#(unresolved trauma)

[azrielsflowercrown]

Geralt and his mommy issues

Geralt was abandoned by his mom when he was just a child, leaving him with deep emotional scars. In the books, there are subtle yet significant references to how this abandonment shaped him, particularly his subconscious search for maternal warmth.

SoD:

"She treats you entirely like an object [...] and what you feel is a projection of her emotions, the interest she shows in you. By all the demons of the Netherworld, Geralt, you aren't a child [...] You trail after Yenna like a child, enjoying the momentary affection she shows you." - Istredd

BoE:

"Always on his side, aren't you, Nenneke? Always worrying about him. Like the mother he never had." - Yennefer

Tlotl:

"He maintained the appearance of secretiveness and pride. But at night he was completely in my power. He told me everything. He paid homage to my femininity, which considering his age was extremely generous, I must admit. And then he fell asleep. In my arms, with his mouth on my bosom. Searching for a surrogate for the maternal love he never experienced. Completely in my power." - Fringilla

This passage vividly illustrates Geralt's deep-seated need for maternal care, seeking comfort in a way that echoes the bond between a child and a mother 🥹

SoD:

"'Do you hate that woman, Geralt?' 'My mother? No, Calanthe. A choice should be respected, for it is the holy and irrefutable right of every woman.'"

Geralt’s response shows his complex feelings toward his mother, acknowledging her choice abt wanting to have a child or not, while also - what seems to me - revealing a deep, unresolved pain.

ToC:

"Listen to what?" shouted the Witcher, before his voice suddenly faltered. "I can't leave—I can't just leave her to her fate. She's completely alone... She cannot be left alone, Dandelion. You'll never understand that. No one will ever understand that, but I know. If she remains alone, the same thing will happen to her as once happened to me... You'll never understand that..." - Geralt about Ciri

Geralt’s fierce protectiveness over Ciri stems from his own experiences of abandonment. He is determined to shield her from the pain he endured.

Geralt and red heads:

Several times it's subtly hinted that Geralt has an inexplicable inclination toward redheads, that perhaps ties back to his unresolved issues with his mother.

SoS:

"Geralt felt an anxiety, forgotten and dormant, suddenly awaking somewhere deep inside him. He had a strange and inexplicable inclination towards redheads in his nature, and several times that particular colouring had made him do stupid things. Thus he ought to be on his guard, and the Witcher made a firm resolution in that regard. His task was actually made easier. It was almost a year since he'd stopped being tempted by that kind of stupid mistake."

Note what he felt when he encountered his mother before in SoD who has red hair:

"He looked again, making the most of the light. Her hair was tied back with a snakeskin band. Her hair... A suffocating pain in his throat and sternum. Hands tightly clenched into fists. Her hair was red, flame-red, and when lit by the glow of the bonfire seemed as red as vermilion."

The vivid description of his mother's flame-red hair and the intense emotional reaction it evokes in Geralt suggest that his attraction to redheads might be more than just a superficial preference. It could be a subconscious connection to the unresolved feelings of abandonment and longing for maternal warmth, linking his "inexplicable inclination" to deeper psychological roots.

What do you guys think?

[aventurineswife]

anon who requested the IPC worker x Aventurine where reader faked their death :D

a part 2 would be cool, how you go abt it id up 2 u but if u would like any ideas…it could maybe have a flashback of their fakeout death and Aven’s reaction, and then flash to the present where he tries to leave IPC to live domestically w Reader, but they get killed for real in the process (i’m angst #1s lover) and now Aven is stuck in the IPC 😭

“At the end of the world, or the last thing I see, you are never coming home” | Part 2

Summary: Memories of your past with Aventurine resurface, unraveling the intense moments that led to your faked death. A flashback reveals the night you made the harrowing decision to disappear, showing how it shattered Aventurine’s world. Torn between loyalty to IPC and his love for you, Aventurine is ultimately willing to risk everything for a future together. However, when he attempts to leave the IPC, tragedy strikes, claiming your life in reality this time. Now, Aventurine must face an eternity of regret and entrapment within the very organization you both sought to escape. Bound to the IPC, haunted by memories of you, he is left yearning for a life he can never have.

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, angst, fake death reveal, intense emotions, love and loss, tragedy, betrayal, hurt/comfort, forbidden love, character death, emotional breakdown, regret, forced separation, internal conflict, bittersweet romance.

Warnings: Intense emotional themes, character death, grief, betrayal, mentions of violence, flashbacks, guilt and regret, dark themes, potential tearjerker, unresolved trauma.

A/N: AHHHH!!! 😭 THAT'S SO MEAN BUT SO GOOD TOO?! MY BABY!!! 🥺💔

(Part 1)

The memory clung to Aventurine like a shadow—one he could never shake. He could still recall every detail from that day years ago, the day he’d thought he’d lost you forever. In his mind, it was as if he were back there now, reliving the dreadful series of events that tore you from his life.

It had started with an anonymous tip. He’d been in the heart of IPC headquarters, surrounded by the opulent furnishings and hushed power plays that were his world, when he received the message. The vague words scrawled across the screen still felt burned into his mind: An unexpected death in IPC’s ranks. Don’t ask too many questions.

At first, he’d dismissed it as some cruel joke or an attempt to provoke him. But as whispers circulated, he’d felt an ache that reached far deeper than any professional ambition or loyalty to the IPC. His instincts screamed at him that something was wrong. His fingers shook when he finally demanded details from an IPC informant. They had tried to placate him with silence, then with excuses, before finally leading him to a private room where they produced a list of names lost in action. His eyes landed on yours.

His heart had shattered. And in that moment, the world he’d so carefully built around him crumbled. The IPC, his title, every ounce of the strategic power he wielded felt like a joke, a hollow nothing in the face of your loss. Days bled into weeks, then months as he clawed through records, files, and whispers, desperate to uncover anything that could prove this had been a mistake. Eventually, after countless sleepless nights and fading hope, he resigned himself to a cruel reality: you were gone.

In the present, Aventurine had all but lost himself in your kiss, his hands cradling your face as if afraid you might disappear again. But now that he’d found you, he couldn’t imagine letting you slip away. You’d barely finished promising him you weren’t going anywhere when he whispered urgently, “Come with me. I'll leave the IPC. We can start over, together.”

The idea hung in the air, and the look on your face said you wanted it as much as he did. The life you’d built in hiding had given you some solace, but nothing compared to the warmth that had returned the moment you’d locked eyes with him again.

“I want to, Aventurine,” you murmured, your voice soft with hope but tinged with caution. “But you know, you leaving IPC isn’t going to be that simple.”

He gave a wry smile, the familiar gleam of his gambler’s spirit returning to his gaze. “Since when have I ever played it safe?”

It was settled. Together, you and Aventurine began planning a final escape from IPC, the promise of a quiet, shared life filling every unspoken moment between you.

Weeks later, the two of you were ready. Aventurine had secured falsified documents, disguises, and even an old shuttle that he’d salvaged and reprogrammed to slip through IPC scanners. His heart thrummed with excitement as he held your hand, the two of you ducking into back alleys and secret passages within IPC’s labyrinthine halls, moving closer to the shuttle bay with each step.

But just as freedom felt within reach, a familiar voice stopped him cold.

“Aventurine,” called a smooth, calculating voice—a voice he knew well, belonging to his superior within IPC, one of the few who could see through his every bluff. “Going somewhere?”

A team of armed operatives closed in, blocking your escape route, and Aventurine felt his stomach sink as he saw the trap closing around you both.

“What’s this?” he asked smoothly, masking his fear with a cocky grin as he positioned himself protectively in front of you. “A farewell party?”

His superior raised a brow, her gaze shifting to you before returning to him. “Leaving isn’t an option for a Stoneheart. Surely you know that.”

He cast a glance over his shoulder, meeting your eyes, silently urging you to stay close, to trust him just one last time. “Then let me make it clear,” he replied, stepping forward, his voice steady. “I’m done with IPC. And if you want me, you’ll have to get through us both.”

In the ensuing chaos, you and Aventurine fought with everything you had, desperate for one last chance at freedom. But just as you were about to reach the shuttle, a shot rang out.

You stumbled, a look of shock crossing your face as blood bloomed from your side. Aventurine’s heart seized. “No,” he whispered, catching you as you collapsed into his arms. “No, no, please… we were almost there.”

Your eyes met his, filled with a quiet acceptance he couldn’t bear. “It’s okay, Aventurine,” you murmured, your hand weakly reaching to touch his face. “I’m just sorry… I couldn’t give you the life we dreamed of.”

Tears he’d fought so long to hide spilled over as he held you, pressing his forehead to yours. “No, no, please don’t… I can’t do this without you.” But even as he clung to you, your grip grew weaker, your breaths fainter.

When your hand slipped from his cheek, Aventurine was left cradling your lifeless form, his vision blurring as grief consumed him. He’d lost you once before, but nothing had prepared him for the agony of losing you again—for real this time.

In the end, IPC dragged him back, broken and hollow, the final remnant of his old life slipping through his fingers. He returned to the office and his title as a Stoneheart, each day haunted by the love he’d sacrificed to leave the IPC, each night dreaming of a life he’d never know.

And so Aventurine remained, a prisoner of the world he’d once called his own, but now bound by grief—a gambler who’d lost his most precious wager.

[isacksteban]

His Shadow — Strollonso

In 2016, 18-year-old Lance Stroll is on the brink of everything he's ever dreamed of — scholarships, trophies, the perfect future his parents have meticulously planned. But one wrong move during a basketball game shatters it all. Waking up after the accident, Lance isn’t just haunted by his failure — he’s haunted by the dead.

The school’s forgotten corners are filled with ghosts, but none are more captivating — or infuriating — than Fernando Alonso, a former student who died tragically in 1999. Fernando was everything Lance is too afraid to be: openly gay, unapologetically himself, and absolutely adored for it. Fernando’s short life was a bold testament to freedom, while Lance hides behind a carefully constructed image, terrified of the truth he can’t even admit to himself, let alone anyone else.

As Fernando drags Lance deeper into the hidden history of the school, Lance learns that Fernando’s death wasn’t as accidental as the rumors claim. Each revelation pulls Lance closer to the person he’s always been too scared to become, and closer to Fernando. But love with a ghost is impossible — and as Lance struggles to reconcile his feelings, he realizes he might have to choose between staying safe in the shadows or risking it all to finally live.

[ruminate88]

Haha 🤣 OR you watch a show too early, it’s got only 1 season and now you’re frustrated because you got invested into the characters and wanna know what happens next but can’t!!! Ahhhhh!!!

Also, since learning about emotional abuse, erm, I don’t wanna watch just any show. Like some of these shows are too creepy or scary 🫣 I don’t like shows that make me uncomfortable the whole time!!

I usually end up watching older sitcoms I’ve already seen… it’s rare that I find a new show but when I do, I get all in to it and watch it all at once. Not sure how to space out the episodes. I guess it’s my older addictive/obsessive personality traits I’ve been trying to change but it’s hard!!

[wordsofwisdomandsoul]

[deathtoyouandtoyours]

Sometimes, I don't want to heal. Healing almost feels like a betrayal to myself. I know what they've done, and the damage will never be fully healed. It almost scares me to think that I might forget or become numb to it. As long as the wounds stay open, and I still feel the burning pain, it's real. I can't trick myself into thinking it's not.

There are other times when I don't want to heal because people might not believe me. I've already plenty who don't, but it would be so much worse if someone saw evidence of my trauma but didn't believe me because the rest of my personality and coping mechanisms seem normal. If I stay broken, the smaller cracks are less noticable, and they're easier to explain. Obviously, a shattered window is going to have both big and small cracks and might even be missing some pieces.

Sometimes healing just doesn't seem worth it because I feel like my life should be perfect once I'm past that point. People have it worse, and the worst is behind me, so I have no right to be this way.

I don't know. I'm not sure I want to heal

[unwelcome-ozian]

[rig0rm0rtician07]

TW: grooming, SH

LONG POST!!!

I don't quite think anyone talks about what finally breaking away from the person who groomed you and what the aftermath is like.

From 13-16 I was groomed online by one man. A man who took advantage of a 13 year old girl who was mentally unstable and vulnerable to manipulation by almost anyone.

In the times this happened, I was subjected to so much agonizing mental and verbal abuse. In which intermittent reinforcement would take place whenever I'd been hurt a multitude of times by his words and actions.

There was repeated "breaking up", where often times I would be blocked for saying the wrong things, or for having episodes due to his treatment. The blocking was a way of getting me to beg, and if I didn't beg he would come back and manipulate me into feeling better.

It was a constant cycle, a cycle that ruined my years as a teenager who could've been out doing better things.

But I was isolated. Isolated with someone who never cared for me. Who's only interest was how vulnerable I was. Who gave me the most agonizing mental anguish I'd ever experienced.

Who would call me names, would say if he was next to me, he'd slap me as hard as possible for misunderstanding things I said, who would enable my addiction to self mutilation, which ultimately led parts of my body being permanently scarred. Not offering any help when I was in crisis, he was only helping me to grow worse. Because of this there was a time I landed in a mental institution because it was so horrendous.

A man who was saving up money to come see a teenage girl in another country.

A man who spoke dedicatedly of marrying and impregnating this teenager.

A man who took advantage of a teenager and mentally deteriorated her, and made her feel worthless and weak. Who made her stay up late crying until she hurled. Who played games with the way she felt as a punishment to be cruel.

A man who made her suffer in social and relationship settings, all while she has little access to therapy.

A man who texted her when she was trying to cut him off, that he would do inappropriate things to himself to old pictures she sent because he was "lonely"

A man who, if he wasn't blocked, would have seen that girl in person just a month or two before it all ended.

I will never forgive and never forget the things that were done to me. The things I was subjected to and would've been subjected to if I was more vulnerable than I was then.

I could never forgive taking a teenager who needed love and care, and manipulating her into being in a "relationship" with you.

I'll never, ever be able to erase the nauseous feeling I get seeing people in public that look like you. When I somehow stumble across things similar to you.

I will forever be searching for ways to get over the trauma and the unhealthy habits being taking advantage of by you did to me.

I will never forgive you for taking my teenage years away from me.

I will never forgive you for not being an adult.

For seeing a child as an object of desire

For hurting her and then claiming that she was abusing you, therefore questioning who she was.

For making her feel like some sort of broken toy.

For making her feel forever mangled and unable to repair herself.

And I hope you remember what you did to me until the day you die.

I hope you remember, anytime you have feelings for someone, anytime you want to pursue anyone romantically...

I hope the guilt you feel of what you did to me stabs you as hard as possible, I hope it keeps you up at night.

I hope you think about it at random, and I hope it ruins your day

And I hope the realization that you did that, and that you can never undo it? I hope it makes you contemplate everything about yourself.

Thank you for ruining my life.

[h3llgurlie]

High-key wished I could just go out and date like a normal person but my fearful avoidant attachment issues are like “nah girl what if you get used after opening yourself up like that”

Fucking tired of it, I just wanna get my clit wet without the trauma nagging me

[spoke9]

Dream Generated | "When the Music Stops"

I’ve always envisioned my dreams as blockbuster movies, which inspired me to launch an exciting new blog series called Dreams Generated! In this series, I’ll be crafting my dream prompts and letting AI weave them into intriguing stories. I can’t wait to share this fun journey with you and hope you enjoy every moment of it! My Dream (I had two months ago) On a seemingly ordinary school day, five…

[savior-of-the-ink]

Harley hears hurried footsteps somewhen around three in the morning before Sylvia slides to a stop and narrowly misses the door of his newly designed lab. The haze of sleep still veils her eyes, her breathing is laboured for the race downstairs and she looks positively panicked. Her pupils dart everywhere in the room until they settle on the Doctor, scribbling something at his desk. For a moment, Harley lets her stare, carry out whatever checkup she has going on in her head, then proceeds to ask if she needed anything. At that point, Sylvia seems to snap out of her fear-induced trance, a sliver of relief granting new focus to her gaze. She rubs her eyes as she mutters a "no, it was... it was just a nightmare", to which, after a beat of silence to catch her breath, follows no further explaination. Harley watches as she stumbles a few steps backward, getting off the door frame. It seems she will get back to bed, yet she freezes as soon as she turns towards the hallway. The darkness and silence seem to devour any familiar shape of the house, it makes her head pound too loud to think. She can feel the monsters are probably lurking just up ahead, pictures of dread already flashing in her mind. Her legs won't budge. She simply stares ahead, paralyzed. Harley comes up to her. With surprising politeness, he asks if she wants him to accompany her back to the bedroom. Sylvia looks at him with the same expression of a beaten wet kitten. He had yet to see her this genuinely upset. "Yes," she answers, barely an audible sound. "Thank you." They walk in silence, Harley's screen casting its glow on the walls. Sylvia holds herself close, almost clinging to his clothes as she trots to keep up with his pace. The Doctor emits an imperceptible hum. Truly, a most peculiar creature.

[azrielsflowercrown]

Vysogota. I know what I have to do! I'm a witcher!' 'You're an unstable young person!' he exploded. 'You're a child who's been through traumatic experiences; a damaged child on the verge of a nervous breakdown. And more than that, you're sick with a craving for revenge! Blinded by a lust for retribution! Don't you understand that?' 'I understand it better than you!' she yelled. 'Because you have no idea what it means to be hurt! You have no idea about revenge for no one has ever truly wronged you!' - Ciri

This hurt so much..

[ruminate88]

You could give up... or you could just get through today. Doesn't matter if it's good or bad. Let each tough day go, and hold gratitude for the good ones.

Healing feels too hard? That's okay. Stay with the pain a little longer then. Whatever it takes. One day at a time. This isn't a race; it's a path you're walking. And some days you'll be too tired to keep going. So sit.

[appleangelz]

nobody understands the impact this song had on me as an 11-13 year old - it’s concerning that i had this on repeat 24/7…

[deathtoyouandtoyours]

"you're an adult. I know you can't move out yet, but stand up to your parents. Don't be so spineless."

You don't fucking understand. My safety has been threatened over the smallest things. They haven't hit me as an adult, but one of them definitely would if I gave a good enough reason, and the other enables it.

The worst they've done recently is toss drinks on me or throw candy or whatever at me (which is harmless coming from one of them and ambiguous from the other) or get into some psychological or emotional abuse. That's lessened for now too, but only until we move out and they can corner me in a time and place where no one can see or hear either of us.

If I do fight back and it gets violent, I can't do anything about it. They might kick me out. I have nowhere to go. I don't have nearly enough money to sustain myself and most of my clothes are unwearable. It's winter. I could die.

So I'm glad you can do that, but we aren't all so fortunate.

[ponkydraws]

“You have unresolved trauma” ok but how do I resolve it. Hello. How do I resolve it. How do I un-unresolve it. Hey. You can’t just leave me hanging