#tag: trauma

[lahficclub]

The Task of Us

Link for the fic: The Task of Us

Author: Illuminescence

Relationship: Greg Davies/Alex Horne

Additional tags:

Sam Campbell (Australian Comedians RPF)

Jimmy Carr

Alternate Universe - The Last of Us Setting

The Last of Us - Freeform

Alternate Universe - Zombie Apocalypse

Zombies

Body Horror

Horror

Survival Horror

Character Death

Kidnapping

Torture

Injury

Strangulation

Loss of Identity

Locked-In Syndrome like

Suspense

Hurt/Comfort

Angst and Hurt/Comfort

Angst with a Happy Ending

Bittersweet Ending

Bad Jokes

Grief/Mourning

Trauma

Crying

Implied Tragedy

Bathing/Washing

Tending to Wounds

Dom/sub

Gentle Dom

Breathing

Oral Sex

Aloe Vera as Lube

Counting

Intercrural Sex

Tenderness

Song: 1812 Overture (Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky)

Rated For Violence

Rated for smut

Cordyceps Fungus (The Last of Us)

Prompt:

The Last of Us Prompt: (This is niche as hell so if you haven't seen the show, any zombie/apocalypse thing will be fine!) Anything set post-apocalypse where Greg comforts Alex, again preferably kink, maybe gentle but firm dom Greg? And if you'd prefer to leave sex out of it, that's 100% fine, but something post-apocalypse and stress relief!

Summary:

It's four years after the world ended. A horrific fungal parasite swept the planet, turning anyone infected into a mindless, murderous, monster - and the survivors do what they can to keep living. Greg and Alex have turned the Taskmaster House into their refuge, but when a request for help comes through the radio, they head out to the nearby abandoned National Archives building - and what starts as a beautiful, if lonely and overgrown, summer's day turns into Greg's worst possible nightmare.

Face to what-was-once-face, the thing – the almost-human – cricks its neck, tilts its face, the click-click-click of its sounds feeling out the shape of Alex’s gas-masked head. Then, tendrils. Like white smoke rising from a deadly fire, a slow, branching cloud of them slithers through the still air. Closer and closer to Alex – towards the bare skin of his neck, the open shell of his ears, the red-and-sweating edge of his hairline where the black rubber ends. Greg would scream.

[excelsiorfics]

Depersonalized

Date: Jan 10, 2024 Author: lovecatsys (The Lovecat System) Rating: Mature Word Count/Status: 2,089, complete Dynamic: Akihiro & Laura Kinney Characters: Akihiro, Laura Kinney Tags: Sibling Dynamics, Self-Harm, Dissociation, Trauma

Summary: She could smell the blood the moment she set foot in the building.

[evidently-endless]

i think we should remind musicians they can absolutely make up little stories for their songs btw. it doesn’t have to be about them at all. you can invent a guy and put him in situations to music. time honoured tradition in fact.

[cloud-ya]

outcast of the village

[phanfuckingtasmal]

im sorry but i cannot stop thinking about isha's pastel memories that play during her sacrifice scene.

look at how full of colour this beautiful fuckin shot is:

it's been well established in episodes 4-6 how grim and dark the undercity has become under cait and ambessa's new rule. but look at how isha sees/remembers it - because of jinx.

jinx, who went through a severe childhood trauma that has carried over into her present self - she covers extremely destructive weapons and grenades in bright pinks and blues, neons, childlike doodles, graffiti. (joy and destruction, powder and jinx, a contrast so striking it becomes like a signature for her).

and then we see the world through isha's eyes. when we meet her in episode 2, she's running through sewers, from goons dressed in black; it's grimy and grim. and then all of her recent memories are done in these childlike pastel, almost crayon-y sketches. because what isha saw was jinx covering a dark and grim world in colours.

and so isha covered her world in colour, too.

because jinx made her world bright.

isha looked at jinx and saw the child in her. she saw powder and she saw jinx. she saw joy and destruction. and that's why jinx gave isha so much hope. isha knew the world was grim and dark - but then she watched jinx, and she learned that you can paint over all that grim darkness with neon blue spray paint.

that's why isha believed in hope. that's why in her final moments - in a scene that is lit dimly and dramatically - she sees nothing but a bright world coloured in pastels.

never underestimate the hope of a child.

[misscammiedawn]

Just read The Strange Case of Harley and Harleen and my god I needed a little bit of positive plurality in my life this week.

The way Pam and Harl's relationship adapts to accept the Harley/Harleen split makes my heart swell.

The way Pam sees the difference between her girlfriends.

And assures her that she accepts and loves all sides of her.

And does what she can to accommodate Harleen's memory holes.

The core relationship of this book is just so sweet and positive in accepting things as they are without judgment or pushing. Just acceptance and love.

And after finding that in our own life, I know what a powerfully positive thing it can be.

But the Harley/Harleen relationship is well handled too. There's friction and denial at the start but the two develop and trust one another by the end and Harley takes a seat as my favorite kind of character, the morally ambiguous protector.

I love the way Harley's protectiveness of Harleen is depicted and how she tries so hard to keep her from interacting with the criminal underworld of Gotham.

It's just saccharine and kind.

Highly recommend the book to anyone who just wants soft and kind plurality vibes. Heaven knows the majority of the fiction involving split personalities are flooded with angst and darkness and though this book contains a few dark plot beats like DV it never feels painful or sorrow inducing.

I'm so happy I read it.

[trinketstar]

Isekai

[anna-scribbles]

emma dupain cheng on the brain😽🎀

more:

[leo-artista]

they eepy

[brainrotcharacters]

the easy grip on the knife. the leg over the seat. the hand over the other seat. the sassy "come get it" move. you know the bitch is smiling behind that mask even as he said the line.

[borderlinejackiee]

[cupcakeshakesnake]

It took me too long to realize that not all the world is my enemy

[ID: A comic done mostly in black and white. A hound with a broken chain around its neck flees a cage and runs into two reaching hands. The hound bites one hand, drawing blood. Narration says, "When I fled my cage / I bit the hands that took me in / Because the only hand I'd ever known / was a bad one."

The hands, now with fresh bite marks, still reach out gently to the hound. ""We're not him." they said / and I knew what they meant / but I didn't understand."

Floating in white space: "Now I understand / but the damage is done."

A person enters a door, rolling a suitcase, saying "Hi" to two people on a couch, who look up from their newspapers and phones to say "Hey" and "Hi" back. The shadow of the person who entered the room stretches out before them-- a hound's, not a person's. Narration: "I'm so sorry / I couldn't help it / I couldn't help myself."

We see the hands of the people on the couch. Both have faded bite marks on them. "I was so blind, I forgot / that not all hands are made of iron." End ID]

(ID by @princess-of-purple-prose)

[excelsiorfics]

Darkness

Date: 01 Jun 2006 Author: Marie_Nomad Rating: Teen Word Count/Status: 2,204, complete Dynamic: Scott Summers & Logan Howlett Characters: Scott Summers, Logan Howlett Tags: Mental Health Issues, Trauma

Summary: In the aftermath of New X-Men #140, Logan tracks down a missing Scott Summers and his stolen motorcycle, only to discover him grappling with more than just the weight of leadership. With tensions running high and Scott's mental state teetering on the edge, Logan makes a decision: it's time to intervene.

[starlightshore]

you keep telling yourself that, buddy.

[trans-androgyne]

“Women and non-binary people” stop. Do you mean people with marginalized genders? Do you mean gender-oppressed people? Then say that. Stop refusing to recognize the very much gendered oppression of other trans people. There’s not some chasm of difference between how our oppressors treat a very masc non-binary person and a more binary trans man. I’m also non-binary and very much oppressed for my gender but because I’m transmasculine I could never feel comfortable in a space that marketed itself like that. Tell me what the real harm is of letting gender-oppressed mascs into spaces discussing gender oppression is. Because the consequence of not doing so is denying them space for their experiences just because of their gender identity. Do better.

[edible-emerald]

saw this on pinterest and thought it might be something traumagenic systems who struggle with thinking their trauma isn't enough need to see