pretty-weird-ideas · 15 hours ago
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I really love, and by that I mean virulently hate, the way that “both Lestat and Armand suck” are used in a way in so that nobody can talk about how and why they suck. It is all just an inane diversion tactic to keep actual analysis of abuse and trauma out of the show/book series about abuse and trauma. Its also just a diversion so that people can harp on and nitpick the black victims of theirs. Like its appeasement so that you don't have to actually look the themes of domestic violence in the eye rather than exploring it.
“OKAY GAH FINE IWTV IS ABOUT DV! Anyways, here is 40 pages of analysis on dear god anything else” like I hope both sides of your pillow is warm if you post up on actual analysis of character dynamics with some “everyone is an immoral monster!”. Like idk fam, I think you are missing the point. In fact I would say the show actively tries to contradict that Louis’ view of vampiric nature as inherently a doomed codependent existence is one that is forced upon him rather than what he has to accept. The culmination of the finales was explicitly about him realizing that he shouldn't take this life for himself. Like its explicitly about Louis realizing that “it ends here”.
Like “she can dream” is such a powerful moment because after seeing his vampirism in the light of an inherently violent, soulless, hateful existence he is trying to see more.
To try and tie Louis back down into “all vampires are domestic abusers and that's just how it is so lets ignore it” is kinda like… almost contradictory to the point. But its also just disrespectful to everyone arcs in this narrative. Louis is desperately trying to break that mold and that cycle and find ANYTHING ELSE. When other worse vampires show up (Ses: Marius) the narrative goal isn't to turn Louis’ emotions into a funhouse mirror. Its to add nuance to why the characters might feel as if that inner darkness and violence is inescapable even though we as the audience know it is. We as outside observers know that the characters have full autonomy even when the characters lament that they feel as if they do not. That is the inherent horror of it all. They don't HAVE to do these things to each other at all, and yet they still DO.
Anyways I have a 9am lecture. I have to actually sleep.
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warblogs17282 · 2 days ago
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So, I've been thinking about Stolas and the divorce proceedings again, and the more I think about it, the more that I come to the conclusion that Stolas is gonna lose hard if he ends up appearing in court in regards to the divorce proceedings.
Let's start with a quick refresher on things, the show has given us a few things that can point us to the conclusion that there's been divorce proceedings happening in the background.
'You leave with Via on weekends.'
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and the fact that a lot of things in Stolas' palace now seems to be wrapped up in some sort of material.
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(Just so we're clear Stolas is absolutely the victim here, I'm just speaking like how someone with no prior knowledge of the situation would look at it, and that Stolas did not 'cheat' on Stella, for reasons that Stolas himself said.)
Getting back to the subject, I mainly think that Stolas is gonna get an unfavorable outcome in the courts regarding the divorce proceedings for one main reason. It'll turn into a 'he said she said' situation real quickly.
Let's think this through, who do you think the people looking over the divorce proceedings are going to believe the most? The socially awkward person, who, to everyone on the outside, decided to cheat on her with a seemingly random imp? Or the one who Andrealphus described as quote 'attractive' and has to the people overlooking the divorce proceedings, done almost nothing wrong, making her the victim of Stolas cheating on her to them?
I know you're most likely thinking of a few points right now, so let's discuss those as well.
1: 'Stolas could just mention the abuse he's suffered.'
That's also gonna turn into a 'he said she said' situation real fast as well.
Cause to start, the overt abuse in front of Octavia in s1 e2 will most likely just end up getting overlooked for the most part, considering that this takes place after Stolas 'cheated' on Stella, meaning that the people in the courts will most likely offer Stella at minimum a bit of sympathy in regards to this specifically.
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There's also this in s1 e2, where Stolas tries to explain to Octavia about the arranged marriage in a somewhat private area, but ultimately ends up not being able to get the points out, so there's always that chance that Stolas just ends up not being able to explain his side of the arranged marriage properly, including the abuse, which wouldn't help Stolas' case at all. Although considering that Stolas was able to stand up to Stella in s2 e1, I do imagine that Stolas would be able to explain his side of the story in court, especially considering everything that has happened since then.
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There's also the fact that no one other than Stolas, the victim, actually knows about the abuse that took place before Stolas 'cheated' on her.
Plus, as far as we know, Stolas has zero evidence to prove that the abuse he suffered at the hands of Stella actually happened. The only possible way I think of Stolas having evidence of the abuse is via some sort of CCTV, or maybe a testimony from a butler that happened to overhear the abuse, but unless one of those two things happen, Stolas mentioning the abuse before he 'cheated' on Stella is gonna be yet another 'he said she said' situation.
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The picture of Stella as a child may also be playing on your mind as well. This picture doesn't exactly prove anything, considering it only speaks to her character, not being able to prove that Stella actually abused Stolas before he 'cheated' on her to the people overlooking the case.
And then there's the matter of if this picture of Stella is even still around anywhere, considering how long it's been since that picture was taken it could very well just be lost to time.
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Another angle you may be thinking of is 'Stella literally hired Striker to kill Stolas.'
That's also gonna turn into a 'he said she said' situation as well unless one of three things happens:
The butler holding the phone in the ending of s1 e5 gets called in as a witness and gives testimony saying that Stella did say "I want this cheating prick dead! I don't care who you have to go through, MAKE IT HAPPEN!"
Striker gets caught by authorities and confesses that Stella is one of his clients.
I don't think that kind of phone saves numbers, but maybe if it does keep a log, and there's logs of Stella's conversations with Striker on it.
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All three of these things however I don't exactly see a high chance of occurring if the divorce proceedings do end up going to court however, meaning that unless one of those three things happen, there's zero evidence Stolas can use to prove Stella actually hired Striker, because with how serious a charge like that would be, there's gonna need to be much more than just testimony for a conviction.
So, in conclusion: I believe that if the divorce proceedings between Stella and Stolas ends up going to court, Stolas is gonna end up getting an unfavorable outcome from it, especially considering that, to what we know now, there's not really any/much evidence that Stolas can use to prove Stella was abusive to him before he 'cheated' on Stella, and there's also not much/any evidence that Stolas can use to prove that Stella hired Striker to kill Stolas.
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historian-in-pearls · 1 day ago
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I was discussing this earlier with a friend, and--having a parent who was abusive when you were a child but put the work in to grow and change when you're an adult is a weird situation to be in.
It's like, I don't know where to put you in my brain? You severely traumatized me, but I can also see the stress you were under at the time, but I have CPTSD because of you, but you've apologized, but I'm still angry sometimes, but you're not the same man anymore, but I'll never be the person I could have become, but I know how guilty you feel now, but money can't fix this, but at least you're trying, but I still flinch when men are angry, but we're good friends now, but...
Sometimes I don't know how to manage the back and forth in my brain, the constant tug of the then and the now, how all of these things can be true simultaneously. I love him, and I'm proud of him, and we get on like a house on fire. We're great friends. But then something happens that takes me back to my childhood and I want to bite him like a rat.
Forgiveness is hard, but I'm still trying
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bonefarm · 9 months ago
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While we are on the subject - financial abuse is not always just physically taking money away or not having a savings account or escape stash. For a lot of people it is the other spouse sabotaging your credit score, constantly overspending, and you being unable to trust that joint household bills and loans are paid. Did you know that once you add an authorized user to your bank account it’s nearly impossible to remove them without their permission? Did you know that your spouse, who likely knows your birthday and SSN, can often gain access and reset passwords for any online accounts and create new ones?
Financial abuse will ruin your life and there’s really nothing except significant time that fixes it. If you are in a situation where you think this might happen to you you should freeze your credit with all three major agencies. You can find info on how to do this at USA.gov/credit-freeze
This is not something that only happens to tradwives. You are not exempt because you are independent or competent.
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galaxymagitech · 4 months ago
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Bruce’s Favorite Batkid…according to the Batkids (aka the most biased narrators possible):
Dick: “Well, Bruce adopted Jason first, and hit me over his death, so Jason, obviously.”
Tim: “Bruce nearly killed people and himself over Jason’s death…he just used me as a guilt trip.”
Jason: “Uh, the Golden Boy, obviously. *cough* KGBeast *cough*”
Steph: “I mean, he only revived one of us…so it’s gotta be Damian, right?”
Duke: “Can you guys stop competing over whose death he reacted the worst to? Anyway Barbara’s so useful with the tech and also kinda scary, so it’s gotta be her.”
Damian: “Drake is most similar to Father and inherits his company. He is clearly in the favored position.”
Barbara: “He remembers literally every problem you guys have caused; Duke just hasn’t had the chance to cause as many problems yet. No offense, Duke.”
Cass: “Me. He thinks…I am him. He is wrong.”
No one thinks Steph is the favorite.
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taraljc · 4 months ago
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Everyone waiting for members of the SF/F community to weigh in about Neil Gaiman and Tortoise Media's podcast, please remember that a lot of people in light of recent revelations are having to recontextualise relationships and events going back decades.
Not just fans. Peers, friends, and family need space and time to process.
You may have known someone your entire adult life, who has treated you with kindness, patience, affection, and support who is also capable of doing others harm. Cognitive dissonance is human. Grieving relationships that may have only existed as equal in your own mind is still grieving.
I genuinely hope that everyone who has been harmed finds healing, comfort, and peace, and that reparations are made and lives can go on without further suffering.
Believe the abused when they come forward. Hold abusers accountable for their actions regardless of intent.
Mourn, and go on.
But most of all take whatever steps you can to prevent further harm, and send a clear message to your community that deliberately doing others harm will not be tolerated, and those who choose to prey on others shall be held accountable.
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mrsdarkandyandere7 · 6 months ago
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(Dark!) BNHA: Toxic Relationship
▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.
More at Masterlist
Female Reader
Boys -> Hawks + Bakugo + Dabi + Deku
Reaction: Moments from your toxic relationship with your Pro-Hero boyfriend.
WARNINGS: Toxic Relationship; Abuse; Manipulation; Non-con.
AN: Please, reblog and give me feedback.
Let me know if you like this reaction format or what 🙂
Hawks
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“Y/n is a real clutz, y’know. Can’t even walk on even ground without tripping over her own feet.”
Your cheeks flame with humiliation as the camera pans to the crowd that laughs heartily at the demeaning words, as if Keigo had dropped the funniest joke they’ve ever heard. 
“That’s adorable.” the woman laughs, “Maybe it has something to do with the fact that she has no quirk? I believe you said she is quirkless, right?”
Keigo chuckles, nodding as he crosses an ankle over his knee.
“She sure is. Can’t even imagine what type of quirk she’d have, she’s just not the type.”
Your hand grips the remote tighter. What does he mean by that? Does he think you’re not good enough to have a quirk?
You consider turning off the TV, but fortunately the interviewer changes the subject. They casually speak about the current stance of heroes and their struggles on fighting off criminals and villains.
Keigo is charming as usual, delivering answers that are a perfect portrait of responsibility with a sprinkle of humor. He’s good like that, even though his previous answers left a bitter taste in your mouth.
Somehow, they end up reaching the topic of hobbies and free time. 
“Going Pro Hero leaves little time for myself, so sadly I don’t really have much time for hobbies. Wish I had.” he says humbly. “My girlfriend has lots of them, though.”
You inhale sharply. Not again. 
For your misfortune, the woman gets interested.
Perhaps because it’s an exclusive interview and her network channel gave her orders to squeeze every drop of information they can get on Hawks’ personal life. 
“What type of hobbies? She looks like she’s a great cook.” she tries to guess, but Keigo bursts laughing, holding his belly in an exaggerated mannerism. 
“Nah, cooking isn’t really her department. Burned eggs and half-cooked pancakes are more her style. She doesn’t even-”
You change channels in a heartbeat, bursting in tears at the low insults.
You’re not that bad. Sure, you’re not amazing at cooking, but never once did Keigo complain when he eats the food you diligently make after he returns from patrols. 
And now he slanders you on national television? 
And the worst part? It’s not even the first time he’s done this. 
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“There’s nothing to eat in the fridge.” 
“There is.” 
“There isn’t.” 
You stop writing your notes, swallowing back an annoyed sigh, already aware of what was happening.
“There is food in the fridge.” you repeat, “You just have to cook it.”
Dabi looks at you, unimpressed. 
“No shit Sherlock. Maybe you can do it for me.” 
“You serious?” 
Meeting his arrogant smirk, you huff. 
“Dead serious, babe. Not like you’re busy anyways.”
Your mouth drops at his audacity and you open your arms to indicate the mess of books, papers and pens in front of you. 
“I’m studying, Dabi. Can’t you see that? Grow up and cook for yourself, yeah?” you snap your attention back to your books, but your mood has already turned sour. 
You pretend to scribble down a few words when Dabi walks to you slowly. He peeks into your annotations, snorting. 
“That handwriting is kinda shitty.” he mocks you. “Besides, what exactly are you even studying for? You’re not exactly cut out to be a doctor, y’know? Not enough brain cells in you to become that.” 
You glare at him, angrily swatting away the hand that condescendingly tries to pet your hair. 
“You’re such an asshole, Dabi. Maybe if your life revolved around something other than your stupid daddy’s issues, you would actually get a job. Not like Endeavour is worried sick about you, not when he’s got Shoto.” you spit the words venously.
Not the nicest words, but you can’t seem to bring yourself to bother. 
A dark shade crosses Dabi’s face, his amused expression turning colder. You’d be lying if the sight didn’t ignite some fear in you.
“Is that so?” his crooked smile doesn’t reach his eyes. “And why would I need a job - or Endeavour, by that matter - when I have you?”
His hand reaches for your shoulder and there’s an edge in his eyes that immobilizes you. You shouldn’t have mentioned Endeavour. 
“I’m not with you because of that bitchy attitude, you know. I like my girl to know who’s in charge. Respect is really important in a relationship and your behavior is making me really upset, baby.” his tone is scaringly soft, and his hand travels to your neck.
You hold your breath when the staples on his hand scratch against the delicate skin of your throat. “So, if you need me to remind you of your place, I’ll gladly help you with that.”
His fingers heat up at a low temperature, not enough to actually burn you but it doesn’t stop the lonely tear that slides from your eye, the only sign of the chilling terror you’re feeling.
He leans forward, kissing your forehead before sliding his hand away. 
“Are we understood?” 
The nod you give him is shaky at best, but Dabi smiles nonetheless. 
“Now, how about that food you’re gonna make me?”
Bakugo
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“I have to wake up early tomorrow.”
Besides a low hum, Bakugo doesn’t acknowledge you much, too busy French kissing your neck.
His hands head for your ass, provoking a wince in you when he gropes it with unnecessary strength, your left ass cheek being kneaded like it’s dough.
Katsuki uses his grip on your ass to push your hips forward even as you complain again. The thin fabric of his sweatpants does nothing to hide the hardness that shamelessly rubs against your thigh. 
“Katsuki.” 
Once again he gives no sign of hearing you, rolling his hips with more urgency and you barely catch the tired groan that almost rolls away from you.
The clock on your side reminds you that despite the early hour, you’ll only have 6 hours to sleep. 
You really have to sleep and if you’re being honest, tonight you’re not feeling sexy or horny enough to sleep with your boyfriend. 
But that doesn’t make you feel any less awkward when Bakugo’s movements turn more vigorous and needy, humping your naked thigh as if he’s fucking it while you remain as alive as a statue. 
“Fuck, this isn’t enough.” he growls against your skin, and your heart skips a beat when his hands reach for your shorts, tugging them down halfway until you panickedly grab his wrist, wiggling your body away from his.
“Seriously, Kats, I’m not in the mood tonight.” you say, quickly pulling back your shorts. 
“You fuckin’ serious right now?” he growls through gritted teeth, still hovering above you. 
Crossing your arms over your chest, you timidly nod. 
“Maybe we can do this tomorrow? It’s just that-”
“Yeah, whatever. Not like you haven’t used that stupid excuse on me before.”  
Your eyebrows raise with surprise at the bitter tone on his voice as he gruffs, pushing himself off you. 
“I’m not making up excuses.”
“The hell you aren’t.” he looks at you, angry. “Every time I try to start something, you turn into a damn nun. Always too freakin’ tired,  too busy or not in the mood.”
He scowls, spiky blonde hair falling to his eyes. 
“All you have to do is open your goddamn legs and let me do the rest, and you can’t even do that.”
His words hit a sore spot and he turns his back on you, settling on the distant side of the bed after delivering strained punches to the pillow to soften it up.
“Maybe I go after those Dynamite's groupies that are always throwing themselves at me. Since you never want to fuck anymore.”
You’re left too stunned to speak, sadness blossoming at the cruel meaning of his words and it’s a struggle to swallow the tears. 
He wouldn’t really, would he? But your mind lingers on the disturbing thought. He’s popular with girls, even with his angry mood.
Bakugo is tall, muscular and not even the ever present scowl in his face is able to contradict the attractive facial features he’s been blessed with. Meanwhile you’re just mediocre, if even that...
Your insecurities strike back, taunting you. 
Your hand reaches for his arm before you even realize it, and you’re mildly surprised when he doesn’t shake you off. 
“The hell you want now?”
Pulling on his arm until he finally turns to the side, you kiss him. 
He groans against your lips, allowing your hand to rest on the warm plane of his chest and you let it slide lower until it touches his clothed member. 
Neither of you speak a word, but you feel Bakugo smirking against your lips while he practically shoves your shorts down. 
You allow yourself go limp underneath him, letting your boyfriend fuck you in the way he wants to. Holding back a tired sigh when the fluorescent numbers on the clock mock you. 
You really have to wake up early.
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“Are you serious, Izuku?” 
The tall hero jumps, eyes widening almost comically when he realizes you’re standing on the bedroom’s doorway and not cleaning the kitchen, like he clearly assumed you to be. 
“I wasn’t- The phone-” he stammers with his words, plowing your phone onto the bed with a bit too much force.
Crossing your arms, you flash him a frustrated glare.
“You promised me you wouldn’t spy on my phone anymore, Izuku.” your stern tone has him frowning and Izuku practically sprints closer to you.
“I wasn’t spying! I was just- just checking the time.” his words aren’t convincing enough for you to actually believe in him. 
You squint your eyes at him, dodging his grabby hands with a nasty slap, despite the hurt expression on his face.
“Izuku.” 
“I wasn’t! C’mon, you gotta believe in me.” 
You don’t. 
“Even if I did go through your phone - which I didn’t - why would that be such a problem?” he complains, dragging his voice. “Do you have something to hide or what?”
You point a warning finger at him.
“Don’t you dare. This isn’t about me. You’re the one who went behind my back because you’re just too insecure to fully trust me.”
He shakes his head, emerald eyes turning feverish. 
“You’re being dramatic, of course I trust you.”
“You don’t, stop lying.”
“I do trust you!” his voice rises in volume.
“No, you don’t!” you scream, voice breaking before you crumble in tears. 
You’re exhausted. Of arguing, of dealing with Izuku, of everything. When did things turn so frustrating, so tiring? Why does he always have to ruin things for you?
Izuku curses under his breath before rushing to you, engulfing you in a comforting embrace as you cry on his chest. 
“You don’t. You never will and I know that.” he stays silent, not contradicting you this time. 
He lets you cry on his chest, his hand gently caressing your hair as he mutters apologies. 
“I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry.” Izuku hugs you harder, arms tightening around you. “I’ll do better, okay? I promise, I will.” 
And like a fool, you accept his promise - even if you know it’s meant to be broken.
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incorrect-gravescest · 6 months ago
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💚: ...I can't believe this fucking worked.
🩷: See? Now that everyone hates my fictional boyfriend Clyde, they'll pay out the ass for me to move out and you and I are sitting pretty. And you said my Hollywood makeup kit was a waste of money! Not so much a waste now with these movie-quality bruises, is it?
💚: Even for you, this is fucked up.
🩷: I'm over here playing chess to help secure our future and you're stuck playing whack a mole. Morals don't pay the bills, beloved.
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wilteddreamsofbaldursgate · 10 months ago
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I’m a fierce believer and defender of Smooth Brain Astarion (affectionate).
I love that, if left to his own devices, he ends up dead in a ditch. I love that this pasty menace of an elf is a walking disaster. I love that his brain produces one coherent thought per day, only to have it backfire on him later on. I love that his first choice in freedom is to unapologetically be the worst version of himself. Because it makes sense. 
That’s what abuse and trauma do to your brain—they fuck with it. 
And in Astarion’s defence, the man didn’t have to use his brain for nearly 200 years—it’s probably the very thing that kept him as alive as he can be; to survive 200 years of pure shit. 
And what use is his brain when his days and nights are dictated by someone else for as long as he can remember? When he has no say in what clothes he wears. When he doesn’t get to choose what or when to eat. When his body and mind aren’t his own, distorted by torture and hunger and self-loathing, forced to obey his vampiric master. Why use his brain when his survival depends exclusively on his abuser’s whims? 
Astarion could’ve come up with the most brilliant plan possible to escape Cazador or save a mark from their doom, but he never stood a chance of succeeding—which doesn’t mean that he didn’t get punished for trying (or even thinking about it) anyway.
Existing under Cazador was a game he couldn’t win, so why bother playing? 
And it’s only by chance that Astarion’s autonomy is returned to him literally overnight. It’s only natural that he’s overwhelmed by his newfound freedom. How is he expected to make sound decisions when he can’t even recall a time when he could do and say as he pleased? 
Of course Astarion is a walking disaster when he finds himself on that beach after the Nautiloid crash—and he’s fully aware of that! That’s why it’s so crucial for him to get on the player’s/other companion’s good side.
He’s self-aware enough to be so insecure about himself that he would rather trust a stranger’s capabilities than his own. 
Being a catastrophe of a person is part of Astarion’s character journey. Not only does he have to reclaim his personhood, he has to learn how to depend on his own brain again and I think that's such a painfully beautiful, important message Baldur’s Gate 3 sends. 
Because healing isn’t pretty. Nor is it easy.
You’re not alright the moment you’re free of whatever horrors you had to live through—and that’s ok! There’s time and room for you to adjust. 
And the moment Astarion feels more or less safe within his new environment, when he’s fed and treated like a person worthy of respect and consideration, his insights, skills and perception are crucial assets to the group.
Astarion knows his art and literature, and although his little remarks are unhinged at times, he's genuinely witty. Even his objections are, considering the circumstances, absolutely legitimate.
Personally, I love seeing Smooth Brain Astarion become more and more secure in his judgement the more Tav/other companions trust and support him.
Astarion is smart, his brain’s just been stewed for nearly 200 years.
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nonbinaryandnonexistent · 3 months ago
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Imagine being so abusive your ex-boyfriend gets a metal plate installed in his head just to keep you out.
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konigsblog · 4 months ago
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not sure if you've don this yet but stockholm syndrome with konig
like reader tryed to run once and after that became 'such a sweet thing'
TW: KIDNAPPER-KÖNIG, KIDNAPPING, ABUSE, RAPE. DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT. MDNI 18+
At some point, you can't resist König's 'love'. You're comforted by the abuse and rape, how obsessed König is over you. You enjoy having someone admire and dote over you 24/7. If anything, you crave it.
When König isn't with you, you fall into a depressive slump. You ignore the bowl of porridge on the dirty ground beside you, even when König has left a handwritten note left beside it. He'll be gone for the majority of the day, running errands, he says. The thought of being without König for hours leaves you weeping, your appetite now lost, and it becomes cold rather quickly. You play around with the sticky mush and distract yourself by thinking about your past, what life was like without König.
You've convinced yourself that your life without König wasn't healthy, that you were depressed and anxious constantly, never healing from anything. Now, that you are with your true love and soulmate, you can relax, let your guard down. König means so much to you, even when he love bombs you and leaves you alone for days, without food or water, only bruises on your soft skin and hips. He leaves blood and cum all down your thighs, only bathing you after three days. You sob at his comforting and familiar touch, the way the rough skin on his calloused hands graze against your body.
He may be sick and twisted, an abuser and a rapist, but to you, he's the love of your life, your reason to keep going. Or at least, that's what he repeats every single day, until you believe him and trust him, allow him to take control even if a part of you is screaming for you to defend and protect yourself from that sick, monstrous bastard.
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republicanidiots · 7 months ago
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Nicole Simpson would be 64 years old if Simpson hadn't murdered her.
Fuck mourning OJ Simpson. He was a football player. Nicole was a young woman with children who tried to get away.
Here come the journalists weighing in about OJ Simpson's "complicated history" -- it's not complicated. He killed his wife because she wouldn't take his abuse.
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kayaks00n · 4 months ago
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Something that bugs me the most is how people say Odysseus cheated on his wife but if a woman was in the same situation everyone would agree that she was raped. It shows me that they don't take male victims of abuse seriously
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nosyrobin · 1 month ago
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Tw: abusive parent
Male!reader who is on the phone with an abusive parent: I…I don’t want to go home…
Reader flinched at the loud voice of his parent getting disrespectful towards him. Damian narrows his eyes as he noted to make a visit towards a certain place.
Damian snatches the phone from reader who looks shocked.
Damian (enraged): he’s staying with me.
He hangs the phone up and leaves the room to a worried and scared boy.
Later that night…..
A window crash is heard with a scream. The abusive parent who was on the phone screams for mercy as a 12 year old boy with a katana is chasing them.
Damian: YOU SHALL TASTE MY BLADE!
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mrsdarkandyandere7 · 6 months ago
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🟌 Tom Riddle being the type to force you to write “Tom Riddle’s Property”
Female reader
WARNINGS: Minor Blood and Body Engraving.
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You'll write over and over again with a cursed quill - much like Umbridge made Harry do - until the words are deeply engraved into your belly’s soft sensitive skin, the red blood shining on the fresh wound, marking you as permanently his. 
He coldly ignores your cries and whimpers of pain, focused on completing a Potions assignment while he makes you write the painful words.
He doesn’t relish from your pain, but it’s an effective method to remind you of your place, which is beneath him. From the moment he laid eyes on you, you no longer belonged to yourself but yes to him. 
Tom wishes to erase the concepts of autonomy and independence from your vocabulary, those are silly words for you to be using. He is the one who controls you, dictating your every action and thought, so it’s only fair that the reminder of such power is portrait in your body. 
No one will be allowed to see the extent of your nude body, except him but it’s a subtle reminder - to you - that you are indeed his property. 
Something that one day will be even more evident when he puts his heir inside you and your stomach will grow, the skin and the words stretching on top of his unborn child - another evidence of his power and ownership over you. 
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