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TW: (trigger (eg. fatphobia) - the user is being (trigger - adjective form (eg. fatphobic) //OR// TW: mentions of (trigger) (this is not a real confession, only an example)
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He sometimes has a wish.
A wish he has wanted since the day the plan came into motion. Old, burdened and seeking relief from the job he was tasked to do by the Ironworks of the future, he wishes of nothing but the sweet release of death. His body aches sometimes when he barely moves about, and he finds himself drifting off more often than not. And when it comes time for the Warrior to go home, he forces a smile onto his face and calls for his self on the Source to stop sleeping.
But sometimes he finds himself wandering off from the Crystarium, from the tower. He looks to the lake and wonders how it would feel to drown. Sometimes wonders how it would feel to fall from a height and die. These thoughts, he never vocalizes... but it’s apparent that he has no reason to live anymore.
He lost that reason the moment the Warrior left for the Source.
The Exarch finds himself in the Ocular, sitting near the portal to the Source, and talking to it as if the portal could talk back. As if the Warrior could hear him. He lets the Warrior know that he’s... been having some thoughts since they left, but receives no response. It’s better this way, he thinks. Better that no one knew of his idiocy.
But when the Warrior arrives a couple days later, they come to the Ocular and scoop him up. He doesn’t fight, only makes an embarrassing squeaking sound, and is whisked away to the Warrior’s room in the Pendants. It’s there that the Warrior... dotes on him? Makes sure he’s eating, bundles him in blankets and sits next to him.
But isn’t he a burden?
He finds himself crying, undeserving of such kindness after all he’s done to hurt them... to deceive them. He finds himself unable to do anything but feel guilt over everything that he’s done.
“I don’t deserve this...”
And to him, this was more than he could take.
#¹⁰⁰⁰ ʷᵒʳᵈˢ ᶜᵃⁿ'ᵗ ˢʰᵒʷ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᶦˢᵗᵒʳʸ ᵒᶠ ᴬˡˡᵃᵍ | drabble#(( i'm in pain and this is what i come up with ))#(( there's triggers in here so read at your own discretion ))#trigger cw
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🔅💧👊
🔅: What’s a place that holds special meaning to them? Why?
Another thing he won’t admit, but infor!!Mashun, along with the Book Graveyard, were both places that he cherished. The Informant was in his element, with all the books he could read that contained all sorts of information concerning Dreamsend or the world that Russell came to know.
As for why he would (ever) say those choices, libraries were a safe haven for most people. It was quiet, he didn’t have to deal with his family, and he could stay until closing. Russell spent a good chunk of time there whenever he wasn’t drifting around or at Chris’ house, so it’d only make sense that The Informant, the other part of Russell, would also make his safe havens akin to a library..
👊: Have they ever been involved in a physical fight?
Has he in real life? Probably not. Despite having bullies at school, the most they’d do is just tease him or judge him because he was deemed the poor weirdo that skipped school. It never got to anything big enough to start a fight since his quiet nature would freak most schoolyard bullies into just leaving him alone.
There’s also the times he’d deal drugs with Chris, but with his best friend watching his back, Russell didn’t have to worry about getting into fights. Other than that, The Informant can’t really recall getting into a physical fight.
In the dream world, however, he’s been in one. And that was against Russell’s party back in the Book Graveyard. But again, that’s all he can recall, he never did much in the Nameless Town aside from that.
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I doubt this will get very far because I’m not a “big” blog, but here goes:
Dear conservative side of Tumblr: Please stop using “triggered” as an insult.
One, it’s not actually an insult, so it makes you look dumb.
Two, if you’re using it as an insult, you’re making fun of people with often very painful trauma, so you’re a dick.
Three, I do not think it means what you think it means. It doesn’t mean “my wittle feewings were hurt so i’m gonna cry and pout!” It has nothing to do with being a “bleeding heart liberal.” It is a very real phenomenon in which something - some visual, sound, event, etc. - causes someone to emotionally relive a traumatic event or re-enter something painful. It’s a clinical term, not a political insult. Words have precise meanings - stop diluting them.
And guess what? “Triggered” doesn’t even have to be a psychological thing. I get “triggered” more easily than I’d like - by certain shades of blue and red lights. I get horrible migraines, and they are “triggered” by exposure to these lights. I also get very mildly “triggered” when I’m driving and a bit of debris comes at me because of a car accident I had a few months back. I don’t shriek or cry, but there’s just this slight feeling of cringing away that I didn’t have before. Sometimes it happens, sometimes it doesn’t. I’m not ashamed of it, nor should I be, and nor should someone who has much more severe traumas to handle.
If you want to disagree politically, be my guest. But can we maybe, just maybe, have the human decency to not turn a legitimate medical term into an insulting shorthand?
(Waiting now for the inevitable “lol ur triggered” anons).
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I just don’t want to feel like this anymore. I just don’t want to be sad anymore. I’m not sad like this because my brother killed himself. I’m not sad like this because I’ve been raped, beaten. I’m not sad like this because my mother abused me, and I’m not sad like this because I haven’t spoken to her in 8 years either. I’m not sad like this because my father abandoned me and left me to her. I’m not sad like this because I’m alone, because I’m not, and I don’t think I ever really have been. I’m wearing my best friend’s sweater that was given to me so I won’t be cold. I have a significant other who’d die for me, still living brothers who always fight for me, and she may not have given birth to me, but I have a new mother who only wants me to be happy. But I’m still sad like this. And I don’t know why, because before the worst happened to me, I felt this feeling in my chest. 9,10,11 years old with headaches and heartaches deeper than a little kid should ever get. I have to fight this and best it by myself. I know I can pull myself up with my own strength, but I don’t know how. I just know I don’t want to let it win. Not 13,12,11 years in.
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I tr ig gered myself on purpose and im shaking hel p i do nt know what t od o
It’s okay, we’ve all been there, make sure not to hate yourself for it.
Distance yourself from the trigger and limit your access to it if you can. Distract yourself. Put full focus on something else, this can be anything; a movie, draw, friends.
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@fcrsparta started following you
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Somehow Leonidas had wandered from his blissful paradise and found his way to the level of Tartarus Prometheus was residing in. The eagle had already come and gone for the day and Prometheus was still shackled to the pillar, his abdomen open and healing.
Back and arms rubbed raw from eons and eons of punishment, wounds made and reopened over and over only to heal the next day again, concern etched on the old Titan’s features. “You shouldn’t be here, my child. You should be at peace.”
#fcrsparta#v;; so let him hurl his smoky lightning flame#body horror cw#gore cw#trigger cw#I COULDNT RESIST YOU HAVE AN UNDERWORLD VERSE FRIEND XD
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13. Are there any moments of their past they keep secret?
There’s a lot of his past he keeps secret.
His disownment, his siblings bullying him, the fact he was the reason his mother died (which is actually a part of his siblings bullying him and not actual fact, she died from illness), his self-harming habits and his tenancies to stand near waterfalls and stare at them, wondering if anyone would notice if he was washed away… or cared at all.
All of those are in the past, and he doesn’t ever want anyone to know, so he hides them to the best of his ability… which is to say, he hides them very well.
#[ headcanon ];; of crystal wishes#trigger warning#trigger cw#(( g'raha is not all sunshine and rainbows and bullying is bad guys don't do it- ))#(( cries ))#wanderlust-spirits
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also ✘
✘: Who do they detest the most? Do they typically avoid this person or antagonize them?
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He doesn’t detest the Nameless Town residents, despite the fact that they never paid him much mind. They were all just victims after all, sure, he’s miffed at Dogma forgiving him earlier but...
No one can compare to his parents.
He hated them, he absolutely despised that no good drunkard who would scream at him like a monkey. Throw bottles, punches, and kicks at him if he so much as spoke out of turn, or said the wrong thing. He’s also the one that killed Yumi, the one adult that truly, actually cared about Russell.
His mother, on the other hand, wasn’t as much as a physical hitter like his father. But..., she’d ignore him. She’d ignore the boy in favor of feeling pleasure at the hands of another man. That’s all she ever did. She was never a caring mother like she was supposed to be; Never helped him with his nightmares, never would take care of him when he was sick, and... she certainly never hugged him.
He despised them, with all of his heart.
The Informant doesn’t regret that Russell killed his own parents, and if he were given another chance...
He’d absolutely do it again, no questions ask.
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just saw your hiatus notice and wtf. going on hiatus is just an excuse not to do anything but your shitty fucking graphics and all the other useless shit you post. fuck you you fucking selfish bitch you deserve all the anon hate and "emotional turmoil" (wtf lol attention whore much) you get
I was gonna not bother with posting this, but since you sent three different versions of this to make sure I got the message of exactly how much of a useless and worthless bitch I am, here you go. I hope you’re proud of yourself for making someone feel like absolute shit. Well done. Mission accomplished.
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i’ve never so seriously contemplated ending my life like this in a long time. with the state of the country i live in going under, the problems at the job i love getting to the point i could lose my job or my relationship, and my depression getting worse and worse each day, i’m finding it hard to see any light at the end of all this dark.
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All of Prometheus’ interactions with deities go here. Classified as his main verse.
Worship, adore, and fawn upon whoever is your lord. But for Zeus I care less than nothing. Let him do his will, let him hold his power for his little day—since he will not bear sway over the gods for long.
-Prometheus, Prometheus Bound
Prometheus, the Titan of Foresight and Crafty Counsel, Creator of Man, tricked Zeus into the lesser sacrifice at the settling of accounts. For this, he took the ability to create fire from man. Prometheus subsequently stole fire and gifted to them, the tools of civilization with the knowledge that while everything would not be perfect, the alternative was worse. For the security of his children’s future, he’d miss out on his son’s entire life, hurt his wife and brother, and would be bound to a pillar for 30,00 years with an eagle pecking out his liver daily.
That being said - he was not pleased about what was being done to him. He and Zeus had once been friends. And true, he had tricked him - but, that did not befit such a punishment, by any means. It wasn’t until Herakles freed him and Chiron
He lives with his brother and his wife (who is a wandering spirit just as him and tends to come and go) and fulfills his duties as he should. But, Prometheus, as docile and weakened by his punishment as he seems is merely a snake in the grass - and he does seem weakened, as his punishment physically aged him. He wears a middle-aged face, but truthfully his true form is as silver-haired as they come.
Rest assured, the Trickster Titan has plenty up his sleeve and is lying in wait to get his due revenge. He merely prefers it served ice cold.
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Gosh dang it. I need to start looking up trigger warnings for movies. People keep trying to kill themselves and I'm not doing okay about it.
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first gardenia, now dogma, he needs to go ]]
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