#flashbacks cw

[tommyssupercoolblog]

Me: ugh god why am I getting so much worse?? I'm BACKSLIDING, I had been growing less sensitive to my triggers over time BUT NOW they're getting worse and worse and I keep having flashbacks and snapping at people!!! This is awful this makes no sense it is NOT POGGERS and my sensory issues are worse too!! WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO MEEE

Our body, which has been steadily falling apart over the last few months (yes, months, plural) with even surgeries resulting in zero diagnosis, and symptoms worsening day by day: gee man that's so odd. Yeah crazy how that happens.

[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.

[sometimesraven]

@febuwhump Day 19 - Death Wish

Fandom: Cyberpunk 2077 POV: 3rd Person Whumpee: femme V

Summary: Okay, so in hindsight, the "most nova specced, geeked-out, turnt up virtu" was obviously a scam.

Warnings: Implied/Referenced SA, Kidnapping, Drug Withdrawal/Use/Addiction, Panic Attacks & Flashbacks, Canon-Typical Violence, Self-Destructive Behaviour

AO3 Link

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It wasn't like she actually wanted to die. Stalling for time, that's all it was. The nights spent partying, the dumb gigs she still took... just ways to pass the time, blow off steam or top up on Eddies while she waited for a breakthrough. She needed to keep up her rep if she wanted to get any real progress made.

So what if she was getting sloppy? Given the fact she was literally dying - technically already dead - she was doing fucking nova.

Okay, so in hindsight, the "most nova specced, geeked-out, turnt up virtu" was obviously a scam. And V knew that! 'Dorphs or not, she wasn't completely gonk. She knew the moment the damn BD didn't work in her own wreath that she was headed into a trap. In all honesty, V had no idea why she agreed to it. Curiosity? Some tiny, stupid part of her brain that somehow forgot that 'sus as fuck' in Night City always translated to the literal worst-case scenario? Maybe there were too many drugs in her system to think straight, or maybe it was just the tired impulse that told her nothing really mattered anymore. The worst it could do was fry her brain (again), right?

Wrong.

"Just like me, isn't it? Getting trapped in the brain of Night City's dumbest merc..."

Johnny's voice roused her from whatever depths of hell the trapped Braindance had thrown her into. Cold, filthy tile against her skin; the acrid scent of stale piss and death assaulting her nostrils. Her body ached, head pounded, static screaming in her ears as withdrawal mated with her struggling, poisoned systems specifically to fuck her. She groaned, forcing herself into something resembling a sitting position. "What... what happened?"

"Look around and connect the dots." Though his voice held the same dull judgement as always, V couIdn't miss that it was lacking its usual edge; his eyes glinting with something she might mistake for concern if he were anyone else.

As she slowly came to her senses, she understood why. The stench was coming from behind her: bodies in a tub of ice that was all too familiar. Her guns, her gear - fuck, even her clothes were gone. She was completely vulnerable, trapped in the same fucking Scav hideout she'd cleared out with Jackie what felt like a lifetime ago.

"Scavs..." she breathed aloud, her heartbeat kicking up a gear to join the screaming in her ears. Immediately her mind raced with thoughts of what they could have done to her. Of what they might already have done. "Shit."

"So your brain isn't completely fried to a crisp... That's good." Again, Johnny's quip didn't hold its usual bite, and for once she wished it would; that he'd cuss her out, call her a dumb whore, be a complete piece of shit like he was to Evelyn. She felt fucking sick. Her skin crawled, old scars itching underneath the tattoos that covered them like they were warning her to get the fuck out, now.

Every instinct made her want to curl up and scream. She felt nineteen again, little Valerie, stuck cowering in the dirt and blood, wishing she would die already so this would all be over. She could feel Johnny's eyes on her like brands, found herself hyper aware of his presence in her mind, seeing her every thought. Knew he could see exactly what she was thinking and was thankfully choosing to keep his mouth shut.

Vik wasn't going to save her this time. The Mox weren't here- except they were.

With a deep breath, V's fingertips brushed the neon-pink tattoo on her shoulder. She swallowed down the memories, reminded herself Valerie was dead, and pushed to her feet.

"Time to wake up," Johnny encouraged, a hint of relief in his gruff tone, "'Cause you're about to be breakfast."

She moved slowly at first, hesitant and cautious as she picked off Scavs one by one. The first satisfying crunch of bone in her hands spurred her onward, and as she took out the assholes talking about her, about Jackie... V scooped up their shotgun.

One by one they fell, gore and synthblood painting the floor, the walls, V's skin. With every splattered skull and torn limb adrenaline fuelled rage boiled in her chest, replacing the anxiety, the withdrawal, the shame until all that remained was the animalistic instinct to kill. To rip and tear and shout until there was nobody left to carry on this sick fucking game. By the time she was done redecorating this place in Scav guts she would be able to breathe again.

Still, she paused when she found her equipment marked in a locker, taking a moment to make sure she'd cleaned out enough to go uninterrupted before gratefully tossing the borrowed shotgun aside and shimmying back into her tee and skirt. She left the rest to come back for and scoped up her own shotgun with a wicked smile. Thanks, Judy.

"Should've asked if he had any used hypos for sale, too. What could go wrong?" V glared at Johnny as she passed him, his sunglasses firmly back on his nose as the condescension finally returned to his voice.

"Not now, Johnny," she hissed, pausing to offload a round into another Scav's face and watch with glee as the shock charge within made the decapitated corpse convulse.

The last few Scavs up here were a cakewalk and V quickly gathered and donned the rest of her gear before heading out to the elevator.

She could still feel Johnny lingering at the front of her mind, disappointment and disdain dripping from every quip and muffled thought like nasty little bugs in her ears and she focused on the feeling, let it fuel the fury still swirling in her gut. Maybe that was the point of it. It was hard to tell Johnny's motivation. Either way, she dispatched the scopsuckers posted outside with tunnel vision, hopping on her bike before it had even parked and tearing off towards Cherry Blossom Market, single-minded hatred the only thing keeping the nausea at bay.

As expected, the sick cunt that set this whole thing up for them (Stefan or someshit) was exactly where she'd found him. Bold, or maybe stupid. Either way, her hands shook with rage as she drew her pistol, griming maniacally as he shot to his feet, hands lifted and eyes wide with terror. "I'd like a refund."

"Woah, hey, chill girl! A-after you booted up that virtu, y-you started glitchin' out and-"

"Save your breath," V snapped, levelling her aim and forcing it steady. "You knew what you were doing. Wanna know what I do, though? Hm?"

There way no room for negotiation in her voice. Stefan whimpered a plea, crumpling into a pathetic, cowering mess amidst the trash he'd been rummaging through. It was almost enough to make her hesitate, and the conflict making her aim waver again only infuriated her more.

He hit the ground with a heavy thud, blood pooling and trailing in vivid rivulets down the plastic of the trash bags he lay in. V was already gone before he hit the ground.

[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.

[vexic929]

the more I think about it the more I'm mad that Caitlin and Hartley weren't besties, they should've gone out to get drinks and sing karaoke together, we were robbed