#trauma implied

[young-prince-firefly]

"So what if I die, it's not like anyone would care!"

"I would!"

"Like hell you would! You've done nothing but make my life horrible! In fact... you're the reason I can't stand myself, and why I can't live any longer! So don't you dare say you would care..."

^^^^

Kaeya and Diluc

[odball]

I want to have sex I want to trust someone enough for that but anytime I get close to it I panic cause I don't want them to remind me of what happened to me I don't want to mix them up in my mind with my past :(

[linecoveredinjellyfish]

normalize sexualizing that old woman without having mommy issues. maybe i don't want to be her pet because i'm traumatized. maybe i want to be her pet because she's hot. you ever think of that.

[the-forestry-system]

I wonder if when you look in our eyes you see me. I wonder if you remember the despicable things you did. the unspeakable things you put me through. you don't though do you? you don't see that. you don't see a broken person who took it all and was torn apart piece by piece. you just see the mask of a smiling face and pleasant words because there's no point in telling you what you did. because you know. you just feel no guilt.

[obae-me]

I like to imagine an MC with ~Trauma~ (because same) that is just completely oblivious to how much all the other characters will back-flip and change entire habits for them. Like, I'm envisioning:

MC is just casually hanging out like usual when some of the brothers break out fighting in the house...like usual, and the shouting and sounds of things breaking causes them to tear up and panic a bit. Although they don't really notice that for the next month, none of them get into fights and when they start to do so, they end up taking it outside.

Or maybe MC avoiding the angels for a good while and no one can figure out why till they mention that they're not used to people treating them like that and it's very unnatural. "At least being around demons feels more normal." And none of the characters take this well. Even Diavolo has to sit down and stare at a wall for a while and reevaluate his whole outlook on things. Simeon tries sounding a bit more "rough" for a while and it flops terribly.

Or even:

MC: Oh, there you guys are, I was wondering where some of you went.

*A few of the brothers lift their head as the human enters the living room.*

MC: Is there something going on? Why are you all here?

Mammon: Sittin' here watchin' the races.

Satan: Reading.

Lucifer: Taking the time to catch up on old Devildom infrastructure.

Levi: Playing the newest Hell Souls!

MC: *A bit confused.* So you're all doing your own thing...in the living room?

Satan: That's typically what the living room is for.

MC: But...doesn't that make you uncomfortable?

*All of them realize they've never really seen MC come out of their room unless invited otherwise.*

Lucifer: *Physically vibrating in his seat trying to hold back the "Take Them Under Your Wing" urge he's started to experience at least once a week now.*

I just...listen I know they're demons but they comfort they would bring...

[the-beastlands-craze]

i mourn the person i never got to be

[knightofleo]

Angela Orosco Silent Hill 2

[violenteconomics]

twst first-years that unconsciously pick up their upperclassmen's toxic character traits.

ace starts to act more temperamental and confrontational whenever something happens outside of his control. he's more anxious than anything, but it comes out in the form of sharp words.

(after so many overblots and life-threatening situations, he feels as if he could maybe put a stop to it if he had just a bit more control over other people.)

deuce lets other people mistreat him and order him around without putting up a fuss. he hates conflict and arguments more than anything, and is willing to do anything to keep things calm for a few more minutes. on the flip-side, he's not afraid to beat someone into submission if he has to, even if they're not wronging him on purpose.

(that's how trey and cater did it. riddle didn't overblot back when it was just the three of them, so clearly, things would've continued to be just fine if ace and deuce hadn't set them off, if they'd just been more like their juniors--)

whenever jack helps someone out, he starts expecting things in return, and the same logic applies whenever someone helps him out. it can never be a genuine thing. he's always standing with bated breath, waiting until the moment somebody tries to get leverage over him, or until he needs to cash in a favor.

(leona and ruggie are never genuine-- with themselves, with each other, or with him. with them, there's always, always a catch.)

epel starts getting really snide and sarcastic whenever someone doesn't meet up to his standards or says anything he disagrees with. but vil doesn't believe anybody who complains about it to him, because epel acts perfectly normal otherwise.

(why should epel be the only one targeted? why shouldn't other people feel that shame? why does he have to cater to other people? why can't people ever try to please him?)

ortho, who begins to think the worst of people all the time, even before ever meeting them. you have to do quite a lot to convince him that you mean well, and you better do it fast, or he might actually laser you for saying the wrong thing.

(people in this school are so mean sometimes. they don't try to understand idia. they don't try to understand him. even idia doesn't understand him, sometimes. awful, awful, it's all so awful.)

sebek becomes intensely vengeful over anybody who wrongs him, with his payback ranging from harmless things, like putting a frog in someone's bag, to dangerous endeavors, like setting someone's broom on fire mid-air.

(lilia lied. silver cried in his arms. if even malleus can do his most loyal companions wrong, anyone can. it's only fair that he gets a bit even every now and then. they deserve it, all of them.)

yuu is so disinterested in anything that's going on. they'll pretend to help, only to leave or disassociate or make excuses after excuses or just flat-out turn out to be completely unhelpful, with almost no attempt to prove the contrary.

(so many pretenders in this school. nobody's ever helped them out, so why shouldn't they return the favor?)

it's generational trauma that continues to be perpetuated throughout the years at night raven college, that's what i'm getting at.

[perdamian]

hey guys… we all know that it’s okay for mithrun to have a caretaker for the rest of his life, right? that even after he heals and potentially regains his desires he will probably still need support?? that the goal of healing is not to become a “normal person”, but to build skills to navigate the world in a way that accommodates your disability??? that relying on the people around you is not a failure, but proof of your desire to live????

[bunnieswithknives]

AU based off Nature except I kept thinking about it too hard. Dales not a good dad, but its such an easy problem for him to throw money at, and what do you do when a part is damaged? Well, you replace it.

Basically an AU where Dev gets to experience medical trauma and realizes much sooner how much his dad doesn't love him

[fleshoffleshboneofmybone]

a lovesick child weeps against the arch of a mother's breast the heart that beats "save me daughter"

[dangans-ur-ronpas]

normal day at the future foundation

[just-an-enby-lemon]

Batman: Crime is abnormaly quiet today, one more round and we should go home, chum.

Robin (Jason): A-Okay. I may even have time to read a bit before going to bed.

Batman: I'll think about it.

Robin: We could go to Bat Burguer! Di-Nightwing said they have an amazing chocolate milkshake.

Batman: I don't know, Robin...

Robin: I'm sure they have banana milkshake as well or something fruity.

Batman: Hm

Robin: I knew it!

Batman: Hm??

Robin: You are a fruit bat.

Batman: what?

Robin: I was reading a book about animals and they say that of the 1200 known species of bats only three are vampire bats. You are too normal to be a vampire bat. Also vampire bats are smaller and you are very big and vampire bats move solo and while you like to prented to be moody and lonley you have me, Agent A, Batgirl and Nightwing and that just in Gotham. So you are a fruit bat. And you love fruity things.

Batman: *smilling* I suppose.

Robin: And that means we are going to drink the milkshakes because you can't refuse fruit things!

Batman: Because I'm a fruit bat.

Robin: Yeah!!

----- [somewhere in the future] ----

Robin (Damain): I'm the son of Batman, I'll drink your blood, Hood.

Red Hood: Nah, B's totally a fruit bat and as the "blood son" that just means you like banana milkshake, sorry demon brat.

Batman: *in the background, accidentaly listens* *happy hm*

[neonghozt]

My first time drawing man mammaries

[bizabumblebee]

Based on a recent dorm experience I had LMAO

This was supposed to be a shitpost sketch and then I just… went off??? For some reason??? And spent 16 HOURS on it??? This is what happens when you use art to procrastinate smh.

Bonus (Not based on real events):

Original w/o text

[bittenmoths]

it's  been  a  long  time  since  his  concern's  mixed  with  rage;  since  anger's  sparked  at  all  his  wires,  suddenly  alight  again  after  years  of  outage.  he  feels  lightning  -  struck;  hyper  -  focused.  scared,  if  only  for  selin.  it  doesn't  look  terrible,  her  features  -  they  never  do,  but  her  eye  will  be  fine.  there's  no  gashes,  no  cuts  -  an  immediate  bump,  and  swelling  -  but  there's  no  blood.  his  stomach  doesn't  lurch  forward;  but  slowly  creeps  upwards.  he's  not  sure  if  his  heart's  dropped  down  to  meet  it  -  but  the  entirety  of  him  feels  beating;  feels  alive.  he  can  do  this  -  he  can  help  selin,  get  her  ice;  hands  barely  registering  the  cold  as  the  bartender  hands  it  to  him,  wrapped  in  a  cloth  that's  -  hopefully  -  clean.  he  can  help  her,  in  however  small  a  moment  this  may  be  -  he  can  help  someone.  "a  normal  amount,  huh?"  his  voice  is  lighter,  now,  a  smile  threatening  to  break  through  despite  the  chaos  a  moment  before;  soft  as  he  talks  to  her.  "no,  it  doesn't  look  bad  -  you'll  be  fine,  sel.  here  -"  rafael  lifts  the  rag  -  wrapped  ice,  hand  lingering  before  he  presses  it,  gentle,  to  her  cheekbone,  "-  let  me  do  it.  you're  just  going  to  need  -  ice,  some  pain  relief.  it'll  bruise  -  but  you'll  be  fine."

there's  always  the  smell  of  burning  gasoline  that  lingers  at  the  back  of  his  mind;  a  phantom  sensation  from  a  phantom  limb  on  a  phantom  person  -  now  it's  spilled  beer,  stale  and  rotting,  clinging  to  him,  so  very  alive.  his  top  is  stained  with  it;  a  mess  made  in  the  commotion.  it's  uncomfortable  -  but  he's  as  whole  as  he  can  get,  as  solid  as  he  believes  himself  to  be.  "selin  -  please,"  part  amusement,  part  concern,  again  -  the  corner  of  his  mouth  twitches  up  as  his  free  hand  encases  one  of  hers,  bringing  it  back  down  to  level.  his  gaze  doesn't  leave  hers  -  an  attempt  to  keep  her  grounded,  from  panicking  further.  "i'm  fine  -  look,  see?  i'm  all  in  one  piece."  an  offbeat,  "i  don't  get  hurt  so  easy."  sometimes  he  wished  he  could;  but  that's  another  thought  for  another  time  -  when  he's  alone  in  the  dark  once  again.  when  he  stares  up  at  the  same  ceiling  he's  stared  at  for  years  now,  and  wonder  why.  for  now  -  his  attention  only  lingers  on  selin,  adjusting  the  ice's  placement  on  her  features  -  traveling  up  her  temple.  "i'm  fine,"  he  repeats  -  if  only  to  reassure  her  one  more  time,  "is  taylan  around?  do  you  want  me  to  -  call  him?  we  can  get  him  over  here,  get  you  home  -  who  did  you  come  with?"

she'd broken her wrist once , a little over ten years ago . fourteen years old and still the fearlessness of childhood hadn't fully vanished , remnants of the girl who used to run head first after her twin and return home with scraped knees and leaves in her curls still lingering . selin remembered lying on the ground , her friends peering down at her in concern from the very chain - link fence she'd been trying to jump that day . she remembered pain , but she remembered laughing too , feeling so very human and alive . — where had that bravery gone ? sometimes it felt like she wasn't solid anymore , like the sureness of her had been smoothed down over the years by her parents and her fears alike into something malleable ; a piece of clay molded into a shape she no longer recognized . — and when had she stopped feeling so alive ? was it when she saw the future she'd always imagined for herself dashed into tiny , unsalvageable pieces ? was it when taylan moved away ? or perhaps it was the awareness of other people's mortality that made her start to fear her own . rafael's brother , her own brother , daniela , whoever they'd found dead on norwood street — she could pull on the familiar cloak of optimism , tell herself she'll live brighter because nothing's guaranteed , because life's too short , but it didn't erase the fear . it didn't erase the feeling something horrible could be behind every moment she spent laughing and loving , and how there wasn't a single thing she could do to stop it . it doesn't register that rafael had been talking to her , nor that he'd moved her away towards relative safety , just that one minute she can feel the pull of the crowd , and the next it's the side of the jukebox brushing up against her back . when he grabs her wrists it's enough to pull her out of her daze , and she lets him move them out of the way , lifting her face to meet his gaze . stunned tears are blinked away in quick succession , and she feels the need to apologize , embarrassed because she was fine . she thinks of her brother , the way he's never shied away from a fight . she thinks of june , how more often than not they sport scrapes and bruises . both of them , unafraid in all the ways she'd forgotten to be . " it hurts a normal amount , i think . " more blinks , because what did she know ? selin had never been hit in the face . there's no eloquence to describe the stinging in more detail , intoxication still muddling her brain , even despite the pump of adrenaline working its way through her system . " does it look really bad ? " the question comes out sounding small , like it was coming from the mouth of a child , or like someone desperately searching another's features for any inch of comfort , the way she found herself doing now . her hands almost come up to touch her face again before she drops them , and they hover hesitantly between them , another thought dawning , building a new rise of panic . " — did you get hurt ? are you okay ? " hands find their target against his own face , feeling for phantom wounds she could have missed .