STRENGTH / KINDNESS

indie temp. dash only ghastly bespoke from skulduggery pleasant. sideblog to genotypiic.  rules / verses

[tailorscarred-blog]

aasmahni‌:

              ❝    ———    and what about it ?      it’s not on you to clean up skulduggery’s messes .  ❞     incredulous ,   mildly annoyed :    ever since the aptly named desolation day ,  nobody’s quite managed to be easy - going again .    ❝   ghas ,   you almost got   KILLED   for it last time ,   remember ?    leave him be .   he’s  OLD ENOUGH  to figure it out himself .   ❞ 

starter   /   accepting   /   @tailorscarred !

“i know its not up to me, fletcher, but what kind of person would i be if i just let him go on his own?” ghastly’s always been the sort to ride into battle without a second thought where skulduggery is involved. even a near brush with death can’t cause ghastly’s loyalty to falter, though by all accounts, it should. “i can’t leave him be. you know that. why are you trying to stop me now?”

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soulcrossed‌:

          “ you  KNOW  people, though, right? ”  she’s dimly aware that she  may  be overreacting just a tiny little bit. it’s not even a  large  scratch  ——  it’s deep, but maybe thumb-width at most, and you’d only notice it if you really went looking for it. thing is, she knows damn well skulduggery  WILL  be looking for it, because he  did  make a very big show out of lecturing her while trying to  avoid  to give her the keys. valkyrie had probably been a little  too  enthusiastic and self-righteous when snatching them out of his hands, and she’d  very definitely  been a little too enthusiastic and self-righteous when driving. she doubts skulduggery will be angry, but he’ll be disappointed, which is worse, so that’s something she’d like to avoid  at all costs.  the hope that ghastly could offer a solution has kept her from panicking so far, but now she’s twitchy and nervous and can’t sit still for another moment.  “ the specific paint has been discontinued and isn’t commercially available anymore, apparently, and i  know  our usual mechanic has a reserve, but i can’t ask him because he’ll call skulduggery, so.  PLEASE  tell me you know a guy, or a guy who knows a guy who knows a guy. i’ll take  anything. ”

“of course i know people, i’ve been friends with skulduggery for centuries. i had to find someone reliable for that god-forsaken car.” ghastly sighs and shakes his head. “let me see it. what did you even scratch it with?” he’s not sure he really wants to know, honestly. it’ll take away any plausible deniability that ghastly has left, and being an accessory to valkyrie’s mistakes isn’t what he’s bargained for this evening. regardless, ghastly is already rolling up his sleeves and preparing to google how to fix the problem himself - he doesn’t want to have to call anyone, because, from the sounds of it, this problem is going to be expensive. 

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exitiumparit‌:

He hasn’t gone by the name Lucas in a lifetime or two. Really, it’s been so many years Lucas forgot that he had the same name at all, ever. It’s not until it’s said with such shock in another man’s voice that he even remembers the weight of it–

and then he’s left in a particularly precarious situations.

“Hello, Ghastly,” he says politely. “Uh, can we talk in private?”

none of this is making any sense and ghastly is thoroughly confused. this man knows him, and the experience is altogether too surreal to be happening this early in the morning. “yes, can we please?” the only logical explanation ghastly can think of is that this man must be a sorcerer too. he puts the book in his hands back on the shelf carefully and turns to lucas, arms crossed over his chest. 

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interphrase‌:

@tailorscarred liked for a Bishop starter!

“The fuck are you supposed to be?” Bishop asks. Rude? Definitely.

But’s also tired as hell. Exhausted–and hungry–and chasing after something that’s been giving him hell.

Fuck that.

“Never mind. I have a feeling you can help me. Can you, maybe?”

God, this has been a bad century, at this point.

“uh - a person, i suppose?” ghastly’s not sure how to answer that one. he’s been working with skulduggery, hot on the tail of something that skul hadn’t really explained before dragging him along into the chaos. “i - i think so? i can certainly try.” hesitantly, ghastly snapped his fingers and summoned a small flame into his palm. “lead the way.”

[bannertm-deactivated20200812]

“I am not violent. I am not malicious. I am a result.”

— Death, The Book Thief (via daniellemaries)

[ohbeauregard]

You tackled those demons.

[blackgirlsvevo]

me, violently beating back my emotions with a broom: for the last time i said shut the FUCK up

[tailorscarred-blog]

fulgcr‌ - valkyrie cain.

              she knows that she’s losing her goddamn mind. her temper was shorter and the urge to look over her shoulder at every possible turn was getting out of hand. valkyrie cain was nothing short of an amazing detective and talented whatever it was that her powers turned out to be - but she had to admit that she wasn’t a psychologist. the coffin was bad enough and the hospital was worse than what she thought - so seeing HIM in her bedroom, right when she needed him the most was more than what she could ask for.

                  a sob escaped her lips before she all but threw her arms around him. she should be worried at how physically solid he felt - but she didn’t really care at that moment. fingers digging into his shoulders and her arms tightening around him. valkyrie cried into ghastly’s shoulder. she really needed help.

“it’s all right.” ghastly sighs and holds her as tight as he dares. he’s still waiting for his hands to pass through her one day, just as he’s been expecting since the very beginning. her sobs are absolutely heart-wrenching. one hand finds the back of her head as the other tightens around her shoulders, his cheek resting atop her hair.

he knows what version of himself, if he can call the hallucination that, val has been seeing. ghastly doesn’t like it in the slightest. “i’ve got you, val. i’ll keep you safe.” if he couldn’t do it in life, he’ll be damn well certain to do it in death. 

[tailorscarred-blog]

I finished bedlam and I have THOUGHTS

[thornysuggestion]

i deserve everything that’s been done to me.

[likeprotegearchive]

“You sleep coiled; tightly wound. Hands are fists beneath pillows, clenched above cotton sheets. You are at war, even in your dreams.”

— Rest Achilles, the world will wait | p.d (via p.d vulpe)

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intothewildsea‌:

@tailorscarred

It wouldn’t be the first time that Ghastly had stumbled upon his wife lounging in the bathtub, though it certainly would be the first time that he’d walked in on her as a seal in the bathtub.  While Niamh normally could wait until she was able to slip away for a small beach trip, she’d felt uncomfortable that day, itching to slip out of her human skin.

Poppy and Eilish had both been put down for a nap, but Niamh made sure to leave the bathroom door open so she could hear them in case they woke up.  It was nice to relax in the cold water.  Her head was propped on the end of the tub, eyes closed as she let her thoughts wander.

ghastly entered the bathroom with an armful of cleaning supplies, intent on tidying up the house on his day off. what he had not expected was a seal. in the bathtub. in his bathtub. a small yelp of surprise left him and he slowly set down the bottles in his arms, coming to sit on the edge of the bathtub.

“i hope that’s niamh in there and not a stray.” he didn’t know what he’d do if there was more than one seal in his house at any given time. he wasn’t sure what to do from here. did he leave? did he stay and talk to her? did he pet her? what was one supposed to do with a seal in a bathtub? “uh - do you need anything?”

[thedeafavenger-deactivated20230]

A note on writing characters with PTSD

so I see a fair number of people without PTSD writing characters with PTSD, and one of my major… I don’t want to say problems, because it’s not really a problem, so much as a something I see lacking is that people don’t always get that PTSD flashbacks don’t have to be someone reliving an exact memory.

In fact, PTSD flashbacks don’t have to involve visualizations/linear, immersive reliving of the event at all, but people often go for the stereotypical seeing and feeling the event like you’re back there again and it is what your reality is.

When I started therapy for my PTSD, I went in thinking I didn’t have “real” PTSD because I have no visual flashbacks. My therapist immediately pulled out a pile of material to read, and the gist of the material boiled down to that PTSD flashbacks can take other forms. They can include but are not limited to:

Implicit flashbacks, or reliving just the emotions you felt at time of trauma, which might just seem like unusually strong emotions for the situation you’re in or unconnected to the situation emotions. Or, you may try to explain it as a reaction to something in your current environment and not a response to a trauma related trigger. These are super confusing and stressful for both the survivor and those around them.

Body memories, where you feel sensations related to the event without visualizations or other more stereotypical flashback symptoms. For example, phantom hands touching you.

Auditory flashbacks, which can distort what a trigger sound like a door slamming or a certain phrase actually means in the present. For example, if someone says a trigger phrase, you might hear what is said in your memories of the trauma and not what they actually say

I’d really love to see some more diverse representations of flashbacks out there for people writing characters with PTSD is the point of the post. Personal, I wish I would’ve been told about this years ago, because I felt like a “bad” or invalid survivor for being what I perceived as atypical.

Maybe people do know about this, but I certainly don’t see much about it.

EDIT: More pieces like this can be found HERE. Such as one on Hypervigilance and one on helping your loved one with Flashbacks.

[tailorscarred-blog]

“come here.” ghastly extends his arms to val without a second thought. she’s older, and taller now than she was when he used to hug her - she’s only a few inches shorter than he is. it makes little difference, ghastly knows val needs the contact just the same. “whatever you saw, valkyrie, you know i’d never hurt you.” 

@fulgcr // mild bedlam spoilers !!!

[quotemadness]

“There are wounds that never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds.”

— Laurell K. Hamilton

[quotexcerpts]

“There are all kinds of love in the world but never the same love twice.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerad, The Sensible Thing

[soulcrossed]

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▬  MINI  /  @tailorscarred , @genotypiic , @whiskeyiisms , @minismusemenagerie : i will always  &  forever love mini for bringing ghastly to the sp rpc all those years ago; it’s a small community as it is, but it’s always so much more bright  &  fun when mini is around !!  she has such a good grip on the character   &  i honestly can’t imagine our favourite tailor any other way anymore.  &  it’s the same with all the muses mini brings to the dash  ——  having her around makes any rpc a little brighter  &  more positive !!