#tw implications of neglect/abuse

[vixenihy]

me whenever someone brings up jfk as a kid and all i can do is weep bc he didn’t deserve to have the parents that he got

[torchickentacos]

you ever scroll past some sort of discourse that you didn't even know existed, and you have to take a second and realize that, while none of us are superior to others, some of us ARE much better at choosing which dumbass hills to die on? because I think sometimes you deserve to go 'huh. at least I'm not getting involved in all that'.

[dumbbitchenergy17]

Where the Wild Things Are - Chapter 13

Chapter Thirteen: Family Reunion

Plot: Wild men or monstrous infected creatures, the world is wild and ravaged by Cordecyps but some are raised in it and flourish becoming a wild thing.

Word Count: 3.3K

Pairing: Joel Miller x Platonic!Teen!Reader, Ellie Williams x Platonic!Reader

Warnings: canon-typical fighting/violence, injuries, harsh language, tw: description of intense injuries (DISLOCATIONS/BURNS), trauma from abusive mother, description of child neglect/abuse, GROSS MEN ALERT!

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I'm going there to see my mother She said she'd meet me when I come

I'm just a-goin' over Jordan I'm just a-goin' over home

I'm going there to see my father I'm going there, no more to roam

I'm just a-goin' over Jordan I'm just a-goin' over home

The Tipsy Bison ha a stillness that the patrons noticed the normal presence of Joel Miller but tonight it was much more intimidating as he waited there. Ellie returns holding a glass for Joel and herself, his signature whiskey on the rocks, and water for herself.

“You’re too filled with anxiety you gotta chill,” Ellie pushes the drink to him and he gives the girl a look before accepting a drink. He takes a bitter sip from it before looking out the window to the approaching sunset.

“It’s sundown,” Joel says trying to stand but Ellie forces him back down.

“Come on Joel have some faith in him,” Ellie reassures him and he huffs but settles back in his seat taking his drink down like a shot. There seemed like a sort of tension in the air just waiting for something to snap. The door to the Tipsy Bison opens and Joel relaxes seeing it is only his brother who enters. Tommy comes over to the table and pulls up a chair.

“Look I talked to Maria and the council the best they can offer is removing both Y/n and Lila from the house until we can get to the bottom of it. But if neither Y/n nor Lila give us evidence that abuse or anything is happening in that home…” Tommy hesitates to speak knowing it would piss Joel off, “They would go back to them.”

“That’s bullshit, Tommy. She goes Y/n wrapped around her finger, she could beat her black and blue, and still she would defend her.” Joel says slapping his palm on the table.

“Look I know it’s not ideal but it’s the best we can offer,” He raises his hands in defense, “I also talked to Maria about other stuff though…Joel, when’s the last time we saw Y/n’s mother?” Both Joel and Ellie give him a confused look at the absurd question.

“Just answer for my sanity.” Tommy urges and Joel thinks about the last time they interacted.

“Probably in the early years of the outbreak, we were all together in Dallas before we split,” Joel explains and Tommy nods.

“So say like…about eighteen years ago,” Tommy says and Joel unconsciously nods if his math was right yeah around that time.

“Holy shit,” Ellie says having caught on and Joel gives her a confused look before looking over at his brother.

“What?”

“Did you hook up with Y/n’s mom?” Ellie asks quite loudly and Joel shushes her looking around to make sure no one heard. “I’m serious did you?” Joel looks over at his brother with a face reading ‘Well did you?’ he sighs pinching his bridge.

“It was only a few times,” Joel mumbles, and Tommy coughs under his breath ‘Bullshit’ which Joel glares at him but takes in the implication. “There’s no way she’s…”

“Joel think about it, I didn’t even notice it but she looks like a mixture of you and her mother but she acts fully like you,” Tommy explains and Joel looks away, “You haven’t looked at her and not seen yourself…or even Sarah?” The comment of his deceased daughter makes him turn to his brother and Tommy can see it on his face. He has thought about it, it’s been on his mind since that night he brought you home from the clearing. Why does he keep blending memories of Sarah with you when you should have no place in his mind or heart? But he can’t help it.

“Let’s say she is. You saw her reaction to seeing her mother and her father, who could be her actual father,” Joel says and Tommy gives him a look.

“That man looks nothing like her, sure Lila does but Y/n no fucking way,” Tommy says and Joel sighs putting his head in his hands. There had to be a reasonable explanation for all of this. Your mother had to know who the father was, and if he was the father why would she keep it from him? Unless she didn’t learn until after they parted ways and there was no chance of reconnecting in this world. Too many thoughts ran through his head and he wanted to just be clear of them.

A loud crack fills the air and everyone in the bar is brought to the attention an edge to the room. Joel sits up straight and his gaze darts around at the other patrons who seem to freeze trying to listen to what that noise is. The doors to the bar swing open and Joel catches a glimpse of your father with a shotgun before it erupts into chaos.

A round shatters the table within the time Tommy flips the table over to shield them as Joel grabs Ellie protecting her from the blown-off wood.

“Joel Miller!” Derek shouts and another shot is fired but not aimed at them but at the bar. Joel flinches seeing the barkeep sent back dead before he hits the ground with the shotgun he tried using in his grasp. Other patrons scream ducking to hide from the violence happening before them. “Come on out Joel…I wanted to ask some advice you know father to father.” His voice calls out and Joel keeps his back pressed against the wood glancing over at the shotgun that lies just feet away.

“Tommy get Ellie out of here, find Maria, and get the girls out of here,” Joel whispers to his brother and Ellie gives him a look.

“We’re not leaving you, Joel!” Ellie whisper-shouts.

“I’ll be fine! Ellie listens to Tommy do everything he says,” Joel orders, and Ellie frowns but nods, “On my signal you to head to the kitchen door.” Both Tommy and Ellie nod as Joel grabs the whiskey glass calming his racing heart. Quickly he rises and throws the glass at Derek hitting him on the head Joel rushes to the bar as Ellie and Tommy rush to the kitchen doors. Derek fires at the doors as the swing closes. Leaning against the bar counter the shotgun in his hands silently looking to see it loaded with two shells.

“No one else needs to get hurt Joel,” Derek calls out sounding closer, “I’m dying to ask for your opinion since you’ve been with my wife. Do you think Y/n will be just as good?” Red takes over his vision as his finger rests on the trigger.

“I mean after I kill you I’ll go show the kid some father love,” He laughs cynically, “Before I then blow her brains out.” Instantly, Joel appears when Derek turns away shooting at his knee. Derek screams falling to the ground and Joel kicks away the shotgun and sends a swift kick to his ribs forcing him on his back.

“Where is she?!” Joel yells and Derek laughs already knowing he’s dead. “Where is she!” He roars.

“She’s dead even if you find her. Every raider wants her head on a spike.” Derek says and there’s a flash of silver as he tries to stab Joel but he easily pulls the trigger killing him right there and then. Emptying the chamber, Joel searches Derek finding a handgun with a few clips, and takes his neck. The patrons hidden in the Tipsy Bison perk up now that the threat was eliminated.

“Barricade yourselves in,” Joel says passing Derek’s shotgun off to one of the people that he’s seen on patrols, “Don’t let anyone that you don’t recognize.” He says before leaving the bar and seeing the chaos happening outside immediately thrown into fighting for his life. He was going to find you even if he was going to die doing it.

You fight at the restraints in the dark pulling with all your strength to try and free yourself. You bite down on the rag and pull your left hand with all your strength feeling the burn and pain as you scream. A sickening pop as your thumb is dislocated immediately swells and hurts as you scream. Sliding your hand free as it fits through the restraint, you reach over to start undoing the other strap. Only a sliver of light comes from outside but it’s past sunset which only makes it darker. With your other hand free you sit up and work at the restraints on your feet, your stomach aches with the still raw burns. The sudden pop that fills the air makes you freeze until you hear screams fill the air. Hopping off the table and feeling around for a light switch the room was bathed in light blinding you for a second. Grabbing the door handle and tugging at the door handle it doesn’t budge as more pops and screams fill the air. Looking around the basement it just looks like storage of random junk of whoever was the previous owner. In the far back, you find an old recurve bow with a quiver of arrows. Slinging the bow and quiver over your shoulder you head to the window high in the air. Pushing the table as it scratches the floor to the window you stand on it undoing the latch, easily breaking the flimsy screen where you slide the bow and quiver through before sliding out afterward. Slinging the quiver your shoulder already nocking an arrow feeling the pain in your thumb holding the bow but you push through. You are between two houses and you follow to where the window to your bedroom should be it is slightly opened and you push it further and you climb inside. You are silent as you leave the room entering the hallway on the first floor, creeping along the walls peering into any open rooms not finding anyone on the first floor but the aftermath of what you assume the raiders preparing their attack. You hear movement upstairs and you freeze aiming your bow at the stairs where you hear the heavy footsteps, a man most likely moves amongst the top floor and you map out where he’s heading. He opens a door and you stare at the ceiling where he would be, he’s in the bathroom. Stalking up the stairs avoiding easily the ones that creak finding yourself at the top landing and you see on the other end of the hallway a man with his back towards you taking a piss with the door wide open. Raising the bow you watch him finish his business zipping up his pants as he turns a rifle slung over his back. His eyes widen as the life leaves him and the arrow goes straight through his eye as he falls back crashing into the toilet. Lowering the bow you move into the path raiding him of any belongings, taking the automatic rifle that you sling over your shoulder, and shoving the multitude of extra clips into your pockets, you take his knife tucking it in your belt and he also has a handgun with only a clip full while taking a thigh holster.

“Hello? Momma? Daddy?” You hear Lila’s voice call out and you rush back to where her bedroom is trying to open the door but it’s locked.

“Lila I need you to do me a favor,” You say, “I need you to go in the closet and cover your ears for me. Don’t come out until I say so.” You hear some shuffling before she calls out again.

“I’m in the closet!” Taking the handgun pressing it as close to the door lock as possible and pulling the trigger. A loud noise fills the room and you step back before sending a harsh kick to the door and it easily flies open. Rushing into the room you open the closet door seeing Lila hidden within the hangers her hands still covering her ears. She rushes into your arms and you hold her tight pulling her back to look over her and she has no injuries besides teary eyes.

“I heard screams…and you have a bunch of ouchies,” She says tearing up and you wipe them away.

“I’m alright Lila but we aren’t safe here we have to go,” You say and you find your pack in her room loading it up with some of her clothes before putting it over your shoulders situating your weapons, the bow over your shoulder and the arrows held from your pack, you hold the rifle in your hands.

“Where are we going?” She asks looking at you in her hands clutching one of her stuffed animals. You weren’t sure where, if Jackson was compromised you didn’t know. You weren’t even sure if the others were alive. You could go back to the cabin to recuperate before heading North. Your original plan when you first met Tommy and Jesse, reach Canada and start fresh there.

“We’re heading to my home,” You say, bending down and holding her cheeks, “I need you to be brave and listen to everything I say you understand.” She nods her head and you press a kiss on her forehead.

“Okay let’s go,” You hold her hand as she follows you as you head down the stairs making sure she doesn’t see in the bathroom before stopping right before the front door. You just needed to get to the stables get Red saddled up and you were out of here. Part of you wanted to try and find the others but the little girl clutching your leg is your priority.

Get to the stables, tack up Red, head to the cabin, and then head north.

You take a deep breath removing the safety of the rifle before opening the door and seeing the empty streets before you, “Come on.” Quickly you head down the street seeing some of the bodies on the street, some are people of Jackson but others you don’t recognize, raiders you have to guess. You hear Lila whimper silently crying.

“Don’t look at them, Lila.” You order and she clutches onto the strap of your backpack as you both continue down the streets. It seemed the more residential areas were deserted or already run through as the number of raiders and Jacksonian people fought towards the main gate. Sticking to the alleys and familiar paths you took to avoid the main street when working at the stables. You’re quick and efficient in taking down raiders before they even react to you and Lila. You press against the half-wall of the market stalls glancing at the stables that were so close. You just need to get there and tack up Red and you’d be good.

“M/n!” A voice calls out your mother’s name and you flinch and you see Lila perk up about to speak but you cover her mouth. She struggles a bit but you hold a finger to your mouth telling her to be quiet and she settles. “We found Derek’s body dumped outside the bar, we still haven’t found Miller yet.” You hear your mother curse.

“Fucking find him already, it’s a small town he can’t hide far.”

“Another thing, we stopped at the house…Issac is dead and your daughters are gone..” The man says and your mother bursts into rage.

“Fucking find that piece of shit and kill her!” She roars and people rush off. Settling down until the loud pop fills the air too close for comfort and a shoot-out ensues. Holding Lila tight to you as her cries muffled in your shirt.

“It’s Miller!” Someone shouts and you perk up. He was near but you didn’t know which one, Maria, Tommy, or Joel. Looking back at the stables seeing an opening with everyone distracted, slinging the rifle over your shoulder before turning to Lila.

“I need you to be extremely quiet and once we get inside go inside Red’s pen and hide in the hay can you do that?” You ask and she nods. You wait for the right timing before scooping her up and running full speed to the stables, and sliding through the gaps in the fences of the dry lot that connects to the stables on the opposite side of the fighting. Finding Red’s stable lifting her over and she drops down into the hay quickly hiding herself among it. Red paces already on edge from the fighting happening around them you hop over the wall into Red’s pen before heading outside the stables grabbing her saddle pad, the saddle, and her reins before rushing into the stall. Red moves impatiently filled with anxiety that you feel as well.

“I’m sorry Red I know this isn’t ideal,” You say throwing the saddle pad over her before quickly adding her saddle your hands shaking with the buckles to fully attach it. Each pop of gunfire only adds more fear to you. With her saddle secure you rip off your pack and strap it on the saddle, sliding the rifle into the holster built into the saddle. Grabbing the reins trying to gently and as fast as possible to get her bridle and bit on Red seems to understand the urgency and cooperates. With her all set you go to grab Lila when you hear someone stumble inside the stables curses coming from a gruff voice.

“Fucking dick,” He curses and you press yourself against the wall hearing an empty magazine fall to the ground and the sound of him fumbling with getting the other in when you strike. You rush up behind him pouncing on his burly back and digging your knife in his shoulder. He cries and slams his head back and you feel your nose crack but hold on. He tries shooting behind him but you keep close to him as you keep stabbing at him. He slams his back on a large pillar making you wheeze in pain but you see your stabs are getting to him as life drains from him. Giving a final stab he falls to his knees blood pooling around his head. Gasping for air to catch your breath when a hand grabs your hair and you scream as they drag you out of the stables.

“I found her!” They yell dragging you through a group of raiders who send glares and look thirsty for blood. You’re thrown to the ground smacked your face to the ground as you are pinned down. There is your mother speckled in blood looking down at you beside you is Joel pinned to the ground it doesn’t look great, blood but you aren’t sure if it’s his or others.

“It didn’t have to end up like this Y/n…if only you listened to your mother.” She says almost with pity and you growl thrashing in the raider's arms.

“You’re not my mother!” You hiss and she comes over kicking your square in your ribs making you cry out.

“Stop it!” Joel yells and she turns her attention to him.

“Oh no, you want to step up as a father?” Your mother spits, “You’re about eighteen years too late.” She turns back to you.

“Where’s Lila?” She demands and you glare at her.

“I’m not letting you hurt her.” You spat and she looked indifferent.

“You think I care about her, she’s just another burden like you were. That’s why I had to get rid of you,” Your eyes widen at her confession, “You were so stupid and willing to be snuck out of the QZ to find your dear mommy some medicine. You were supposed to get infected so we had an excuse to kill you, but you just had to live.” She crouches down and you hear the cocking of her gun as the cool metal presses against your forehead. You see Joel thrashing as he shouts but you don’t even hear it.

“Be glad I gave you the family reunion you were so desperate for,” Her finger rests on the trigger and you’re unsure why you aren’t afraid. Maybe you’ve expected death for a while, whether from something simple or by infected. To be executed by your mother in front of your father wasn’t how you thought it would go.

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[generisydtoo]

⚠️TW/mention of abuse/neglect

Thinking about Stillwater prison being related to the phrase “still waters run deep” not just bc its floors run 40+ levels below the surface, but also bc it hides things (Vi being hidden there by Marcus; the abuse/neglect go undocumented)….

Also thinking about how this reflects in the Warden when how nonchalant he was about telling Caitlyn about those “chats” (using a more blasé word (and tone) that we know has more serious implications), and how this man was a representative of a larger system……….

(For reference: “Still waters run deep” means “a quiet or placid manner may conceal a more passionate nature” (Oxford Languages).

Other definitions of the idiom:

“[phrase] said about a person who says little, but who might, in fact, know a lot.”

“A placid exterior hides a passionate or subtle nature.”

[toaspireintodarkness]

"Welcome to the freakshow."

League of Villains x reader?

⚠️TW: Blood, vomiting, neglect/abuse, implication of murder ⚠️

I have no idea what this is-- I had this idea and it just-- yeah.

SLAM.

You could hardly breathe. Blood was all over your hands, splattered all over your clothes as if you were a painter just getting done with a masterpiece. But what you had done was far from a masterpiece. You hadn't meant to. It had just happened—

Oh, face it, you had meant to.

You couldn't take the way they treated you. You couldn't take the way you were treated as if you were an abomination to human kind. It wasn't your fault you were brought into this world. It was their fault. You didn't ask for this life. Ha, you were better without it! It was a living nightmare that never ended. A maze you were stuck in, always turning to the monsters lurking in the shadows.

But now you were the monster.

You were in some strange place, a warehouse that hadn't been used in a decade or more. Dust bunnies lined up in armies, waiting to attack and you wouldn't be surprised if there were spiders and God only knew what else was in here. There was a smell, one that conflicted your nostrils. It tickled your nose, freeing it from the metallic and morbid smell of the crimson staining your body. Cigarettes were one thing, but the faint smell of cup ramen was making your stomach churn in ways it should not. You staggered for a moment, leaning against a palete of old bulk products. You rested your forehead on your arm, your throat tightening as a burning sensation crept up your throat.

"Who the hell is there?"

The voice was low and rough. If a corpse had a voice, that's what it would be. You couldn't answer though. Not without emptying your guts everywhere. 'Oh god, what have I done,' was the only thing running through your head. You should've just ran away. You didn't really need to end their lives, did you? Did they really deserve it?

"Crazy, go check it out."

"Why am I—"

Suddenly, everything it was blurred out as the only thing you could hear was the sound of your own vomit pouring out like a waterfall. Only difference was that it was not pretty and serene. You hadn't even noticed that an ash blond girl, she couldn't be no older than seventeen, was staring rather curiously. Her piercing yellow eyes were dancing over your vulnerable form, her lips curling into a smile as she took in the sight of all the blood.

"Is that your own, or someone else's? Did you kill someone? Oh, look at your hands! You killed someone!"

You killed someone.

You killed... them.

You emptied more out of your stomach, choking back on it. "S-sto–" You gasped for a breath of air. Mucus had filled your nose. You had no choice. It was the matter of survival. The matter of your sanity—or did you even have sanity anymore?

"Toga, I asked what the fuck is..." The rough voice had trailed off before staring at you as well. To him... you looked pathetic. You had blindly found one of the most wanted villain groups while running from whatever the hell it was. He gave a sigh an stepped closer, avoiding stepping into your vomit. His hand grabbed the back of your head, jerking it back so you had to look up at him.

He had darkened turquoise eyes that were small in comparison to his eyes, lacking any light at all. His skin was split by deep purple burn scars that was hanging on by staples that so desperately needed changing. His black hair spiked in every which direction, but it didn't look as though it had gel. The right side of his nose had three piercings, and his lobes were pierced along with the top outer part of his ears.

Now, he did look like he would be a monster lurking in the dark.

"How did you find us?" It was a simple question. You should've been able to answer, but your throat was still sore from emptying your stomach. You still couldn't breath properly.

"I don't think they meant to!" A man wearing a black and grey mask piped up, peeping around the palete. He then pointed an accusing finger at you. "They're a double agent!"

"Shut up!" The burnt man narrowed his eyes at you. His eyes were scanning yours, and while he expected something to be underlying the fear and guilt, he found nothing. However, that didn't mean you were to be trusted. His grip on you slackened. "You need to breath. You'll asphyxiate at this point." You shook your head, and you tried to calm down. You would get to a certain point before what you had done flashed back before your eyes and you were back to gagging.

"I think this was their first kill," Toga gushed. "I remember my first kill. It tasted so–"

"Not helping, Crazy!" Dabi had to skitter back upon bodily fluids leaving your mouth to avoid it getting on him. He sure as hell didn't want to get covered in vomit. He bent over, though cautious of the disgusting liquid that layer the floor. "Listen to me. Whatever reason that you had to do it, you had to do it. It was you, or them–hey! Listen to me!" Dabi grabbed your shoulders, pushing you against the palet and holding you up. "Society will run over you. You did what you had to. You stood up for yourself. You defended yourself. Sometimes we gotta do things that we don't wanna do to survive. It's how our fucked up society works."

You had stopped leaking tears and the nausea had slowly faded, leaving nothing but the raw feeling over your body. You mustered the smallest nod. You still didn't speak—you didn't trust yourself to. Dabi released you, taking a step back. He even checked his shoe to see if he had stepped in one of your puddles, and thankfully, he hadn't. "So you were just running away and found us. Fucking coincidence," he breathed the last part.

"I think it's great! They could be one of us, dont'cha think, Dabi?" Toga reached forward and grabbed your wrist, pulling you to her. You tried to be mindful of not stepping in your own mess as you were pulled into a tight side hug. "Look at'em! They're so cute! Especially covered in all of that blood, it really makes you stand out," Toga gushed. "Do you wanna join the League? You'll fit in great!"

"They'll fit in great alright," Dabi remarked. "Shigaraki will have them dusted the minute he finds out that they can't kill without having a breakdown." Toga's grip tightened.

"But it was their first time! You can't tell me that your first wasn't emotional!" Dabi's stoic gaze said it all. "We can help desensitize them."

"You're annoyingly persistent." Dabi's gaze went back to you. "What do you think about heroes?" The way that 'heroes' fell off of his tongue was icy. It was sour as if he had taste of something bitter on his tongue.

What did you think of heroes?...

You looked down at first. The blood had dried and stained your hands. Over the years... heroes had a chance to help you. All of your teachers did. Your friends had the chance to help, even. The one store keeper on the end of the street who always gave you a discount out of pity. Your neighbors who heard everything that went on, because walls were paper thin.

Dabi was right. You had stood up for yourself. For once in your life, you had stood up for yourself. You had gained your long deserved freedom. You were free as a bird... and despite the crimson substance on you... you couldn't help but to feel relief. You felt happy. You even let out a bittersweet laugh, raising your eyes to meet theirs.

"They've never done anything for me... so why should I care about them? All they care about... is themselves." Dabi had the smallest smirk form, though it only lasted for a brief second as Toga did a small dance and cheered before latching onto you again.

"We're gonna get along just fine!" Dabi started to turn, taking a step away before looking back over his shoulder.

"Welcome to the freakshow."

[enby-jellyfish]

I Am Venus God.

Arthur Shelby X GN!Reader (POC friendly)

Pronouns: You/Your

Summary: You meet Arthur at your lowest, now the time has come to see him at his.

Warnings: TW PSYCHOTIC EPISODE, TW PSYCHOSIS, religious themes, marital neglect, mentions of substance abuse (alcohol and unspecified drugs), cursing, period typical ignorance to mental health issues, possible OOC Tommy, angst

Word Count: 2108

A/N: Inspired by that one scene from Queen Charlotte :)

Aside from your new husband sneaking off to various pubs and working in an actual gang, your marriage has been going smoothly, even if how it came to be was anything but.

The marriage in question was arranged by his brother, the fearsome gang leader Tommy Shelby. Your father's bakery had been struggling a lot, so he did what any desperate working man in Small Heath does and went to the infamous Peaky Blinders for help. Surprisingly Tommy accepted your father's plea with the condition that you had to marry the eldest Shelby.

You were furious when you heard the news, understandably so. How dare they basically sell you to a man you've never seen, but whose reputation precedes him. You, like anyone who has not been living under a rock these past few years, have heard horrible stories about the Peaky Blinders. They are cheats, liars, and most importantly, murderers. And Arthur Shelby is said to be the cruellest of them all.

Your fiancé.

On the day of your wedding, you had tried to escape. Emphasis on 'tried', you had been caught before you could. By none other than your future husband himself. You had tried to convince him to help you escape, not knowing who he was, lamenting about the monster you thought your fiancé to be.

"I'm afraid i can't help you, love." He had stated.

"And why not?" You had questioned, exasperated by his quick refusal to help you, someone in clear need.

"Because I'm the monster you're supposed to be marrying right now." He had given you that awkward smile you will come to adore.

After that he had given you a choice, something his brother and your own father had refused you. You could choose your future now, and surprising no one more than yourself you said the words 'I do." a few moments later.

During your honeymoon you had gotten to know him better. You had eaten, drunk, slept, and danced together. But most importantly you had talked. He was not a man of many words and would stumble over his words anytime the conversation would go deeper than 'How did you sleep?'.

Despite this he tried. He confided in you about his youth, the war, his family, and his relationship with God. He spoke about how he used to not believe, and how that changed when he met a woman, Linda. She had shown him 'The way of The Lord', and helped him find comfort when he had none. Anytime you would try and ask what happened to her, he would get a weird look in his eyes and change the subject. Your current working theory is that she either left him or is dead. You don't want to think about the further implications of either of those options, considering the whole crime family situation and all, so you stopped asking.

Ignorance is bliss after all.

Said bliss came to an abrupt stop after the honeymoon though. Tommy had called his brother back to work and so you were left alone in the house. It is a nice house, by the countryside, beautifully decorated with all sorts of knick-knacks, and a big garden. Normally you wouldn't have minded being on your own, and you didn't at first. You had your books, your garden, and when he came back from work, you had your husband.

However the time he spent away got longer and longer with time, and when he was home he was... distant. Whatever Tommy made him do caused Arthur to slip away from you. He started spending more time with a bottle and other substances, you don't even want to know what they are, than with you. Sometimes you didn't see him for days, or even weeks at a time. It was heartbreaking, to see the man you had learned to like and even love so stressed. You had only just gained him, his trust, his love, and now you were losing him.

Tonight, you are awoken by strange noises from the other side of your bedroom. At first you assume it is Arthur, coming back home under the influence of God knows what, and you are indeed correct about it being Arthur, but when you sit up you immediately notice something is off about him.

Confused you watch as he scratches something into the wall using a palette knife, muttering incoherently to himself. You try calling his name. No response.

You try again, a bit louder this time. "Arthur, is that you?" He still doesn't respond so you get out of bed, wrapping your blanket around you and lighting the candle on your nightstand. You walk over to him, trying to understand his ramblings in the process, but you can't make sense of any of it.

"Arthur."

Suddenly he stops his repetitive muttering and scratching. He drops the palette knife and stumbles around to face you. It's like he's looking right through you. He starts walking towards the door, not sparing you another glance. Concerned you follow him.

He walks quickly and stiffly, continuing his muttering, you can vaguely make out the words 'Show yourself.'. It's like he is so sure of where he is going, yet unaware of anything around him. He moves out of your bedroom, down the stairs, through the living room and exits the house. You have to jog to keep up with him. The two of you are now in the garden.

"Arthur! It's cold. You're not wearing shoes." He is running now.

You hear him before you can catch up to him. "I see you! God, your angels. I see you!"

See who? What? And oh, oh. He is undressing now. The few clothes he was wearing are now flying through the air while he keeps shouting at the sky. "I see you! I see you! My Lord, my angel, I'm here. I'm here!"

You have never seen him like this. He has had outbursts before, sure, but they were out of anger, never this.

"I feel you, talk to me!" He exclaims, falling to the ground, pale knees turning black from the dirt.

"I knew you would come. I knew it." He stood again, reaching his hands up to the sky.

"Yes! They will see. I know. Yes!" It stunned you, seeing him like this. You think back to the times you've seen him drunk or high, but this behaviour doesn't match anything you've seen him on before.

"It is God. Do you see it?" Is he speaking to you? "Say hello! Hello, God!"

"Arthur." You finally will yourself to speak.

He gasps, looking back to the sky, but doesn't respond.

"Arthur."

"Arthur."

Finally he turns to face you. "It is God. Say hello."

"No. I am God. Right here. I am God." The words slip from your lips before you can stop them.

"You are God?" Now he is the stunned one. "Yes." Perhaps indulging whatever this is may be the best course of action for now.

He lets out a gasp, bringing his hands up to cover his mouth. "You are God?"

"Yes. And God is going inside. You need to come with me."

"All right. I thought..." Another gasp. "I thought you were in the sky." He looks back up, confused.'

"I was in the sky, but now I am going inside. Into our house."

"Here. Here." You wrap your blanket around him, feeling the goosebumps on his arms as you do so. "Come on." You gently lead him towards your house.

“God… is indoors.” He says it more like a question.

“God is indoors. With you. I am with you.” You affirm.

Once inside you sit your husband on the couch and tell him to stay there while you go and fill up the tub. He just nods, staring blankly ahead.

You adjust the blanket on his shoulders and move to put on the kettle. While waiting for the water to boil you pick up the phone and dial Tommy's number, that fucker has some explaining to do.

He picks up after the first ring, odd, considering it's the middle of the night, but you are not going to question it. “Get over here, it’s Arthur.” You hang up before he can get a word in.

You fill up the tub with the hot water, adding colder water so it won’t burn. You fetch Arthur and he allows you to move him into the tub. Gently you start scrubbing away all the dirt, sweat, and tears from his body. Gently running the sponge over his seemingly perpetually bruised knuckles. He is shaking, mouth moving without making a sound, staring into nothing.

When you finally manage to get Arthur clean and dressed his brother barges into your bedroom. Tommy quickly addresses you before starting to march over to his brother, who is now sitting on the bed.

"Tommy." You block his way. "What is this? What is happening?" He sighs out your name while rubbing his hand over his face. Like it is exhausting to even be in the same room as you. How fucking dare he.

"Thomas!"

You have never raised your voice at him before, you haven't dared. He looks at you, finally he looks at you. You don't think he has ever looked you in the eye before.

“What has happened to my husband?”

He sighs. “It’s just The Flanders Blues, he’ll get over it.” He says it in a way that, if you hadn’t seen what you had that night you would have believed him.

You laugh at him. “Don’t bullshit me Thomas, I’ve seen shellshock this,” you point at your husband, he hasn’t moved an inch. “, is not that.”

“He was talking to the sky, Tommy. I-” Your voice breaks and you have to give yourself a moment to take a breath. You will not cry now.

“Yeah, and what difference does it make, you wouldn’t have married him if you knew.”

“I didn’t want to marry him in the first place, the whole idea of this marriage was against my will.” You take a breath, trying to calm yourself. “But if I have to be married, if I have to leave my home, my family, my life, it can’t be for a man I don’t know!”

“You should be grateful; your family is well provided for, and you could be doing so much worse, so what if he is mad!” He moves his arms exasperatedly.

“I don’t care about his sanity, I care about his happiness, I care for his soul. Let him be mad, if mad is what he needs. We are done, get out of my house.”

He looks at you with an unreadable look on his face. “Take care of him.” With that he leaves. You watch him leave, a mix of confusion and relief washing over you.

You hear Tommy’s car leave and only then you release the breath you’ve been holding. Hearing movement behind you you turn around, seeing Arthur move from the bed to the ground, sliding himself under the bed.

“Arthur?” His odd behaviour makes you worried for another outburst.

“It’s quiet here.” You close your eyes and nod your head, accepting that this is what he needs right now.

You move towards the bed, kneeling to the ground. “Is there room for one more under there? I could use some quiet too.”

He doesn’t respond but hear shuffling sounds and take that as permission and get under the bed with him. He is right, it is quiet down here.

“This has been an… exciting night, hasn’t it?” You look over at him, he looks calmer now, like he is actually here. “…Are you feeling better now?”

He nods. “Thank you, I’m sorry you had to see that.” His voice sounds hoarse. You think back to his screaming before, he sounded so desperate. Desperate to be saved, to be seen.

You swallow the lump in your throat. It broke your heart, seeing him like that, him apologising is just the cherry on top. You slowly reach over and grasp his hand into yours

“Thank you.” You aren’t exactly sure what you are thanking him for. Not letting you escape your wedding perhaps? Because despite everything that happened tonight, you are grateful to have him with you, right here, right now, under your bed, hiding from a deity in the sky.

“I love you.” You bring your intertwined hands to your lips and kiss the back of his hand.

“I don’t deserve you.” A tear rolls down his face. You use your free hand to wipe it away, cupping his cheek.

“Have me anyway.”

Masterlist

Thank you for reading <3

[hyperfizz]

Lore for my au because ppl are confused 😕

So, I'm gonna explain the entirety of my Raising Products AU

TW‼️ Mentions of Abuse, Child Neglect, SH, SA, Drug usage, sex implications, and more

Cobs grew up in a pretty shit household, his parents never really paid attention to him, and if they did, they were yelling and abusing him. He was always picked on in school, etc.

When Cobs created his first real product that was able to sell on the market (Meeple I Computer), he was able to move out and settle into a decently sized house.

He continued to explore and experiment with his products. He eventually ended up creating Macintosh. After selling his Meeple products, he decided to try something new.

Cobs decided to experiment, and with much effort, he made one Macintosh sentient. The Macintosh had basic features, like looking around and being able to process and say words.

After making new products, after a while, he decided to revisit his sentient experimentation, after putting Macintosh away and in a closet. This time, Cobs decided to experiment with something called a Message Pad. After creating a few Message Pads, finding them unsuccessful, he decided to tinker with the sentience of an object.

Now, not only did one of Cobs's products have the ability to look around, speak and process more complexly, but the product had limbs, and was life-sized!! This was a breakthrough for Cobs, and he decided that he was getting better at making objects quite sentient. He decided to add even more features, like a jack (wire thingy like the ones on headphones) tail.

As he created more products that sold, he was too busy to tamper with sentiency and things like that. Message Pad eventually died to circuit-boars frying that was unfixable.

Then, Cobs releases the MePhone1. It was such a a hit, that he decided that it would keep customers busy and distracted for a while, so he could work on making MePhone1 life-sized and sentient, making sure to add more emotions and more complex thought processors, sensors, etc.

He continued repeating this process over and over again, and didn't stop until 4S. He still made other MePhones to sell, of course, but he stopped making SENTIENT phones after finishing 4S.

MePhone1 and 3G wasn't really talked to much, they were truly only used for experimentation. 3GS was a big deal, though, and Cobs made sure to interact with him a lot.

MePhone1, 3G, and 3GS were sent out to get the egg that he needed for his next product, MePhone4. Cobs said that this was going to be his best product ever, and that he needed them to get it at all costs.

1, 3G died of course, and 3GS came back. Cobs was satisfied, and took the egg to make MePhone4. 3GS wasn't needed anymore, and was put into a closet with Macintosh for safe keeping.

The three boys, MePad, 4, and 4S, were made. Cobs instantly enjoyed their presence, and made it his goal to protect and raise them.

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Beaker and Radio (not my OC, it's my husband's sona!!)

Beaker grew up in an absolutely awful household. Her parents told her she was worthless, abused her mentally and physically, were very harsh, and sometimes made her sleep outside. Beaker was an unexpected child, and she was unwanted. But Beaker's parents wanted to flaunt that they had a child before any of the people they knew. So, they reluctantly kept Beaker.

Beaker never had any friends, was even bullied at school. She never talked to anyone. She always used stimulation, self harm and self abuse, and humor to cope. She tried to commit once, but her parents stopped her immediately, telling her that her parents would kill her themselves if they saw her do anything like that again. They needed to brag .

Her parents needed to fucking brag about Beaker getting all As. Never failing. They needed to brag. It gave them status. It made them powerful. And they didn't care what Beaker felt.

Beaker eventually got enrolled into a very high-class collage, and took a job as being a Pharmacist. This was always her life long dream.

Once she got the job, she occasionally smuggled drugs to help her cope. One late night, when she was attempting to smuggle a drug that she would try to use to commit, she got caught by a coworker. She was fired on the spot, and was left with a warning by the Pharmacy industry, and police.

Beaker eventually became so depressed that she didn't even try to get a job anymore. Her dreams were crushed. She was avaiding taxes. The only other thing that would be worth living for, is to meet Cobs, who was her idol since she was in middle school.

One day, after another failed suicide attempt, she was transported to HFJONE and into the plain to compete. She was so excited, she needed to win. She needed that wish.

That's when she met Radio. Dio was her first ever friend, and she was so happy. She mistook her love for Dio as just excitement, and just ignored it.

Dio and Beaker eventually got eliminated at the same time as one another during a double elimination. Beaker was devistated. Not only did she lose the prize that she needed in her life, but she lost Dio, the most important thing in her life.

She tried looking Dio up, everything she could. She had no luck. That night, she went to a bar. She eventually got into a fight with someone for being to teasingly hurtful, and ended up loosing a large chunk of skin on the top of her head, all the way down to where her lips stops. She lost her left eye and left hand due to the fight from a shattered beer bottle.

Beaker ended up having to sew and patch up herself because she couldn't afford to go to the hospital. She wore a bandage for years. She sewed her eye shut, as well as her hand. She made a metal fake hand to attach to her stub. Thank goodness she went through so many engineering classes. After that, she decided not to go to that bar anymore.

She instead started going to a bar one day, that just so happened to be the same bar that Dio worked at, which she didn't even know. They got so excited, talked until closing time, and exchanged numbers. They talked a lot, and practically spent every day together.

Eventually, Beaker decided to go to a Meeple tour. Beaker finally found herself in front of Cobs, her idol. She was so excited and flustered that she said something along the lines of "Oh my god, it's really you!! I-Ive been such a a huge fan of you since I was in middle school, I'm practically obsessed!! I've looked at everything about you!!" and was just overall really creepy. Cobs fake smiled, and just said for her to get out of his office.

Beaker kept going to his office every day, trying to apologize over and over again. It eventually got to a point where Beaker wouldn't stop loving on Cobs that he had to call security. She always managed to get past security somehow.

Beaker finally got to her breaking point, realizing that Cobs would never love her. Nothing ever worked. So, she accepted it. Cobs offered to help Beaker with her mental issues, since she was never able to talk to anyone else. He also offered to become her father figure. She cried and accepted.

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Beaker eventually went to Dio's house, and told him everything. Beaker revealed that she was blind the whole time, and she actually loved Dio the whole time. Dio confesses that he has always felt the same. Beaker then married Dio, and moved in. She told the news to Cobs, and he was pretty happy for them.

I don't have Dio's lore right now, my husband didn't make it sigh :(

[androgynealienfemme]

Tw for discussion of emotional incest and abuse in a lowkey analysis of Rick and Morty below please don’t read if topics like child abuse triggers you //

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Anyways since R&M is back I ventured into the tag and saw people complaining about the incest shippers in the fandom which like fair that’s definitely something super uncomfortable for most people to see and like listen obviously no one has to like it but I also see people confused why and like uh.. guys unfortunately for you it’s literally been an underlying subtext built into the relationship between the duo on the show since day 1. lt’s been both jokingly and partly seriously implied by both the creators and multiple writers throughout the years and you can look this up 😭 You don’t have to like it but it’s uh… not fully baseless by the shippers.

Going full serious analysis here the relationship between Rick and Morty is emotional incest. Like full stop. And while emotional incest doesn’t inherently involve csa, both can happen at once.

Emotional incest in family psychology is when a parental figure and child relationship is built on a lack of boundaries, typically emotional boundaries. When the child has to carry the burden of the parental figures emotional needs. It’s a form of emotional abuse that many people have experienced with one of their parental figure in their lives. It’s traumatic and leads to serious psychological effects for the child as they grow up. And it fits Rick and Morty’s relationship to a T:

“The child feels like they have to care for the parent’s emotional needs, sometimes at the expense of the relationship with the other parent and/or siblings.

The child seems overly mature for their age due to parentification (the parent treating the child as their parent instead of the other way around).

The parent panics or seems jealous when the child has a romantic partner or close friendship that doesn't involve the parent. In extreme cases, the child doesn’t develop any other close relationships.

The child struggles with emotional neglect despite the seeming “closeness” of their bond with their parent. Childhood emotional neglect can have disastrous consequences, including problems in school and an increased risk of depression , anxiety, and poor self-esteem- not only later in life, but in the actual moment

The child claims that the parent is their best friend but also seems to hate the parent at times and feels obligated to be there for them.”

This is literally the relationship between Rick and Morty particularly in the earlier-mid seasons. They don’t have boundaries. Ricks literally created the Morty’s not to. Morty does everything for Rick and is terrified of him leaving. Rick is emotionally, psychologically, and physically abusive to Morty on multiple levels. Rick consistently violated Morty’s physical boundaries. In many ways Rick adultified Morty. He pulls him out of school, cuts him off from healthy relationships and gets jealous when he likes or admires other people. They are emotionally enmeshed. And that’s not even getting into the many implications built into the existence of the citadel of ricks and it being an entire society built on nothing BUT versions of Ricks and Morty’s.

And even while our main Rick starts to become a more healthy character and build healthier relationships with his family as the show goes on, these elements between the duo continue to stay. Particularly post the crow arc as Morty obviously struggles with the constant anxiety about Rick leaving him emotionally. In the fear hole episode, he literally feared Rick leaving him for a version of his dead grandmother.

The effects of emotional incest btw:

“Role confusion. The child doesn’t know what their role is in the family. They might feel like an important confidante, a best friend, or their parent’s therapist.

Difficult relationships. The child may grow up to be unsure of what healthy, normal boundaries are between children and adults or between adults.

Continued covert incest. An adult child of an emotionally incestuous parent might continue this unhealthy relationship with the parent well into adulthood and feel obligated to please the parent at all times. This misplaced loyalty can cause extreme tension between an adult, their spouse, and the rest of the adult child’s family.

People-pleasing. Because of their role in providing emotional support and closeness to their parent, these adult children might end up in similar relationships where they provide the same unreciprocated support to romantic partners and friends.

Ignoring their own feelings. Children in this type of relationship learn that it’s the parent’s feelings — not their own — that matter.”

Notice any of these in Morty?

So with all that…

it’s not a surprise some people want to explore these darker themes and elements. It’s also not a surprise some others want to romanticize it either as the taboo has always been romanticized by people in fiction. “Incest” as a subtextual theme and emotional incest as a textual theme is actually built into the show and people are going to want to explore it. You don’t gotta like it! It’s obviously not a pleasant topic for most to want to see. But like… don’t be surprised this topic keeps appearing in the fandom.

[diabotsis]

⚔︎RULES & MUN⚔︎

(blog wip. heres the verses page for now)

General blog TWs: emotional/physical/psychological abuse (People and Pokémon), neglect, misogyny implications, violence, potentially graphic descriptions of violence, murder mentions, harsh language, ableism implications, religious iconography, blasphemy, vague political implications, muse who is generally an asshole

I'm Mildew (he/it 25+), welcome to my RP sideblog for Ghetsis from Pokemon. The blog this one leeches off of is @aelirus I wrote Ghetsis for a while in short-form RP back in 2016, and never in long form despite being super invested in him. So, here's where I'll be doing that. I'm a pretty friendly person, I try to write with and befriend a broad range of people... with exceptions for the usual suspects (don't be a pos and dont be a creep. I'm looking at you, people-who-write-nsfw-with-protags.) I can be shy reaching-out first, and maybe tend to talk too much when I think it's okay. Never worry about annoying me or telling me off, I've dealt with it all and I can establish boundaries if needed/respect others' boundaries. Thanks for reading.

⚔︎RULES:

Here are rules that are specific to Ghetsis' blog, as he will be played a bit differently than my Cyrus blog (@aelirus):

While Ghetsis is a very interesting character, he lacks the same amount of depth my other muses have. For this reason, he's going to be used more for the purposes of events and conflicts. Don't expect a lot of growth out of him or character arcs (although not entirely off the table in highly select cases.)

As an addition to that rule, I probably will have lower activity with Ghetsis and simply use him when the need arises. (That being said "lower activity" for me is a mystery. Because I love to talk and write.)

As another addition to the first rule, you can absolutely feel free to use Ghetsis as a set piece for events/conflicts. He is the "biggest bad" there is. Thanks to alternate universe fuckery that I subscribe to, I can even allow him to be defeated in a myriad of ways or timelines. I have one condition with this: "Defeating him" needs to have meaning, and make sense. If I feel like he's being pushed around or being underestimated OOC, I will try to nudge things back in the right direction. If that doesn't work, I'll tell you directly in DMs, and I might lose motivation for the idea altogether. Work with me, please. I would much rather your character have an interesting story to tell.

I should probably put this on my Cyrus blog too, but: Ghetsis is a STRATEGIST. He knows Pokémon battling like no one's business, and using Pokémon in general to get what he wants. I, HOWEVER... I haven't fought a single competitive battle in Pokémon. Have mercy on my soul 🙏 (And because of this, I typically subscribe more to non-game-logic battle sequences. Such as discussing generally what we want to take place, and trusting that both sides will make something fun and interesting come of it.)

That's all for now. Anything else, I'll add in the future and post about it so people know.

Now onto rules across both blogs for posterity-

More serious stuff.

Number one is pretty simple: If you're an asshole, I don't want you around. If you roll your eyes when someone brings up their experience as bipoc, or at pronouns or neopronouns or real shit going on in the world, get lost.

You can consider this rule 1a: If you delight in annoying people who don't want to see certain things, you're also not welcome. this includes anyone who calls themselves "proship". I'm not here for any of that.

Now the more simple/given rules:

GHETSIS IS AN ASSHOLE. Don't expect to change him without a lot of push back, don't expect him to feel bad for something he does to your muse. This in no way reflects how I, the writer, see you or your character. If you want me to dial something back, tell me!

Blog might be suggestive at times, and usually in joking fashion, but anything explicit will not take place here.

Related, but if I follow a blog whose Mun/Writer is under 18 and interacts with mature posts, I will reach out and warn them or block/unfollow depending on what it is.

Non-RP blogs can absolutely follow and interact with me! I'm chill. But please be mindful of interacting with threads that include other roleplayers, as their stance can be different.

When writing with me, don't assume what my muse will do unless previously discussed. AKA: no godmodding.

Don't be too pushy for responses. I'm an adult, I've got typically low motivation, stuff happens. However, if we both really like an idea and neither of us can get through a whole thread in order to pull it off, we can totally chat in DMs about the scenario and bring it to life that way!

Go wild with Asks, have fun. I'll pick and choose what I can and can't/don't want to do, whether because of my motivation or whatever other reason. If I truly have a problem with anything, I'll message or respond with the request to stop.

I might have more rules eventually, but this is a good starting place. Talk to me if you've got any questions or concerns!

[midokai]

i’ve had many thoughts lately pertaining to n, his childhood and by extension his room so i’m going to delve into that for a little bit!

TW for: mentions of child neglect and general mentions of abuse! please only proceed if you’re okay with mentions of it as they are important aspects in n’s backstory.

i wanted to start off with saying that i love how creepy it is and how unsettling the music is in there, as would be expected from the atmosphere as it’s a place n spent the entirety of his childhood in and the fact that it got even WORSE in the sequel, what with the lights being off, the music being insanely distorted and everything being destroyed made it worse. it’s really uncomfortable of a setting and it should be, considering all the implications of it.

it’s a child’s room, straight up: a small child would think it perfect, with all those toys and all those bright colors but n was trapped there until he was twenty- it’s implied that he had touched some of those items recently when you interact with them, alluding to the fact that he had still been inhabiting the room prior to your arrival. it’s not just his childhood room that he outgrew, it’s his CURRENT room, meaning that n was never allowed to outgrow anything, was never allowed to reinvent himself and figure out what he liked or disliked nor think for himself. he has no agency, he’s not allowed to change any of the room, can’t remove items nor bring any in. ghetsis prepared the room with a specific thought in mind, a simple playroom for a child but never anything beyond that because it’s simply a place to keep him entertained and to keep him silent. he didn’t care to plan ahead because he doesn’t care about n and he never has, he’s simply a pawn to abuse and mold into his liking. ghetsis filled the room with many different toys and gifts but there was no love in any of it, they’re all simply means to keep him preoccupied in some way, even if he’s far past the age to find any of them thrilling.

to add on to that, the childishness of the room is deliberate because ghetsis has spent years infantilizing n on purpose because it’s easier to control him that way. ghetsis keeps him sheltered, isolates him from the rest of the world and does everything in his power to preserve n’s innocence, purity and naivety, all qualities that make him the reason that reshiram picked him as the hero of truth and which made him kind and easy to control. it is ghetsis’ intention for n to never grow up.

he wasn’t allowed to leave the castle until he was crowned king of team plasma, which only happened when he became an adult and then he was thrusted into the outside world just like that, with no prior experience nor knowledge of average human interactions. he was stuck in his room damn near his entire life and was hardly let out of it. that was evidently not healthy at all for his development. he had many a thing to do in there, not to mention how often his sisters would visit him and how many pokémon would be brought to him, as well as the sages + ghetsis going in and out but there are no windows in that room, there isn’t even a BED in his BEDROOM. which makes me wonder if he ever had a bed in there in the first place? i know ghetsis was cruel to him and has been shown to be physically abusive in pokespe but there’s no way he didn’t care to get him even a bed? did he have one before and it was taken away to teach him a lesson? there aren’t even blankets, nor pillows, nor any cushions in there. did he just sleep on the ground?

and then the fact that he was locked in there with abused pokémon with, “their hearts shut so very tightly he couldn’t even talk to them.” it’s not crazy to say that he was definitely harmed by those pokémon and i could not even begin to comprehend how traumatizing that would be to a child and how damaging that would have been to his psyche and it’s definitely one of the many factors why he, ‘isn’t all there’ and why he comes off the way that he does.

it makes me so sad because n probably loved that room at some point, he loved ghetsis, the man who took him in after he was abandoned and all that man did was groom him into being a pawn. when n fails him ghetsis calls him, “nothing more than a warped defective boy” and, “a freak without a human heart” and that’s so … ouch. ghetsis gave him a purpose and a last name, a last name he was so happy to have mind you and that he had written on a basketball in his room. that room was his entire life, comforting and what he knew but it was also the room where all the abuse and torment took place. he can’t even bring himself to be in there anymore towards the end, when the protagonist steps foot in there he leaves immediately and waits outside for them until they’re done sorting through things. if they try to enter once more he stops them and says, “let’s keep moving.” and you can’t ever go back in.

[harukapologist]

rambling about Haruka

As an ND person I just hate how Haruka's character is either completely infantilized or reduced to a selfish, evil murderer, when, to me, he is so much more than that.

Especially the latter; I hate when any MILGRAM character is called evil because what's the point of MILGRAM, then? They're all morally grey! That's how they test us. But Haruka in particular because I feel like it comes from a place of ableism, intentional or not.

I'm not sure if I should put TWs, but well I talk about ableism, murder (obviously lol), childhood trauma and well... it's Haruka

Haruka's outburst in the VD and his implication of killing animals (I know it's basically canon but erm... i can explain why I think it's an implication later) (i just finished writing the post and actually i explained why at the bottom of the post but its not a full explanation so lol) are the reasons I see people calling him either evil or childlike, and while I do think that Haruka is stuck in a childlike state in some aspects, this is emotional dysregulation of an ND and/or traumatized person, to me.

The uglier sides of being ND/traumatized, the ones that get heavily stigmatized and seen as intentional or evil; I think this was a display of one of them. And I really wish to see more people focusing on Haruka's disability in the ways it can affect his communication and day-to-day life skills more than "oh, poor baby, he has a disability that makes him feel unwanted" without actually understanding the details of the disability and, well, the reason why it is a disability.

Like, the emotional dysregulation that comes with being autistic, which is my headcanon for him. The hyperempathy and literal thinking that might make him harder to communicate with, and get people frustrated with him more often.

That and being severely neglected; I think neglect is one of the lesser discussed forms of childhood trauma and the fact that Haruka was shown to be neglected as well as abuse really means a lot to me, because I think some people don't quite understand just how much neglect and isolation fucks you up.

All those factors combined are a recipe for an unstable, impulsive, clingy shell of a human, and him getting called evil for that really saddens me. It's important to remember that these MVs are extracted from the prisoners' own memories and thoughts. It comes from their perception of their surroundings, their murders, and their own selves. The manic look that Haruka has on his face for a lot of AKAA, for example. The makeshift shirt he's wearing, as if he's desperately trying to sew himself together into a normal person, the exhausted, frustrated look when he picks up the necklace, it's important to remember that this is how he sees himself. A monster who has lost control of himself. The line "I'll keep killing to be your good boy" was a shock, but the way he meekly apologized to Es at the end of his VD, I really think that shows that he feels guilty, that he wants to convince himself more than anyone that he was a good person, that he was really trying to be one despite how his unlucky life frustrated him to his breaking point.

As for his infantilization, it has already been addressed by many thoughtful members of the fandom and I'm grateful to see that, but I also want to say it myself since god knows I hate being patronized.

It feels very ableist saying he's just "someone stuck in a childlike mindset/age regressor" Yes, and how does age regression as a coping mechanism develop? Usually through prior trauma that makes you "stuck" at said age, and that can present differently. It can be longing and yearning for a simpler time, for an actual happy childhood, or having flashbacks to a traumatic event that happened at a certain age; it is not uncommon for trauma survivors to be "frozen" at the age their trauma took place.

I think both of these are the case for Haruka. Frozen at that moment, but trying to reduce himself to nothing but a little, unaware child to avoid reliving it again, relishing in the innocence and purity of his good younger times (emphasis on purity--Haruka's murder was by strangulation, yet there's a shot in AKAA where he's covered in blood. I know it's after he killed the animals, but he's in the stitched-together outfit here; I think there's more to this MV than just killing the animals. Since this outfit is... not very likely to be worn in reality, did the animal killing happen at all? Even if it did, I think this shot remains an indicator that he sees himself as impure; guilty. I have a LOT to say about the inconsistencies in Haruka's MVs, but I'll save that for later... Anyway, back on topic) It is NOT "having the mental capacity of a child, so being unable to date etc." Haruka has still lived 17 years, maybe even more, since he isn't too interested in remembering his age. How do you treat actual neurodivergent people if this is how you see him?

When I rewatch the MVs, relisten to the VDs, reread the interrogations and timelines, I see no evil, just an incredibly broken, misunderstood person.

[frenchiefreyed]

[UNPRECEDENTED AMOUNT OF YAPPING INCOMING!!] TW: child neglect/abuse, postwar/dystopian worlds

Hello! My hyperfixation on Dan vs. is going strong and I have resolved myself to feed that hyperfixation by creating pony OCs that are meant to fit into my personal pony AU that I have been working on for many years. It is kind of funny to be introducing Tyran to Tumblr because of a ponified Dan vs. OC... But here we are.

Dan's "real name" is Impedance, a name given to him by his parents, who were, if it wasn't obvious by the name, very unhappy at his unexpected arrival. Well, his unexpected existence, really. Neither parent had had any idea that Dan's mother was pregnant before she had entered labor. This is equated both to Dan's mother already experiencing "morning sickness" prior to ever being pregnant and to Dan being so tiny that there was no visible sign of pregnancy. Sometime during grade school (likely elementary school or early middle school; not sure on specifics quite yet) Dan either created his own "Dan" nickname ("dan" being present in the word "impedance" and sounding a lot better than "imp", his parents' nickname for him), or somebody else did (maybe Chris, or some other friend of his, since I do plan on Dan having more friends than he is shown to have in Dan vs.). He doesn't mind "Impedance" being on legal documents and IDs, but he generally prefers friends never to know that it is his full name and he especially does not want anybody to actually refer to him that way. Outwardly, he is surprisingly relaxed when called "Impedance" and corrects the mistake with almost off-putting calmness, but he is quick to anger if the "mistake" continues to happen. Chris and Elise both know is 'real name' but Chris has not really picked up on the implications of his parents naming him that (while Elise has). Chris, after learning about the name, mostly just agreed with it, citing the stress that Dan has caused them -- this likely hurt Dan, even if it wasn't intentional. It is likely common for Chris to say mean things about Dan with the expectation that Dan "has no heart" to be hurt (this is mostly based on my feeling in the show that Chris is extremely unaware of why Dan actually is the way that he is and mostly just seems to see Dan as a bother, understandably so but still incorrectly so I think. Still only on season 1 so maybe that changes in episodes i havent seen lol)

In MLP:FiM I don't think it's super clear what age it is most common to receive one's cutie mark, but I am thinking in my AU it would happen, on average, around age 13-14 (and it also isn't clear whether cutie marks go hand-in-hand with the start of puberty, either, but on Tyran they will not be hand-in-hand -- in other words, getting a cutie mark is not tied to puberty in any way other than the spiritual idea of "growing older"/maturing. This makes the most sense to me, since them being tied together directly would imply that a pony who never received a cutie mark would never hit puberty). Dan got his cutie mark when he was 8. His cutie mark is able to change somewhat [cutie marks changing isn't something that is ever, as far as I know, shown in MLP, but it is something I love to mess around with with my own personal AUs and OCs, so this isn't necessarily Dan-specific and, while certainly more rare than the alternative, is not so rare as to be mindblowing or revolutionary]. I'm not sure yet whether I'll have it be that the TV itself can change shape/color/type, but I do know that the screen will be able to change. The most common screens for his cutie mark will be static, SMPTE color bars, or a black screen. I think the screen will always be black when he is sleeping, although it could be interesting if the screen could change to something else when he is dreaming (implying that the screen being "alive" relates directly to Dan's consciousness?). I will definitely be exploring this more in the (probably near) future.

As mentioned before, the world these characters live in is called Tyran. It is a distant-future postwar AU that takes place at least 1000 years after My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic ends. A lot has changed since then, including Princess Celestia and Princess Luna (princesses/goddesses ruling over the sun and moon respectively) having been revealed to be frauds -- unable to actually move the sun or moon, instead using illusory magic -- and the entire world being taken over by a ruthless tyrant. Tyrani (the overthrower in question)'s reign lasts several decades and leads to almost complete extinction of all life on the planet, before she is ultimately herself usurped by a rebellion. "Tyran" is the name given to the planet after Celestia and Luna are overthrown, replacing its pre-existing name "Equus". Ultimately this renaming is a bit better since "Equus" is very horse-centric and there are lots of species that live on the planet that aren't horses, but it is also not considered a perfect name to most that live on Tyran because it serves as a constant scar and reminder of Tyrani's past reign and how much damage she caused the planet.

I won't get into the backstory of my main OC/sona Thunderzolt in this particular post (that's a whole other can of worms on its own), but Dan is born roughly at the same time as Zolt, maybe a few months to a year apart. This would place Dan at being generally no older than 21 during most of the story that I have plotted for Zolt thus far, but several different ages will likely be explored since a lot happens throughout these years. The same, of course, goes for Chris and Elise, although Elise might be a few years older than the others. Dan, Chris, and Elise (although Chris and Elise will probably have different names?) all live on the continent of Tyrangue, which is the most repaired region on the planet. It's so repaired, in fact, that its residents can almost feel as though the world itself is "back to normal" even when it is very much not. The closer to the outskirts of Tyrangue you go, the more signs of past war are evident. Since Tyrani's dethroning, there have been hundreds of deities that have been assigned dominion over various different things, from as powerful/broad as time itself to as specific/"miniscule" as toothpicks. The first 27 deities (called "Primary Deities") were members of the rebellion that directly resulted in Tyrani's death, and all of them are exceedingly powerful. Tyrangue is where most of the deities live. The deities are, generally, working pretty tirelessly to try to heal the further regions of Tyran from the nuclear/magical warfare Tyrani had caused. While there are many who do legitimately see deities as frauds/hacks and who absolutely do not trust them (fairly enough, considering Tyran's history), Dan's personal distrust of deities stems more from his overall lack of trust in authority figures rather than any legitimate belief that they are not actually powerful or worthy of respect. However, I am considering the idea that one of his parents might be a deity themselves, which contributes partially to the neglect by them being too busy. If they were a deity, they would probably be one that is heavily respected and outwardly presents as a very charitable individual, while being nasty and horrible towards their own son at home. This could not only explain why Dan is so bitter towards deities in particular but also anyone that outwardly tries to seem nice or friendly or giving in the public eye. It is fairly common for there to be tension/conflict between Dan and Chris because Chris has a lot more overt loyalty/respect for deities and is often irritated at Dan when Dan refers to deities as "hacks", "fraudsters", "idiots", or any slew of other similar insults. Dan not only gains amusement from Chris being so bothered by the insults but also finds himself unable to express his emotions enough to clarify the actual root of his distrust, so he has resigned himself to Chris seeing him as someone who is 'crazy' or 'disloyal'. I think it's likely that Elise will be working for the deities in some way, but I am not sure exactly what she will be doing since the deities are generally pretty open about their actions. Maybe she will bodyguard for important figures/gather intel about potential "bad actors" in society? Regardless, I think Dan wouldn't have any issues with Elise's choice of work even if he himself struggles with distrust of deities. It's likely that Dan would be at least acquainted with Zolt which would, on top of Elise's career path, probably result in him interacting with deities on occasion (usually, probably, by force or circumstance). Elise has probably caught on that Dan has a particular anxiety surrounding deities, and might have suspicions about what that might mean, but it's unlikely that she actually knows exactly what his deal is with that.

Dan tells himself that Chris should know better than to think that he would genuinely be malicious at heart, but knows deep down that it is ultimately his own fault for keeping up such a strong facade for so long. In some ways, Elise understands Dan even better than Chris does, despite not being nearly as close to him. Elise is an excellent judge of character and, although she sees him as a bit of a nuisance at times, she is the only one (between her and Chris, anyway) that has actually picked up on the fact that Dan had a distinctly horrible childhood. Chris knows that it wasn't the best childhood ever, but doesn't think that Dan could possibly have been fully neglected or abused (this ignorance isn't malicious on Chris' part; he just perceives abuse as being something that is so rare that it is unlikely Dan could have experienced it, and perceives sufferers of abuse as being a lot more dysfunctional than Dan. If Chris were to be informed of Dan's actual history, I think he would immediately accept it as reality and feel extremely heartbroken by the revelation. Elise probably tries to uphold Dan's secret, both out of respect for Dan's privacy and for not wanting to break Chris' heart, which I think Dan secretly deeply appreciates).

Dan is capable of expressing care for others but only in specific situations, and usually when conditions are perfect, which is rare. He is, however, emphatically capable of expressing love, adoration, and care for non-sentient animals and creatures, even nuclear mutants. Unlike the Dan we see in the show at the beginning of "Animal Shelter", this Dan would never reach a point where he would remotely conceive of harming animals. This is because he befriended wild animals before he ever befriended any ponies, and he sees animals as only attacking him if they are scared or "can't help it", whereas sentient life will attack you for enjoyment or just because they can. For the first ten-or-so years of his life, animals were the closest things to friends that he had. Nothing sends him into more of an uncontrollable rage than the sight, or even idea of, animals being mistreated or harmed. He sees himself in a lot of animals, especially scraggly, goofy ones, so he is completely unwilling to tolerate any mistreatment of them. He will actively bring harm to those who he sees as harming or abusing animals, even to the point of going way too far. He often needs to be talked down by Chris or Elise when he is in these fits of rage, although they do agree with his anger (so their "holding Dan back" is more out of a sense of not wanting him to get in serious trouble/get hurt rather than disagreeing with Dan's emotions). Animal abuse isn't the only thing that enrages Dan, of course -- it is just the fastest to bring him to that point. Dan is inconvenienced and angered by practically everything and he is notorious for his extreme stubbornness when it comes to upholding principles that he deems important. He fixates on the tiniest wrongs that have been dealt his way and struggles to think about anybody or anything else until he has exacted his revenge. Compared to Dan from the show, I think this Dan is a bit more independently capable and does not rely as much on Chris, especially because he has a wider array of friends and acquaintances that he can ask for help if he needs it (which, admittedly, he often does).

Although Dan manages to control his jealousy and anger when seeing others in romantic relationships, he does experience it, and often around Valentine's Day he becomes extremely reclusive.

Dan is somewhat stuck in a cycle of bad karma being dealt to him and his own feeling justified in "retaliating against the world" for the results of that bad karma. It's undeniable that Dan's upbringing was not his fault and that it has had massive negative impacts on his psyche, but he also receives a lot of cosmic punishment for the negativity he puts out into the world and, from his position, cannot understand that that is what is happening. He sees the horrible things that happen to him as just the universe, or the deities, hating him and holding a grudge against him, when in reality at least some of it is just a result of his own negativity coming back to bite him. This is one of the things that I relate to most about Dan; the tendency a lot of traumatized people have to believe that the world is out to get them without realizing how much our quality of life might be affected by our outlooks. Over time, Dan will grow and develop into a pony who is better able to express himself and heal, but that will take a lot of time and effort...

A lot of this is subject to change, but I like a lot of what I've cooked up so far so there's a good chance a lot of this won't be changing too much.

[finn-the-rogue]

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Also as mentioned, Tobias [@【tobias-the-legend】/@【champ-cabinet】] is Finn's cousin, but not biologically.

Finn is adopted and there will be some topics of abandonment and neglect, as well as implications of abuse due to the nature of most of Tobias' relatives, minus his uncle Jay, who is Finn's adoptive father here.

[voukkake]

Like Minds AU - Set after the events of the movie

⚠️ (TW- references implying incest, ped0-philia and several psychological traumatic events, discretion is advised) MDNI⚠️

-English is not my first language so I'm sorry in advance if I made some grammatical mistake.

-This isn't a fanfic, it's more an idea, a veeery long idea. Enjoy.

Due to the rain at the last minute, the direction of the shotgun deviated, hitting Nigel in the neck and part of the jaw, he was hospitalized after Alex in a moment of empathy called the ambulance. While spending a month in hospital Alex is questioned and Nigel's paternal uncles come to see him. When Nigel manages to recover for the most part, he is prosecuted due to Alex's testimony, however he escapes a sentence and instead the judge admits him to the Bethlem psychiatric center for 16 months since his lawyer alleged a psychotic break and hints of schizophrenia due to his mother's constant abuse and his father's neglect. This treatment is due to the fact that in the psychiatric hospital they want to overcome his "mental" disorder and also the fact of his possible reintegration into society and university studies.

His doctor in charge is Robert H. Gadling, who is in charge of the boy's background check and verifying that his process is on the right track. Alex's father makes him move to London to continue his education. Nigel at first is totally silent and doesn't talk to anyone, not even the nurses, he doesn't take his medicine or eat, since that is the punishment he thinks he has received for not fulfilling his duty. Two weeks of this behavior pass and the uncles claim the incompetence of the hospital by deliberately ignoring care for their nephew. Robert decides to speak directly with him and Nigel, upon seeing him, tells him everything about his mother. Who, seeing his little interest in girls at the age of 6, began to make him have relationships with her to stimulate his mind. He describes everything in detail, ending with "Sometimes I think it would have been better if my father raped me... That way at least I would have had a chance to experiment with the genre that appeals to me." He also admits that he masturbates every night as he needs to release stress or he would kill someone.

The doctor notes the observations and although Nigel is clearly gay he ignores the implication and tells no one. In Nigel's diary he describes Robert as a knight, a guardian, a symbol of advancement and progress, a symbol of sun and day, which was in contrast to his own moon and night attitude. Weeks go by and Nigel starts taking his meds, also eats twice a day, writes a diary and only talks to the doctor, explaining his motives and his seemingly unfounded hatred of women. He also tells him that he lost interest in Alex, who he considers a total betrayer of his trust and the punishment will await him in his next life.

One afternoon Nigel peers at the doctor noticing an engagement ring and just then Robert's wife arrives, noticeably pregnant. That same afternoon Robert tells him that the H in his name stands for Hob, a very old nickname that was passed down through the generations in his family and no one calls him that, but Nigel can use it as a symbol of trust. A week later when Robert arrives early he hears a piercing scream and runs to find one of the security guards brutally raping Nigel in his room, who was crying and shaking, in a fit of rage the doctor takes the guard and beats him until leaving him unconscious, calling the police in his process. He helps Nigel and takes him to the hospital. After the incident, the guard repeats over and over again that it was Nigel who had been seducing him for days and the young man asked him to be rough and dry, that he had been enjoying it until suddenly his expression changed completely and he began to scream nonsense, however, no one believes him and he is locked up. At the hospital, Nigel cries every day and one day when his uncles go to visit him, Robert tells them that he cannot stay in the psychiatric hospital until the case is resolved, but despite this, the uncles refuse to give him accommodation, since they consider that it would be unwise as his social status would be greatly affected by the news.

Robert hears Nigel call his name and runs to his aid, commenting that he would arrange to take him home the next day that afternoon, feeling he was making good progress. Finally, as a promise, he leaves his jacket and gives him a small kiss on the forehead, causing Nigel to remain completely static.

Already installed in his new "home" Nigel steals used underwear from the doctor and harasses his wife without her noticing. One afternoon when he is alone with her in the living room he asks her the sex of the baby, to which she answers that it will be a girl. Robert's wife also notices that his husband's underwear has been stained and sticky for several weeks, but does not comment because she is more concerned about her pregnancy. Nigel asks her out of the blue one day if she thinks Robert's going to rape his daughter when she tells him that she likes girls to better pave the way for other men so that the girl grows up normally. Eleanor is frightened and calls her husband, when he arrives, Eleanor has already packed her suitcases and tells him she was to spend the night at her mother's house since she does not want that phenomenon around for the insinuation. (At this point Hob hasn't really told his wife why Nigel is staying at his house) The doctor lets her go and angrily confronts the boy, who simply ignores him and goes up to his room, closing the door.

The next day the doctor talks to one of his colleagues and she recommends that he get rid of the boy since he is a hopeless case, that someone with such a mashed mind will never find a place in society and will live confined to his madness and disturbance. She also mentions that Nigel will never be able to replace Robyn (Robert's first child with Eleanor and who had passed away just two years ago at 16 due to an accident on a school trip).

That same day in the afternoon, the doc packs Nigel's bags and when the boy realizes that they are going to hospitalize him in a new place, he begs and begs Hob not to abandon him, to forgive him since his intention was never to bother him or anyone, neither he or his wife, while crying inconsolably clinging to him. That moves the doctor's heart and takes him back home and talks to Eleanor confessing the reasons why Nigel was with them, and promising better behavior from the boy. She agrees and in a turn of events Nigel proves better and even helps her with the housework while Hob is away at work. Nigel learns to cook, wash, iron and even sew while receiving classes at home.

At night Nigel sneaks into Eleanor and Robert's room, gently kissing him on the lips and once even feeling his dick above the blanket. One night Eleanor goes out with her mother for a doctor's visit and spends the night at her house leaving Hob and Nigel alone, they live together as normal until Nigel uses various sleeping pills Eleanor had and grinds them up to put Hob to sleep. Already in a deep sleep Nigel abuses Hob, rubbing against him, kissing him and claiming that he will soon be his knight, his and his alone. One morning Hob wakes Nigel up to surprise him, takes him to the basement and shows him his things, bottles, tools and so on, commenting that he made a deal with the court to keep him under supervision whenever he wanted to experiment on dead animals since this would serve to control their creativity. A totally shocked Nigel kisses Hob, and apologizes afterwards. Hob takes this in stride as it means to him that the boy is opening up to him and he trusts him more so he decides to let it go.

After two months Eleanor begins to get sick, she is eight months pregnant but due to her health she is suddenly hospitalized. A week later she dies during childbirth and the baby with her. The following week Eleanor's mother dies in a car accident. Due to the loss and depression of the moment, Hob takes a few months off from his work and another psychiatrist is assigned to Nigel, surprisingly Nigel accepts on the condition that he stay in Hob's home, claiming that he needed someone to take care of him, he lawyer accepts the deal, as those months of improvement convince the jury that Nigel is "vindicating himself".

To help Hob, Nigel walks past him, cooks for him, reads to him stories, and one day after Hob has come home from a bar completely drunk, Nigel takes the late wife's lace pajamas off one of his shelves, puts on his perfume and manages to seduce his doctor, who disconsolately clings to the young man in search of comfort and affection. As the hangover hits him hard, the doctor does not remember anything but notices subtle changes in Nigel's way of acting, he is much more attentive, he cooks excellently and wears more "feminine" clothes for a man, and although he tries to deny it for the good of his patient begins to touch the young man a little more intimately. One day they cook together, leading one thing to another, a couple of shots of wine, Nigel seduces him enough to take it in the kitchen, then at the table and finally in Hob's room.

One afternoon two of Robert's co-workers knock on the door, since they have not heard news from their friend, Nigel opens for them, who is slightly blushing and with a cold attitude mentions that Hob is fine, slamming the door shut and surprising to both, this time the partner hits and threatens to call the police, this time the one who comes out is Robert and talks to both, mentioning that he had already spoken with the director of the psychiatric hospital and would start working again the following week. Both companions share that their attitude is strange, however they let it go.

Months pass, Hob is back at work, and Nigel continues to receive therapy and medication from a new psychiatrist. Hob learns from the news that the coroner who did the autopsy on Eleanor has been found dead and that the body has been weeks old. For Nigel's 18th birthday, the uncles send him a gift and an invitation to his birthday party which meant that everyone in the family circle could see that he was recovering successfully and thus not lose more prestige, they also inform him that he must appear at the court for the paperwork and receipt of the shares of his father, who since death had left everything in Nigel's name, not because he wanted to, but rather because Nigel convinced his mother to convince his father to leave everything to his name. Hob is given a family logo lighter and an invitation as well. So they both introduce themselves, making a good impression on the council and thus gaining more confidence. Hob and Nigel have sex in the bathroom of the uncle's room and later at Hob's house. Nigel was happy now, and he also wanted to find out if men could somehow get pregnant. Who knows, for now, he was fine with his knight.

[idiots-with-knives]

Angels of death/general ocs bc..we have gone SO far away from canon :3

Asks, RP, oc game/prompts, writing commissions, and other requests welcome!

Main Account: @sh1mmer-add1ct

TW: Mentions of violence, obsessive behavior, suggestive implications, cannibalism, child abuse, suicide, SH, ED, SA, and other sensitive topics may have involvement within posts.

As kids

Relationships

tw: abuse, ED, sh, suicide, stalking, obsession

she/her, 16, 5’3”, bisexual+demisexual

8/29

tag: “Riley ___ 🧡”

Likes: her boyfriend(s?), fruit, animals in general, slashers.

Dislikes: her mother and sister, alcohol in most cases, drugs, spiders, parties, having her hair pulled

Fun fact: Slasher fucker. She LOVESSS EM.

tw: sa+pedophilia and sexual content

she/her but doesn’t give a shit, 17-18, 6’0”, bisexual

6/15

tag: “Mia ___ 💚”

Likes: alcohol, sex (hypersexual), watching her boyfriend play video games, killing pedos w Lucian 🫶

Dislikes: reptiles(specifically Mr B), creeps/most men, isolation

Fun fact: she’s fluent in Spanish considering it’s her first language and more often than not switched between English/Spanish mid sentence. And she’s actually really sweet she just puts up a front

Tw: abuse/neglect and cannibalism

he/they(transmasc), 16, 5’4”, gay/mlm

10/1

tag: “Kai ___ 🐈‍⬛“

likes: horror movies, bunnies, eating peoples fingers, biting his boyfriend lovingly, meat of any kind

dislikes: grown men, dogs, tight clothes, writing, anything academic

fun fact: he has naturally sharp teeth, and he’s dyslexic, so originally living in a home where English wasn’t the first language also doesn’t help

she/they, 16, 5’7”, lesbian/wlw

tw: abuse

1/25

tag: “Violet ___ 💜”

likes: flowers, drawing (she doesn’t regularly but she’s really good at it), writing, MEDICAL MALPRACTICE, cats, and tea

Dislikes: unrealistic horror media, rodents, unorganized areas.

fun fact: she has Congenital insensitivity to pain with anhidrosis (CIPA): the inability to feel pain and temperature, and decreased or absent sweating 

tw: abuse, sh

she/they but also doesn’t care, 18, 5’8”, unlabled and mostly uninterested

10/13

Tag: “Lucille ___ ❣️“

likes: Gothic/Lolita fashion, animals that’re generally “gross”/feared or disliked

dislikes: people with poor fashion sense, fake bitches

fun fact: she stabbed her own eye out with a pen for a bet, and when she didn’t get the money she proceeded to stab her friend in the throat with said pen :3 and also she has obscure pets

tw: cannibalism, cults(?), sexual/suggestive content

she/her, 17, 5’5”, “goes both ways” aka she thinks you’re cute, you’re fucked.

8/7

Tag: “Jenna ____ 💕”

likes: makeup, “flirting” with whoever she finds cute, single or not, parties, shopping

dislikes: boxing movies, her friends liking other people, bugs.

Fun fact: inspired by Jennifer Check :3c she absolutely will fuck someone purely to have as blackmail and use against them.

Tw: suggestie/sexual, cannibalism, cults

He/they, 19, 5'10", gay

11/15

Tag: "Kieran ___ 🎸"

Likes: partying, drinking, concerts, "dad" rock and nu metal, playing guitar

Dislikes: overly bubbly, cheery people, country music, carrots, shitty slasher remakes

Fun fact: He's really good at playing (electric) guitar, and also doesn't have a super consistent style, he just kinda wears whatever.

tw: suicide, sh, abuse, sexual

he/they, 17, 5’11”, mlm/gay

5/20

Tag: “Leo ____ 💙”

Likes: smoking, dogs, horror/slashers, bugs

Dislikes: academic shit, anything to do w mental hospitals/institutions

Fun fact: he’s German :3 and Riley’s best friend, they met in a psych ward at one point when they were both admitted

Tw: abuse, sexual/suggestive

He/they, 17, 5'9" straight(?)

9/10

Tag: "Jordan ____ ⭐"

Likes: partying, drinking, Riley,

Dislikes: Sam, literally anyone else Riley associates with. Because they're mutually obsessed with each other in different ways.

Micah and Aubrie more than likely will be mentioned but :3 unless it’s frequently I’m not gonna add em here

Fun fact: Riley's ex 😒

Blinkies made by my gorgus gf :3 @/g0ttal0ve101

[caffeinatedopossum]

Tw vent (child abuse/neglect)

Sometimes I think about how people might have treated me differently as a child if they'd known what I was going through.

One time when I was a kid, I went to the library and there was a little bowl of candy that said "take one". I was normally a big rule-follower but that time, I took a big handful instead, because I was so incredibly hungry (my parents hadn't been feeding me enough) and one of the librarians saw it and scolded me. I put the candy back immediately and ran away, trying not to cry. Being scolded was absolutely terrifying for me, given the implications of getting in trouble when I was at home. My family was all I knew so I expected everyone to treat me the way that they did. To the extent that I really and genuinely could not process anything else. So much of my childhood was just spent waiting for the other shoe to drop... and it always did. I still wait for it now.

It's disturbing how I've made so much progress since then yet I still expect subhuman treatment from everyone. Being asked what I want, being genuinely complimented, just being considered or noticed or remembered or listened to... all of it still feels so foreign to me. I've gotten used to it now. I know what I can expect and from who. But it still doesn't feel right. It's not that I think I don't deserve it- its that what I deserve has been irrelevant for my whole life. I don't know how to start considering it now.