#Assault cw

[felassan]

Marian M. Miller: "In 2009, Dragon Age: Origins carried me through my PTSD after being assaulted overseas. In 2025, it is my greatest honor to announce that I am the Caretaker in Dragon Age: The Veilguard. I cried when I read the script, so grateful that I was a part of this team. Thank you Jo Berry" [source]

Sara Secora: "I kept this one on the burner in respect of the strike. Now that it’s over… I was given the opportunity to step into Dragon Age: The Veilguard. Being in games that I love is the thing of dreams. Thanks to the team for the chance! You’ll hear me as Anxious Spirit, Ida and more!" [source]

it seems that with the [tentative agreement] being reached, actors can talk more freely about their recent work again ♡

[fishfingersandscarves]

i didn't want this

[virulentharlot]

@flamesignite

It hurt, everything ached. Every limb, every muscle...his head pounding, he struggled to focus his vision. Concrete beneath him hard, harsh, and rough, gentle falling rain tapping against his face as if urging him to remain conscious.

Thrown out amongst the trash in a dirty alley, much to his disgust, to his chagrin, such was a rather usual fate for those like him. He could only count himself lucky he survived this time. He couldn't use his status to save himself. Not now, not ever.

That time has passed, long ago.

Thunder rolled overhead...those clouds were getting darker. The rain was getting heavier, he still couldn't move lest his body scream at his defiance.

Maybe...if he just...took a nap...

[boatcats]

Self Defense Concepts that May Be more Accessible

I've done a fair bit of martial arts though I wouldn't consider myself an expert. I also have some joint stuff and spent a period of time dealing with what may have been long COVID. So I've thought some about what sorts of self defense might be more accessible for disabled people. Not all of these things may be accessible or possible for everyone - just because some (or all) of these things are not accessible to you does not mean nothing is.

1. Situational awareness - try to stay aware of what is going on around you. This includes things that may be going on above you (balconies, etc). Get in the habit of noticing things. Pay attention to where the exits are and what you, personally, would need to do to exit a situation.

2. Practice judging distance and getting out of range. The one time someone tried to hit me I just stepped back out of range. Distance is an excellent parrying technique. You can learn this at self defense trainings or just practice with your friends.

3. Get loud. If you are being threatened or harassed get loud if you can. Alert the people around you even if they are strangers. "Get away from me. I don't know this person. Stop hurting me." All valid things to communicate. I can imagine ways this could be adapted for AAC users, for instance, but since I'm not an AAC user I'll leave that to your creativity. But just. Let the people around you know. Loudly. Ideally in a way that frames you as the victim not the threat (that's a whole other can of worms especially for Black and Brown people but do what you can within your own experience of what is safe and effective for you - I've found that naming or narrating what is being done helps "Stop touching me - I dont know you - you're hurting me - help").

4. Build community - we keep us safe. Have that person you would call. Update your emergency contacts. Think about who you would reach out to for help.

5. Skill up. Go to trainings. Learn.

6. Believe in your own competence. Asking for assistance can be a part of you being competent. You don't need to do it all yourself. But believe that you are a force to be reckoned with.

7. Don't ge down on yourself in the aftermath of a scary or violent situation. If you survived you did what you needed to do.

I love you.

[genderstarbucks]

Transmascs Who Love Cis Men!!

I saw a transmascs who hate cis men "pride" flag (do not go and harass op btw) and as a transmasc I honestly found it extremely hurtful so I decided to reclaim it

Ofc it's okay to be weary of cis men because of past trauma / experiences, but making a "pride" flag out of hating them :((

This isn't necessarily a tm4cm flag btw, but it can be used that way!

I love all my cis men homies, they're the best people I've ever met

And honestly we need to stop the stigmatization that all cis men are bad, and especially stop with the "kill all men" bullshit

Yes, there are cis men who are bad people, but I feel like we shouldn't assume someone is a bad person who will assault you just because they're cis

Cis men aren't the only people who can do bad things, trans men can do that too, gender identity doesn't matter, if they're a bad person they're going to do bad things

If you've had past traumatic experiences with cis men, it's okay to want to avoid them or not date them, but we don't need a "pride" flag for that.

It's like the transphobic lesbian flags I saw, we don't need hateful pride flags, they're hurtful.

I understand feeling safer with / would rather date trans men rather than cis men, but making a "pride" flag based on being a transmasc who hates / doesn't trust cis men just feels extremely hateful

Plus lots of cis men aren't even completely cis, there's demiboy cis men, multigender cis men, genderfluid cis men, etc. so are you just gonna include them in your hate "pride" too?

Obviously, not every trans person is t4c, lots of trans people are t4t, you don't have to like cis men / be attracted to them, that's okay, you can't control your lack of attraction

But just because you're not attracted to a certain group of people doesn't mean you need to be hateful to said group, I've never seen a nociswoma- individual be hateful towards cis women

I apologize if this isn't worded the best, I'm just tired of people shitting on my cis men friends and automatically thinking they're bad just because they're cis (some have actually been accused of life ruining things just because they're cis)

[mercymaker]

so we had a fake wedding episode in the grand bloodstorm adventure, but get ready the new season's about to start and we're opening with some drama

astarion and mal are trying to track down a relic that's rumored to have the power of protecting a vampire from the sun. neat. they find out that its last known location is at some ancient noble house's castle, so they go there but they get caught sneaking around.

fully expecting to have to fight their way out of there, both of them are surprised when the lord of the house instead offers a warm welcome to his house, taking particular interest in mal, showering her with attention and gifts.

he also reveals that the relic has been lost to the surrounding woods after their house was attacked by outsiders, but both astarion and mal are quite suspicious of that version, so they stick around to find out more. while mal focuses on charming her way into the lord's heart so he'd tell her the truth, astarion goes out into the surrounding town to gather information.

turns out, the local legend tells that the relic is, in fact, still somewhere in the woods, as when the invading forces attacked, the lady of the house took all of their most important belongings, shoved them into a bag, strapped that to a horse that she then tried to flee the castle with, but was shot down by archers and fell to the enemy as the horse galloped deep into the woods. it's said that the horse was eaten by a giant demonic bear, but the treasure still remains somewhere. and that leads various parties to venture out into the forest to seek it.

astarion decides to join one such party, if not to find the treasure, then at the very least to get more information. he leaves maleane alone with the lord, who seems to be quite infatuated with her. mal reassures her lover that she can handle herself in case something happens. she's a sorcerer, after all.

the vampire spawn & the gang set a small camp out in the woods after traveling for most of the evening. they drink and tell stories over the fire and astarion starts sneakily peppering in questions to get the information he needs. one of the drunk men decides to go on a bit of a spooky retelling of the most horrific event he had witnessed. the great attack on their town by the most brutal monsters. it happened over three decades ago, when he was just a little boy.

they came in the night, with their intricate armors, their swords and their arrows and their daggers in the dark. some of the commoners fell to poison before any blades could lick their throats. those that didn't flee in time were either massacred or put in chains and dragged back to the underdark to be used and sold as slaves. both the lord and the lady of the house were brutally slaughtered in the ritual known as the blooding, leaving their only son an orphan.

oh, so the guy's entire family was killed by drow? and who is he currently hosting in his massive castle? hmm, yes, another drow.

but not to worry! he dressed mal in the finest of silks and set up the most elaborate dinner for just the two of them. an array of intricate pastries, wild salmon and spit-roasted steak, and, of course, a flagon of his favorite wine to wash it all down.

they talk over the dinner, maleane slowly trying to poke and prod for more information about the relic and what happened to it. the lord, eventually unravels the same story that astarion heard over the campfire, and as the puzzle pieces slowly slide into their places, mal suddenly feels lightheaded. her breathing starts to become erratic as she struggles to catch her breath. and when she rises from the table, in a frantic attempt to flee, her legs feel like they're full of lead. the same petrifying feelings spreads throughout the rest of her body, pulling her to the ground in an instant.

as she gasps for air to fill her failing lungs, the lord walks right to her, watching the paralyzed drow fight the effects of the poison, and tells her how much he hates her kind. how long he's been dreaming of this moment, to get his hands on one of the monsters that took everything from him. how they all are the same. how he's going to peel the skin off her flesh, bit by bit. he chuckles at her panic, at soft wheezing coming from her throat. he wasn't sure how much of the poison to pour in her glass. after all, drow are known to be resistant to most of them. perhaps he gave her a bit too much. but it doesn't matter. by the time it wears off she won't be able to escape.

he then drags her to his personal quarters, a little dark room with chains and cages, a large wooden table stacked with books and scrolls and sketches. everything you need to know about drow and more. he takes the beautiful soft gown off her body and shackles her wrists and ankles to a rack.

a beautiful monster, he calls her, dragging his fingers from her cheek, down to her breast. yet, soon his hand is replaced with a dagger. this is more than just revenge. it's something darker and deeper. the obsession with drow, all that hatred and rage latched on something else entirely. the want to have her, to own her, to break and hurt her again and again and again, for years and years. because that's how long he's been carrying all that venom inside. it's not going to be over soon, maleane realizes.

it's almost a relief when it's his hand touching her again instead of a blade. but she knows that the intent behind the gesture is just as sharp as the bite of a dagger. she can't utter an incantation. she can't move her body to channel her magic. it's been so long that she felt this helpless.

then she feels her mind start to slip, drifting away somewhere. the lord's unhinged ramblings turn into echoes from a distant room. the throbbing pain softens into an almost-numbness. for just a brief moment, maleane is not there.

it's the odd shift in the surroundings that drags her right back into the dark cell. a sudden, violent gurgling sound. when she looks up, all mal sees is red. the blood pouring out of the lord's mouth and throat. the shock still frozen in his eyes before his body collapses just as hers did before. and then, two red irises, framed by a set of worried brows, staring at her. astarion.

[naamahdarling]

So I'm reading The Body Keeps the Score and it's...mildly illuminating. I'm only part way through and have hope that it might be somewhat helpful to me personally or have even more good observations, because there really are some, and I think that once I get over my disgust and anger, I might even be able to appreciate them.

But what struck me is how this fuckin guy, who is clearly just really into helping people and wants to try to change things and has good intentions and a lot of meaningful experience, and has valuable observations, this guy who really fucking cares, still describes watching actual crimes occur in front of him without intervening, and participating in them sometimes, without acknowledging them directly as crimes or expressing more than some regret. And these crimes were committed upon patients who were already severely traumatized and were in a traumatizing setting, hence their fractious or nonresponsive behavior. Like, he's about as good and well-meaning a guy as you can find, and I see why he has been so important in his field, and still.

He did/does remarkable work, I won't lie, but it just drives home how even though most of these horrible people who taught him may be dead (good) and even though a whole lot of his peers are out of the game by now, STILL their poison lingers, because they absolutely trained a shitfuckassload of the people currently practicing, and trained most of the older people currently still in charge. Two professional generations back and they're using textbooks that are like "ehhh, incest isn't harmful to women, and might actually have psychological benefits." BITCH WHAT? Of COURSE it's fucking awful. That's like common fucking sense. To not be able to see that would require you being mindfucked into believing literally the opposite of what the most basic empathy would tell you is true. These people got their brains washed and then bathed in shit. And now we have the system we do, built by them.

No wonder psych wards are trauma farms and staff utterly ungoverned. They don't see a damn thing wrong with treating their inmates like animals. It's how it's always been done. I mean, I knew that, but still. I keep learning things that make me hate them even more than I did. At every turn they have chosen to perpetuate pain because all they can understand is the need to control these people into behaving "normally".

[swan2swan]

wow the boys writers really have no concept of male sexual assault victims, do they

[virulentharlot]

It hurt, everything ached. Every limb, every muscle...his head pounding, he struggled to focus his vision. Concrete beneath him hard, harsh, and rough, gentle falling rain tapping against his face as if urging him to remain conscious.

Thrown out amongst the trash in a dirty alley, much to his disgust, to his chagrin, such was a rather usual fate for those like him. He could only count himself lucky he survived this time. He couldn't use his status to save himself. Not now, not ever.

That time has passed, long ago.

Thunder rolled overhead...those clouds were getting darker. The rain was getting heavier, he still couldn't move lest his body scream at his defiance.

Maybe...if he just...took a nap...

[sodafrog13]

i was thinking about her in the shower and comparing headcanons and i couldn't remember - is your version of girlfriend affiliated with 50 blessings/the original owner of the don juan mask? i know a lot of people headcanon her that way (including me) but i know there are people who don't think she was affiliated with them too.

no she is not! i think that GF and the original owner of the don juan mask are separate; i understand where the headcanon that they're the same comes from (and it does make some sense) but i think that the version of don juan in jacket's coma only has GF's body because she's a sense of comfort to him, and GF is the most comforting person in his life.

on the flipside, rasmus has the body of the russian mobsters bc they're more actively hostile to him, and the current most hostile entities to jacket are the mobsters themselves (which is Also why rasmus's sprite has no distinctive feature to set them apart; they're just a representation of every average mobster he's ever met)

that and also. idk, i'd like to believe that if a 50B operative had failed a mission and got captured, they'd at least get someone to kill them rather than letting them get assaulted like that [esp since richter was specifically sent to kill jacket and just killed GF also because he was told to, not bc he knew she was Also an operative (as in "Sorry about your girl. It wasn't anything personal.")]. but that's just me.

[conduitandconjurer]

🙌 oh why not. might have to get creative, though.

Send 🙌 to strangle my muse (no longer accepting)!

It's Reginald's clipped, nasal voice in his head.

The first line of defense upon attempted strangulation is to blind your opponent!

Klaus isn't exactly the type of person known for fighting back against adversity: not with the more conventionally recognized forms of battle. But it's even harder to fight off this spindly, bruised child who will never know the exhilaration of living in a safe skin, the way Klaus, after years of the hard-to-recognize type of fighting, has.

He can't fight a protege who, if time for Klaus were linear, would have been his mentor.

He can't push his goddamned fingers into BJ's sad scared eyes and scoop them from their sockets. Like, fuck training, Jesus. The kid's crying, right now, while assailing him.

Get with the program, Number Four!

Shut up, dad. Remember your "gift" to me: it's not like it'll be permanent.

"Beej...!"

His own voice is haggard. Dissociation tries to bleed into the corners of his thoughts, makes him wonder, not for the first time, lately, why so many people feel entitled to lay their hands on some part of his body.

"Beej--Tangy--hk!...Dream, what'd I do? Stop...!"

He smacks the young prostitute's cheeks, imploring gently, and then insistently, and then a little savagely.

Klaus begins to black out; his eyes glow a veil-piercing teal and he is out. Bright light, the same hue, his ribcage its lantern, and then an explosion. The force throws BJ back a good six, seven feet.

Klaus collapses awkwardly on his face. He sits up and gawks through a mop of curls.

"The fuck--? Did I just go into the....fricken....Avatar State, or somethin'?"

Green eyes shift toward the waif's face. Anger and grief sink in, rapidly clouding over the comical shock.

'Why'd you hurt me, man? Whatever you needed, you coulda just asked! Like, damn! I'm super fuckin' chill, okay?! "

[byanyan]

ㅤthere's blood everywhere. it marks your hands and stains your lips, streaks down the front of your shirt and soaks the knees that press into the cold, hard concrete. some of it is yours, but you know most of it is his. his, the body that lay lifeless next to you in a puddle of brilliant crimson which only seems to spread.

ㅤyou didn't mean for this to happen. you didn't want this to happen.

a choice made of necessity. a decision he forced you to make. he, who didn't even know you, who had an awful lot of disgusting words to spew about you, despite knowing nothing of you. hand like a vice around the back of your neck, fingertips tickling and soon pressing in on your throat... he was bigger than you, capable of a great deal of damage which he seemed intent on causing.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤyou had no choice.

him or you, and while you're not so sure you deserve to be the one left standing either, that familiar survival instinct of a cornered animal kicked in regardless, the same way it always has. scrabbling hands turned to desperate punches turned to the bright, colourful blade of your knife stained just one colour with each panicked stab. even as his grip finally loosened, blade continued to puncture flesh over and over and over until the body toppled to the ground.

ㅤyou couldn't risk it. you couldn't take that chance that he might be able to follow you, might be able to do worse. you've let them go before, after all, and nine times out of ten they came back believing you to be the one in the wrong. blaming you for defending yourself against them.

you've dug yourself into a hole — a desperate, pathetic little hole — and you want nothing more than to scream. to release all the emotions causing you to tremble as you kneel on the ground. to release it, let it all go, and finally be free of it...

ㅤbut you know that's not how it works. and you're not sure you'll ever be able to stop screaming if you let yourself start now.

instead, you pick yourself up off the ground, trying to not let your eyes wander to the face you know will be haunting your sleep for the foreseeable future, and you run. you run like you always have, but you don't let yourself look back. you learned better than that a long time ago.

[carbonateddelusion]

How would they go about eating Rea, since you mention it a lot

Is it something special? Is their a ritual sort of thing or does she play it up as something big?

How does she go about the OTHER people? Is there a way she goes about eating a rando off the street? Does she have a favorite type of person to go after or is it literally whoever she gets her hands on?

it is DEFINITELY a big thing for Mari. her other victims were killed without any care, but Rea? HER Rea? she would be laid to rest very carefully, probably via some kind of overdose or strangulation as to not damage her body. she's very careful to keep things clean and sanitary with her victims' meat, but ESPECIALLY SO with Rea. it'd be cathartic for her to crack her open like a butcher. they'd take pictures of everything, too, carefully documenting any anomalies in a notebook, probably do something like preserve some of her organs (see: her genitalia and skull because Mari is a freak) for display. it'd be a very laborious, very long, thorough process, and she'd savor every minute of it.

like I've said before, Mari goes for people she actually likes, so it's all women or femme presenting nonbinary people. first she'll find someone she finds attractive, then she'll stalk them for a matter of time, documenting their habits, schedule, likes and dislikes, etc., before introducing herself under a false name. they'll then spend a good while befriending them, careful to not reveal anything personal about themself, until they feel the time is right to strike. then they'll lure them away with the promise of sex (or a hangout, if they aren't interested in her). after having sex with them, in the late hours of the night, Mari will drug them and drive them out to an isolated cabin that they own specifically for this purpose. and then she'll make their death long and painful. whatever is left untainted of their meat she'll carefully harvest and proceed to eat (and serve to Polilla and her friends) over the course of months.

and then the cycle repeats.

[steeiydan]

i HATE that furuta junko is memed about, i hate that people have this weird savior complex over a girl who was violently assaulted and murdered not even 35 years ago, i hate that her picture is on funny "no time to explain, come with us" memes, i hate the "omg spooky true crime!"-ification of her case, i hate that people make "you did nothing wrong" jokes in the replies of one of her killers' tweets, please just be normal for once in your lives