#poor coping mechanisms

[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

Whump Prompt #1317

Submitted by Anon - thanks!

A whumpee who got out, who got better.

A caregiver. who is so relieved the worst is over and whumpee may not be back to their old self, but they seem okay and on some days caregiver isn't even reminded of what happened…

Until they catch the whumpee indulging in old patterns. Maybe the whumpee secretly punishes themselves. Maybe whumpee lets it slip they see themselves as less than human. Maybe the indulge in the form of unhealthy relationships or substance abuse.

The caregivers whole world comes crashing down while whumpee completely undoes any progress before their eyes as they realize they got caught.

[studiogrimm810]

okay not to sound desperate but PLS what tag do i look up to find fanfics or just comfort works for daddy issues???

and like no like romance “bf is dad material” but like actual “dad and child” fics. like joel and ellie from the last of us vibes.

pls i’m so desperate for father comfort,, i need this medically

[violetscanfly]

Out of reach

[bunnirabbits]

not sure if i want nanami to be a super experienced older man who will take the reigns in bed straight away, or a poor, overworked soul who’s never gotten the chance to lose his virginity so i can hold his hand and stare lovingly into his eyes as he cums inside a woman for the first time.

[the-bat-bros]

THEY DID NOT GO THERE

Oh my sweet Jason

You joking about your death will ALWAYS be funny to me idc what anyone else says

[wintersnails]

people watching Teen Wolf (apparently??): Scott is a neurotypical boring character with no vulnerabilities or nuance

Scott McCall: in response to an extremely traumatic series of event in which my agency and bodily autonomy were wrenched out of my control at the age of 16, i am now tying my self-worth directly to the well-being of every single person in this town (including those who have repeatedly tried to kill or actively harm me) and if i ever ‘fail’ to save someone i probably deserve to die or suffer a bunch more than i already have :))). also, the narrative has emphasized at multiple points that i will sacrifice myself not only out of compassion but because of a deeper feeling of complete worthlessness in the face of my own limitations. i am desperately sidelining my own past as much as possible yet my PTSD is still shaping how i try to act out the values of kindness and mercy (sometimes to rigid or illogical extremes) because these qualities weren’t shown to me when i was at my most vulnerable. it feels like someone trapped a monster under my skin and even though i am trying to use my abilities for good, it’s still hard to unlearn the pure terror and pain that i associate with becoming a werewolf against my will :)))

[felonytaxevasion]

Couldn't sleep last night anyway here's Blake Thorburn if he was on fire

[hahasuchagarbage]

In this household we pray for interdimensional liquiroot. It happened once in my blog and its here again, can't hear the complaints, there are none for me-

meme I was referencing ⤵️

[yoosung-ah]

a brief summary of Mystic Messenger (OG edition) x

[genolover]

I love characters who are flawed and have trauma and make terrible choices based on that trauma. I really do.

I'm saying this because while I've never been a huge sonic fan, I fucking love shadow. I have been all over shadows part in sonic x shadow generations. I am so hype for sonic 3, you don't understand and I did not watch the first 2 movies. I was only interested in shadow. Was.

See, I ship sonadow/shadonic and with the new movie reigniting my interest, I have been reading sonic fanfiction again. With fanfiction comes a need for context. With context comes the understanding that sonics life is so fucked up. Like, I kept seeing christmas island being used as sonics birth place and I looked it up and that's canon. Cool, he came from a place with snow and stuff. Guess who just found out it's named after the real life Christmas island, the island that the US used for nuclear testing back in the 50s without evacuating the nearby town (which there is another government run experiment on the moon in the 50s in canon. Im just saying, theres something we play with there) . And that's just side stuff, there's so much in the games and comics that's just messed up. My guy was stuck in a torture egg for 6 months in forces, and lost his memories but had to keep going in frontier.

I'm just saying this bad boy (smacks a hedgehog obsessed with chili dogs, a struggle food, yes I am reaching based on my own experience and will continue to do so) can hold so much trauma.

I will be overthinking this to make aus at work.

[tomurakii]

I kind of hate all the comparisons between kipperlily and like. Those fuckass "affirmative action fucks me over I wish I was [minority] so it would be easier" people because none of that. Is what she said. She said the bad kids already had more experience with adventuring before they got to augefort and it meant they had an advantage. Which is true. Yeah Riz was lower-class but his mum was a COP. Riz, Kristen and Fig had parents who were heroes (Sandra-Lynn is an active ranger, Kristen's parents are paladins, Sklonda is a rogue), Adaine's family was super rich and politically influential, Fabian had both. Gorgug's the only one who wasn't actively at an advantage [IN THE CONTEXT OF HAVING PRIOR KNOWLEDGE ABOUT HEROISM] and she didn't have shit to say about him. Kipperlily was the first person in her family to try heroism, the bad kids are largely legacy admissions.

Additionally to the people comparing it to the "anti-affirmative action" crowd: do you know what affirmative action is. The bad kids didn't receive special consideration on their admissions to aguefort or scholarships or additional financial support or extended assessment times or anything. How could she be mad about affirmative action if none of these people received affirmative action. What they DID have was knowledge about their classes that started much earlier than high school, which is what Kipperlily said in her file that she thought grading should be adjusted for because she did not have that.

To me it's less like affirmative action and more like augefort is like an IQ test. They pretend that it's fair and objective, but you can be taught how to do those things from a younger age, and if your parents took the time to teach you pattern recognition and shit then you'll do better on an IQ test than someone who wasn't trained for it and everyone will act like that makes you innately smarter when it doesn't. It just means someone taught you how to do that earlier.

Barring Gorgug, every one of the bad kids had access to information about heroism and their class at a younger age than Kipperlily did, which primed them for success in their classes. Every one of them got additional information about mysteries from their families (and even direct battle-tactics training from Bill), Riz especially with getting classified info out of his mum. Kipperlily does not have hero relatives. She's the first in her family line to attend a hero school. She knew nothing about it before her first day, meanwhile Kristen was already the chosen of Helio, Adaine had already been attending the best wizard school in the country, Fabian had already spent his whole life training with his father, and Riz was already involved in solving mysteries using info and tactics he got from his parents.

They aren't necessarily "privileged" (except Fabian and Adaine), but Kipperlily didn't say they were, she said that in the specific context of attending a hero school they had a prior-knowledge advantage. Saying they didn't is like comparing the grades of a kid who's academic career started with preschool with a kid who didn't attend until middle school and acting like one of them wasn't better prepared.

[r0semultiverse]

Digital Circus AMA Notes

Digital Circus is getting a season 1 at some point!!!!

#webcore aesthetic board for the series design

Pomni was going to be a frog originally. 🐸

90s toys Zooble inspo

Caine is an antagonist, but not by active choice, he doesn't know he's not helping. He doesn't feel a whole spectrum of human emotions (he's an AI).

"Caine canonically just lets things happen if he thinks it's funny."

Characters eat like Chao in Chao garden in Sonic. The characters can eat the food, but they can't digest it.

Jax's favorite food is spaghetti.

Pomni likes salmon.

Q "Was the ending a 'Last Supper' reference?" A "in a very superficial kinda way yeah." Religious stuff is sometimes just used for the funny.

Gooseworx tumblr sketches MAY or MAY NOT be canon to the series, so it's up in the air for every single one.

People can abstract from feeling too much pain if it breaks their mind from it being too much. Characters feel pain from things, but not as intensely as they would in real life.

Zooble is gonna swap parts every episode (implying they have spare parts) except their body & head.

Jax chose his own name & gooseworx likes to think he chose Gangle's name.

Ragatha was named "Emmy" originally.

They (the cast of characters trapped in the circus) can't change their clothes but Caine can. It's part of their skin sorta kinda.

There's empty space under Pomni's hat because video game model physics.

Spamton was partially inspo for Caine, Caine's VA did Spamton dubs.

Gangle only has 2 masks. Why's it (her hapiness mask) break all the time? Mental state, but the "real her" is "harder to break."

Kaumfo was gonna be part of the main cast originally before Jax.

Kaufmo's model has nothing below the waist at this time, but was made for that promotional image on twitter.

Q "What kinda person was Kaufmo?" A "He was the same as Ragatha in a sense, goofy & cheery, sometimes toxic levels of positivity."

I'm paraphrasing for the sake of note taking in real time, go watch the stream playback for more context & details if you want.

[the-bat-bros]

Anxious! Tim Drake

Have some angst head cannons

Anxious! Tim Drake who assumes that if anyone is upset near him, it’s his fault

Anxious! Tim Drake who hides in his room when his family is arguing, and stares at the wall, trying to make out what is being said a few doors down

Anxious! Tim Drake who dissociates whenever he is in trouble

Anxious! Tim Drake who gets aggravated the first time Dick tries to help him through a panic attack

“I said I’m fine”

“Tim I can see that you aren’t fine, and that’s okay. Please talk to me, tell me what’s going on. Let me help-”

“I said I’m fine!”

Anxious! Tim Drake who feels bad about shoving people away who are just trying to help him. But he doesn’t need help. They’re only pitying him anyway. They don’t actually care.

Anxious! Tim Drake who bounces his knee, taps his fingertips together, or twirls a pen to help get some of his anxieties out

Anxious! Tim Drake who absolutely breaks down on the floor in the bathroom when a mission went wrong. It was his fault. He didn’t do enough. He should have done more. He needs to prove himself. He needs to do better.

Anxious! Tim Drake who is up all night because his mind won’t shut up, going over every tiny little detail of the day and what he could have done differently. He’s such a failure. He doesn’t deserve to be part of this family. He needs to be better. They’re probably still upset about that thing from three years ago. Oh god why did he sound so silly talking to Bernard last week? Why didn’t he offer to help Damian with his homework is he a bad brother? Oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god.

Anxious! Tim Drake who finally accepts help from Jason. Jay links Tim up with his therapist. Therapy sucks but Jason was right, it’s helping

Anxious! Tim Drake who learns to journal. Writing down what he think he did wrong and then writing why it was okay underneath that. He feels so silly when he does this, but it helps

Anxious! Tim Drake who gets a little better every day. It will take time. Healing isn’t linear. But he isn’t a failure. He is doing the best that he can. And that’s enough.

[cyberrose2001]

Hi, hope you’re having a good day!

Could I request a masc human!reader x tfp!ratchet where the reader is a classical musician. I could definitely see it help him calm down, and having a human who doesn’t talk all the time would be a welcome breath of fresh air for him.

TFP Ratchet x Masc Human Musician! Reader

Hi! Thanks for the request! Reader uses He/Him pronouns, can be read as platonic or romantic

thanks to @uselessmacrowave for helpin me out <3

Warnings: None, SFW

Word count: (will update soon)

Ratchet’s optics felt heavy, straining against the glow of the bright blue data pad. He glances at the time on the pad and sighs in frustration. He’d tried a couple of different ways to lull himself to sleep. One was a soothing and warm energon mix, light orange in colour, and gave a gentle glow to the darkened room while he sipped on it. But it was starting to cool off; he’d left it on the table too long.

He tosses the data pad next to him and stretches, old creaky joints moaning as he does so. Standing up, he takes the mug and swishes what’s left of the energon mix. Its glow has dulled, way past its primetime, and he can’t help but compare himself to a dull cup of energon.

He can’t help being old and irritable. It’s just part of aging, he thinks. Or that’s what he tells himself to justify his cold nature. He doesn’t mean to be, though; sometimes, he wants peace and quiet. Away from the war, away from his work and away from the bickering humans.

Most of the humans, at least.

He wanders off to the makeshift ‘kitchen’ area of the base, close enough to the main area so he can sneak off and concoct his energon mixes. He dumps the remainder of his cold drink and goes to pour himself another when he hears the gentle, long-winded notes of an instrument, causing his audial receptors to tune in. Ratchet hadn’t heard anything like this before, and it had a soothing, methodical flow to it, much different to music on Cybertron.

“What on Earth?” Ratchet questions to himself, glancing over his shoulder to find the source behind him. It sounds so close it may as well be, or maybe Ratchet is so sleep-deprived that he's finally at the audial hallucination stage. Probably not, but for his mental clarity he better check just to be sure. He finishes pouring his elixir and quietly treaded to the central part of the base. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting to find around the corner, but what he finds is somewhat pathetic but endearing.

Alone on the platform of the many catwalks was his human, one of the less irritable ones Ratchet was assigned. He’s seated on an old chair that looks like it could collapse under him at any moment, complimented greatly by an equally more dusty piano with the dust half hazard wiped from it. It’s not elegant, that’s for sure.

But there's something so charming and different about this music. Usually, when the kids play instruments, Ratchet is the first to book it out of there; the ‘fine art’ they 'perform' is worse than the ear-splitting grinding of a starved scraplet. But this time, he walks closer as if his pedes have become part of a flowing river. The sound isn’t overbearing, and the notes are light and gentle; it’s as if his human is playing as delicately as possible not to wake anyone up.

Ratchet creeps closer, standing just outside of his humans field of vision, “What are you-”

“GAHH!” Y/n jumps out of his skin, causing him to slam on the keys and nearly fall off the chair. Ratchet flinches but keeps his composure, managing not to spill his drink.

The human places a hand over his heart and whips his head around, sighing in relief as he realises its his guardian, "Jesus, you should come with a bell."

“My apologies,” Ratchet murmurs, pausing momentarily, “I was curious where that noise was coming from.”

Y/n looks towards his guardian with worry, knowing how horrible his sleep schedule is, “I didn’t wake you, did I?” He whispers.

“No, no,” Ratchet sighs, placing his still full cup on a nearby bench, “I’ve been awake for… quite sometime now. Don't concern yourself with me," The bot leans against the railing, "The question is, what are you doing awake?”

Y/n glances at his phone, two-thirty am. He should be asleep but can’t convince himself to crawl into bed. The deafness of the night is too enticing, “I like the quiet.”

Ratchet nods in all-too-familiar understanding, grazing his optics back to the old piano, “I see… so what’s this then? It’s certainly more quiet than the ones I see Miko playing.”

“It’s a piano,” Y/n smudges the dust off one of the keys before wiping it on his jeans, “And it can be quiet or loud, depending on how you play it.”

Ratchet hums, shifting on his pedes slightly to lean against the railings, “Interesting, you never mentioned being a… musician, if that's what you call it.”

“I don’t like the attention it brings me, but I found this piano in one of the old storage closets and dragged it out… couldn’t help myself.” Y/n titters and positions his fingers over the keys, “You wanna listen? I mean, if you’re not busy, that is…”

“I suppose, if you don't mind an audience this time.” Ratchet casually says, making himself more comfortable against the catwalk, again ignoring his energon drink, "Show me your secret talent, kid."

The first light chords drift through the deafening silence of the room like a soft breeze. Ratchet observes his human, eyes closed and focused. How his hands float over the keys mesmerises Ratchet and reminds him of a well-trained pair of servos similar to his own.

"Sounds...nice..." Ratchet blinks his optics slowly, stifling a yawn. He should probably sit down, but his aching joints say otherwise.

Before long, he feels his optics becoming more and more heavy. The sweet song beckons him to stasis, but he stays put, his hefty frame rocking slightly. The gentleness of this new music is how Ratchet imagines what a warm hug would feel like or that first sip of energon mix after a long day.

Y/n pauses on a long chord to look at his guardian. He’s fallen asleep against the rail, arms folded with his chin tucked to his chest, and Y/n can’t help but smile at the rare sight. Ratchet rarely gets to rest, but managing to put him to sleep is another secret talent he can tick off the list.

[sleepyfan-blog]

Tracks

Author’s Note: This is the next fic in Joth’s Adventures in the husbandry AU! First. Previous. Next

Tagged: @egrets-not-regrets @kit-williams @bleedingichorhearts @the-pure-angel @whorety-k 

@gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan

Warnings: panic attack, destructive behaviors, poor coping mechanisms

Summary: Joth is patrolling your territory and comes across something concerning. 

Joth was dutifully patrolling the boundaries of his Foster Human’s territory. Half Of your territory was devoted to farming several different kinds of livestock. Two different kinds of birds that produced eggs. The smaller of the two birds made amusing sounds and liked grains.the larger were water-birds that hissed and honked and bit rudely. Not that their beaks could bite through his skin. There were several four-legged beasts that liked to climb things and charged at each other using their stubby horns for dominance, the females of which you and he milked. 

Joth really liked larger, wooly animals that were sheared twice yearly for their thick coats which were then spun into thread to be used in fiber crafts. These fluffy, if dim-witted herd animals were delightful to cuddle and activated his long thought-dead protective instincts. The female fluffy beasts - whose names in your native tongue were fun to say - also produced milk, though it tasted different.

The other half of your outdoors territory was wild, untamed forest, through which other sorts of wildlife lived and moved through. He had seen tracks of decently sized cervidae, along with the tell-tale nibbled-off ends of new-growth on the needle-leaves on some of the trees that grew here. He had occasionally heard the howl of wild canids in the distance and howled back with both of his mouths, to chase off those predators before they dared to try and face him.

Lately he had seen more of the wild canid tracks. From what Joth could deduce, they moved in a pack of no more than fifteen, and no less than five. They had started to come closer to where your livestock were being kept, which Joth did not like.

He froze, crouching down as he brushed aside some of the newly fallen leaves. Barefoot tracks made by something with human-shaped feet but were too big to be baseline humans were walking alongside these… Perhaps not? Wild pack of canids. But that made the fact that they were intruding on your territory - and even straying close to your fenced in territory even more concerning. 

A low, worried growl vibrated through his chest as Joth sprinted back to your home. He counted each of your animals twice, rumbling wordlessly to your guard canids and whistling to them one of the guarding commands you'd taught him to give to them as he did so. The World Eater began frantically looking for you. 

At first, he was careful to put the rooms back into the beat and orderly fashion you preferred them into, but as his worry and concern for you rose, his ability to think at all diminished as the adrenaline kicked The Nails from am annoying background presence that he could tolerate and ignore, to an all-consuming howling madness that robbed him of his sense.

The Khornate World Eater continued to run around your homestead in a raging panic, clawing apart anything that could possibly hide you from his keen eyes and sharp nose. Joth could not say for how long he did this, eventually leaving your home and searching your property to you, low whines of distress leaving him as he kept not finding you.

Where did you go? How had he not realized that there was a pack of Corpse-worshipping bastard Space Wolves hunting wherever they pleased? Had they taken you away for Khorne knew what reason? Were you hurt, trapped, alone? Hoping that he would realize that something had gone terribly wrong? 

He followed your faint but lovely scent trail to where you kept that noisy Combustion vehicle that you drove to get places when you wouldn't let him carry you to wherever it was you needed to go. Joth could run as fast as that noisy vehicle while safely carrying you and whatever it was you desired. He had proved that he could, and you always seemed so amused and happy when he did it. 

Joth couldn't remember where you said you were going. Did you tell him? Or had he been absent-mindedly wandering when you had gone away? The Nails pulsed pure hatred and agonizing pain through his mind and he desperately tried not to claw at them, knowing that you worried when he did it. 

The wind suddenly changed direction, carrying with it the scent of a Combustion engine and the distinctive rumbling of your nosy vehicle. His head snapped in that direction and Joth sprinted toward the scent and sound, skidding to a halt on your gravel driveway as the vehicle slowed to a halt.

You exited the vehicle. Whole and healthy and confused. “Joth?” You call out, noting his quick, shallow breaths and wide eyes.

“Dearheart!” Joth managed out as he fell to his knees before you. He dragged you up into a hug, burying his face in your hair as he took a deep breath in and slowly let it out again.

You could feel the way he was trembling as he held you. You reach up and hug him back as much as your shorter arms would allow, humming wordlessly for a couple of moments before asking “What’s upset you so, Joth? I told you that I was going to the store to pick up a couple of things I needed to repair the leak in the barn roof this morning. You verbally acknowledged what I said, but did you forget?"

Joth does not respond for several long moments as he holds you close, his warm breath tickling your head. Eventually he responds "I... I had forgotten in my panic. There are tracks of a hunting pack of Space Wolves in the wild part of your territory and I... I panicked, especially as their tracks went close to one part of your fence. I thought they were just a regular pack of wolves, but then I found astartes sized footprints alongside the wolves, and only the Sons of Fenris run with wolves like that. Had I been able to calm myself, I probably would have remembered that, but..."

"Did you try some of the coping strategies that I've been teaching you?" You ask, voice gentle. You're aware that the Butcher's Nails driven into Joth's skull amplified and exacerbated his negative emotions, in addition to causing him a tremendous amount of physical pain once triggered. Those were some of the reasons why you were hoping that he would agree to get the damned things out of him. The success rates for removing The Nails from World Eaters was fairly high, though there were often secondary complications, especially for World Eaters like Joth, who had were Chaos Marines and had been for some time. 

"I..." He let go of you, hanging his head, a low whine leaving him, his tail curled around one of his legs. "No I did not. I listened to my emotions and allowed The Nails to drive my actions. I've.... I've made a terrible mess of your home, as I ripped it apart searching for you. At... At first I'd been careful in looking for you but... But when my emotions got the better of me I became destructive. I apologize and I... I will do my best to fix the mess and damage." He was cowering before you, and wouldn't look you in the eye.

While you weren't thrilled by the absolute mess that he had fessed up to making - between you and him it was likely going to take weeks before your house was in good repair again - the fact that he acknowledged what went wrong was progress! You also kept in mind the mention of Space Wolves in the area. "Thank you for telling me what happened, Joth. We'll continue working on those coping strategies, yes? And I'll speak to some of my fellow Fosters, oen of them might know something about the Space Wolves in the area. They tend to be fairly migratory, and hopefully they will leave just as soon as they arrived."

"I... I suppose. But they probably will try to challenge me, if they know that I am here." Joth murmured quietly "Even if they have been on Ancient Terra for some time. It is in their nature to be boisterous busy bodies, and the fact that they are in your territory means that they aren't respecting the agreements made between the corpse-worshippers and the larger warbands... If they even know that such things exist" It's possible that there is one or more feral space wolves running around with wild terran canids near your territory without any understanding of where and when they were. 

Oh no. 

He's going to have to suggest something... Reasonable, by the standards of corpse worshippers. A tired half-snarl briefly flits across his face. 

"We... Should inform the Loyalist base of the intrusive space wolves and... Mnrrrrr let... Them... handle them." Joth growled out unhappily. He was going to... Have to talk to... Ultramarines but it would be worth it if the stuffy blue and gold bastards could get the Wolves to fuck off of private land, as they were supposed to obey the laws of the land that they were in, provided that they weren't stupid, or meant to oppress the mortals who lived there. 

You still for a couple of moments, processing just what Joth had said. You hadn't realized that he'd come so far in learning that he could reach out to the loyalist astartes with an issue that he found and that they would work with him, rather than laughing in his face, or trying to drive him away by coming to them and asking for help. You beam up at him, so proud as you close the distance between you and Joth, hugging the grumbly World Eater tightly "I can call the captain on duty, if you like. Do you want me to be with you, when you tell and show them what you've found?"

Joth nodded "Yes please. Your presence keeps me grounded in ways that I am fairly sure that I will need when talking to those paper-pushing bastards." He... Didn't quite trust himself not to start a fight with the whiny bastards if they were alone together.

You beam up at him and stand up on your tiptoes, giving him a light kiss on the cheek "Thank you, Joth. We've got a mess to clean up with, and Ultramarines to call, but I'm glad that you're getting better about understanding where your limits and what your needs are.... And that you're able to verbalize them as well."

Joth shuffled his feet a little, and ducked his head, not looking at you. But you could see the way that his tail was slowly starting to wag. "... If miracles are real, you are one of them. A precious, wondrous miracle. Is there anything that you'd like me to retrieve from this vehicle for you? Or will I begin putting the house in the order you like it to be."

"I didn't buy anything bulky or heavy, but your company back to the house would be lovely, Joth. Thank you." You hum, smiling up at the large World Eater, gently patting one of his arms gently. While fostering Chaos Marines came with its share of dangers and pitfalls, many of them just needed patience, time and the ability to be in a place of safety, to begin to heal from the untold decades of trauma and misery that each had been drowning in. You knew that they could be dangerous... But only if provoked or cornered. 

Joth nodded obediently, ducking his head a little again, trotting behind you as you made your way up to your home. 

Considering the heavily distressed state that he'd been in when you'd first arrived, your home wasn't nearly as much of a disaster zone as you'd been worried it might be. You'd Fostered enough Chaos Marines to know that a good number of them went through a period of time once you'd proven to be trustworthy where they were afflicted with separation anxiety - especially if they didn't have contact with other Chaos Marines to keep them company when you were away from them.

[dukeofthomas]

Not "Robin Jason was just an angry, violent, aggressive brat", not "Robin Jason was a perfect, innocent, complete sunshine child" but a secret third thing (Robin Jason was a child who'd suffered abuse and trauma his whole life and never got the proper tools to heal from it; he was happy and silly, and he got angry and could be difficult)