my og verse; note that this post is, again, only limited to the injury and rehabilitation. i’ll make a post about tifa’s life post-discharge from the clinic sometime later so this won’t be too cluttered.

   anyway— the novel describes the scar as running underneath her left collarbone down and across towards the bottom of her right breast, which... means that it’d be quite visible with any cleavage, even if the transplanted issue they used faded into a closer match to her skin. i think her discomfort from showing it would stem from the utterly unpleasant memory rather than any self-consciousness of how it looked aesthetically. it may not look too nasty after it has healed and faded, but it is a lengthy scar on quite a vital body location, so... any stares and questions, even if not outright asked, would give her too much discomfort. this is why i favor the “exotic” (why’d they have to call it that....) dress over the other options— it’s not about modesty, it’s about the scar.  

   below are some excerpts of specifics i’m incorporating:

ON THE INJURY. 

   The injury crushed a piece of [her] sternum, but didn’t puncture any of [her] lungs or internal organs. [They] replaced the missing bone with synthetic grafts, and right now it’s being reinforced with metal wire. This wire will stay on for the rest of [her] life. On the early stages of healing, [her] chest needed to be kept secured in place so she was made to wear a corset which was loosened over time.      The transplanted tissues take about three to four years to assimilate with [her] natural skin. The cause of the pain outside [her] chest is due to this transplant; it’s just like a burn, but it goes away in time. The color should also begin to look more like [her] surrounding skin. 

ON THE REHABILITATION.

   After the major surgeries performed on her and spending a month unconscoius, she has to carry out methods for regaining muscle strength that won’t cause more strain on her injuries. She was to work on grip strength, walking and running ability, and stretching, all for about half a month.

The conditions to discharge her were as follows:

   1. The skin fusion must progress to level 3 or higher.    2. Regain muscle strength to allow for minimal daily activities.    3. Pay for all the medical expenses and hospitalization (LOL...... the amount is not explicitly mentioned but it is described as absurd.)

ON THE RELOCATION.

   “At the first hospital, they finished treatment on your sternum, but your condition remained unstable. The doctor from Corel recommended you to be transferred to either Midgar or Junon because the hospitals there would have the medical equipment ready. They even got approval from Shinra Headquarters’ Science Division, but Master Zangan objected. After some heated discussions, you came [to a sector 8 clinic].”

[cold--carnage]

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[demonbloodenthusiast]

team free will going back home from a hunt with the windows down to air out baby from the smell the corpses left behind from having to put them in the backseat (since there wasn't enough space in the trunk) listening to taylor swift cause it's jack's turn in music and dear john comes on... and then cut to these four grown ass mfs absolultely loosing their collective shit screaming along to it from the top of their lungs because ✨️daddy issues✨️

[grinchwrapsupreme]

One thing Being Human does really well is show the different ugly ways trauma can manifest - anger, sadness, becoming convinced of things that aren't true - and how conflicting traumas can result in actively hostile relationships

[ontargetmadders]

It really is such a shame that tom baker didn't want to come back for the 20th anniversary special. Just like it's a massive shame chris never wanted to come back for the 50th. Both would have been 100x better if they were in it 😔

[dyingvictorian]

Did i ever tell you guys about the muffin au? Baby-ify them, heres babey Chains and Rook, one of the NPCs in the campaign. He’s a very clear knockoff of a character i was obsessed with for a long time and dared my DM to add him and his partner in ( ・∇・) but that’s not important right now

[thedreadvampy]

hey fun thing. fun thing I'm experiencing lately. is that the case which every terf journo in the fucking UK is freaking themselves about FINALLY being able to put on the front page - trans woman convicted of rape sent to women's prison - is uhhhhhhhh. really close to home? emotionally? for me? and it's on every fucking newsstand????

(obviously transparent as fuck every time that everyone's suddenly so concerned about the wellbeing of women in prison when all the same publications are usually in the CRIMINAL SCUM PRISONS ARE TOO SOFT TRAIN but OKAY. OKAY. since you suddenly care so much about female prisoners shall we uhhhhh idk address the rate of sexual assaults by guards? police? other cisgender prisoners? maybe rethink the whole 'prison' thing as a whole? oh this is just about how you think trans women are scary again? cool. cool cool cool.)

[4ngelofmydreams]

aheem heem

whimper

[sylvainlover]

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[autism-corner]

im doing it for them. ig.

[netaro--yowa]

What tje fuck man.

[invisiblerambler]

Becoming a minor tumblr celebrity in the year of our lord 2024 for an entirely different Fandom than the last (several) times this happened... not on my bingo board

[crys-jo]

Your tags are too good to be left out

They're gonna be so nauseatingly foul with all the PDA and literally everyone but themselves is going to find it absolutely abhorrent and hard to watch. There will be vomiting in class hallways and no cleanup on aisle 7.

The adults of the town are gonna find it all cute and 'aw' as they walk by holding hands and nudging each other's noses together and talking in that stupid baby voice PC Cartman used with Yentl, meanwhile any students who see them in the distance will go out of their way to avert their path so they can avoid having to bare witness to a second longer of their nasty lovey dovey bullshit.

Also, YES Kyle will sit in Cartman's lap and let him pepper his face with kisses and he'll continue talking like he normally does cause he swears it's totally not weird that he allows this even when Stan and Kenny are present and cringing across from them in the Denny's booth as if this is the most normal thing in the world and YES Kyle will ask "What?" when he finally notices their discomfort and manages to pull himself away from Cartman. To which Stan makes a gesture at them and responds with a hesitant, "This- Doesn't this bother you?" before Kyle gets all passive aggressive because "Is there something I should be bothered by?" His gay ass is already crossing his arms in confrontation and Cartman has finally stopped peppering his face with kisses to look at the other two with a quirked eyebrow. The broship has never taken such a toll.

If they ever got together the whole school would collectively decide after the first week to hold an intervention via assembly in which every student who has had issues with their relationship gets two minutes max each to share their grievance when up to the podium. Everybody, including butters, would be lined the fuck up with an entire written out dissertation on how their behavior has affected their mental and physical health and well-being with signed and dated notes from school nurses, doctors and psychiatrists as evidence, meanwhile Kyle is furious that they had enough time and energy to bitch about his relationship instead of doing their homework or focusing on an actual problem in the world. The entire time Cartman has an arm draped over Kyles shoulders, shushing him as he pats and rocks him like you would a petulant child who's about to throw a tantrum before telling him "it's alright babe, they're just homophobic, they'll never understand our love cause we're not skinny yaoi boys like tweek and craig" or some stupid shit like that. Kyle would literally be shaking with fury, his grit teeth about to snap from tension, his hands dug so far into his arms they're practically ripping holes through his clothes and if it weren't for Cartman calming him down, this assembly would have already become a massacre.

Kyle coming out to stan abt dating cartman and the latter has to endure a Crackbaby 2.0, not able to speak at ALL bc god help anyone who tries to interrupt Kyle when he goes into justification mode.

Kyle pulls out charts and psych books and shit like being with cartman is high risk high reward business venture and all stan was gonna say was “I mean yeah.🧍‍♂️okay”

[truckstoptigers]

it infiltrates my every waking moment

i never stop thinking about it

i carry the weight everywhere i go

but i bet you don't lose sleep over it

[kittyfrisk9]

IdeaDpxDc: A nice moment with a sleep demon.

Note: Sorry, I don't know English, so please use a translator. I apologize if you don't get the idea.

Dead On Main.

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Danny accidentally absorbed some of Nocturn's powers (like in the Vortex episode), and now, with these new temporary abilities, why not take advantage of them? Like a kid with a new toy, Danny (or should I say Phantom: with a new design) has fun every night going from dream to dream.

The dream world is so strange! Without the constant threat of a dream entity trying to take over the world and all that. Now he has fun exploring the most unusual parts of his classmates' subconscious, or anyone's in general.

Even though he knows he shouldn't be doing this (after all, he's a responsible adult now), spying on other people's dreams isn't exactly something a mature person would do.

On the other hand, Danny is the responsible adult; Phantom is the one who uses his new powers recklessly. Plus, no one in Gotham knows who Phantom is, and at the end of the day, he's not hurting anyone. Point in his favor!

It was all fun and games… until he felt it: the unpleasant taste of a nightmare, distressing and desperate. Phantom knows he has to intervene, because, unlike Nocturn, he does not delight in the suffering of others.

So he goes. And what he sees shocks him.

Resonant laughter of a psychopath, the constant pain of flesh being beaten, and the devastating reminder that no one came to help. Phantom doesn't just see it, he feels it. Gross. What is this? Why would anyone be hurting a child? Then he understands: this is not just a nightmare, it's a memory, and someone is suffering from reliving it.

He absolutely will not allow this nightmare to continue.

...

Jason hasn't been having good days lately, mostly because instead of going to therapy, he's chosen to sweep his trauma under the rug and aggressively throw himself into crime-fighting. He's not good at dealing with his emotions, especially when he's been tormented by the same damn nightmare over and over again.

He knows the script by heart, he knows how it will end, but he still feels the same fear as the first time.

His head hurts.

"No, not again," he thinks in terror. Once again, he's tied up, unable to move or call for help. It's colder than he remembers. The walls have a grotesque tint, with laughter written in every corner. But the worst thing is the silence… until the sound of clashing metal begins to resonate.

Everything is a thousand times worse. He's sure the original scenario wasn't like this, but his terrified mind refuses to accept it.

The metallic sound resonates louder, each crash rumbling in Jason's chest. His breathing quickens, and then he hears it: that laugh.

A deep, distorted echo of laughter that seems to come from every direction. The laughter snakes around the grotesque walls, filled with the same letters that repeat his agony. “Ha… ha… ha…” fills the air, louder with each invisible step that approaches.

Then, he appears.

It’s not the Joker he remembers from that fateful night. This one is worse. Bigger, more deformed, with a smile that seems to tear at his own face. The colors of his suit are darker, more twisted. It’s as if his mind has amplified him, made him more monstrous.

“My, my, how little Robin has grown? But… something remains the same, doesn’t it? No matter how many times you live it, it always ends the same way. And to think that you were my greatest work of art!”

His voice is mocking, but behind the mockery is pure cruelty, a wicked amusement that lights up in those crazy eyes.

The Joker leans towards Jason, his face invading the small distance between them. The sound of metal continues to echo, and Jason knows what's coming next.

"Oh, I almost forgot…" he says, pulling out of nowhere an iron crowbar that gleams in the dim light of the nightmare. "It wouldn't be a good memory without this, would it?"

That's when the pain begins. Jason doesn't want to scream, and he won't. Even though that abominable creature is just a representation of his killer, he won't give him the luxury of listening to him suffer. The blows continue, and Jason bites his tongue. It's just a nightmare, it's not real… it's not real.

It's not real.

It's not real.

It's not-

"Hey… Are you okay?" he hears him ask. His shocked gaze turns to where the clown should be and discovers that he's gone. In his place, there's a handsome young man: short, slightly messy black hair, expressive purple eyes, and a body almost completely shrouded in dark shadows.

The mysterious man had a cosmic air about him, surrounded by a mix of special effects of stars and galaxies. Something magical.

And new.

Jason honestly doesn't know what he's seeing, or why he's seeing it. "What?" he says, unable to find another word to describe his situation.

The entity laughs at his stunned state, a reassuring echo very different from the joker's laughter. Then he snaps his fingers, and suddenly he's no longer in that ugly room. He's now in a field of flowers, beautiful and vibrant, looking out at a starry sky.

Okay, this is the part where he asks his brain how he went from being in a nightmare to being with a handsome guy under the stars, hands free and untethered.

"Relax, you're not crazy," the being says as he lies back in the grass. “You were in pain, and I didn’t like it, so I got you out of there. Don’t worry, that abomination won’t bother you again.”

Jason blinks twice, bewildered, not understanding anything. “You… saved me?”

“You could say yes.”

“Why?” He shakes his head. “No, wait, that’s not the question. Who…?” Looking back at the being, he decides to change his question: “What are you?”

He seems to have taken the being by surprise.

It clasps its hands together as it looks up at the sky, trying to act normal. Jason narrows his eyes. “You can call me Void.”

“Did you just make up that name?”

The being looks away, seemingly embarrassed at being found out. “Yeah…” And suddenly exclaims, “Ah, ancients! I'm not supposed to be doing this, much less with one of the bats."

That last sentence had given away more than it should have.

"Hey, how about we admire the night view and then pretend this never happened?" Void suggested with a hopeful smile, turning to Jason.

Maybe it was the soft scent of the flowers, the calm atmosphere, or just the tiredness after so many nights of endless nightmares, but Jason, without thinking too much about it, walked over, lay down next to Void on the grass, and said, "No."

He needed a break.

...

And that's how Jason befriended a dream demon. And how Danny pretended to be a dream demon until Nocturn's powers wore off. He couldn't let the bats find out his identity.

After that, they spent more time together, fell in love, there was drama and there was closure. In the middle of all that, Danny started having tea with Alfred in the dream world, and at other times, he had fun bothering the other bats in their dreams.

But that's another story.

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Note: Sorry, I don't know English, so please use a translator. I apologize if you don't get the idea.

Part 2

[metamorphesque]

Aurora (Arshaluys) Mardiganyan was just 14 when the sky collapsed on her head. In 1915, as the Armenian Genocide began, her village was torn apart by turkish soldiers. She watched as her father, her brothers and all the men in her family were dragged away and murdered. The women and children, including Aurora, were spared only to be marched into the desert—a death sentence of a different kind.

The march was relentless. Day after day, Aurora trudged through the searing heat, surrounded by the dying and the dead. There was no food, no water—just the constant, gnawing hunger, thirst and sexual mutilation. Those who fell behind were shot or left to die under the unrelenting sun. Aurora witnessed countless mothers cradling their dying children, their bodies wasting away before her eyes. The air was thick with the stench of death, and the ground was littered with the bodies of her people, unburied, forgotten.

According to her story, the turkish soldiers decided to nail the 17 girls of her village in the group to crosses—in a grotesque parody of their Christian faith, but they miscounted and only constructed 16 crosses; Aurora was the lucky one who was not crucified.

She endured much, being sold into a harem as a teen, for 85 cents. She was beaten, assaulted and dehumanized in ways no child should ever endure. Aurora’s spirit was broken over and over again, yet somehow, she survived.

When she finally escaped, Aurora found her way to the United States, carrying the weight of what she had witnessed. She was alone, orphaned by genocide, but she was determined to tell the world what had happened. Her story, Ravished Armenia, recounted the horrors in graphic detail—images too painful for most to even imagine. But for Aurora, they were not just stories; they were the memories that haunted her every day.

She agreed to relive her trauma once more, acting in the film Auction of Souls, where she portrayed her own suffering and the atrocities she had witnessed. But even then, Aurora was exploited. The people behind the film saw her pain as a commodity, and she was never properly compensated. She gave everything—her story, her dignity, her voice—but received little in return.

In the early 1930s, both the book and the film faded from the public’s attention. The sudden and complete silencing of the film had two explanations: the growing U.S.-turkey alliances, and an agreement between Hollywood and Germany. Aurora had written about being raped by a roving gang of german soldiers in turkey before being sold into a harem

The film that was supposed to tell her story was lost, leaving behind only fragments, just like the memory of the millions of Armenians who were massacred.

Here you can find Aurora Mardiganyan's book, "RAVISHED ARMENIA".