#ptsd attack cw

[trauma-culture-is]

Trauma culture is getting a random ptsd wave in the middle of the grocery store cuz you accidentally smelled something that triggered you

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[bittwitchy]

[emilybeemartin]

Boromir Lives AU: Panic! At the Ballroom

Got some new soup for you.

CW! PTSD, panic attack, crowds, physical violence, blood, smoking

It's, uh, less cute soup than some of the others.

The last panel is a nod to when I was having regular panic attacks a few years ago, and the only thing that helped was lying on the floor, the colder and harder the better. At night I would lie in bed and feel like I was drowning in the blankets, until finally I'd move to the bare floor, sometimes with weight on my back, until I eventually fell asleep.

Anyway! Surprisingly this actually came from a very happy and lovely fic in which Boromir has a delightful time; in writing a crowd scene, though, I figured having spent 40+ years training to die in battle, he'd never shake the PTSD. It's okay, Aragorn can spot it coming a mile away. Hard to prep for a crushed windpipe delivered by 250 pounds of war trauma, though. Happy Thursday!

Boromir Lives: Helm's Deep

Boromir Lives: Whump-Time After Pelennor

Boromir Lives: GO TO SLEEP

Boromir Lives: Aragorn's Coronation

Boromir Lives: Faramir and Eowyn's Wedding

Boromir Lives: It's a BABY

Boromir Lives: High Uncle of the White Tower

Boromir Lives: We Didn't Have a Choice

Boromir Lives: The Haircuts

[lara-prism-light]

"The Accident"

[Content warning: panic attack, trauma and ptsd]

On Wattpad And Archive of Our Own 

For context, in this au, Clay stays(Floyd had left for his solo career and returned three years later on the day of the incident) and the day their grandmother is eaten he sees her being taken away, unable to do anything he blames himself for not being there at the time of the incident, believing he could have done something if he hadn't was so neglectful of his younger brother. Now as an adult he sees himself responsible for Branch's condition, and has constant nightmares about what happened.

[cry-ptidd]

I just wanted to say that I think the werewolf lady is pretty

And have her and Anderson met before? And was it a hostile interaction or a wholesome one??

Her and Anderson’s first meeting really wasn’t wholesome.

[fanged-cotl]

More narinder chain angst.

TW for panic attack / PTSD kinda stuff

[peachsayshi]

I constantly think about the after effects of what the shibuya incident does to nanami when he makes it out alive. like, the man definitely develops ptsd from the experience.

[orgaslink]

43, Wild and Twilight!

43 was "we'll get through this" kisses and I also had an anon ask for 23 which was "calming kisses" both for Wildlight, so I've combined the two. I'm not so happy with how this turned out, but I've been looking at it for days now and it's not getting any better. Still, hope you like what I came up with, even if I don't. 😅

CW: Wild having a panic attack, flashbacks that could be PTSD

Terror crept up his spine and sheer dread pooled in his stomach only to climb the ladder of his ribs to grip his heart in it's ice cold grip. He couldn’t stop the shaking even if he was aware of it. And Wild very much wasn’t aware of much beyond the fear that engulfed him and the booming sounds of violence overhead.

Thunder rumbled as if the Goddesses themselves were waging war in the sky, lightning so frequent it may as well have been daylight for all anyone knew. Yet in the clouded haze of Wild’s mind, he’s back there, where it all ended in agony and in blood.

It wasn’t thunder that Wild heard, but the booming explosions of Guardian beams aimed at him and the kingdom he was meant to protect. Lasers lit up the sky and even the mechanical sound of marching, spindly legs can’t drown out the sounds of carnage and destructive terror the machines bore down onto Hyrule.

Twilight found him huddled between two beds in the stable they sought shelter at, Wild’s white knuckled grip grabbing his own hair so tight Twilight was scared he’d actually pull it out at the root. Wild’s eyes may have been open, but it was clear for anyone to see that he wasn’t there with them, not in the present.

Gesturing nosy guests away, Twilight asked the stablemaster to bring privacy screens over while one of the stable hands encouraged other patrons to the other side of the stable to leave the two in peace. Once privacy (as much as could be) was gained, Twilight was carefu to approach a rocking Wild.

“WIld-?” Twilight’s voice kept low as to not startle his friend. Although a gentle soul, Wild wasn’t in the mindset to be accountable for his actions right now, and if his mind was where Twilight suspected it was, then he needed to tread carefully for both their sakes.

After a moment of no recognition from the younger hero, Twilight tries again, this time adding a gentle judge of his foot into Wild’s bent leg to gauge his reaction, it was a technique he’d learned back in Ordon to ensure he wasn’t about to be charged by an injured goat. When he’s met with a weak whimper, Twilight’s heart broke all over again for his friend.

“Oh, Wildflower…”

Twilight somehow managed to wedge himself in the small gap that Wild had found in his panic to escape the monsters in his mind; a lull in the storm allowing enough cognition to return to Wild for him to realise that Twilight was a friend and was there to help him so Wild did the only thing he can in that moment, and gripped Twilight for dear life.

Wrapping his arms tightly around Wild, Twilight cupped Wild’s head in one hand, encouraging Wild to rest his head on his shoulder while his own work calloused hand covers Wild’s ear to try and block out the worst of the storm.

“It’s okay, Wild. I’m here. It’s just a thunderstorm, everyone is safe and the guardians are long gone.”

There’s a rigidity beneath Wild’s skin with the indecision of whether to choose fight or flight, but with no visible enemy to fight, Twilight fears that Wild may bolt in his confusion. He needs to find a counterpoint for Wild to latch onto, something to keep him grounded and in the present.

Another loud clap of thunder has Wild set to panic, tension coils in his body as if deciding that moment was when Wild needed to act, to do something, anything to protect a kingdom so dependent on his success.

The motion is halted when Twilight pulled Wild onto his lap, gentle kisses placed to his hairline as he’s faced away from the stable entrance to shield him from the view of the lightning; one ear cushioned against Twilight’s collar and the other being gently held by his partner. “Shh, now. Just listen to my heart and my voice, can you do that for me?”

Kisses like raindrops litter every inch of Wild’s face that Twilight can reach, gentle words and soft hums filled the space around them as the storm raged on both outside the stable and in Wild’s heart.

They stayed like that, with Twilight holding Wild close and safe, all the while placing calming kisses and promises of safety and love into Wild’s skin in the hope they will penetrate his very soul.

For Twilight would do everything in his power to make sure Wild never has to endure pain and destruction like he had before; he’d even fight Hylia herself if it came to it.

“We’ll get through this, Wild. We’ll get through it together, you and I”.

[happy-tree-huggers]

imagine the Reader helping Flippy get over his trauma. The reader being a calm and caring person just trying to help a traumatized war veteran recover as they sit on a couch together with a warm blanket wrapped around Flippy.

Flippy - Calm, Caring Reader Comforting Him During an Episode

Note: Decided to add a bit to the scenario, hope that's okay! Here you go!~ Congrats on being first request! Word Count: 0.7k Warnings: PTSD, panic attack episode

♡ Whether you have known about Flippy in the town for months, or merely a few weeks, you're well aware of his mental struggles as a veteran soldier. His somewhat frequent "episodes" are quite infamous in Happy Tree Town, but with your compassion (and knowledge of self defense,) you've learned to see past that side of him. Once you have the chance to truly speak with him, you can't help but talk with him every time you cross paths. Flippy himself is astounded that someone is now so openly comfortable to be around him, despite that unwanted side of him, and the two of you become fast friends. He often invites you over for tea or other simple activities, and you oblige with open arms.

♡ Over time, Flippy realizes that he's fallen for you—and it appears to be obvious to some degree for others, too. The frequent, seemingly platonic hand-holding in public does seem to catch the eye of many onlookers on the streets. He isn't surprised, either; your calming personality certainly puts him at ease whenever he starts to feel stressed... and, in the rarer circumstance that he starts to 'flip out' while near you, you've been able to eventually pacify him; which was a relief in his eyes, as he couldn't imagine what he'd do if he had hurt you.

♡ One morning, as a kind gesture, you decide to bake some muffins for him, as he's recently taught you his favorite recipe and you had wanted to try it out soon. Finally finishing them and filled with pride over your success, you pack them up and head to Flippy's place. Knocking thrice as you usually do at his door, you wait for a response, but none comes. Which is strange, you thought, because he's usually up at this hour by now. You knock again and call out for him, to no avail.

♡ Out of curiosity, you place your ear up to the door. When you hear the sound of infrequent, muffled whimpering, you immediately place the tin of muffins by the door and call out once more that you're coming in. You hope it doesn't seem rude to him, as you creak open the door cautiously.

♡ The first thing you see is Flippy curled up on his sofa, knees tight to his chest and a paw clamped over his mouth as he hyperventilates. Upon you entering, he peers over at you while fighting back piercing yellow eyes. You were swamped with worry as you shut the door behind yourself and stepped into his home. Flippy, alarmed that he could flip out any minute, among uneven breaths, warned you to leave while you still could. Deep down, you knew you couldn't abandon him like this to struggle by himself.

♡ Insisting that you're going to help him through this, you rush to the closet and grab the fluffiest blanket you could find. (Having a surplus of them was unsurprising for him, as he knitted frequently as a pastime.) You approach Flippy, who was trembling, and lightly laid the blanket over his shoulders, encouraging him that he'll be okay in the process. He clutches the blanket desperately to himself and looks away from your direction.

♡ Noticing his eyes were still a bright yellow, you sit on the sofa next to him at a distance, unsure whether or not it was alright to be too near him yet. You didn't want to make him feel trapped, or worse. You continue to reassure him that you're here for him, telling him to take deep breaths.

♡ After a while of quiet comforting, Flippy has finally stopped hyperventilating, while hiding his face into his paws. He was crying, you realize. In desperation to make him feel better, you ask if it's okay to hug him. He freezes, then nods quietly. Scooting over to him, you wrap your arms around his shivering body tenderly. Shockingly quickly, he reciprocates, claws digging into your back. You don't mind, however, as you feel him slowly stop shaking in your arms.

♡ Once Flippy recovers enough to be able to speak, he apologizes profusely, but you cut him off and tell him that you would do anything to help him. And, gladly enough, his eyes were now back to those large happy ones that you grew to love.

♡ You both end the morning with a movie (Unfortunately, popcorn wasn't an option, as the sounds it made in the microwave were quite triggering for Flippy), sitting next to each other with the blanket around you both.

♡ ...may include a confession.

♡ Then you realize you forgot the muffins by the front door.

[trauma-culture-is]

Trauma culture is involuntarily panicking and getting extremely defensive at the lightest touch and watching as your partner gets sad over causing you upset when they meant to comfort you, but you can’t do anything to explain it to them because now you’re in the middle of a PTSD attack.

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[sigmaswaist]

Dazai angst!

cw and tw for Panicked induced seizures, Ptsd, panic attacks and dazai going non-verbal

beta read and edited by @karmicpunishment :)

Osamu shook out his hands as he walked through the doors to the Ada, he had just just came back from a meeting with the port mafia, and due to the terms of the truce it was in port mafia territory, he had felt Mori’s eyes on him the entire meeting, and after. Osamu had gotten to talk to Hirotsu after all these years which was nice, but he couldn’t truly enjoy it, being trapped under Mori's eyes had made him uneasy. Even though the port mafia’s boss was miles away Osamu still felt the icy glare of those controlling eyes, he had the urge to turn back just to see if he was still there. Osamu had flopped down on the agency’s couch as he breathed out.

“Dazai-San? Are you alright?” Atsushi had questioned innocently. Osamu rarely ignored the boy, but he hoped if he did then he would leave him alone. What Osamu didn’t know is that Atsushi would try and gain the other’s attention by physical touch.

Atsushi had reached to lightly shake the man to make sure he was alright, when his hand had just made contact with Osamu’s shoulder the older’s porcelain hands wrapped around atsushi’s wrist and Osamu had quickly dislocated the boy’s wrist, As Atsushi cried out in pain Osamu had shot up and across the room, Osamu had sunk down to the floor. As Osamu sank down to the floor, his breaths quickened, he covered his eyes with his hands as footsteps rapidly approached him. He cried out and pushed them away. Osamu tried to breathe as tears quickly filtered his amber eyes. He felt the cold gaze of mori, watching him. He could practically hear him ridiculing him for being so weak Osamu tried to get a grip on his trenchcoat. His last memory of Odasaku , leaving the mafia. leaving that glare behind him, but the memories of the meeting that had just occurred kept him in his mind. Moris watch following him as he talked came back to haunt him. Osamu blacked out as he struggled.

Atsushi Watched in horror as Dazai’s body began to seize, He called for Yosano as his Wrist bent back into shape. Yosano rushed to kneel by dazai and had timed Dazai’s seizure as it came to a close, Dazai laid there for a moment as his breathing returned to normal and his heart rate slowed.

“Atsushi go into my office and grab Dazai’s box of medicine and water please.” Yosano Turned to the boy as she sighed. Atsushi did as he was told and brought out a bin full of medicine labeled ‘Dazai Osamu.’ When Atsushi had returned Dazai had shifted his body to lay down on his back and cover his eyes. He was conscious again and was speaking in sign language to Yosano.

“Thank you atsushi-kun, go back to work now.” Yosano had handed dazai the water and opened a few different bottles and handed him the contents as well.

Osamu glared at Yosano as he took his medicine. First a flashback, then a seizure and now he went non-verbal? he really just wanted to go home now.

“Did you actually take your medicine or did you hide it again?” Yosano raised an eyebrow at him as he glared at her. ‘I took it, my brain is just being a bitch right now.’ Osamu rubbed his temples as the headache started to set in.

“So? What happened? your seizures are usually physical ones, but there isn’t a physical trigger for this one.”

‘Ptsd Triggered a panic attack, Which triggered a seizure, which triggered me going NV.’ Yosano nodded and wrote it down.

“Alright, look Dazai, go home, and I'm going to tell the president that you can’t go to these meetings anymore.” Yosano scolded. Osamu nodded and waved goodbye as he started the walk to Chūya’s apartment, he didn’t trust himself to be alone right now

Tag List: @glitchtricks94 @sunnikos

[awbarnes-no]

closed starter // @marvelmyriad.

𝙸𝚃 𝙷𝙰𝙳 𝙱𝙴𝙴𝙽 𝙹𝚄𝚂𝚃 𝙰 𝙽𝙾𝚁𝙼𝙰𝙻 𝙳𝙰𝚈. She wasn't even sure why it had happened in the first place. But one minute she was fine , and another minute one of her teacher snapping at her to pay attention , had sent her running from the classroom , and when that hall wasn't good enough , home seemed to be the only place that seemed safe.

Everything seemed , off from what was happening. But suddenly she though everyone was following her. Of course nobody was following her. But that wasn't quite as simple as it always worked.

She picked up the pace to get back to the house , finding comfort when nobody was home. Good. She knew Jamie was going to be at school still , but she had hoped nobody would be home so she could calm herself down unnoticed.

But large houses meant she couldn't be sure nobody was home.

Running for the stairs , she climbed them with earnest to get to her room , throwing the door open , and slamming it shut before crossing to the corner across from the door , and sinking to a sitting position. She pulled her knees up to her chest , holding them close to her before burying her head in her knees.

❝ I don't wanna go back there . . . I don't wanna go back there . . . ❞ The words she repeated like a mantra , like repeating them over and over would make it so.

[lara-prism-light]

Trolls Never Apart AU - "The Accident" Animatic [Content warning - panic...

[doctor-loboto]

loboto is absolutely one of those people with ptsd/panic attacks who doesn’t even realize that they get triggered multiple times per day and basically live in a state of fear, they just feel dogshit all the time and assume this is what people mean when they say being an adult is rough

just like fully doing the john mulaney olden times moan while he welds scrap metal because his blood feels like dustoff again

[fnaf7801]

Description:

This is like a comic book series where you can ask questions to the characters and yes for others who are following me like VOAdam or Hailysenpai can use my comics but be sure to credit me.

Rules:

Ask the characters one time (Don't spam)

Angst is always allowed

There are some backstories that can be asked including if they are hardcore.

I will tell you about their mental illnesses.

LGBTQ+ (Respect it, please)

Blood and Gore is allowed.

Don't be mean or disrespectful to me. I will block you if I have to.

The Pizza Servers 🍕🤎💛💜❤️🩵🧡🖤:

Name: Bonnie Bunnington

Age: 30's (38 years old)

Nationality: Brooklyn, NYC

Occupation: Guitarist, and chill father.

Love Interest: Chica Clucker (Wife)

Sexuality: Straight, Alley

Kids: Wolfstep (Adopted Son), Freddy (Adopted Son), Finn (Adopted Son), Foxy (Adopted Son), Goldie (Adopted Daughter)

Mental illness: None

Personality: Chill, fiercely overprotective of his kids and wife, will get angry if someone pisses him off.

Name: Chica Bonita Clucker

Age: 30's (34 years old)

Nationality: Mexican, Puerto Rican

Occupation: Cooker, and singer

Love interest: Bonnie Bunnington (Husband)

Sexuality: Straight, Alley

Mental Illness: None?

Kids: Wolfstep (Adopted Son), Freddy (Adopted Son), Finn (Adopted Son), Foxy (Adopted Son), Goldie (Adopted Daughter)

Personality: Happy, caring, gentle, and beautiful.

Name: Wolfstep Bunnington

Age: 18 (The eldest brother)

Nationality: German, France

Occupation: Bodyguard, fighter

Love interest: Meadowblaze (ex-girlfriend), Sparrowfeather (Crush)

Sexuality: Bisexual

Mental Illness: PTSD, Anxiety

Family: Darkfoot (Biological father), Nightfall (Biological mother, deceased †), Daniel (Older half-brother, deceased †), Blizzardclaw (Older half-brother, deceased †), Snowfur (Young half- sister, deceased †), Bluestar (young half-sister, deceased †), Freddy (Younger half-brother), Finn (Younger half-brother), Bonnie (Adoptive Father), Chica (Adoptive Mother), Foxy (Younger adoptive brother), Goldie (Younger half-sister)

Personality: Quiet, sleep deprived, and hostile if any hurts or harms his family.

Name: Freddy Bunnington

Age: 15 (Youngest brother)

Nationality: Italian, Spanish, French

Occupation: Singer

Love interests: Candy Cat (Ex-boyfriend), Scourge (Crush)

Sexuality: Gay

Mental Illness: PTSD, Depression

Family: Darkfoot (Biological father), Lilyheart (Biological mother), Daniel (Older half-brother, deceased †), Blizzardclaw (Older half-brother, deceased †), Snowfur (Young half- sister, deceased †), Bluestar (young half-sister, deceased †), Finn (Twin brother), Bonnie (Adoptive Father), Chica (Adoptive Mother), Foxy (Younger adoptive brother), Goldie (Younger sister)

Personality: Strong, brave, and bold. Overprotective if Goldie gets a boyfriend.

Name: Finn Bunnington

Age: 15 (Twin brother)

Nationality: Italian, Spanish, French

Occupation: Backup singer

Love Interest: Sandstorm

Sexuality: Bisexual

Family: Darkfoot (Biological father), Lilyheart (Biological mother), Daniel (Older half-brother, deceased †), Blizzardclaw (Older half-brother, deceased †), Snowfur (Young half- sister, deceased †), Bluestar (young half-sister, deceased †), Freddy (Twin brother), Bonnie (Adoptive Father), Chica (Adoptive Mother), Foxy (Younger adoptive brother), Goldie (Younger sister)

Mental Illness: ADHD

Personality: Dumb, lovable, silly boi-

Name: Foxy Bunnington

Age: 13

Love interest: None

Sexuality: Asexual, Acroace, Aromatic

Mental Illness: Bipolar Disorder

Family: Bonnie (Adoptive Father), Chica (Adoptive Mother), Wolfstep (Adoptive older brother), Freddy (Adoptive older brother), Finn (Adoptive older brother), Goldie (Younger sister)

Personality: Irresponsible, house breaker, rule breaker, funny, and reckless.

Name: Goldie Bunnington

Age: 18 months

Love interest: She's a baby-

Sexuality: None

Darkfoot (Biological father), Lilyheart (Biological mother), Daniel (Older half-brother, deceased †), Blizzardclaw (Older half-brother, deceased †), Snowfur (Young half- sister, deceased †), Bluestar (young half-sister, deceased †), Wolfstep (Adoptive Older half-brother), Freddy (Older brother), Finn (Older brother), Bonnie (Adoptive Father), Chica (Adoptive Mother), Foxy (Younger adoptive brother)

[stellarcoachman]

Chapter 2 of Twisting Tracks Pt 2 is out!

Prompt: Solitary Confinement Summary: Ingo struggles to handle the confined space of the room he’s taken to so he can give a statement to Interpol. CW: Anxiety Attack, PTSD, Referenced Torture, Referenced Imprisonment, Referenced Injury, Referenced Major Character Death, Scars