#triggerwarning abuse

[adhdmommanl]

February 5th, 2024.

I’ve have had some memories come back to me about the boyfriend I had at age 14, he was 20, almost 21… I am having the realization that I was sexually assaulted. That people close to me, as well as him….adults, knew… and did nothing.

I’m actually processing it quite well(I think). I Had one of those good for the soul days with ✨my people✨, crying and pouring it all out into the universe and the memories came OVERWHELMINGLY rushing to the surface.

My story just spewing from my mouth like an over boiling kettle.

I remember him adding me on MSN messanger when I was 14…(June 2005), he had gotten my info through a “mutual friend”, who was 15 or 16 years old at the time.

He had received a black and white photo of me, cuddling into a stuffed Mickey Mouse teddy bear. He thought I was cute. He asked me what type of alcohol I liked and he invited me and my “friend” to a party where he would of course supply all of the alcohol, because he was a gentleman.

He took my virginity that night. I didn’t even understand what that meant. I didn’t understand what sex even meant. Had he worn a condom? I don’t know the answers to the endless questions I had.

I’m having all of these memories come back and I’m so upset by them. However, it’s strange. It’s as if I’m sad for the little kid me. Not the ME that I am today.

I feel so sad that she wasn’t protected. I know that it’s not my fault, because I was a child. I was a little kid. And this adult man took advantage of my innocence and vulnerable family situation. Knowingly feeding alcohol to a minor with the intent of sex.

I also have memories of disturbing pornography on his computer throughout our 11-12 year relationship that ensued. However, I remember being too afraid to come forward to anyone. Or bringing it up to him, in fear of repercussions from him.

But the next steps is where I’m frozen and feel like I can’t move. Do I report it now? Is it possible to report it?

He is married with a little girl on the way. He is the step father to a young girl.

And I am left with the aching memory of crying in that man’s bathroom, covered in dried up blood, fighting back tears, with the disgusting and dizzying taste of blue REV on my breath. I am left to accept the fact that I was a victim of sexual assault.

As I sit about the press post, I recognize the date. It’s his birthday today. I wonder does he recall the day that impacted my life so disturbingly much? Does he know the pain he caused?

HOPE.

Hold on, Pain Ends.

You are stronger than your hardest moments. 🌻

IG; @ToTheRecoveringSoul

[starfox313]

Sleeping Dogs

14 months 

Since you last made me cry.

14 months

Since you left me defiled.

Why can't you just let 

Sleeping dogs lie?

I buried us a year ago,

There was no love lost,

You know that as well as I.

Why can't you just

Fucking let us die?

You were the one

Who carried the bloody knife,

But god forbid,

I take back the power 

That was rightfully mine. 

14 months 

Since I felt the need to hide.

14 months

Since I reclaimed my life.

So why won't you let 

Sleeping dogs lie?

[mykiddeservedit]

You Can’t Wash Off What Wasn’t Yours To Begin With - TRIGGER WARNINGS!! - Part 3 of 4

“You know there’s many different ways that you can kill the one you love. The slowest way is never loving them enough.” -Taylor Swift, High Infidelity My Interpretation: Not all harm looks like rage. Sometimes it is the slow, quiet kind – the kind that comes from being ignored, minimized, or used while someone claims to love you. The kind that lingers in your body long after it has happened.…

[whitecoatwriter]

Abuse usually will be life-altering. Your life becomes before "it" and after "it." It becomes like a landmark, people remember and recognise you with it. Even you yourself can't remember what was it like before "it." You see things in yourself and do not realise that it is an imprint left in you because of "it." You see things differently, think differently and as the years pass you are left with a single question in everything, "is this because of the abuse?"

[sunspider93]

My Abuser from Highschool liked me on BUMBLE so I'm gonna just say how crazy this time from my life was.

1: it happened the beginning of my sophomore year, 2018, August. He was a long time friend of mine, I went to his house (lived less than a mile away myself) and he pulled my shirt up and pushed me onto his bed. If I hadn't said that his nightstand was digging into my head, he may have done something.

2: I realized what he did Oct 2018, after talking to the Social Worker @ School about a separate incident with another student ( asked if I was 16 for consent. Didn't care)

3: I had a slight breakdown during Math that day and texted my mom, needing to be picked up. She was unable to, as my Great Grandmother was battle ovarian cancer and relied in my mom to make appointments. My dad picked me up. I demanded to go to mom. Dad took me to her and she sat in the truck with me while my dad rolled my Great G-ma in.

4: I told her what happened, what I realized what happened. And she was there for me. I had to have her tell my dad for me though when he came back.

5: Dad asked if I wanted to tell his dad, or tell the school. I said school, considering an incident did happen on the bus.

6: dad took me back, I got an audience with the Social Worker and the Vice Principle. I told them what happened. We were to be separated in all classes and were not to be in the same classes ever again.

7: word got out, other girls began to come forward about him. He was a serial molester.

8: into 2019, my father gets a call from his dad. His dad asked why his son was coming up crying, saying everyone is calling him a rapist.

The school never informed his dad and step mom

You'll never guess WHY.

Because they were already dealing with a sexual predator case in the home. With the other siblings.

9: They drove him to my house, and made him apologize. I wish I punched him.

Covid happens yadda yadda I graduate in '21.

Hes already balding and has a beer belly at 18. :)

Wonderful. Don't ever see him other than one time at college.

Oh no, he's in my online gym class (don't ask) and it says he's in for *checks notes* elementary education- what the FUCK.

That's what I get for not pressing charges. What the hell.

Anyways, that was in '23. So...what the FUCK did he think I was going to do when I look at my likes list and see this balding, ugly ass 21 year old man in there? Did he expected me to just..forgive and forget? Like HUH???

Anyways thats my story fuck you Spencer I can't wait to see you rot in hell :)

[phoxey]

I can't help you.

Bada Lee x fem!reader

CW: hurt/comfort ANGST!!!! Big triggerwarning bc of Selfharm. Please do not read this if you are currently stuggling with (thoughts of) self harming.

AN: I wrote this for an ANON request, which i got a week ago. Sorry anon that im only doing it now, i was really busy. I hope you are okay, Anon. Remember you are so loved.

Bada was your safe place. Has always been. She knew you had been struggling with depression since you were a child, due to trauma from your childhood home. Your father died after a decade of him struggling with substance abuse and depression since you were born. Your mother just told you to suck it up and to not be weak. She refused to get you therapy.

You met Bada in middle school. You immediately became best friends, after she sat down next to you on the first day of school and said: “We are friends now.”

Since then, you two became inseparable. People knew if they invite Bada, you were coming too. You even slept at Bada’s house more often than at your own home. And as soon as both of you graduated you moved in with each other.

The only thing that Bada ever did without you was dancing. Bada called dancing her second greatest love after you. She always ran her choreography drafts by you, to get your feedback. It was her trying to involve you in her passion so you wouldn’t feel left out, and you loved it.

When you were with Bada, the demons in your head were quiet. They only came out whenever you were separated from Bada.

Since Street Woman Fighter 2 began she had spent most of her time at the studio. In the beginning you were fine, since the two of you still texted throughout the day. But the more the season progressed, the shorter her messages became. Bada was just stressed and busy, you knew that. But what if…?

What if she was growing apart from you?

What if she wasn’t busy, but just annoyed by you?

What if she didn’t love you anymore?

What if, she was just holding out with you?

What if she realized that you were just a burden to her?

What if she would be more successful if you weren’t there?

What if she was happier if you weren’t there?

What if she hated you?

You didn’t know how but the next time you opened your eyes again, you were standing in front of the bathroom mirror. The cold bright lights hurting your tired eyes. You barely remembered the past few days. You only remembered sitting in front of your phone praying for a message from her, neither sleeping, nor eating. You could barely recognize yourself in the mirror. Pale and with dark circles around your eyes.

Crying didn’t help letting the darkness out of you body anymore. Neither did journalling. You had tried distracting yourself, but you couldn’t watch more than thirty seconds of a movie before your brain started to run the demons’ voices again. Nothing helped anymore.

Except…

Your eyes briefly fell to your own razor before your eyes shot back up to your reflection. Your eyes pleaded with yourself.

“Please don’t do it… “, you whispered to yourself. “Please, Please…”

You kept begging yourself to not do it, but your hands moved on their own.

When Bada actually did come home that night, she found the entire apartment in darkness, even the shutters were closed. She put down her bag on the kitchen counter and noticed how the state of the kitchen and the unwashed dishes hadn’t changed since she was here a few days ago. She heard sobbing from the bedroom and immediately rushed there. The bedroom was empty as well but the door to the bathroom was opened a crack and the cold, sterile light streamed into the bedroom.

She swung the door open and there you were. Sitting on the tiles, holding your arms, your white shirt now red. You were sobbing but your eyes were dry.

Slowly you looked up at her.

“Babe… what is this? “, Bada asked slowly. Her heart was racing and aching when she saw your arms and the razor next to you on the floor.

“I’m sorry... I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to… I really tried…”, you muttered between sobs.

Bada briefly left the bathroom, and you were afraid that she was leaving you for good now, but just a minute later she returned.

“Wash it with cold water. Rinse it off.”, She said calmly but sternly.

Was she angry with you? She had to be. You obediently did as she said and got up, washing your arms with ice cold water. She bent down and took the razor in the meantime and threw it away. But she watched your every move.

When she saw that you were done, she handed you two bandages. “Wrap those around your arms.”

You did that as well. In silence Bada watched you, but also guided you as you two walked into the bedroom. Gently she sat you down on the bed.

“Wait here.”

Bada went into the bathroom again and closed the door. You sat there in the dark for a while, pulling your knees to your chest.

You wondered if Bada was really angry at you. Would she leave you now? You shouldn’t have put such a burden on her. Why did you do that? Bada was already stressed enough and now you only added to it. Or did you? Did she even care?

You felt the mattress sink in next to you and that snapped you out of your thoughts. You looked at her. Only to meet her intense eyes, which made you immediately look down.

You opened your mouth to say something, but not a sound came out and so you closed it again.

“I don’t hate you.”, she broke the silence.

“Why were you so cold just now?”, you asked softly.

“I read that it’s best to not react too much to self-harm, and for the person to wrap the wounds themselves. Also, I wanted to radiate calmness, for you and for myself too.”, Bada explained.

You nodded. “Ah… makes sense.”

Bada’s gaze softened and out the corner of your eye you saw her turning to you and opening her arms. Slowly you sank into her embrace and hid your face in her chest. Wordless she rubbed your back. The two of you stayed like that for a while. Bada’s heartbeat wasn’t exactly calm, but it soothed you nevertheless.

“Why?”, she whispered into the dark.

“You were gone for so long… and the thoughts got so loud…”, you mumbled ashamed.

“I’m sorry…“

„Don’t be please. Please. It’s my fault. Not yours. You were busy being so great and successful. I love that for you, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

“It’s not your fault either.”

“But it is… I promised you that I would never do it again… and here I am.”, you whispered.

Bada was silent for another moment.

“It wasn’t your fault. You are not those evil thoughts. They are there in your head but they don’t define you. Got it?”

You nodded slowly.

“We have to do something against them.”, Bada said then. “I would hate if this or worse happens again. I can’t promise to be with you at all times. And I want you to be safe and happy even when I am gone.”

“I don’t know what to do though…”, you said.

“Go to therapy.“

“What?”

Bada looked at you. Her stern gaze was gone, now her beautiful eyes were sad and filled with tears.

“I can’t help you.”, she said, her voice cracking. “As much as I want to. I see you suffering daily and I hate that, I feel so helpless. And when I am gone, I know you suffer even more. But I can’t change it… it’s my job. So please…”

“Bada, I-… I wouldn’t even know where to start.”, you admitted.

“You don’t have to. I am still by your side. I will help you. I will look with you for therapists, I will call them with you, I will go to them with you.”, she said immediately.

You were silent. In all those years you never looked into getting therapy. The taunting voice of your mother in your head. That you should be strong and get over yourself. You waited for it to come… but today, your mothers voice remained silent. Confused you blinked. The voice had been there just five minutes ago. Why was it silent now?

“Babe? “, Bada pulled you out of your thoughts again.

You met her gentle eyes, her beautiful face, her beautiful soul behind all that. Your heart felt oddly light all of a sudden.

“Okay.”

[dear-lucrow]

hi!

I’m sorry if it’s some kind of overstepping of boundaries but since I always see a distinct correlation between being an amazing author and having great preferences in reading (and also as your other blog states you work in the editorial field) maybe you could share some of your favourite fictional books pretty please? 🥺 🙏 (something more or less light and/or a la dbd would be perfect)

p.s. also thank you so much for your fics they’re wonderful💛

Oh hi! That's such a nice question, thank you! 🥰

I love reading things from all different genres, so my favourites are all over the place. But here are some of them:

If you love Dead Boy Detectives, you might like these books:

"The Raven Boys" by Maggie Stiefvater is the first book of the Raven Cycle Series about a group of strange friends with an even stranger mission, featuring a neurotic but posh weirdo, the local psychic prodigy, a polished boy from a rough home, a dreamer, and... well, you will find out. It's set in a us-american smalltown in which little is as it seems and whimsical but wicked magic runs through every tree...

This YA series is funny, spooky, emotional and whimsical and thus the very first books I thought about in relation to DBDA! It deals with similar topics of belonging, fait and/or faith, child abuse, mental health, coming of age, complex romances and friendships. Also ghosts and magic!

"Cemetery Boys" by Aiden Thomas tells the story of young brujo Yadriel who wants to prove himself to his traditional family and accidentally summons a ghost. Worse: it's the ghost of his classmate and resident bad-bod Julian Diaz, who seemed to have just died. Worst: he can't get rid of him. Trying to simultaneously hide his muck-up from his family and investigate Julians death, Yadriel must soon face an even worse problem: He might be falling in love with a dead man...

This YA book is so well written, great worldbuilding, so much wit! If you like banter you've come to the right place. It is also very sensitive and nuanced in his depiction of the trans experience (our main character is a transboy in conflict with a loving but not fully understanding family). Some other themes are of course family dynamics, prejudices, othering but also friendship, acceptance and finding peace within yourself.

"The Ninth House" by Leigh Bardugo is the first of an on-going series about young delinquent Alex Stern who has a very special gift: She can see the dead roaming among us. After she mysteriously survives a bloody tragedy, she finds herself having the attention of those in the know about the supernatural that covet her power. She gets invited to attend Yale University as the new deciple of House Lethe: an organization pleadged to check and balance the dark and dangerous magic performed by the secret societies on campus. Her mentor in all of this is a charming and well-mannered older student known as the "Gentleman of Lethe". The problem: He has vanished. And now there's a dead girl found on campus...

This series is phenomenal! It's dark, it's sarcastic, it's rich in world- and characterbuilding! Plus many great twists and mysteries! And most importantly: Its writing is very powerful. It tackles themes of feeling lost/not belonging, family and class, academic biases and exclusion, growing as a person and second chances, fatal flaws and shame but also finding a place in a world that seems to haunt you. Triggerwarning: this is more of an adult book, containing graphic depictions of violence and even sexual assault that may be triggering. Proceed with caution.

Maybe others can share more dbda-esque book-recs in the notes?

Also, since you asked, here some other suggestions for light reading:

Anything by Alice Oseman! Although my favourite is "Loveless". You might know her for the 'Heartstopper' comics and series, but she also wrote a lot of great queer YA books with lots of heart and joy and depth. The sort of book I wish I could've read when I was in school and struggling with who I am and why I am different.

Same thing for Rainbow Rowell (the 'Simon Snow' books, starting with 'Carry on'. Even better if you've read 'Fangirl' first, but not obligatory. The characters just originated from what was basically a Harry Potter substitute in this contemporary story) or Becky Albertalli (I still vividely remember reading "Simon vs. The Homosapien Agenda", it was just so fun and today it might get ridiculed a bit for being the cliché gay teen coming out book... but I grew up without any gay teen coming out books to even be cliché! So for me it was very joyful to read.)

Also check out Casey McQuiston for more adult queer romance ("One Last Stop" was so fun!)

And Lily Chu for just fun and still thoughtful romantic comedies!

K.J. Charles for some (very adult!) historical mysteries like in "The Will Darling Adventures" or "A Charm of Magpies" series (both set in England of the late nineteenth/early twentieth century, second one with fantasy, and both featuring a dynamic investigative duo of gay people with big feelings between them)

I have SO MANY MORE, especially once we get into crime or fantasy or classics or contemporary literature or... but this post would take on unmentionable lengths 😂 Hope you find something you like 🥰

[rubiesintherough]

small meme call for melody, bc she's really awake. poke the heart if you want some memes from her. if you're a multi, you can also reply to this and lemme know which of your muses you want the memes for, otherwise they'll be left open / dealer's choice.

extra info about her here. And consider this a full, blanket triggerwarning: her story / character involves a LOT of violence, child abuse, and trauma. She's an extremely messed up, angry kid, with the dangerous ability to fry people with electricity... and she has a hair trigger. Please only interact with her if you're okay with all this.

[bigmack2go]

I’ve been talking about it a few times but recently i’ve gotten more into it so i crafted

Famsies

And here is some random information about newsies as parents

Starting with Spralbert:

The have four kids. They planned three. But Rocket turned out to have a twin sister.

The kids call Albert Dad. They call Spot Pop, and Race Pa.

Brooklyn is the oldest. She’s one year older than Conny and almost five years older than the twins. Conny is one year younger than Brooklyn and four years older than the twin. Roxy and Rocket are almost five years younger than Brooklyn and four years younger than Conny.

Brooklyn doesn’t have a nickname per se but her dads call her their little dancer sometimes. Conny is sometimes called Con but usually they just say Conny. Her dads sometimes call her honey, or hun. Roxy doesn't have one either, her dads just call her princess but Rocket is often called Rocky as a joke, so all the children have o’s and y’s in their names. His dad’s sometimes call him their star, or rockstar

Brooklyn does ballet until she’s 12 and then gives it up for hip hop.

Conny loves animals, she hates school and she’s barely inside unless she has to. She especially loves birds, specifically ducks and chickens. At eight, up until she’s twelve, she has a circus phase.

Rocket has a new hobby every other week.

Roxy loves acting, dressing up or doing makeup.

Javey has two daughters.

Luna and Fey.

Luna three years older than Fey. She’s two years younger than Conny, three years younger than Brooklyn and two years older than Roxy and Rocket.

Davey is Dad and Jack is Daddy.

Luna is super close with Rocket. They do like practically everything together.

Fey is into Astronomy and shit. She’s also in school plays with Roxy.

Crayon only has a son called Freddy. He’s Connys age and he’s super artistic. He was also 100% a boyscout and u CANNOT change my mind.

Feel free to send asks about more newsies as Parents!! I’m definitely planning on Blush getting a kid. But if you want more, I’m absolutely up for it!!!!

Under cut, theres more information about Spralberts kids and Spralberts backrounds.

BIG FAT Triggerwarning for the latter!!!

Also appearances lol

Albert has two stepbrothers, Oscar and Morris, who are also his cousins. Morris is six years older than him and four years older than Oscar. Oscar is four years younger than Morris and two years older than Albert. Albert is six years younger than Morris and two years younger than Oscar.

Alberts mom died when he was 17, which left him alone with his stepdad, because Oscar and Morris already moved out at that point. His stepdad was pretty abusive, and alcoholic after Alberts mom, Lady, passed.

Races real name is Ed. He was kicked out by his parents for being gay at 14 and then adopted by Medda. His adoptive brothers are Jack and Crutchie (real name Charlie). All three of them were born in the same year but Jack is the oldest by a few months, and Race is the youngest, making Crutchie the middle child.

Spot lost his family in a housefire when he was pretty young. Only he and his older sister Niamh survived. Spot’s real name is Carlo.

Niahm is 7 years older than Spot.

Spot often blames himself for being one of the only ones that survived the fire. He used to burn himself as a teenager, to feel the same pain that his family must have felt in their final moments.

After Alberts mom died he used to hurt himself too.

Same for Race after getting kicked out by his parents.

Spot is Hispanic, Latino. He’s from Cuba originally but he and Niamh moved to New York after the fire. he has short dark hair. He’s very short but makes up for it with muscles. A lot of muscles. So many muscles.

Albert is white and from Brazil originally. He used to live there until he was three. Then his mom moved to Canada and his dad to alabama, which is where he switched every two weeks until he was seven. Then he and his mom moved to New York and moved in with Alberts stepdad. He has ginger, fluffy hair and an athletic stature.

Race is an Italian immigrant. He lived in New York for as long as he can remember. He’s white and has has blonde curly hair and is really, really tall.

Brooklyn is black, and she’s adopted. Her parents are unknown and also where she comes from. But she was extremely shy when she first got adopted and flinched at sudden movements, leaving little to imagination.

Conny a blonde, white canadian girl and is also adopted since she was two. They started to look for someone with similar genetics as Race.

Roxy and Rocket are Alberts biological children. But also adopted by Race and Spot. Roxy is brown and has black long hair, looking a bit more like her birth mother, while Rocket has short, reddish /blonde hair

[luniax13]

Yandere Tartaglia x Reader 2.0

SFW

Part 2

TRIGGERWARNING: indicated threats, theft of freedom, mentioned cosequence of drug-abuse, jealousy

Summary:

The game was fun, maybe he grants you a deal out of mercy

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"What is it, that you wish for, my love", he asked as he carried you back to the tunnel. You frowned. All your hope was lost as he stepped into the darkness. "I think you know that by now. I told you many times before", you sighed. He smiled. "But how could I set you free, if it's you, who keeps my heart captive in her hands?", he questioned. You felt the urge to cry. "You say, you would grant me any wish, right?", you asked hoping for a new chance of freedom. "Anything but freedom, my dear.", he mused. "I wish to visit a friend of mine, that lives near the academia.", you tried to change his mind. You didn't want to return to his cold home.

He stopped in his tracks. "Was that friend the reason for you to try to escape?", Tartaglia interrogates, his voice cold without the slightest track of his cheerfull mood, in which he had been just mere seconds ago. You swallowed hard. "No, it was my own decision.", you explain suddenly fearing for Cynos life. Sometimes you forget just how dangerous Tartaglia can be. Sometimes it still feels like he's just a customer at the small café you worked at. When you didn't know, who he was. Who knew, being kind and treating one another like humans, would get you tangled up with the Fatui like that. Would get you an unwanted engagement with the 11th Harbinger.

He stayed silent for a moment longer as if to determine, if you spoke the truth or not, before talking again, in a more happy tune. "You're in luck, her majesty, the tsaritsa, allowed me to have something of the kinds of an vacation. I have to admit, I have never been to Sumeru before.", he stated, slowly letting you down to let you stand on your own feet again, carfully observing your physical state. Tartaglia was holding you close as he noticed, how hard standing was for you at the moment. "The dose was too strong.", he cursed himself. "Nearby is a village. Someone who is somewhat versed in the means of medicene lives there.", you mention, trying to help and to get to your goal of freedom. Tartaglia seemed to consider the options before sighing defeated. "Alright, let's get you there, my dear.", he decided, before picking you up again.

"She seems to be just a little exhausted, which is why she hasn't recovered from eating the mushroom yet." explained Tighnari to Tartaglia, as you were urged to lay down. You were at the brim of unconsiousness. "She will need some sleep and should not do any work, that is hard on her physical condition", the forest-ranger elaborated further. Tartaglia nodded understanding. "I will stay by her side.", he promised. It wasn't only a promise to protect you, but also to never let you slip away from his side ever again. You were the furthest away from feeling protected near him, espacily when Tighnari left the two of you alone. He sat down beside you, staring at you with absence to his look, as if he was in a different world, eyes as lifeless as always. It was hard to follow Tighnaris suggestion to try to sleep, with his contsant staring letting you feel uncomfortable. Suddenly, he blinked and layed down next to you, the bed being barely long enough to fit his tall figure. You gave him a confused look as he made himself comfortable, enjoying the luxury of a bed. "Remember, that I accompanied you, meaning as long as you didn't have bed, I didn't have a bed.", he explained amused of you staring at him.

"Greet Cyno from me, if you get the chance and remember to not eat any strange mushrooms on your way.", Tighnari wished you good bye, before returning to his duties.

After several hours of walking, the two you finally arrived at entrance to Sumeru City, asking arround for the General Mahamatra. Tartaglia was visibly annoyed, knowing you knew another man of high status. As you reached the main building of the academia, Cyno coincidentally stepped out of the main entrance, cheering up as he layed eyes on you, mood changing drastically into an irritated expression as soon as he noticed the 11th Harbinger by your side.

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//AN: let's see how this evolves

here's Part 1

[sterbetal]

“You're a witch, aren't you?“ — “Do I look like one?“ — “You bet. I mean a pointed hat and a wand. And you're talking to animals.“ She said. “Besides.." That mysterios girl pointed her finger at Ivalera — her little elf companion. “There's her“

(ʙᴇʀꜱᴇʀᴋ (ベルセルク) — schierke, 23, a witch in training and a member of black swordsmann party. Indie rp for schierke. crossover friendly. the anime and manga are known.

please be kind to me and talk to me in the language you like, I definitly prefer german. it's easier for me to reply, just give me more time, If you like to talk in english. I love to write stories and the oldschool way — so don't be shy, we should start a conversation and give our characters a soul. (using the template from @glitchkingdesign) triggerwarning: heavy topics of sexual abuse, violence, manipulation, mental illness etc. If you dont' feel comfortable with, say it and we can change it.

[crooked-smile-girl]

Giving me the beer you couldn’t finish

Is not a gift

It’s giving me your trash

Know the difference

Know that I know the truth

Behind every single one of your lies.

I find it pathetic

That’s your idea of peace

I can’t wait until life comes to meet you

Alone in the street

[bartendingfights]

Charles Blackthorn Background

NAME: Charles Blackthorn

NICKNAMES: Charlie, Char, Chazzy-Bear (although he'd kill you if you called him that. nickname reserved for his Memaw or Ma).

SEXUALITY: Bisexual

OCCUPATION: Bar owner & Bartender

HEIGHT: 6'4

EYE COLOR: Blue

HAIR COLOR: Brown

FAMILY

PARENTS: Mickey Blackthorn (father, deceased), Katherine Blackthorn (mother, alive but ill)

OTHER FAMILY: Mickey Blackthorn lll (eldest brother, deceased), Elijah Blackthorn (eldest brother, alive), Daniel Blackthorn (Middle brother, alive), Eliza Blackthorn (eldest sister, alive), Katie Blackthorn (middle sister, alive), Melissa Blackthorn (youngest sister, alive), Emily Blackthorn (twin sister to Delilah, alive), Delilah Blackthorn (twin sister to Emily, alive), Blanche Blackthorn (grandmother, alive), Mickey Blackthorn Sr (grandfather, deceased).

CHILDHOOD

TRIGGERWARNINGS: mentions of abuse, fighting/arguments,

Charles is the youngest son of Mickey and Katherine Blackthorn. He was the last-born son in the Blackthorn household. He was a tiny little thing, and his father was convinced that the boy wasn't going to make it. Katherine had faith that her little boy would survive, and he did. Charles was absolutely adored by his grandmother, the woman was constantly looking after the boy when he was little. To say Charles was her favorite was an understatement. Charles often was found glued to his big sister Eliza. She would read to him and tell him stories all the time. Mostly in secret, otherwise his father would have had a tantrum.

Eliza was the reason that Charles was always fascinated by books and literature in general. She also was the reason he fell in love with musicals and anything theatrical. By middle school, Charles was often spending his free time at the library and working on set of some of the middle school plays. Eliza was the only one who knew about these little adventures and was supportive of trying to get him to try out for one of the plays. In some ways, that was their little secret, mostly because she knew what would happen if her father discovered this. Things ran smoothly until the night of Jack and the Magic Bean. Charles had worked hard and landed the main role. Eliza went to support him and couldn't have been prouder. However, that night was the same night that her older brother Mickey followed them.

Their father was told immediately and the following day after school, his brothers rounded him up and dragged him home. Eliza was unaware of the situation entirely. His brothers took their turns following their fathers' orders. While his other brothers held Charles down his eldest brother Mickey tipped his backpack open and out spilled a couple books. He watched as Mickey threw his books into the fireplace and laughed.

After that whole incident, Charles fell silent. He only spoke when spoken to and carried on with his business. He left that room with a busted lip and several bruises. His mother acted as if nothing had occurred and didn't even question the bruises. Eliza was a different story, but she watched as her brother shrank into himself. Soon falling into a pattern of doing whatever he was ordered to do by his father.

ADULTHOOD

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𓂀 #TriggerWarning - Due to Graphic Content 𓂀

𓂀 The Memory of ‘45 (Part #2) 𓂀

[I woke with a start, my fight or flight response was high as I sat upright in bed with my chest heaving while I looked around my room]

My room? [I whispered mostly to myself as I wondered if I was actually in my room at Gran's or if I was still back in that dank, smelly basement I'd been in before. The smell of the basement crept into my senses as I looked down at my hands. They'd been washed --- I had washed them --- No, I hadn't washed them, at least not that I could remember. It was all fuzzy and unsure. Then Dad had been holding my hand but that couldn't be right either. Dad was in the U.S.

I was breathing hard trying to make sense of the flashes of memory that were popping into my mind, but slowly my breathing steadied, and I let the memories carry me through it.

Vivi and I had been kidnapped. Her boyfriend, Brandon Taylor, was involved. Then the voices including his talked about making our Dad bow down to their Boss who wanted to take over whatever area. I'd scoffed inwardly because they sure as hell didn't know anything about our Dad. We'd been held for days with Brandon coming in slapping us both around before his sole focus turned onto Vivian. She'd denied him sex because, as she told me and him, she wanted it to be special. She wanted it to be at the right time and to mean something instead of a simple shag. He'd pulled out his Willy and jacked off more than once all over my sister's beautiful red hair. Brandon had been telling her she'd beg him to shag her, and as the hours of abuse dragged on, I could see the brightness in my sister's eyes fading from existence.

I don't know what happened outside the door, but there was shouting, then the door opened and was slammed shut. I could tell it was Brandon simply by the sound of his feet and breathing. The foul stench that clung to him had me wanting to hurl on the filth covered floor, but when he got close his eyes looked wild and the scent of liquor mingled with his stench. "You don't want a shag well, bitch, then I'm fucking taking what you owe me." My head snapped up at his words that were followed by the ripping of the remnants of Vivian's skirt and panties.

"Get the fuck off her!" I'd yelled, but Brandon hadn't heard me or more like he ignored me as his focus was on getting his cock out and taking what he wanted without my sister's consent.

She was pleading, telling him no in a whimpering voice that told me she would prefer death to this and I reacted. The partial shift had come on quickly, morphing my hands and face to that of something monstrous, then I broke free and tore into Brandon. His throat slashed, cock and balls bitten off and slung somewhere on the filth covered floor, then I'd torn into the rest of him.

Blood was splattering the walls and when I finally stopped, his blood dripped off my chin to the rotten flooring beneath me. I wiped my chin but wound up smearing the blood as I shifted back and got my sister freed and out of that basement. We'd weaved through the back alleys of London while people were in the town square celebrating the end of WW2.

When we finally got to Gran's she came running out with her hands to her mouth to keep from screaming and then my eyes moved to the figure behind her. It was our Dad, but what was he doing here in London? As he walked closer, the adrenaline I'd been running on gave out, and I fell forward with Vivian in my arms]

Dad caught us? [I shook my head as my memory came in flashes with each time I came to. Gran was scurrying around the kitchen, getting bowls of hot, soapy water and rags that she used to clean off both Vivi, and I's faces before she told Dad to carry my sister upstairs to her bedroom then she kissed my head, "My brave, strong girl." Then she'd left me in the kitchen with Dad when he came back down while Gran helped Vivi get changed and in bed. When she came back, she whispered something to my Dad that sounded like, "She's not saying anything." and I looked up mere seconds before my head hit the table.

The next thing I remember is Gran holding my head, singing softly as she threaded her fingers through my hair. When she saw I was awake, she helped me up and to the bathroom, where I showered and put on a tea gown that was two sizes too big, but it smelled like Gran and I needed that scent as I pulled it tight around me with my arms. I walked out of the bathroom and into Gran's arms just as Dad walked by on his way to the door. He looked angry, but it wasn't directed at Vivi and me. I looked at Gran, who told me, "He's going to deal with who hurt you and your sister. Now let's get you into bed."

That was the last memory until my waking up. I could hear Vivian sobbing in her room and that sound drew me to my feet, leading me from my room to hers where I walked in and settled in behind my twin. My arms wrapped around her as I whispered next to her ear] I'm here and no one will hurt you ever again.

𓂀 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕄𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕪 𝕠𝕗 '𝟜𝟝 (ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕦𝕖𝕕) 𓂀

𓂀 #𝕋𝔹ℂ 𓂀

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