#trauma bonded

[all54321]

Zombie Spawner V.2

Talking in a discord and had some more TCD thoughts. This time with Double Life. A bit more insight on how the games work and Scar still not doing well for it. He did just get mauled to death by zombies, so it’s fair.

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Grian is torn in so many directions as he respawns, especially since Scar is nowhere nearby. He hates the decision he makes, hates how he walks back to where they died, hates listening to the jeering remarks of the red lives. He gathers all of his and Scar’s stuff and leaves as fast as he can, his worry increasing even more since Scar is nowhere to be found. He hates what he decided even more now, Scar needed him. He pushes all those thoughts outside of his head, he can’t dwell on what he did, he just needs to find Scar now.

Grian’s first stop is their old base, Scar latched onto those pandas so tightly, after all. But much to his worry, his soulmate wasn’t there. He respawned at their base, which rules that out, and he has no idea if Scar had others. He takes out his communicator, easily deeming this too important. Grian had banned calling others during this game from the start, only allowing them if it was a non-game-related emergency. Just like in Last Life, this very much qualifies. He quickly calls Scar, worried about if Scar will be in a state to answer. Thankfully he does after a few rings but stays silent outside of his ragged breathing.

That’s enough of an answer Grian needs, he keeps his tone quiet and gentle, “Scar, where are you?”

“At- at the-“ his voice breaks and he takes a while to continue. “Jungle,” he whispers, clearly deciding to simplify it.

“On my way.” Grian had immediately started walking the moment Scar said jungle, unable to leave Scar alone longer than he needs to. “Take slow deep breaths Scar, I’ll be there soon.” Scar doesn’t respond and clearly tries to follow, but after a few tries it breaks and he loses control of his breathing again. This is like Season 7 but worse. “Okay, Scar, I’m almost there, just hang on.” He can see the jungle just ahead of him.

This time he does get a response, a weak ‘mhm.’

It doesn’t take much longer to find where Scar's hid himself away, pressed tightly against a small ledge. He looks up when Grian approaches, eyes red from tears, though he’s not crying now. Grian silently sits next to him and holds out his arms, and Scar immediately falls into him, holding him tightly as he starts crying again. After a moment of debating what would be best, Grian returns the hold, tight enough to show that he cares, but loose enough to easily break free of, and way loosen then Scar’s hold on him.

It takes a long time for Scar to stop sobbing, but keeps himself pressed against Grian, sniffling into his shoulder. Grian reaches back and manages to pull one of Scar’s hands free and drags it up to his chest as he leans away a little. He starts taking deep breaths: long inhale, hold, long exhale, repeat. It takes a moment, but Scar shakily starts following along. Grian keeps at it for a long time, even after he’s sure that Scar would be fine on his own. The way Scar relaxes even more tells Grian how grateful he is for it. He does have to stop eventually, and he does, letting Scar’s hand go in the process. Scar wastes no time and returns to the hug quickly, so Grian does the same, “Want to talk about it?”

“It just… felt like I was back there… at the end…” Scar admits quietly.

Grian tightens his grip a fraction, “I tried to save you, I’m sorry I couldn’t.”

“I appreciate the effort, it’s not your fault.”

“I distinctly remember being curious about the sound and going to investigate it,” Grian counters. He feels horrible about it so his words ring true, but it’s also a distraction. A way to get Scar to focus on the past less.

“We were only there because of the reds.”

Grian hums, a quiet acknowledgment, “Well, the reds seem rather pacified from that.”

Scar hums, curious, “Yeah?”

Grian cringes a little at the reminder but forces himself to admit it, “I got our stuff back and they were still there. They didn’t help much, but let me get it without a problem.”

Scar pulls back a little to meet Grian’s eyes, “You got our stuff back?”

“Most of it, at least. I don’t know if they stole anything.”

“That’s good,” he murmurs, a little bit of his normal self returning.

“Since we’re yellow now like the others, we should have time to just sit here for a while longer without any reds bothering us,” Grian offers. While he does know that they’re still targets, he hopes their bloodlust is satisfied enough for it to be true.

It seems to comfort Scar either way, “I’d like that.”

Grian’s only response is to spread one wing out to cover them from the outside world, letting Scar relax a little more against him, and relaxing a little himself. It won’t be long before they’ll have to fight again, but for now, they’re safe.

#my writing #trauma bonded #scarian #desert duo #again can be either /r or /p #this scene and the last were both written in a platonic way #which I will explain more about when I make an au info note for this au #speaking of some more will come out soon #tw panic attack #a referenced one at least #goodtimeswithscar #grian #double life

[dreamdropsystem]

I dislike being alone cause I feel so unsafe. My mom makes me feel unsafe a lot but she's struggling and trying and I'm just so scared I can't do much without her….

#mine #diary #vent #mom #mother #trauma bond #trauma bonding #trauma bonded #trauma #disabled #disability

[livingfictionsystem]

A lot of pop psychology gets thrown around and since I already have a headache, here's preventing you lot from making it worse.

Love-bombing: A manipulation tactic of increasing affection and grand gestures before or after doing something abusive, specifically to weasel one's way out of consequences.

What it is not: A streak of affection and generosity towards friends/loved ones.

Trauma-bonding: Knowingly traumatizing someone to take advantage of their vulnerable state, to then act like the "hero" or the one who cheers them up.

What it is not: Bonding over similar traumas.

Gaslighting: *Knowingly* convincing someone they cannot trust their own perception of a situation in pursuit of one's own narrative.

What it is not: Misaligned perception of events.

Narcissist: Someone afflicted with Narcissistic Personality Disorder, a traumagenic cluster B disorder, that struggles with self-obsession, paranoia, craving validity from the public, delusions of grandeur, and social disconnection.

It is not: Your rubbish ex that cheated on you.

Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.

-Xanthe

#pop psychology #love bombing #npd #actually npd #narcissist #trauma bonding #gaslighting

[readerviews]

"Trauma Bonded" by Sarah Westbrook, LPC

Poignant #books #bookreview #reading #readerviews

Trauma BondedSarah Westbrook, LPCDaisy Girl Communications, LLCISBN: 979-8987921906Reviewed by Paige Lovitt for Reader Views (02/2024)“Trauma Bonded” is a memoir written by therapist Sarah Westbrook. In it she shares her personal journey of enduring abusive and manipulative relationships. It began with her parents, who seem to have some emotional and behavioral issues. They were also heavily…

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#Book Review #Complex PTSD #Daisy Girl Communications LLC #Reader Views #Sarah Westbrook #Trauma Bonded

[thatrandomblogsays]

Percy: *sacrifices himself to save his friends*

Grover & Annabeth: having PTSD flashbacks

#talk about trauma bonding #lmao am I right? #😭😭😭 #if Grover and Annabeth had #a nickel for every time their mutual friend #sacrificed themselve to save them they’d have 2 nickels #pjo #pjo spoilers #pjo tv show spoilers #pjo tv show #percy jackson #Annabeth chase #Grover underwood #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson and the olympians #mine

[secretagentsagainstwhatever]

i lowkey love when ppl forget our shared trauma, like i’m so happy that your brain functions in a way that means that can happen for you <3

#idk how to tag this #i just don’t want anyone to feel how i feel #because it sucks #my sister forgot our house burnt down the other week lol #ptsd #mental health #is this relatable #i’m glad one of our brains is normal #idk if this makes sense #but it does to me #sisters #family #tw truama #trauma bonded #if i spelt trauma wrong in one of the tags no i didn’t #this is /gen #sounds really sarcastic

[deadsetobsessions]

Damian Wayne was like a duckling. A violent, stab-happy, danger-prone duckling, yes, but a duckling all the same. Which means when Danny almost got stabbed by a sleepy, instinct driven Damian, he was able to wave it off with a laugh. Damian, on the other hand, stared in horror at the butter knife firmly lodged in Danny’s arm.

“PENNYWORTH!” Danny jerked back at Damian’s scream. “RICHARD! FATHER!”

God damn, the kid had a pair of lungs on him. Danny’s wince was interpreted as pain to Damian, who gently grabbed his injured arm and started to pull him towards the kitchen’s marble island.

Danny blinked, non plussed as his hearing picked up a thundering of feet as the present family members scrambled towards Damian’s distress call.

“Wait, Damian, I’m fine. It’s-”

“You have been impaled, you imbecile! Had it been any of the other simpletons, they would have-!”

“Ouch.” Danny put his other hand in mock hurt over his slow-beating heart. He literally doesn’t care about the butter knife. He’s just impressed there was enough force in there to impale him. “Are you calling me names now? After- gasp- stabbing me?”

Before Damian could reply, the beginnings of regret, remorse, and guilt on his face, Alfred, Dick, and Bruce burst into the kitchen.

“What happened?!”

“My word, master Danny!”

“What is it?!”

“I’m fine. It’s like a small stab. Not even a big stab. I’m good.”

Dick paled, seeing Danny’s arm clutched in Damian’s hand.

“That’s- that’s a knife. In your arm. How is that ‘fine’?!”

“What happened.” Bruce asked Damian, gently removing Danny’s arm from Damian’s death clutch.

“I- I did not mean to,” Damian starts, guilt coloring his voice.

“He didn’t,” Danny cuts in. “I startled him and got stabbed for being dumb. I won’t fault him for having a defense mechanism like that, ancient knows what I might do if you guys startled me.”

The awkward silence that settled at his words made Danny twitch awkwardly.

“Uh, so, can I add this knife to my collection? Even if I didn’t get mugged?”

“Danny.”

“Bruce.” Danny stared stubbornly back. With his uninsured hand, he patted Damian on the head. He was going to enjoy the fluffiness before Damian’s guilt was no longer enough to hold him back from snapping at Danny’s hand like a grumpy alligator. Bruce loses, obviously. He’s a teenager who was also an ex-vigilante. Batman’s got nothing on a determined halfa.

“Master Danny, I must insist you refrain from getting stabbed. There is only so much gauze and antiseptic cream in the house.” Alfred returned- huh, when did he leave?- with a med kit.

Danny called bullshit because he knows there’s a whole ass medical bay beneath the manor.

“Sorry.”

“No need to apologize.” Alfred said, promptly beginning the extraction of the butter knife.

“Are you okay?” Dick asked, hovering worriedly. “He- are you…?”

Damian was allowing Danny to ruffle his hair, so…

“Yep, I’m good. This isn’t even on my top thirty most painful stabbings,” and it really wasn’t. That honor was given to the GIW and that one time Jazz accidentally stabbed him with her earrings. “That was pretty impressive, actually. It’s like, a butter knife. The other ones had pointy ends.”

“Do not clump me with those pathetic wastes of spaces. I am naturally superior and would… would never harm you on purpose.” Damian said, getting quiet at the end like he was trying to plead to Danny to believe him.

“Of course not. But- if you want help me keep the knife, you can hit me with a mug, it would technically be a mugging.”

The pun got the desired effect. Damian leaned away with a disgruntled look and Dick stopped hovering as close in order to let out a small cackle.

“Done.”

“You should go get changed, kiddo. We’re going to see Tim’s photography at the Gotham Gallery today.”

“Oh, for real?” Danny patted Damian’s fluffy hair one last time, pushing away from the counter. “Oh, I’ll clean up here first and-”

“That will not be necessary,” Alfred scolded, a mop somehow already in his hands. “Please see to it you are prepared for the day.”

“Thanks, Alfred. Can I keep the knife.”

“Very well.”

“Sweet. See you guys later?” Danny pranced off after seeing the nods.

——

“He’s… he got stabbed a lot. Before us, I mean.” Dick tapped a furious rhythm onto the counter. “Not that we’ve stabbed him until now but even once is concerning for a civilian.”

“He was used to it.” Bruce replied.

“Perhaps we should join Todd in his endeavor and ensure that his worthless tormentors are permanently out of the picture.”

“God, he said top thirty. He was counting.”

Damian silently withdrew a kitchen knife.

“No murder with my quality chef’s knives, Master Damian.”

“Tt.”

“Master Jason follows the same rules. Now, out of the kitchen. I may be old, but I remember the last time master Bruce and master Dick stepped foot in here and I will not have a repeat.”

#danny phantom #danny phantom is a little shit #dc x dp #batman #bruce wayne #jason todd #bamf danny phantom #nightwing #dick grayson #alfred pennyworth #Alfred is ninja #Damian is attached #damian wayne #bruce to the GIW: I don’t kill #behind him: a contingent of his pissed off kids #bruce: but they do #danny dropping trauma and lore in one go: lol #Damian’s way of bonding with people is stabbing #Danny’s used to ghostly violence as a way of being a friendly hello #he sees no issues with being stabbed #everyone else not so much

[alexxuun]

Vash ver (+ Meryl)! They are coping.

#don’t worry they’re trauma bonding #alexxuun #trigun #trigun fanart #trigun maximum #trigun stampede #trigun 98 #vash the stampede #meryl stryfe #vashmeryl #it can be platonic or romantic up to you

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

anyone else have multiple traumatic memories associated specifically with holidays/family vacations? because that is a topic I never see discussed in all the So You Had A Shitty Childhood, Now What? self-help books i've been reading. but for me, it was a significant thing. and the more i think about it the more it seems like this would be an (unfortunately) common experience. would be grateful to hear if this matches other peoples' experiences...

#not a shitpost #serious post #ask to tag #tw trauma #cptsd #c-ptsd #and if so we should TALK about it #because it means there are a whole group of survivors out there whose mental health regularly worsens during holidays #like i know i am most certainly not the only person who feels an undefined Dread hanging over christmas/my birthday/july 4 etc #bc too many shitty things happened during those times and now my brain is hypervigilant bc traditionally these are the Danger Times #and this seems like it would be particularly common for survivors of abusive/dysfunctional households (aka most people with c-ptsd) #because holidays/vacations typically mean 1) the whole family is together/being forced to interact #2) and undergoing external stressors e.g. travel/relatives aka 'outsiders' visiting/routines & coping mechanisms being interrupted etc #3) there is social pressure for this to be a Fun Family Bonding Experience which only highlights the cracks in the foundation #and exposes the common Everything Is Fine/We Are A Happy Family lie #4) the cognitive dissonance of feeling tired/anxious/stressed/afraid during a time when you are 'supposed' to be Making Good Memories #and then everyone is angry/tired/anxious/triggered and things boil over and something or someone goes Very Wrong #weird that i'm posting this in october when halloween is...sort of the ONLY holiday i have only good and happy feelings towards #i got lucky there #also i have positive feelings towards Labor Day but that's for socialist reasons

[callmelinamfsnow]

“I’m family”

“So. is. he”

#they’re literally all they had for each other for years #the trauma bonding of losing everyone #I love nebulas character growth so fucking much #gotg3 spoilers #rocket gotg #gotg #gotg3 #guardians of the galaxy #guardians of the galaxy vol 3 spoilers #gotg v3 #gotg vol3 spoilers #the names rocket #rocket racoon #nebula

[all54321]

Infected

I had to write a Trauma Bonded scene after this session of Secret Life. Putting summary and info under the read more for spoiler protection.

Summary: As the session comes to a close and everyone takes a moment to calm down from the adrenaline, Grian and Scar talk about the zombie apocalypse.

Or: Gem’s group got referred to as the zombie apocalypse and I had to do something for my Trauma Bonded AU because Scar actually lived through one before.

#my writing #trauma bonded #desert duo #qpr desert duo #secret life #secret life spoilers

[alouvrr]

eye of the vulture king

#ahhhh I feel like I drew buddy too innocent here. wish I could give more indicators that he is being manipulated #but all the stuff I drew felt too cheesy! #my art #buddy dawn #kristen applebees #fantasy high #fhjy #d20 #unironically that one minute segment changed my feelings about buddy so bad. evangelicals who die without questioning their faith #make me feel so tragic #trauma bonding w these two would be fun but also consider: he meets helio in the afterlife and see what a wreck his religion is and #wants to help helio out lmao #would be fun

[gummybearstastelikesadness]

When Danny enters the Fenton portal for the very first time, he still trips and shocks himself but at the same time damages the inside of the portal enough that it can’t sustain itself past the point of changing Danny’s molecules.

The electricity and damage done to both Danny and the portal isn’t something Danny, Sam, and Tucker can cover up and his parents find out immediately. They’re more concerned about their son then the portal (they have the blueprints for the portal and can rebuild it later but can’t replace their son if something happened to him) and go through a lot of things emotions regarding the existence of ghost human hybrids.

Danny’s new biology could easily be passed as meta human traits. Unfortunately President Lex Luther had just recently passed laws against meta humans. Meaning they can’t risk people find out about Danny’s new powers, at all. The Fentons decide that Danny should live with one of Maddie or Jacks relatives off grid until he can control his new abilities better.

luckily Jacks sister, Martha, and her husband have experience with a super powered child and after their son moved to the city could probably use a hand on their farm. All Jack needed to do was call.

#dp x dc #dp x dc prompt #danny fenton #jack fenton #martha kent #Danny wondering why his parents have so many relatives he never really sees #All the relatives that never forgot when Jack and Maddie hosted Thanksgiving Dinner before Danny or Jazz were born #bonding with your estranged relatives over turkey battling related trauma #Martha hasn’t let Jack visit the farm after he made the tractor sentient back in 87 #Danny discovering Superman is his farm boy turned reporter cousin and can never take any of the metropolis villains seriously anymore #Martha and Jon thinking they have a break from raising a super powered teenage: Danny showing up phased halfway through their front porch #unrelated but I’m not sure how much sense this actually makes (I’ve had a high grade fever all week and know I’ve been out of it)

[demonhuntingcaterpillar]

Can I touch lightly on this topic? Have you ever loved someone that is emotionally manipulative? Someone who can mentally play you like an instrument? Have you ever had someone step into your life and slowly remove others from it? This person could have truly loved you, but loved you in a way that was so silently violent it changed you. Then, by the time you realized it and tried to pull away, you found pieces of them stitched into every part of you.

Now imagine after painstakingly cutting them out, stitch by stitch, they are thrust back into your life. Even worse, you realize you love them. No matter how much grief this relationship has caused you, you crave their love. Their fucked up love. You push away healthy love for this weird battle of wills.

I would throw us both off the cliff too. It makes perfect sense.

#nbc hannibal #hannibal #hannibal lecter #will graham #hannigram #hugh dancy #hannibalposting #mads mikkelsen #hannibal textpost #the wrath of the lamb #trauma bond #trauma bonding #emotional manipulation #there will be a reckoning

[furiousgoldfish]

People who are starved out of conversation will approach it as if it was sacred, people who are starved out of touch experience any touch given to them as the highest form of intimacy, people starved out of gentleness will react to it as if it’s an invasion, an attempt to break them down, and people starved out of a community will approach it as if it was a minefield.

#isolation #long term abuse #trauma #comfort #furiousgoldfish #bonding #community

[classycookiexo]

#relationships #friendship #trauma bonding