#cw: flashbacks

[papermint-airplane]

POV: you're no longer working at a job that keeps you in a perpetual state of fight or flight so now you're getting extremely vivid PTSD flashbacks of your abusive parents 🙃

[lingeringmirth]

who do you work for?

Stranger Things | Steddie | Rating: T | Words: 100 | Angst, Transfeminine Steve Harrington, Hurt Stevie.

CW: PTSD, flashbacks.

Written for @whumpril day 2: sweat | Also here on AO3.

Stevie wakes up, shivering and panting and crying, her body covered in cold sweat.

“Who do you work for?”

She doesn’t know where she is. It’s dark. There’s someone there with her. She can hear them moving.

Blood rushes in her ears. She can’t breathe. The words come, familiar yet foreign. “Scoops… Scoops Ahoy.”

There’s words, instinctive and muffled.

She whimpers and scampers away, uncoordinated limbs tangling in the sweaty sheets and trapping her. She can’t… 

A hand reaches out from the darkness, through the abyss of her memories, the terror and pain.

“ --- evie? Stevie?”

Eddie.

She’s safe to break.

[voiceoffenrisulfr]

Hail Hydra - Chapter Six "Life Begins at the End of Your Comfort Zone."

Bucky seeks comfort. CW: Flashbacks (including forced amputation and brief body gore), Nightmares, T-rated smuttiness. Prompts filled: ‘Blood in the Snow’, December 6th prompt, Dead Dove December; ‘Starving’, December 6th  Prompt, Hurtcember 2023; ‘Nightmares’, December 6th prompt, Whumpcember; ‘Man Bites Man’, Multifandom Flash (Beehive); ‘You’re Cute When You’re Angry’, Multifandom Flash (Dozen).

Check it out on AO3 here, or below the KR with the boards!

Days dragged into weeks, bringing new rounds of probing and prodding, my skin being cut and torn and the time it took for me to heal noted in ever-growing files. Aleksi took care of me as best he could, finding me most nights and checking for infection, making sure I didn’t go hungry or thirsty, and that I was warm enough. I slowly began to fall asleep with my Ihead on his shoulder – then his chest, then his lap, his fingers smoothing my hair gently. The vulnerability was painful, but I needed a show of humanity after days of boredom and torture. It was only once the abuse became predictable – that the waking world became one of routine rather than surprising, new terrors – that the nightmares began.

Flashes of blood on snow- Gratinggrindingslicing pain- The sound of tendons snapping and severing- The pop and tear of a shoulder being pulled from its housing- I gasped and jerked awake, throat aching with swallowed tears and bitten-back sobs. Hands found my shoulders, squeezing me tight, and I snarled in panic, my forearm finding my assailant’s throat as I pinned them to the ground. “You are cute when you are angry,” he rasped, pale eyes wide with panic and anxiety. His blond hair spilled onto his forehead, and I hesitated, the fog clearing just a little, bared teeth parting slightly in surprise. “... Aleksi?” “Hello, Bucky.” I released him with a soft curse, trembling with fear. “Fuck. Fuck. I didn’t- I had no idea, I was just-” “Hey, now,” he soothed, one hand raised to placate me, the other rubbing gingerly at his throat. “It is okay. I am fine. It was just a bad dream, Американский.” Nodding softly, I averted my eyes, terror fading to shame as the flashes behind my gaze slowly began to recede. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know...” He hesitated, waiting for my nod as he moved closer, his palms finding my shoulders gently when I offered him affirmation. “It is okay, Bucky. I’m here. I have you.” My mind was still hazy, nerves on fire beneath his gentle touch, and those eyes – so alike in both colour and tenderness to a gaze I hadn’t seen in months. Before I could reconsider my actions, I was pressed against his hands, lips meeting his in a desperate, starved need for affection. He exhaled softly in surprise, hesitating for only a moment before one hand found its way into my hair, guiding me gently into the kiss with subtle motions. I could only whimper quietly, my own hand finding his waist and pulling him closer to me, lost in the feeling of tender touch and adoration I’d been denied for far too long. We broke apart after a few minutes, his lips plumped and my cheeks flushing softly. “I... I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me, I-” “Hush, Американский,” he soothed, smoothing my hair gently. “I know what it is to need comfort. This place is not fun for me, either... Though not as bad as for you.” I nodded nervously, wetting my lips with my tongue before leaning in once more, releasing a soft whine of need as my mouth found his – heavier now, with an urgency that I couldn’t convey with words.

It was hard to tell who initiated it – whose clumsy touch first moved from the innocent safety of hair and shoulders to the curve of a hipbone – but I soon found myself sprawled atop him, body pressed hungrily against his as my lips found his throat. He let out a quiet groan as I bit down gently, his back arching beneath me as his fingers grasped at my waist to pull me closer. “Bucky...” “Aleksi,” I breathed, my hand on the nape of his neck, tipping his head back. This part, at least, I was familiar with – but the feeling of his arousal pressed against my pelvis gave me pause. “...Are you okay?” he murmured, body stilling beneath mine. I could only swallow nervously, and he tipped my chin up, brushing his lips against my own. “We- Have you never...?” “Only with women,” I replied softly, blushing once more. “The man I knew, he... I never told him how I felt.” He nodded again, pulling me gently against his chest. “We are in no rush, Американский. I want you to be comfortable.” His hand found my hair, smoothing gently, and I blushed, unused to being the inexperienced one but soothed by the feeling of his heartbeat under my cheek.

@deaddovedec @whumpcember @hurtcember @multifandom-flash

[tawnysoup]

Sketchpage commission for @bortort featuring some experience sharing and subsequent comforting <3

[clowns0up-felix]

Some lil' link OoT/MM angst?

I don’t like doing angst just for the sake of angst so I usually don’t answer asks about it, but I got a fairly decent idea so uh you’re lucky, congratulations 🫵🔥

Minor blood warning ^_^ nothing crazy tho

[hexcii]

Awgh

Idk my PTSD and survivors guilt have been killing me these past few weeks

Oh if only I had two robot jesters to hold me through it </33

[sara-the-wizard]

I Care. Chapter 6 (part 1/2) (Rottmnt comic)

Donnie and Raph assemble the wheelchair back together for Leo. And honestly, after being stuck in bed for a week, Leo is super excited to get away from the med bay! On the other hand, Donnie doesn't think he deserves any gratitude for finding the wheelchair pieces. It was his fault Leo was hurt in the first place! Donnie wanted to set things right and fix Leo. Truthfully, it looks like everything would be okay! But... Leo's not out of danger yet.

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[technically-human]

Stay near me now...

So have you guys read My love for you is true, I swear it is, it just will kill you in the end ? Because it killed me. It killed me, I am now dead like the boys.

This was a commission for @regretsofaghost and I loved every second of working on it, ESPECIALLY reading this beautiful fic. And this scene!!!

[bluerosefox]

Tim, buddy, what do you mean you might had accidentally made a Love Child?!

Danny finds out that

1. He's a clonish 'love child' of two heroes

2. He was accidentally created during one of his donors mental break downs after losing his father and best friends (one of which was his other donor)

3. CW interfered before his creator realized what he made and pulled him out of that dimension because "it would had lead that world to true ruin if he found out at his state of mind. He's better now but it would had been the final straw for him should anything had happened to you in his care and given who he had to partner up with later... I did what I had to."

4. Due to Danny having a bad fall out with his parents after he told them about being Phantom (they didn't attack him... but they did disown him.) Danny is left adrift of what to do. He doesn't wanna bug Jazz, she's in college and dorming. Tuckers place has no room. Sam's parents would never let him stay. Vlad was a definitely a no go. And Dani (Ellie) last check in was near the Amazon rainforest.

5. Danny finds out some of his powers might not be as ghostly as he thought... it does explain the huge power boost some of his powers have compared to other ghosts.

6. He went to Clockwork... who proceeded to tell him the truth, smile his cryptic smile while saying "and now. Have fun this time around. I'll see you again in due time Daniel." Before yeeting him into a portal.

7. Danny woke up in his home dimension.... deaged to being five years old (the age he would be if he stayed and grew by now) (DC timeline is slower than DP in this)

8. He woke up apparently his creator's home city... during a Gala (Danny woke up in a garden, dazed and confused. His memories are fuzzy)... and wandered into the party... and apparently he looked like a perfect mix of his.. dads? Which catches A LOT of peoples attention.

9. Especially with Tim Drake-Wayne and Conner Kent-Luthor just announcing they're dating that very night.

10. Rumors and gossip of a random kid, who looks just like the recent happily announced couple, go flying quickly among the elite... and reaches certain ears before it gets to batfam and supers (I have a feeling they learned how to block out rumors and gossips during these events)

11. Those ears happen to be Lex Luthor and Ra's al Ghul (both who are there at the Gala just to annoy and unnerve the Bats and Supers)

12. By the time the rumors get to Tim and Conner, they find Danny almost getting taken away by one of those two.

[every-moment-a-different-sound]

Incorrect quotes pt.2

Dead Boy Detectives & The Magnus Archives

[frownyalfred]

the wigs in arrow aren’t real, they can’t hurt you

the wigs in arrow:

[cheemscakecat]

Thoughts on Conquest (Invincible Spoilers)

I’ve seen people annoyed with the “I’m so lonely” speech, so I wanted to talk about it.

All but 50 Viltrumites died because of the scourge virus. Conquest was one of the infected who survived, but he was sent on a dangerous mission before his healing factor was back to normal. That’s how he lost his arm and got all those scars.

“This time.. This time I’ll make sure she’s dead.”

Conquest doesn’t actually like taking a lot of damage himself; he immediately locks in and goes to kill Mark after getting that bite taken out of him. He isn’t playing games anymore when he says he’s gonna kill Eve again.

Conquest’s healing factor is back, but he still remembers what happened on that mission, and it probably makes him paranoid about serious wounds. The bite surprised him, it showed that Mark was capable of damaging him. Eve’s energy beam really shook him up.

He says he isn’t usually allowed to cause wanton destruction on missions; there’s people and infrastructure he’s forced to spare. This mission to take Earth is a very, very rare opportunity for his favorite brand of violence; and it’s one he intends to savor since he doesn’t know if or when he’ll ever get another like it.

This is a day he’ll be drinking in the new memories to look back on fondly; he’s practically giddy with excitement at the idea of ripping Oliver in half. Makes you wonder how many rules Conquest has tacked onto his normal missions, because he’s the one guy in the ranks who finds new ways to make problems with his destruction.

This mission was supposed to be his chance to be unapologetically himself; to bask in the carnage he wants to cause but usually can’t. And for a lot of the fight it’s exactly that.

But just because Conquest is addicted to his own bloodlust, and free to indulge it like a kid in a candy store, doesn’t mean it’s everything he needs or wants.

This ecstasy is fleeting; even if he’s holding back to let the fight go on, he’ll eventually have to leave and go back to craving more. And then he’ll just be alone again.

I imagine that celebrated generals and heroes and soldiers at the height of the Empire’s strength were surrounded by praise and attention. There were ceremonies where they’d be decorated for their achievements, weaker civilians who held them in high regard and wanted to meet them.

Some of them would have been like pro athletes; their kids would want to make their own legacies to live up to the family name. Some would also have been grandfathers whose grandkids hung on their every word as they told stories about their adventures. Grandkids who wanted to be just like their pee-paws someday, heroes of the Viltrumites.

Conquest wouldn’t have been one of those family men, but he had peers. There were more than enough of them to have comrades on missions, fighting alongside him. Friends. There was a time he would have had friends.

Friends who saw that he was addicted to destruction, and were able to keep him in check affectionately, not with a laundry list of ground rules. Because they weren’t afraid of him, they were his equals and they knew him outside of work.

Friends who were there when the virus began, not really able to speak much on the trauma of loss, but who went through it and knew the same pain. Friends that died from the virus one by one, until Conquest was the only one left.

He’s not just suffering from being a successful fighter; he’s suffering from surviving the scourge when most did not. He’s one of the oldest living Viltrumites left. The youngsters don’t relate to him, don’t remember the old days because they weren’t there with him.

He wouldn’t have been the only one who got tore up on a mission before his healing factor recovered. How many of his comrades died because they just weren’t as fast, or as strong, or as lucky on those missions? How many were assigned to a separate mission halfway across the universe when they died, leaving Conquest to wonder if things would have been different had he been there?

He can’t talk to anyone about this. It’s considered weakness. And he’s old and grizzled enough ti see just how stupid that notion is. But what is he supposed to do about it? Challenge Thragg? He’d die, and his life is one of the few precious things he has left.

Sone think Conquest tells all his victims what’s on his mind before he kills them. Like a human serial killer. But I doubt it. Why would he tell a non-Viltrumite, they’re bugs to him. No, Invincible is a Viltrumite, and one he’s allowed to kill so he isn’t labeled as weak.

Earth isn’t just the place where he can let loose and kill, it’s the place where he can confess how lonely he is without consequence. And he’s not gonna pass up a chance to do that, in this era it’s a once in a lifetime opportunity.

“I am so lonely. All the other Viltrumites are scared of me. No one talks to me. No one wants to be my friend, they think I am unstable. “

“They send me from planet to planet committing atrocities in their name. And as I get better at it… they fear me more and more.”

“I am a victim of my own success. Conquest… I don’t even get a real name.”

“Only a purpose.”

“I am capable of so much more and no one sees it.”

“Some days I feel so alone I could cry, but I don’t. I never do.”

“Because what would be the point? Not a single person in the entire universe would care.”

“Take it to your grave.”

Conquest isn’t the equivalent of a serial killer, he’s the equivalent of a veteran that lives for the thrill of battle. One that should have been retired and have people who care about him and check up on him. But he’s still in service, and nobody is there for him and he’s painfully aware of it.

They gave him a replacement arm. But he can still see, so he doesn’t get a replacement eye. His teeth are clean but broken from years and years of the fight. Nobody is offering to get him veneers or dentures. I guarantee it.

I wonder if we’ll get to see how he got the scar and if he was the only one assigned to that mission. He might have lost somebody there.

I also wonder if he’s an orphan, or if he had a name that nobody else remembers. :(

[devilboycomic]

Noodles

[fandomperson2606]

Part 4 1/2 of my Brainwashed Jax comic inspired by the concept from @cosmic-nia

So... I overdid it and made too many panels for this part, so before we get back to Gangle, I'm going to post the last few frames of this part

I wouldn't be surprised if Jax liked to feel like he was in control of every little thing he did, even if that's causing chaos, so when faced with the possibility of that no longer being the case, after seeing what that felt like (going under the assumption he remembers everything after, though that hasn't really been addressed yet, which is why this comic is inspired by Nia's concept, and isn't claiming to be an extension of that exact same universe) he would probably have a bit of a mental breakdown...

And in doing so, he kinda forgets for a minute who it is he's really dealing with. Gangle went a little insane, but he knows the Gangle he's known for years, even if he's sometimes kind of horrible to her, he does know what she's like, and that she wouldn't want to put him through that

It just took Ragatha knocking some sense into him for him to actually remember that

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Moon 3 - Part 3

you take a load off, annie (and you put the load right on me)

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[gravelsong]

What the fuck.