#ptsd tw

[melodyofdestiny]

The price of escaping

Dorian walked past a mirror in his bathroom, and all of a sudden he got a flashback to that place; watching his friends while he was trapped in a maze of mirrors.

"they're all suffering and you can't help them."

"you can't keep me here forever, I won't let you hurt them!"

"by all means do try to find a way out, if there is one."

He gasped as he was back in his bathroom, he didn't want to see the mirror anymore; he didn't want to remember that place.

[noonecallsusanymore]

she was doing that which was quite unusual for her: instead of wearing a gown and walking a long hall, the silver-haired woman had her knees in the mud, looking after a squealing pig who managed to escape the arms of her embrace. for the first time in a long while, a real and genuine laugh escaped the woman's lips as she looked after her animals. she'd done what she set out to do: she'd established a sanctuary for a variety of animal species and breeds. helaena chuckled when she noticed the mud which now covered her overalls. "what a mess!" helaena called out when a volunteer came to see her now. she did not sound annoyed, though. in fact, she sounded rather chaffed. "i cannot thank you enough for your volunteerism," the former queen announced once she settled on a more serious conversation. "how are you enjoying your role thus far? you are having such a wonderful effect on our animals here." helaena only had good things to say about them.

@dontdreamitsovcr

[noonecallsusanymore]

ted beneke expected that he should not have been such a fool back in new mexico. he'd been gullible, and he'd believed what he wanted to believe. he lived in a world of delusion that was, to some extent, of his own doing. he wanted to live in a fantasy land in which he did not commit the crime that he did: that he did not siphon money from his company. that he had good reasons, even if he had actually been motivated out of his own selfishness. ted's girls did not deserve to know that their father was so single-minded, even if he had claimed to be acting out of their interest, too. ted heaved a sigh at his new job, not noticing that one of his colleagues caught a glimpse of his self-judging moment. "oh, hey there," he greeted, clearing his throat as he tried for a smile: he was successful, but the look was meek, too. "... i'm dying for a lunch break, but then again... i have not been all that productive today," the man found himself admitting, as much as it pained him to do so.

@dontdreamitsovcr

[noonecallsusanymore]

axelle was learning who she could be once she was removed from such a restrictive and abusive environment. some might conceptualize her as a monster, and she could not blame them for that: it was because of her that many people were targeted and died. however, she had her own circumstances which few others knew about. she was a beautiful woman, and her life had been threatened, too: either she participated in the violence, or she would lose her life herself. in the end, of course, she had underestimated a target, and beth was the one who made sure that axelle died, after all. axelle did not know who she could be in a new world. was she capable of peace? could she be prosocial towards others? maybe, and then again, maybe not. "i love your picture there," the young woman complimented, hovering a bit and having a look at the drawing that the person was completing in their notebook. "are you an artist? i do some drawing, too," axelle elected to share with them.

@dontdreamitsovcr

[noonecallsusanymore]

what i did, i did for the good of the realm. varys could still hear his own words ringing in his ears. he'd made mistakes, and by the gods, there were so many of those. however, he'd been motivated out of goodness and out of helping people. it was as he'd told daenerys targaryen: his allegiances belonged to the people, and not to any one ruler. as long as i have my eyes, i will use them, he had said as well. now, varys was in not only a new place, but a new time period as well. the modernity of things was overwhelming, but he knew that he had to adapt. if he did not adapt, there was no way that he would survive things. "excuse me?" the man called out, for once, not adorned in the old-fashioned robes which used to be the only staple of his wardrobe. today, he was wearing a pair of jeans and a plain white teeshirt. "these vehicles... i know that they are called 'cars,'" the man persisted, knowing that he sounded odd right now. "where might i acquire one?" he knew little of specific shops.

@dontdreamitsovcr

[noonecallsusanymore]

jenny's heels were caked with mud as she approached the lake in a wooded area of a forest. she liked to retire to such a place when she could: there was comfort around nature, and she certainly experienced it. without hesitation, the redheaded woman dipped her toes into the water and made her way deeper. jenny lowered her head into the still water, not arising until her waves of hair were soaked. she thought about her sweet prince duncan during moments like these. he rarely had a chance to simply be a human being in those days, ever expected to put the realm before himself. but every person had their own wishes and impulses, no matter how buried they might try to make them. jenny wore a wide smile when she noticed someone approach the edge of the lake. "are you joining me this morning?" jenny called out, not minding at all whether she did or did not know the person. "the temperature is quite comfortable. then again, i do not mind cold water either," she said.

@dontdreamitsovcr

[pittresilience]

continued from here {x}

Dana's voice never reaches him. The supply closet disappears beneath a cloud of dust and smoke, replaced by blistering heat and the deafening ring that follows the explosion. Every breath tastes of dirt and burnt metal. Somewhere nearby, people are shouting, but the words blur together into noise. All he can see is the corporal lying motionless several yards away.

"No..." The word breaks from him before growing louder, more desperate. "No, no... he's over there."

His hands scrabble uselessly against the concrete as he tries to drag himself forward. The effort lasts only a second before his body gives out beneath him, but he doesn't stop trying. Every failed attempt only feeds the panic. His eyes never leave the space in front of him, fixed on someone only he can see.

"Help him!" His voice cracks, raw with urgency. "He's still alive—go!" He shakes his head frantically, tears burning at the corners of his eyes. "I'm fine! Leave me alone!" Another frantic breath. "Please... somebody help him."

The plea dissolves into ragged breathing as he reaches blindly into empty space, as though he can somehow close the distance between them if he just tries hard enough. Nothing around him resembles the supply closet anymore. There are no shelves. No cardboard boxes. No Dana kneeling nearby.

"There isn't time," he chokes out, his voice breaking completely. "Please... he's bleeding... help him." His entire body is rigid with terror, trapped in the moment before someone finally tells him the truth—a moment his mind refuses to let end.

@broughtpeace

[lastgirlinfall]

my nightmares are so bad rn i feel like im 14 again #im20yearsold