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Don't mind me, I'll just be crying about how Crosshair is willing to face his abusers and return to the scene of his nightmares to save his little sister
#tbb spoilers#bad batch spoilers#tbb crosshair#tbb#the bad batch#star wars#my poor traumatized baby#my gifs
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okay so i have a feeling nobody is going to understand what’s going on here but i want to share it anyways. i’d be willing to explain more if anyone has questions :) here’s my fic about my khajiit Veshanna from ESO. It’s called ‘Leaving it all behind’
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“Veshanna! Stop fighting with your brother. Ubaahra! Stop giving Veshanna a reason to fight with you! Zhiss’vo, she swears one day you lot are going to summon the Skooma Cat to this home!”
Veshanna stopped her yelling at her brother and sighed after hearing her mother’s scolding from inside the house. The seventeen year old Khajiit smirked as he held his sister’s painting over the edge of the balcony that overlooked Hano’shi. It was a fairly common occurrence for Ubaahra to play pranks on his youngest sister, but after putting up with his shenanigans for thirteen years, Veshanna knew most of his tricks. In just a few moments, her brother would drop her painting over the balcony. Temporarily, of course.
Ubaahra’s dark blue eyes formed half-moons as his smile grew larger and the painting slipped from his hands, falling down towards the water that sat below the Vuvadu family house on the hills of Pelletine. Veshanna furrowed her brow for a moment before gently letting her head fall back on the rest of her wheelchair, crossing her arms and taking a deep breath.
“Bring it back up.” The young Khajiit’s calm demeanor was offset only by the look in her eyes; a look of anxiety. What if this time he actually dropped the painting? He wouldn’t do such a thing, would he? In an attempt to hide herself even more, Veshanna spoke again. “This one knows you are holding it with your rishaj (magic). Do not make her get Rashta!”
Ubaahra’s mouth formed a line and he rolled his eyes. The painting that had been thrown off of the balcony slowly rose back up, a soft purple energy around it.
“Zuub, it is no fun when you know all the tricks…” He spoke as he grabbed the painting from mid air and set it down on Veshanna’s lap. “Perhaps next time this one should just drop it completely.” He smiles and Veshanna gives a hesitant smile back as she sets the painting on the floor, both siblings knowing that Ubaahra was bluffing.
“Ma’a! Toj’do’! Ubaahra, dura Veshanna!” (Children! Dinner! Ubaahra, bring Veshanna!)
Ubaahra turned towards the open balcony door that led to the inside of the family home. He nods at his mother’s request and an idea pops into his head. A burst of energy overtakes him and he bolts around the balcony to the back of his sister’s wheelchair, racing the poor girl through the door and to the kitchen. Veshanna holds onto the arm rests for dear life as Ubaahra charges her through the halls, coming to a screeching halt once they reached the kitchen table. Ubaahra straightened out the wheelchair in the only spot it would fit (next to the head of the table) then gave his sister a solid pat on the shoulder before making his way to his sociologically assigned seat next to Ik’asha.
Veshanna took fast, heavy breaths once the ride was over, a full blown panic attack setting in from the chaos that had started and stopped so abruptly over the past three minutes. She began to focus on every small thing around her; the sounds of utensils scraping on kitchenware as her mother prepared a meal, the constant conversations between all of her siblings, and the incessant beating of her own heart. Everything began to overwhelm her and she raised her hands to her head, covering her ears and squeezing her eyes shut in an attempt to make it stop.
Noticing Veshanna’s meltdown, M’oe-ko looked to her eldest daughter.
“Yushabhi. Get the triplets together, afa.”
She tilted her head in the direction of the shaking Veshanna.
Yushabhi kept her eyes glued to the book in front of her as she raised her voice.
“Ji’sanji! Rashta! Kitchen! Now!”
M’oe-ko sighed at Yushabhi’s words and narrowed her eyes to her daughter. “This one could have done that herself.” She gestured to the hallway with the wooden spoon she had been using to make the family’s dinner. “Khi, Yushabhi. They are outdoors.”
Yushabhi groaned and left the table, returning a few moments later with Ji’sanji and Rashta, who quickly ran over to Veshanna and began a calm conversation in attempts to calm her down.
The triplets spoke to each other about their days; Ji’sanji and Rashta had spent the day outside of the house; running through Hano’shi, exploring the markets and scavenging for treasure in the caves below the town. Veshanna explained that she had spent most of the day on the balcony, painting and enjoying the sounds of nature. Ik’asha and Ubaahra were having their own discussion about sword fighting techniques while Moshkabhi continued her reading lessons with S’talrii. Yushabhi, as per usual, had her face buried into a book, not batting an eye at the chaos that surrounded the dinner table.
What started as separate conversations merged into one - the most important discussion of all. A discussion about what food was going to be brought out for the hungry and chaotic Vuvadu children.
Veshanna, now calmed down thanks to the help of her siblings, observed her family around her with a slight smile on her face. M’oe-ko walked towards the table holding a pot, the smell of a hearty Elsweyri stew following close behind. When the meal was set down in front of the family, chaos erupted once again. Most of the children began debating who had guessed dinner correctly, besides Ik’asha and Yushabhi who had guessed correctly and sat in silent victory, smirks plastering their faces as they watched the scene unfold. The debate ended and dinner began, the sound of soft conversation and laughter between bites made the dinner taste even better.
Until her father walked in.
The family went silent.
No… Not silent. They completely stopped. It was as if time itself had stopped, leaving only enough room for Viuran Vuvadu… And his daughter.
What is happening?
He is not supposed to be here.
…Why is he not supposed to be here?
Why is he here?
…Ik’asha killed him…
Veshanna’s eyes followed her father as he walked around the room, making his way to his spot at the head of the table. Once he was seated, Veshanna turned to look at her sister.
But she was gone.
There was an unlit, melted candle that took the place of Ik’asha Vuvadu.
Veshanna stared at the candle as reality hit her. Ik’asha was dead. Her eyes moved around the table. It wasn’t just Ik’asha. Ji’sanji, Rashta, Ubaahra… They were all dead. Grasping the gravity of the situation, Veshanna squeezed her eyes shut, hoping, praying to any gods that would listen to wake her from this nightmare.
When she finally opened her eyes, she was alone.
Dov… I am alone.
The room around this one is dark. The chairs are broken and the walls are painted with cobwebs. Broken glass carpets the floor and Khenarthi’s bated breath sings a song of sorrow that seeps through the shattered windows, gently hitting my skin and reminding me of what is real and what is not.
This one sits by the corpse of her childhood home. Splintered bones from what used to be a solid family, open wounds bleeding poisonous memories from the fleshless cadaver that she once was comforted by, now nothing but a heap of rotting wood and lost hope. Yet I still visit this grave expecting flowers to have bloomed from the chaos.
What a fool she is, Veshanna Vuvadu.
She was not supposed to be here. Veshanna was supposed to be sitting in her home making preparations for Ji’sanji’s burial after her trip to Scrivener’s Hall with the Seekers. But for some reason she was drawn here, to her old home. A bitter silence has followed in this one’s footsteps recently, but not here. Here she can hear the echoes of the past, as if the spirit of her happy family still lingers, calling to her to join them. Perhaps it is Namiira tricking her into believing it is her family instead, but it does not matter at this point.
Whatever voices call to her, she will listen.
“Come with me…” they say.
“I will ease your pain.”
#elder scrolls#tes#the elder scrolls#writing#writeblr#khajiit#oc: Veshanna#The Coterie of Seekers#elder scrolls fic#elder scrolls online#my poor traumatized baby#ask me anything
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I live, love, laugh, breathe for Daisy Johnson content
Daisyyy
#hyperventilating#she’s so pretty#I love you op#you deserve the world#this is gorgeous#hdjejejeheheisjdhdbd#illegally beautiful#agents of shield#daisy johnson#my poor traumatized baby#love her so much#she deserves the world#but not split in half#aos
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Annabeth: if I had nickel for every time a child of the Big 3 tried to sacrifice themselves in front of me, I’d have 3 nickels
Annabeth: which isn’t a lot, but they need to stop fucking doing that.
#this poor girl has watched Thalia sacrifice herself and now Percy try to sacrifice himself TWICE#my dudes please chill you’re traumatizing my poor baby more than she already is#Percy Jackson#pjo tv show#pjo series#pjo#annabeth chase
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I thought people were joking when they say Anthy suffered more than Jesus Christ 😭😭😭
#MY POOR BABY GIRL#she should be allowed to commit mass murder once as a treat#as reparations in fact#revolutionary girl utena#anthy himemiya#UTENA COME GET YOUR WIFE HELLO??!#like I'm gonna be so fr with y'all I didn't expect it to be THIS traumatizing#rgu
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why does every reconciliation fic go like this
#my dc posting#jason todd#red hood#jason todd fanart#ugh i forgot to change tim n dick's skin colours aa i already put my drawing stuff away whatever#bruce wayne#dick grayson#tim drake#<- main offenders#no but. jason will be making some absolutely great points#ill be cheering him on like YEAH know ur fucking value good job call them the fuck out dont fall for their shit!!#then there will be one (1) event n suddenly the author pulls a complete 180#all of jason's valid issues n complaints r swept away without ever being solved#at most he's given a few flimsy excuses or justifications#n suddenly hes all happy n dandy w them#like 🤨🤨🤨 what!!!#like nothing changes nobody makes any effort but apparently one sentence going 'omg no it wasnt like that jason 😭' is enough to sweep#everything under the rug#like why have i never read a fic where anyone actually works to change. to right the wrongs theyve done. to apolgoize and do better.#aside form of course jason going 'i see now that murder is wrong i was stupid n angry for no good reason good thing the pit madness has bee#solved/managed better n i have apologized to Poor Little 10yo Baby Tim whom i hurt and traumatized So Badly how will he ever forgive me...'#'fuck my family wtf is wrong w these assholes' 'i killed the joker for like 3 minutes' 'i love you i have no further issues aside from#Teenage Angst which will be cured via being told my anger is disproportional and of course one (1) hug form my Dearest Father'#when will i read someone 'pullin the alfred card' and jason respondin w 'fuck alfred'. he deserves to be an asshole w the way hes treated..#ok ill stop now im just. very done w this stuff
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The exact moment Crowley’s heart breaks in half 💔 Don’t ask me why I do this to myself, I literally sought out the moment in the episode when his eyes just speak volumes.
#good omens#good omens 2#your honor they are in love#good omens season two#i love them#good omens finale#good omens fandom#crowley x aziraphale#aziraphale x crowley#crowley#crowley and aziraphale#ineffable husbands#ineffable divorce#breakup#it can’t end this way seriously#the final fifteen#crowley is traumatized#seriously aziraphale what the fuck#ineffable idiots#my poor baby#whyyyy
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Kwahu made friends with an anima yak, who is now named Suzette. She'll give us lovely blue anima wool which we can sell or make lovely blue clothes from!
I'm calling this gift from Arwell "Chekhov's Bionic Leg" for no reason in particular.
Anyway, time to go fight a mech cluster!
Well, we defeated the mechs but forgot to get out of dodge before the turrets exploded! I'm sure there is only minimal damage, though, right?
Oh damn. That looks painful... At least we have a bionic leg to replace it, right, Kwahu?
... Kwahu?
oh hell
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#rimworld#gracie plays#A Mechanitor's Message#art#my art#traditional art#rimworld art#unpolished art#slightly more polished art than usual#tw blood#tw injury#Suzette is a lovely anima yak but she is not allowed inside the house sadly#the yard is very nice though and she'll have lots of friends#so that's something#I think Randy Random saw that Arwell sent us a leg#and went “haha did someone say TrAuMaTiC aMpUtAtiOn?”#so now we need TWO bionics#some might say that destroying this mech cluster cost us an arm and a leg#not me though#that'd be insensitive#of course Xina got out unharmed#I suppose she WAS due for e break but c'mon!!!#my poor baby boys T.T#I was going to say I don't like seeing them injured#buuuuuut#it is fun to draw#the red suits them#anyhoo#have a lovely day!!!! <3 <3 <3
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This made me cackle 🤣
cal has many skills! but none of those skills are talking about his emotions
(ko-fi requests are open!)
#greez dritus#cal kestis#bd 1#jedi fallen order#jfo#star wars#jedi: fallen order#my poor traumatized baby
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I just had a thought...
What if Stede returned to Ed, not because he was lost and couldn't find the ship, but because he had a flashback in the dark woods of that night when Chauncey took him...
So he starts to have a panic attack with all those little poisoned words seeping back into his head. Yet instead of running away, he ran back to Ed this time for help.
Yeah I'm gonna go cry now...
#you know he's still traumatized about that night and is struggling to talk about it.#ofmd 2 spoilers#ofmd#Stede my poor baby#our flag means death
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Oh my adorable baby boy im going to pass out
#HIS WIDE EYES IN THE TOP PANEL#HES LIKE O_O#then he goes OAO#im sobbing#poor traumatized baby#ao no exorcist#okumura yukio#hes so openly crying and showing his emotioms now it warms my heart
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“HAHAHA! look at his audial finals! Theyre taller than his fraggin' head!"
“Forget the finals length, look at his legs! He’s got SKYSCRAPERS for stabilizing servos!”
The young bots continued to hurl childish insults at Orion, who could do nothing but sit and watch as the loud voices of his peers rang through the hallway, bringing even more attention to the spat. The students had begun to gather around, some of them starting to snicker at the faces Orion made.
It was one of the few days where Orion was outside of the achives; a school day. It was the end of his second week at [REDACTED]. Like many new sparklings, Orion was having a bit of a hard time adjusting to his new environment and schedule: But he had a very different cause for it. Orion was, in human terms, around seven or eight, but he was only now being put into school for the first time. He knew practically nothing compared to other other bitlets his age. This, Again, was common for many sparklings, especially those of the lower castes; But this again brings up many other problems. Orion had spent half of his life tucked away from civilization in the cybertronian wilds, where food was scarce and life was scarcer. Being taken into Iacon city so suddenly had jolted his senses to an overwhelming point, and randomly being taught to talk and how and have manners was almost a breaking point for the young mech.
Now, Orion was facing a new and very real threat; socialization. Alpha Trion had hoped seeing bots his age would relax Orion some; possibly make his feel more at ease; but the opposite had happened. And, unfortunately. this as just the first of many, MANY rough encounters that Orion would have
“Haha…ew, EW! Look at his denta! They’re so sharp! What’s wrong with him?"
"Sweet Solus Prime! His servos are so sharp! Those things could rip a scraplet apart!”
“EEK! He’s looking at me! Get those creepy eyes off me you freak!”
Orion backed up even further as the crowd got closer and closer to him. Hearing himself clang into the corner of the hallway, Orion reached around the wall for something to grab onto. When he found nothing, he clutched his clawed servos to his chest and tried to make himself as small as possible, letting out an animalistic whimper.
The crowd roared with laughter at the strange sound he made, and only continuer to point out the things that were "wrong" with him: His long arms, his thin stature, his lack of armor; on and on the bitlets went, no sympathy running though their systems.
Just as Orion felt the farmiliar prick of tears in his optics, the bell rang, telling the botlings that they could now leave for the day. As the other botlings ran out the door, Orion blinked and lubricant steamed down his face. He stood there thinking of everything his peers had said about him, feeling something twist inside him as he gingerly grabbed his denta. Alpha Trion has always told him that wrongs could be righted… could he right this? This… none of this made sense…
“Hey! Get out of here you little rust stain! Schools out!”
Orion jumped at the obnoxious sound of his teachers voice. He scurried out of the hallway, head spinning, his metaphorical tail between his legs.
(BONUS)
Alpha trions heels clicked as he walked through the hall of records, looking for Orion. He noticed that Orion had been running off with increasing frequency since he bagan school half a cycle ago. Alpha Trion had begun to grow worried; Orion only talked about the things he learned at school and not about his peers or teachers. Not to mention, when he talked about the things that he learned he sounded… somewhat passionless about it. He always came home looking tired and defeated, and Alpha Trion was becoming more and more worried.
He quickly stopped and adjusted his audio receptors. Listening as well as he could, he faintly heard a sound resembling sudden puffs of air. Following the sound, it led him to an old storage room in the back of the archives. Everything back here was dark and musty, probably rusty and broken too, he thought to himself as he stared at an old toolbox left lying open in the middle of the hallway. Hearing the sound he was following again, he listened closely. It sounded almost like… Alpha Trion immediately perked up, running to a storage room a few rooms down and swiftly opening the door.
Alpha Trions spark sank as he stared at the scene before him. Orion was sitting in front of a dusty, broken mirror with a pair of rusty pliers in his servo; they were clamped onto one of his sharpest teeth, and were being tugged at viciously. Poor Orion was sobbing uncontrollably as he continued to make himself bleed. Alpha Trion rushed over, putting his servo over Orions, making him stop in his tracks. Orion glanced at him with a face full of sadness. Nothing was said as Orion dropped the rusty pliers and fell into Alpha Trions open arms. Alpha Trion sighed; he had a sneaking suspicion as to why Orion was so vague about his life outside of the Archives… And he had a horrible feeling about it…
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Heheh terrible oneshot(s) go brrrr
No but seriously I had this idea late yesterday and I wanted to post it today but I ended up having stuff to do so I posted it tonight instead. This is less of feral Orion, but more post-feral Orion and the some of the struggles he faces in his everyday life (As well as giving some hints as to why Optimus ended up the way he is now). This ended up being a bit more serious than I intended it to be in all actuality, but you can’t really tell why from this part of the story alone. I’ll probably post that tommorow.
Also just for the record this thing was written on the fly, wasnt proof read, or just generally didn’t get any of that nice professional stuff, so that’s probably why is 1. Sucks 2. Has some gramatical or punctuation errors.
#ah yes my favorite hobby: traumatizing children#fiction children not real ones#just making that clear don’t call the police#oh look It’s just one more horrible thing I’ve done to tfp Optimus wow#poor baby#he needs a break#and a nap#and a hug probably#but he’ll get that later…#tfp#transformers#transformers prime#transformers exodus#tfp orion pax#tfp optimus prime#tfp optimus#feral orion pax#feral optimus friday#art#my art#oneshot#shitty story#optimus prime#kids SUCK MAN#THEYRE SO MEAN
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Today we were blessed with the ghost rut scene and He Xuan's voice in the audiodrama and I'm on the floor.
The Beefleaf scene is at the same time so devastating and hot. Like how do you spect me to not fall for "You called for the wrong person."?
#tgcf#beefleaf#hualian#audio drama#tgcf audio drama#ghost rut#he xuan#is so hot#and for what#my poor baby was traumatized#the screams would hunt me#xie lian#hua cheng
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i still cannot get over The Twins like.
imagine.
you have another version of you out there arguably living a life just as difficult as yours, if not more, that you can talk to at literally Any Time! and they're You so you basically already have half a convo down anytime you decide to pop on over via a portal
1610 and 42 stepping out of their respective portals side-by-side just to stroll out of an alleyway like nothin happened just going:
1610: LOUD SIGH
42: rough day too huh?
1610, brushing debris off of his shoulder: yeeep. another run-in with the rhino. again.
42: you didn't lock his dumb ass up like, last month? how'd he get out?
1610: don't know, don't care. so done with this week, i just wanna... i dunno. hibernate til spring 😮💨
42: man, what a mood.
1610: what happened to you? you look like you had a rougher day than me!
42, covered in visible bruises and cuts along with his bandages: mannnn... rougher week more like. well... rougher life. but. anyways.
they both nod at each other in Understanding
#mine#spiderverse#miles g morales#miles morales#can yall imagine the Sleepovers#and the fact that if miles canonically has anxiety then All Mileses have anxiety#goddamn. in 42's case the panic attacks would be SO damn painful alongside obvious ptsd symptoms#OUHHHHHHHGGGGHGGGBH MY BABY BOYS#if i think abt it too much ill cry 😢#they are both Anxiety Brothers In Arms. just sharing one look between each other#and thats all they need#i am also so so so so enamoured with them swapping Mental Health Tips with each other#bc you know damn well aaron is NOT helping 42's traumatized ass with any of that 😭😭😭#poor kiddo#then he finds 1610 and 1610 is like 'dude that sounds like symptoms of ptsd. also youre having a panic attack rn'#and a whole new world is opened up for widdle miles g#but 42 is Not Dumb and i know he has coping mechanisms of his own!#catch him str8 up sitting on 1610 when he's havin a panic attack and 1610 goes 'WHAT ARE YOU DOING'#42: trust me bro. you need pressure on you rn. i do this all the time when im panicking like u are#1610: you get someone to sit on you?!#42: uh. no. i haul over aaron's punching bag off the chain and lay it on me.#1610 who is now visibly much calmer: uhhh wow. hm. that's kind of a good idea actually#42: right?! it helps out a lot!
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What role Nix has in the Villain AU??
⚠️ TW FOR BLOOD ⚠️
. . .
Soooooooooo….. uhhhhhh
I don’t think we’d want to know what would happen in villains. Cuz… it’s messy.
😏
Thanks for the ask!!!
#digital art#drawing#sketch#original art#babtqftim au#babtqftim#bendy and boris in the inky mystery#babitim#bendy and boris the quest for the ink machine#villain#villain au#inky mystery au#finally drawing again#hopefully#my ocs <3#my ocs#oc trauma#I traumatized them#poor babies#tw for blood#blood and gore#and dead bodies#pheonix#dragons#alternative endings#have fun#asks and replies#au asks#thanks for the ask!
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