#cptsd cw

[on-a-lucky-tide]

i think about your prisoner 627 fic daily btw i think it changed my life and quite frankly im fairly certain its what got me into nikprice Properly. altered me as a person. cathartic, almost

Thanks, bud. It's a fic close to my heart for a lot of reasons. I'm grateful I got the opportunity to write and share it.

[thisbrilliantsky]

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[wrxthfulguard]

I’ve decided to venture more into Don’s character, try to write him without mentioning his Messiah complex too much to avoid drawing away mutuals and those wanting to interact with him.

Here’s the plan (That I discussed with a few mutuals on a discord server):

- Research both PTSD and CPTSD (to help understand his personality and struggles)

- Work on Don's backstory to include how a unnamed female survivor he befriended in the woods of Georgia impacted his life in the undead apocalypse before being found and brainwashed by the Saviors.

- Do a couple drabbles that revolve around Don trying to reconnect with society by learning the mundane stuff like turning on an electric stove.

And this is going to be important:  I will turn on anon at some point, if I do get any anon hate or anything that is uncomfortable to answer both IC and OOC, I will turn off anon for a set limit of time (Or delete the message, turning it off if I receive it multiple times as spam)

[zaritarazi]

just saw your tweet and THATS why i cant remember my childhood??? like i don’t have ptsd because the therapists would undoubtedly try to get me away from my mom if i discussed anything trauma related but like,,, fucking hell. hey trauma can i PLEASE have my memory back

no. you cannot. leave it in the hole where it belongs

[samstiels-deactivated20201212]

Me: *pushes all my anxiety and negative emotions so far down that they seep out in a variety of physical pains and symptoms*

Also me: must’ve slept wrong last night cant move my neck at all haha sucks getting older

[wrxthfulguard]

(X) @hellizens​

Day two of walking with crutches: Don had almost fallen over a few times while traversing the hallways of the hotel with crutches on.

(It should be noted that he took the elevator to avoid the second floor, he doesn’t want to be reminded of what caused his fractured left knee and foot.)

Just as he was about to sit down on the lobby’s couch, he heard a faint ‘whoosh’, head turning up in time to see Alastor fall face up on the floor...

Bleeding from his abdomen... 3...2...1:

“ALASTOR!” Without thinking, Don shoved the crutches aside, letting them fall with a heavy ‘thud’ on the ground as he tried to rush over to the wounded Radio Demon, not caring if his casted left leg was being dragged onto the ground.

“What the Heaven happened?!” It was odd for the usually stoic and calm hotel guard to show ‘surprise’ in his stoic brown eyes, let alone raise his voice to yell out his ally’s name in pure concern, heart and breathing growing rapid in the process.

(In all truth, he was reminded of a very important memory of his past alive life in the undead apocalypses... Of... Her.)

He removed his jacket, throwing it over Alastor’s wound to delay the bleeding.

[fifthdimensicn-moved]

"I promise, there's nothing there. You're okay. You're safe." - Lucy for Shikishima

Shikishima stared ahead, not out into the darkness, but a thousand miles away, across the ocean and on Ōdō Island, where he'd first witnessed the horror of Gōjira, watched helplessly as he massacred the whole base of mechanics, and he, their only gunner, couldn't even bring himself to pull the trigger on the 20mm gun — the one thing that maybe, just maybe, could have allowed more than just himself and a permanently-limping Tachibana to escape with their lives. He didn't realize it, hardly even felt it, but there were tears running down his cheeks.

His breaths hitched, his jaw hung open, mouth and eyes agape. He couldn't bring himself to say anything — not a 'really?', not 'I'm sorry', not 'thank you'. Instead, he grasped Lucy's arms with his trembling hands, then let go and hugged her.

"You're real," he whispered, "This is real, right?! I'm not dead??"

@onlyheartaches

[grislyintentions]

(@icicle-dragon) -for Xiao

Xue gave Xiao a surprise hug! He felt his big brother needed one.

A sharp inhale punctuates the air as the Yaksha reflexively tensed, having not expected to be caught in an embrace. Anticipation towards physical violence gives way to matching hostility and aggression, discomfort seizing a hold of his instincts.

Xiao does not jerk away but the minute flinch in his expression is hard to miss.

"Don't-" Gritted teeth ground out the beginning of his words before the older adeptus is able to suppress the rest of the venom. He takes a shaky breathe. Then another. Allows tension to bleed out of him. There is an imperceptible shake in Xiao's hand when he raises it....to gently set his touch atop Xue's head.

"Don't surprise me like that," Xiao scolds lightly. "I could easily have mistaken you as a hilichurl trying to ambush me."

@icicle-dragon