#tw mention of abuse

[anniespositivity]

The sad truth is that too many horrible things exist in this world. Humans are cruel, unfair, abusive and so many other things that damage our beautiful universe. This is a big thank you to everyone who still believes in the good - to everyone who made it their mission to be the good. It surely is not easy to find light among this darkness. Sometimes it is truly easier to think about giving up and losing hope. But you do not, which is why you are absolutely remarkable. Thank you for creating light, my love. No matter how big or small - it shines so bright.

[kiame-sama]

Twin Eclipses- (Yandere!Illumi x Reader)

Warnings; yandere, mention of abuse, coercion, threats, mention of being threatened, unfair situations, female bodied reader, mention of past noncon, mention of birthing troubles,

You stood on your porch, watching your rambunctious pair of little ones run and play. It was tough being a single mom and having twins- tougher than anyone can imagine- but you loved your kids and all their wonderful quirks.

The village you currently lived in was tucked away in the mountain side and thankfully there were plenty of retired elderly folk who just adored your sons. The extra hands to help care for your boys made your life somewhat easier, allowing you to have much more freedom than you would have otherwise. You were content where you lived and you were thankful for the people who lived around you.

The two were both boys; born about 12 hours apart from one another. They were a unique pair in both personality and temper.

From their births you knew they would be special, the very celestial bodies oddly timed to the both of them. A solar eclipse occured when your first son was born, his white hair turning black and blue eyes burning a red-orange. Twelve hours later a lunar eclipse occured when your second son was born, much like his older brother going from white and blue to black and red-orange. When their individual eclipses faded, their hair and eyes returned to how they were prior as you realized both of your boys used nen moments out of the womb.

The story of your life? Well, that one was more than a little rough, and you truly wanted to forget what happened and why you had to come to this village in the first place. At least you escaped your personal hell and managed to leave before anyone caught wind of your pregnancy. It was difficult to do so due to your mangled ankle, but you had still managed despite your struggles.

As you watched your pair play, you did your best to keep the dark thoughts out of your mind and just live in the moment. You still jumped when shadows fell over you and any sudden noise made fear strike into your heart, but it seemed they would actually allow you and your boys to live freely. Returning would mean imprisonment and your boys would be taken from you, so for now you were content to hide even if you were so close to danger.

Shadows played at the edge of your vision and you caught yourself glancing around every now and again just in case your mind wasn't playing tricks on you. So when you caught a flash of white from your left side among the trees, you felt almost frantic.

"Boys! It's time to come in!"

Despite the unison whine of disappointment, your two five year olds both shuffled inside, neither taking note of your increased panic. But of course, life wasn't going to pull any punches for you. Before you could enter your home, a man that was all too familiar emerged from the trees.

His white hair and piercing blue eyes pinned you to the spot as three others emerged as well. Nothing could stop your heart from flying into a panic as you observed the four men who now silently watched you. Some level of relief filled your mind when you didn't see him join the group, but his absence only slightly lessened your fear.

There certainly would be no running, because you already knew they would easily catch you and your sons would never be able to keep up. That left you two options to choose from, first; stay where you were and allow the men to approach, or second; go to them.

A rather strong part of you argued against approaching the dangerous men, but you approaching kept your sons farther away from harm. The choice was clear, even if you didn't like it.

Closing your door, you mentally psyched yourself up for what you feared would happen, forcing your legs to begin moving. You could feel the eyes of the four men trained on you with predatory precision as you approached, only heightening your stress as you limped towards the group. When you came within ten feet of them you finally stopped, staring at each man in turn.

"(Y/n), it certainly has been a while, hasn't it?"

"Yes, it certainly has been, sir."

"Come now, there's no need for such formality. After all, you don't work for us anymore."

"Force of habit, sir."

The first to greet you was an old and familiar face, his eyes wrinkled at the corners and his stature was quite small in comparison to his associates. You knew the man well as you had primarily worked under his command when you worked for the family.

What family, you may ask?

Why, the Zoldyck family, of course.

Maha, the eldest of the family, had been the one you worked with the most out of the rest of the family members and so, he was the one who you were most familiar with. Standing among him were his grandson Zeno, his great-grandson Silva, and your father, Gotoh. Where you would have been thrilled to see your father after so long, the reunion was bitter due to the rather unfortunate circumstances that led to you fleeing the house of Zoldyck.

"I take it you found my message?"

"Yes. Quite the clever hiding place, he would have never thought to look there."

"Does... Does he know about... Them? About me?"

"No. Illumi has not been informed and has been kept out of the loop, so to speak."

"Then why are you here?"

Dread was weighing heavily in your heart and your more accusatory words only served to deepen that dread, not at all feeling the confidence your voice held. You knew what they were capable of and you didn't want to give them a reason to be upset with you, but what choice did you have? It wasn't only you at risk now.

"I believe you already know the answer to that. Your boys, both having white hair and blue eyes, they are clearly of the Zoldyck bloodline. With Killua away from the family and having no interest in returning, the family is put at jeopardy without a potential heir to the mantle that is head of the family."

Your heart thudded with a hollow feeling in your chest, fear flooding your veins. You knew there was a possibility of them coming for your sons, but you had always hoped they would just let you and your family be. Of course they would be interested in your boys, they did hold a clear familial resemblance after all.

Despite knowing that begging would do nothing to sway them, you couldn't help the pleading tone your voice took.

"Please... They're just boys. They don't know anything about their heritage. Please don't take them from me."

"(Y/n), I know it was not your choice to have them in the first place but you must understand, the future of the family comes first."

"They aren't members of the family. They're bastards."

"A bastard is still family by blood. Even you can't deny the similarities. They are Zoldycks, the both of them. Their Nen alone proves their familial ties."

There was little more that you wanted to do other than run, taking your boys with you, even if you knew you wouldn't get very far. You had hoped that because your sons were bastards, the rest of the family wouldn't be interested in them, but clearly that was just wishful thinking.

"Please.. You- you just don't understand why I can't hand them over."

"I do understand, child. They are your sons as much as they are Illumi's and you care for them greatly."

"That's not all..."

"What is it then?"

"Illumi will kill them."

A silence fell over the clearing as Maha's eyes widened ever so slightly in surprise, clearly not expecting your words. It was then Silva spoke up, his deep voice sending terror straight down your spine.

"Illumi wouldn't lay a hand on them. He doesn't harm family."

You surprised even yourself with the humorless and dry bark of a laugh that escaped you, the fragile illusion of confidence quickly dissolving around you. Memories of those cold doll-like eyes flashed through your mind, each horrible thing done to you replaying in your head. His low hissed threats ringing in your ears and turning your blood to ice.

"Yes. Yes he will. I didn't get injured due to some freak accident like he forced me to claim... He..." You slowly pulled your lame ankle towards your other leg, "he did this to me. He said it was so I couldn't run from him anymore. He knew what he was doing to me was wrong but he didn't care. Every day, he threatened to kill any child I may have if I ever tried to run. You know as well as I that Illumi doesn't just casually threaten unless he intends to follow through. I ran, he will kill them, that's why I took such extreme measures to ensure he wouldn't find that letter."

You looked over your shoulder towards your home, two pairs of eyes glimmering from the windows. There's no way your boys could even know the danger that was before them or the fact that the four strange men who had arrived at their home were members of their family. You hadn't spoken much to your boys about their family and you honestly dreaded the conversation you would one day have to have with them.

"He can't harm them if he can't get to them."

"What do you mean?"

You looked back at the second oldest Zoldyck, Zeno, as he closed his eyes in contemplation.

"If they are protected by the family, he can't hurt them, not without extreme consequences."

"Yeah, but he's welcome to hurt me as much as he wants."

Your words held a certain level of venom to them, thinking back to the hell that was your life for the last year you worked for the family. It was hard to not be bitter, knowing that even if you had spoken up about the abuse you suffered at the hands of Illumi, no one would have believed you. It was hard to ignore evidence of that abuse now though, as there were two new lives that resulted from it.

"Child, you know I would have sided with you had you come to me about it."

"No, you wouldn't have and you damn well know it. The family comes first, right? What's the word of some expendable worker when put up against any member of the family? No one cared. Countless others heard and even saw what he did to me, no one said a word."

Maha stood in silence at your harsh reply and you already knew you were right. You didn't have to call him on his bluff to know you were right.

"You are their mother, and they clearly love you," Maha nodded towards the window of curious eyes, "so you would be protected as well."

"Someone should tell that to Illumi."

"He won't be able to get to you-"

"Oh, like he wasn't supposed to be able to rape me? Not like it happened every day- oh, wait. It did. Every day I screamed and begged for mercy, every day he told me no one cared and that I was as useful and expendable as any other fuck-toy."

"(Y/n)-"

"No. I was in labor for too long to say I didn't suffer in agonizing loneliness for the sake of my family. I gave birth to the both of them while I was alone in a freezing cabin before anyone came to help me. I cut both umbilical cords myself. I almost died because I was too exhausted and weak by the time the second one arrived to feed them before the neighbors decided to check on me. The elderly folk in this village are more family to them than any of you. I raised them to be better than the monsters you call children. You want another heir? Make one yourself! Leave my sons and I out of your robotic murderous clan!"

You were surprised at the way you actually snapped at the assassins, your pain and anger far outweighing your fear of the men. Honestly, you'd sooner die fighting than let them take a single child from you. They seemed to realize you were not in the mood or place to agree to anything, let alone give up your sons for them to train as killers.

They were smart, and they knew eventually you would be unable to keep going as you had been and would truly need them, especially with the way your ankle had been mangled. To some degree, they understood your anger and sympathized with what you went through. Though you had not been married into the family, you were still one of the most trusted of their workers and now you were the mother of the next generation. You are family.

Maha and Silva were both particularly fond of you when you worked for them, Silva even telling you how much he trusted you with his family. You practically served them your entire life before you ran, and they had failed to see what was being done to you. But, there was no doubt they truly respected you after all you went through and all you did to protect your sons despite the great toll it took on you physically and mentally.

Your now mostly silver hair was a testament to how much you had sacrificed for your children and how great the toll had been. Though your face was still youthful, the darkness around your eyes told of hardship and endless sleepless nights. They would have to tread carefully while deciding what course of action they were going to take. On top of all of that, they also needed to ensure your safety and the safety of your sons especially regarding Illumi.

It truly seemed to be out of character for him to threaten his own progeny or a member of his family. Then again, so were the deplorable actions that Illumi chose whenever he caught you alone.

The proof was there with your hidden letter, clips from security cameras in the estate, all time-stamped and compiled. Literal days worth of footage showed the depraved actions of the eldest Zoldyck son towards you. When you collected all of it, you even debated throwing it all out to save what tiny shred of dignity you clung to, but you needed the truth to be known.

Hiding the envelope and its contents so Maha would find it but Illumi would not was no easy feat to accomplish. If you were caught there would be no escape for you or the life that had already begun to grow inside of you. You left the first chance you got, but ensured to hop places several times before settling in a village on the far side of the same mountain range as the estate. The hope was that Illumi would dismiss any nearby area after his initial search, making it a safe-zone between where he searched and where he lived.

You chose to be close to danger because Illumi expected you to want to run as far as possible.

Just as the men had appeared, three of them practically vanished with hardly a trace. Only Gotoh stayed for a moment longer, his eyes full of sorrow and regret now that he finally knew your reasoning after you disappeared. He must not have been told the full story or shown the collected videos- not that he would want to see them anyway- and they must have decided that learning your fate would hurt less coming from you. Ever the emotional stone walls, not even family matters seemed to bother or surprise the Zoldycks, but you and your father were far more human.

In the end, he could find no words that would not add to the embarrassment, stress, or sorrow you had to live with. What could he say? He was so relieved to hear you were alive and relatively well, having given up hope a year after your disappearance. But to have the first meeting after so long be colored by his worst nightmares come true.

It was bitter-sweet, and you knew there were so many things that should have been said, but neither of you could voice them. He followed his masters, ever the faithful servant, away from your home and your sons. You knew it wasn't going to be your last time seeing them, you knew how they worked and how persistent they could be. They would need to back off and reassess the situation they now had on their hands.

This left you standing alone, trying to figure out what you could do to explain these events to your sons. You wouldn't put it past the Zoldycks to try and kidnap your boys, so you knew you needed to warn them to not trust anyone approaching them. Though it would be difficult for you and your two sons, it still needed to be done and you needed to keep your little family safe however you could. Even the feeling of being watched did little to deter you from returning to your boys who awaited you inside.

[thunderc1an]

the innocent son 

[gothghostiie]

Alejandro going after his wife's abusive father pls 🙏 going through it and need some Ale comfort

(I'm safe I promise just some memories as a kid)

cw: mention of abuse & canon violence

ale sees red as soon as you tell him. no matter what kind or how severe it was, hes furious. of course he comforts you at first but as soon as you're okay he asks you about his whereabouts. if you dont know or dont tell him he'll find out, trust me.

your father is gonna get a little visit from the Vaqueros, and god knows that man will regret ever breathing. the Vaqueros all love you, almost as much as they love justice. you best believe that piece of scum will never be happy in his life again, if hes allowed to live on.

[takami-flock]

FoY inspired memes - Part 2 [Reupload]

[itsguysnightitsironic]

We don't need to speak of it. (For a cut tree should have a silent fall)

Oh to be mutilated and drag others on your fall! Oh fear, lover! Oh fear!

Girl help! I'm reading into parts of the narrative that probably don't even exist.

The way I when feral when Lethica slaps him, LIKE YES! GET HIS ASS! I LOVE CONSEQUENCES, GIVE ME SOME GOOD OLD DIVORCE ARC-

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

“Oh come on, you can tell us! We’re your friends!”

Whumpee: “Last time you told me that, I wound up in the hospital with (Whumper) telling everyone I ‘fell’ down the stairs.”

love the angst!

[bebx]

Feel like this isn’t talked about enough, because if the genders were reversed and a man were caught on tape admitting to starting physical fights and mocking a woman for walking away, I bet we wouldn’t have had these “tHe ABuSe WaS mUTuAL” arguments like we do now, since society as a whole — especially media — seems to have a difficult time accepting the fact women are capable of violence the same way men are, and that male victims are just as valid as female victims.

Johnny had a part of his finger chopped off because she threw a bottle at him. He had to hide in the bathroom when she got physical. And she got mad at him because he hid from her in the bathroom. His abuser literally said to him “tell the world, Johnny, tell them ‘I, Johnny Depp, a man, I’m a victim too of domestic violence’ and see how many people believe or side with you” and yet we still have these ‘mutual abuse’ arguments going on simply because he sent inappropriate texts about her to his friend, after she’d been physically/verbally/mentally abusing him, and because he’d had drug problems, and because he’s a man.

I’m sorry but it’s obvious there’s only one abuser in their relationship, and it’s not Johnny.

[krystaldeath]

Cotl Auuuuu

It’s modern time babeyyyy

* This au does take place in modern day but it technically “starts” in the late 90s bc it’s a Narinder and Lamb were childhood best friends au :))

* I honestly have the most ideas for when they’re in high school but I’ll get to that in a bit (also should say this was inspired by that one prom post from redcrowncafe where Lamb talks about their prom date who was an asshole and wishes they knew Narinder then so they could’ve gone with each other. Saw that and thought “okay but what if they did” and that spiraled out of control)

* I’ve yet to say that my personal headcanon for Lamb’s family is that they had two moms, and three younger siblings (a sister about 12 years younger, and 18 years younger twins; one male one amab gender-fluid). The twins don’t show up till Lamb is, well, 18 tho so they won’t come up much yet

* The Bishops (Bishop is just their last name here) are all foster siblings who have shitty foster parents. Shamura stays even a bit into their early 20s because of this since they don’t want to leave their younger siblings alone with those two. The foster parents’ were abusive in multiple ways, and they also kept any money the Bishop’s respective parents might’ve left for their offspring to themselves (spoiler: Shamura’s in particular were LOADED and so when the Bishops are finally away from these two they’re pretty much set for life). It’s after a particularly scary night where a two year old Leshy and a six year old Heket are threatened while Shamura and the parents are arguing that something in Shamura snaps and they begin to plan to murder their foster parents. Yay!

* I don’t have the details but they in fact /do/ kill them. Thing is they’re super smart about it and hardly any evidence can be traced back to them. It is a small town though so there aren’t too many suspects and overall the one who would have the motive and probable method would be Shamura (unless they wanna try and pin it of 13 year old Kallamar or 8 year old Narinder). Thing is, their foster parents? No one liked them. So no one’s gonna point fingers. The police try and press people to give a suspect but no one does. So the case goes cold. But, even though no one liked the two, murder is still frowned upon by most so the siblings move away.

* But BEFORE all that let me explain a bit about Nari and Lamb’s friendship: they met in kindergarten (idk why they’re in the same grade when I hc Lamb to be a year older but shhh) and while Narinder tried to act “cool” and “aloof” Lamb was having none of it and dragged him along on little kid adventures like playing in the mud and pretending to be power rangers. Also almost from the get go Nari had a little crush on Lamb lol. Since Nari and his sibs move away when he’s 8, these two knew each other for 3 years. Idk what all happens in that time. Like I said most of what I’ve thought up for this au (mainly about Narilamb) happens in their high school years. It is thanks to their play dates at each others houses that Lamb figures out that being nonbinary is a thing from Shamura and is like “Wait… Me too???”

* After the move, Nari and Lamb stay connected through letters and phone calls. They also send pictures of all kinds of things, mainly of themselves so the other “won’t forget what I look like!” Neither make many lasting friends, at least, not ones around the same age as them (Lamb befriends Ratau and his buddies. Narinder befriends kind library assistant Forneus and her two twin sons).

* Lamb is loud and proud about who they are, which unfortunately makes them targeted for bullying, though it’s not just for their gender, it’s also because of their - Idk a better word than quirky Sorry - personality and the rumors about their long distance best friend; there’s multiple rumors, like that he doesn’t exist (this comes from those who don’t know much about the whole Bishop family scandal) or that he’s a murderer, just like his older sibling (this comes from those that /do/ know, ofc)

* Btw over the course of these years they’ve been apart Nari’s crush has only grown and Lamb has also gained a crush on Nari themself

* OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY TIME FOR THE BIT I HAVE THE MOST OF AN IDEA FOR GET READY (it’s super cheesy and corny and honestly feels like a Disney channel original movie but this fandom could use a little more of that imo so let me live)

* So, I know some schools would let Juniors have their own prom. Let’s say Lamb’s school does that. They had been asked by some guy to be his prom date and figured “why not?” and accepted. Thing is the guy asked if they could buy his ticket, and being the nice person (yet to decide if this is also a human au or if they’re still all animals) they are they do so. The guy then just takes the ticket and tells them to get lost. Lamb didn’t like the guy but it still hurt to have their kindness taken advantage of. They tell Narinder all about it and admit they probably won’t even go to the prom, even though they already bought a ticket and outfit. Nari, who Lamb can’t see bc it’s just a phone call, is absolutely SEETHING.

* Now Narinder has a mission: Get a tux, flowers, and other gifts. Convince Shamura to let him go in his truck (yeah he drives a truck in this au, idk it’s just the car I imagined when I thought it up lol) and be away from home for a few of days (it would take about a day to drive there, then he’d want to stay for at least one or two, then another to drive back). Shamura is reluctant (that town holds a lot of bad memories and him being so far away when he’s only 16 is scary), but seeing the determination in his eyes makes them relent.

* He calls Lamb’s moms and lets them know his plan, but wants it to be a surprise. They both agree to convince them to go to prom even if they will be going alone, without letting it slip that they will have a prom date after all.

* Prom night comes around, and Lamb, who is dressed in a tux-dress combo, is confused as to why their moms, who were so insistent that they go, aren’t ready to take them? (Projecting my reluctance to learn to drive onto them here, so that’s why they can’t drive themself). Then the doorbell rings. They answer and see Narinder (who is now like a foot taller wow couldn’t tell that in the photos he sent) in a tuxedo holding a bouquet and corsage. He’s got a nervous smile on his face as he says “I know it’s a little last minute, but will you allow me to accompany you to prom?”

* Almost a full minute passes in silence, making Nari sweat and begin to regret doing all of this. Then he gets jumped by Lamb into a hug that topples them both to the ground as they scream “YES!!!”. Thankfully they aren’t hurt and their formal wear is alright, though they wouldn’t notice otherwise, their focuses only on each other’s laughter and presence.

* When he opens the passenger door for them there’s a basket of treats, jewelry and a black cat plushie. “Ohh, Narinderrrr! You’re making me feel like I’m royalty!” “You are, to me.” *pause as they look at each other in flustered silence* “A-ANYWAYS WERE SHOULD GET GOING RIGHT?” “OH YEAH YOURE RIGHT. Uh, help me up?” He helps them climb into their seat, close the door, and silently screams about how dumb that was (while Lamb is inside internally screams about how sweet that was and oh no they think they’re falling for him)

* They get there (Yeah I realized Nari doesn’t have a ticket but let’s say somehow there was enough for him to buy one at the entrance) and they’re having a good time (only barely noticing the looks they’re getting and the whispers of “Isn’t that one of the Bishop siblings? Figures Lamb would have to settle for a murderer to be their date.”), dancing, eating and drinking the possibly spiked punch. I’m sorry to say some hurt is about to happen

* They have a run in with the guy who tricked Lamb and Nari almost breaks the guys nose before Lamb pulls him away saying it’s not worth it. He’s about to disagree and say something embarrassing again like “maybe /he’s/ not worth it but /you/ are and he hurt you so he deserves to be punched” when a girl “accidentally” spills her whole cup of punch onto Lamb’s outfit. Everyone around them laughs and Lamb, barely blinking back tears, runs out of the building. Narinder growls at them all and runs after Lamb.

* He finds them curled up by a tree outside, and sits down next to them. He tries to comfort them but they sob out “Just take me back home.” He agrees to do so, but tells them to go wash up a bit in the bathroom while he gets something. As they’re washing up he knocks on the door and asks to come in. They let him and see he’s holding a box. He tells them he planned on giving it to them later after Prom for something else he had planned but figured they’d just go now since Lamb didn’t want to stay anymore. He hands it to them and says he’ll be waiting outside.

* Surprise! It’s another outfit :)) It’s a bit more cozy than what they were wearing before, but still fit for “royalty”. And a black crown with a big red jewel inlaid in the middle-front

* They get dressed and marvel in the mirror before going back out. Narinder’s heart skips a beat when he sees them.

* Idk what to put in between so let’s skip ahead to when they’ve arrived at a spot out in the open wilderness where it’s easier to star gaze. He sets up the trunk bed to be comfy and reveals he had a cooler and basket of food for them to have a night picnic under the stars.

* After they’ve eaten some, one thing leads to another, and then Lamb pulls Narinder into a kiss. They both confess and spend the rest of their time cuddling (until Lamb gets a phone call from their very nervous moms because of how late it’s getting and they’re not home yet lol)

* I have more ideas but to sum them up for now: The rest of this AU is just Narilamb long distance relationship angst & fluff. Eventually the Bishops move back to the small town and then it’s not long distance narilamb (and eventual leshycat and whatever else).

* I will say this: Another murder will happen, this time it’s Lamb who commits it. That’s all I’m giving y’all ;))c

[fujotaku-grl]

There is a steddie au stewing in my brain with more than one version of it.

Detroit Become human au where Steve is an android who was built to take care of children. He gets rented by families to watch over their kids for however long they paid for (by the hour). He especially gets attached to a smart group of kids who he regularly cares for (The Party). One day he's in Max's trailer when Neil and Billy Hargrove start arguing very loudly until Max is brought into the argument. The environment is hostile but Steve is told not to get in the way and to shut down in the corner (when shut down means he is done with service and will be sent to another person when ordered to). While this is happening he can sense the Max may be in danger and that she shouldn't be a witness this in the first place. Instead of doing what he was programmed to do (obey the orders of the buyer even if his primary purpose is to take care of children ) he interferes the conflict and takes Max to a different location (maybe an abandoned place or just Lucas' house idk). While Max is temporarily safe Steve goes out to get her food, water, clothes, and other essentials. While on his supply run he bumps into Eddie who recognizes the red ring on Steve's temple. Steve panics expecting to be reported for deviancy attacks Eddie. (Maybe Neil blames Steve for hitting Billy and kidnapping Max to the police) Eddie is able to push him off and pull out a pocket knife for self defense. When they both get a moment to breathe Eddie sees the blue liquid leaking from Steve. He's suspicious of androids but still wants to help him so he offers ro go back to his trailer. Steve replies instantly with a definite no. He proceeds to explain what happened and Eddie is surprised yet grateful the android got Max out of that situation. Eddie thinks that Steve is better than most people including himself who did nothing about the constant yelling that was heard. Steve on the other hand is glad that Eddie wants to help him and slightly surprised when he is treated like an actual person rather than just another machine. He also has a complex feeling about Eddie that he can't quite describe yet. Eddie hides him in the back of his van while going back to where Max was left sleeping. Eddie is in his head wondering how far he will go to help the pretty android in his van while he drives.

[iwasbored777]

I saw your post about Gwen going to prison from the death of Peter and this actually happened in the comics, though her sentence is greatly shortened because she had she hulk and captain America defending her so she was only in a year, but they made her wear a collar that completely stops her powers so no super strength and she also had venom at the time and it also stopped them. And she was locked up with everyone she had gotten locked up so the vulture was the head of the biggest group, so she ended up getting beaten a lot.

Sorry for the info dump I just thought it was interesting and I really liked your post on the subject.

I see, but that's a very different world than the one I pictured - and the one in the movie. Maybe she would get help from some interdimensional heroes but, like I said before, I'm mostly concerned about how citizens of New York and eventually the rest of the world would see her. Even if she was saved by other hero who happens to decide to recruit her, she can't go back to her dimension unless she befriends Doctor Strange and they pull off that "nobody will remember Spider-Man" trick from No Way Home, which would be the best for Gwen but again she couldn't look at her father with the same eyes afterwards and he would die soon, which would be very similar to No Way Home plot.

I've seen speculations about death penalty on my post, maybe she would get it but death penalty is a punishment for first degree murder and a child her age can't be guilty of that, only for second degree murder (but they would most likely put her in a jail for adults or for villains or something). I doubt her father would want her dead - he doesn't deserve '#1 Dad' coffee mug but he isn't THAT bad to want his child to die - but that's on the judge to decide anyway. I was hoping that they wouldn't remove her superpowers because without them she's only a defenceless child and if they put her with someone stronger than her, even prison guards if they decide to take advantage of the situation, she could be beaten up and/or sexually assaulted and/or raped. There are tons of effed up shit going on.

However you imagine it, it would be bad for her. No wonder they decided to change it quickly so that her life is from Miles' pov cuz her life from her pov is effed up beyond repair. Poor kid 😢.

Thanks for the compliment, happy to see that my post got a positive response by everyone so far ❤️

[kiame-sama]

Ok, so I'm not an old-man fucker, but I got curious and read your Zeno fics. I liked them! Very well written, and it got me engaged with it despite not caring much for Zeno. Now I'm curious though, since Dove is the reincarnation of Silva's mother, would he be interested in getting to know her, since it'd be a chance to get the years of affection from his mother that he was denied due to her death? Or would he not care? Would the answer change if Dove started to remember her past life? And you mentioned that Zeno would be gentler with his darling than Silva is, since he doesn't want to lose her again. How would he reconcile that resolve with Dove's fear of him (both due to the NC and due to being trained to be just a butler)? Would the butler training be a hard habit for darling to break? Like Zeno wanted darling to not be so formal with him, but what would he do if she slips back into old habits while trying to unlearn them? I desire more, please!

- Well, since Silva has his darling angel, he isn't overly interested in meeting his mother. For him, that ship has already set sail and he already has spent over forty years without knowing that maternal affection. It would be interesting just from a knowledge standpoint, but he doesn't really care. If his mother reincarnated wanted to connect with him, Zeno would make damn sure his Dove and Silva's Angel get to see one another so Silva has no choice but to be cordial with his reincarnated mom.

- He is much more lenient with his Dove, especially if they are timid or anxious around him. Zeno already screwed up the first chance he had and drove his Dove to an early grave, he will do everything in his power to avoid doing that again. When he was younger he tried to tame his Dove using pain and violence, it only broke his darling's spirit until they were little more than a puppet. He will do what he can to keep his Dove from breaking again, especially by his own hand.

- It will be very hard for his reborn darling to adjust to life as his Dove. The butlers have set rules to not have romantic relationships unless pre-established marriage before working for the family. It is also a rule to not have romantic intentions towards any member of the family so his new Dove has quite the learning curve when it comes to breaking those habits, especially after two years of working for the family already.

- If his darling Dove has trouble breaking these habits, he may have to use similar training he used on the dogs. He used some nen to train the Zoldyck dogs to answer only to the family and a spare few butlers, so he may use that on his Dove. He will try to avoid it, if he can, instead he will be attempting to use positive reinforcement to help his darling break from the trained habits of being a butler.

[remingtonisleithal]

Not a kid

Pairing: Frank Iero x fem!reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: lots of smut, oral (male receiving), sex, fingering, age gap, mentions of abuse.

Summary: the reader works with mcr, and has a crush on Frank. Little does she know he wants her too.

Author note: first of all this is mostly just smut, and I wrote it in an hour. It hasn't really been edited, sorry! Second of all, I do not in any way condone or approve of such big age gaps when someone is so young, there are times when it is truly innocent but the majority of the time it is grooming. If you have struggled because of things like that, please do not read this, and I'm here if you need someone to talk <3

It was like a dream come true. At only 20 years old, you was working for your favourite band: My Chemical Romance. Sure, all you was doing was helping set up the stage but you still got to tour with the people that literally saved your life! It was a miracle you had already gone a few months and hadn't gotten fired due to not being able to concentrate. The initial star-struck awe had washed off, but your crush on Frank Iero hadn't. Though that had lasted years it only grew more intense once you got to know him.

One night, not long after you met, Frank found you backstage. You was curled in a ball, cold and crying. It broke his heart. Without thinking, he grabbed his jacket from the side of the stage and draped it across your shoulders. But you didn't hear him and flinched.

“Geez, Frank, you scared me!” you said, frightened, sad, angry and embarrassed all at once.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. You just look really cold.” he crouched down beside you, and you tried not to panic. “What happened?”

“I- it's fine, really. Just some things happened a while ago and it's coming back now, you know?”

Frank rested his hand on your arm and said, “If it's making you cry, it's definitely not nothing. You seem too strong for that.”

You blushed furiously and turned away.

“You don't have to talk to me about it, but please talk to someone. If you leave whatever this is inside, it will only take you down.”

“I don't have anyone else to tell.” you said quietly, head turned away from Frank. But he heard you.

“Then I'm listening.” Frank settled down next to you, prepared for anything. You didn't want Frank to see you like this, but you needed to talk to someone.

“It's just that- OK, so my ex, he- well it wasn't really his fault- I mean, I guess I kinda deserved it, I was being annoying and led him on and-”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow your roll. First of all, I don't know what happened but it doesn't sound like your fault, if he hurt you in anyway you did not deserve it, OK? Look at me,” Frank gently cupped your face and looked deep in your eyes. You were so scared he could see your broken soul. “You deserve heaven, not some hell spawn.”

There was hope in your eyes for a moment before he turned away.

“You're young, you'll find someone. Just not him, OK?” Once you nodded, Frank added, “so what's been happening and how can I help?”

Months later, you couldn't fall asleep, too busy daydreaming about Frank. He was just... Everything. But you're just some kid in his crew, you have no chance. Get real, he'd never want you. The voices were relentless. You got up to go for a walk.

You still had the keys to the venue, which you gladly opened and went immediately to the stage. There was just something so soothing about the view from there. It made you want to sing, dance, play. Just perform in anyway you can. Feel alive.

The stage was comforting but not enough. You saw a guitar side-stage and picked it up, and started strumming a tune you wrote, sitting on the edge of the stage. As always you played it until you got stuck- that incomplete song, the ending you just couldn't find.

“Here, would you let me try something?” Frank's voice came out of nowhere, and once more you started. You turned around to see Frank in a plain black shirt and some PJ pants. Before you could ask, he shrugged and said “Yeah, I couldn't sleep either. Mind if I join you?”

“Ah, sure, go for it,” you said, a little intimidated that the Frank Iero had heard a song you hadn't finished writing.

Frank sat next to you, legs off the front of the stage. He watched you try to play that last bit, and saw how you got stuck.

“Would you let me try something?” he asked, voice so soft it sent a chill down your spine.

“Sure, go for it.” you were about to hand him the guitar, but then he was behind you, chest against your back, holding the guitar around you. He gently placed your hands on the frets, and said in a low voice “like this,” as he played for a second.

Closing your eyes, you tried to focus on the music, but you could feel Frank against you. You took a deep breath and played. It was perfect.

You shifted and turned your head to look at Frank as best you could.

“Thank you,” you said, trying to keep your eyes on his. But you watched as his fell to your lips, then back up. You could feel his breath brush your face. You both lent in a little, and as you closed your eyes, Frank spoke.

“I.. I can't I'm sorry.” With all the self restraint he had, he turned away, and stood. “You're just a kid, you work for my band, we... this can't happen.”

You huffed. “Frank, I'm not a child...” the anger ran out. “But I guess you're right. It's wrong, we shouldn't.” You put the guitar down, stood up and started to walk away.

“Y/N, wait,” Frank begged.

You kept walking.

“Y/N, please. Please wait.”

You stopped but didn't turn around, fearing your tears may fall, and if he held you, you couldn't stop yourself.

“You deserve better, alright? Remember when I told you that you deserve heaven?” Frank sighed. “You're an angel, OK? You deserve better than someone twice your age.”

“Well damn it's creepy when you put it like that.” You said, trying to make light of the situation.

Frank chuckled. “See? Gross, right?”

You smiled, then spoke. “Frank, you don't get it. I'm an adult. You're an adult. You're not some older dude, you're a hero. I look up to you, I... I really like you. I can't turn off my heart, I don't care if it's wrong.” You turned around.

Frank walked over to you, and in a low voice, murmured, “You really mean that?”

“Yes.”

“And you're sure you want this?” Frank was standing impossibly close to you now, and you shivered.

You nodded.

“Verbal, please.”

“Yes, Frank. Hell, I've wanted you forever.” With that, Frank's hands were cupping your cheeks as he kissed you deeply.

The kiss wasn't cute. It wasn't a soft first kiss, but rather a passionate need for each other. And like fuel to a fire, the heat only got stronger. Frank had one hand on your cheek and the other around your waist, pulling you closer, and you had one hand on his chest and one in his hair, which you lightly tugged, causing him to gently moan into you.

The two of you ducked backstage, where Frank spun you against a wall and kissed you even harder. Your lips were both getting swollen but neither of you were willing to come up for air. You pulled Frank into you and felt him get hard. You smirked into the kiss as he slipped a hand under your shirt, stopping to check for permission. You took off your shirt, and Frank moaned.

“How the hell are you so sexy and you're not even naked?” He asked, kissing your neck. Your giggle turned into a moan as he sucked and pushed his leg between your thighs. You bucked your hips before you could think about it.

Kissing once more, you pushed Frank away from you and against the wall, watching him smirk. You kissed deeply and began to palm his boner through his pants. Frank gasped into the kiss, and you used this to your advantage, exploring his mouth. You stopped kissing him and frank groaned, disappointed but not going to push you.

Then you dropped to your knees. Frank's eyes widened and his hand ran through his hair.

“Yes or no?” you asked.

“Mmm,” Frank said, struggling to think with the girl he liked for months now kneeling before him.

“Verbal, please,” you teased with a cocky smirk. Frank scoffed, and teased you back, making you hair into a ponytail with his hands and guiding you closer to his cock.

“Yes, please,” was all he said.

You pulled down his pants and boxers, and bit your lip at the sight of him. Frank took a deep breath in anticipation. You began to stroke him slowly, and he let out a loud moan when you kissed his tip. Then you licked a long strip before taking him in your mouth.

When you did, Frank gasped and pushed his head against the wall. You hollowed out your cheeks and started to bob up and down, rubbing what you couldn't. Frank groaned and bucked his hips without thinking.

“'M sorry,” he said, trying to hold himself still. You released him with a 'pop'.

“Frank, I don't care if you buck your hips, you have no idea how long I've wanted this,” you said, immediately sucking him off again. Frank let out a loud moan and started to guide your head up and down his length. You built up speed and Frank bit his lip as you moaned around his cock, the vibrations driving him wild.

“Y/N, I'm close,” he said, stopping guiding you, giving you the choice. After sucking him a little more, you stopped.

“Fuck, you taste so good. But,” you paused, taking a breath, “I really need you in me.”

Frank wasted no time pushing you shorts and panties down in one go, leaving them around you ankles. Kissing you deeply, Frank rubbed your clit a few times, causing you to gasp, before suddenly pushing two fingers inside you. He curled them and ever-so-slowly pushed in and out, feeling you clench around him.

“Please stop teasing me, just fuck me already Frank!”

“Baby, you're so wet and desperate for me. Do I really turn you on that much?” he teased, rubbing your clit at the same time. Your only response was to moan and grind down into his hand.

Frank pulled out and slowly sucked each finger. You bit your lip, watching is mouth. Frank lined himself up, but before pushing in, he looked deep in your eyes.

“Just say the word, and I'll stop.”

“Please don't.”

With that, Frank kissed you harshly and entered you. Both of you moaned into the kiss, and after a moment, Frank lifted you up against, your legs around him, and fucked you hard. His thrusts were near violent and his kisses passionate. You had trouble moving your hips as you were against the wall.

Feeling Frank twitch in you, you knew he was close. You clenched around him and pulled his hair a little as he lift kissed along your neck. He pounded into you at a relentless pace, and you could feel the pit in your stomach as your orgasm built. It wasn't long before Frank found your g spot and started to rub your clit, pushing you over the edge.

You cried out in bliss, Frank slowing down to let you ride out the high, before pounding into you even harder, desperate to cum himself. He was about to cum when he stopped.

“Wait I should pull out.”

“No, please, cum in me.”

“How the hell did you get even hotter with one sentence?” Frank said. You merely laughed, then moaned as Frank's fingers found your clit once more. “Cum with me?” Frank asked, but you both knew it was more of a statement. You'd come together.

Frank built his pace back up, both of you moaning, feeling, kissing, panting. After a minute you felt Frank cum deep inside you, face scrunched up as he groaned and shot his load. The sight and sound was enough to make you cum again, clenching around Frank. The two of you rode out the high, breathing hard, exhausted.

Frank put you down, and you both breathed hard. You expected frank to grab his pants and leave, but instead he kissed you softly. So softly you barely felt it. Then once more, just a little harder. He stopped, but he didn't pull away, leaving his forehead pressed against yours. His eyes were still shut, savouring the moment when you opened you eyes.

When he opened his, he smiled immediately. You laughed a little.

“What?” he asked with bright eyes.

“It's just I never thought I'd get to have sex with Frank Iero when I couldn't sleep because I was thinking of fucking you.”

“That's why you couldn't sleep?” you blushed and looked away “Same reason!”

You both burst out laughing and began to dress.

“So,” you said, pulling your panties and short back up, “does this mean you feel the same?”

Frank heard the anxiety in your voice.

“Y/N, I really like you. I have since I saw you but I knew that this would be kinda wrong.” he rubbed the back of his neck. “But yeah, I like you.”

You pulled your shirt back on and smiled, both of you walking out from the curtain wing and across the stage.

“I know you think it's wrong, and it probably is a little, but is there any chance you'd maybe want to go on a date?” You asked.

“If you're OK with it, I'd like you to be my girlfriend, if that answers your question.”

You beamed.

“I say yes if you do.”

Frank smiled, and helped you jump from the stage. His hands stayed around your waist, and he kissed you. You could feel the smile on his lips.

“Definitely.”

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[weirdmixofweirdness]

Seán really should have thought more before he joked about marital murder. It’s a reality for many women to fear being abused or killed in a relationship situation or just when they’re walking down the street. And his friends there should hold him accountable! He needs to use his head before he becomes another white man who says horrible shit on his podcast all the time.

[dia-smthidk]

I’m angy that the Diamond lady also has flowers in the design

I’m angy she was once a kind big sister

I feel like this character is a targeted to be mean to me/j

Not-so-fun fact abt Dia & Diamond’s childhood

they’re runaways from an abusive household, but since Dia was so young when they ran away, he doesn’t remember why they ran away

[spinosacha]

I was thinking about Astarion and mirrors and how the vampire trait of not seeing ones own reflection is a really great metaphor of trauma come to think of it.

For Astarion being a vampire is intrinsincably linked with his traumatic past. Being turned was in itself violent and coersive and then the subsequent 200 years of slavery came.

A consequence of the assault, of becoming a vampire, is not being able to see ones reflection and we see Astarion deal with this when he is free.

We see that not being able to see himself is an uncomfortable and disorienting experience for him. Not only does it remind him “of yet another thing he lost” but it also alienates him from himself and his body. He doesn’t know what he looks like as a vampire, he can’t see the effect the assault had on him but just has to paint a picture by himself. That is until Tav (potentially) offers to be his mirror.

The thing that possibly bothers Astarion the most being hidden from him is the scars on his back. He knows something got carved in his back but he lacked agency in the situation to the extend that he didn’t even get to know what it depicted.

When Tav (potentially, again) offers to be Astarions mirror and describe/draw the scars, its a kind gesture that confuses him because he doesn’t trust people at this point. But even being vulnerable (afterall he is litterally turning his back on Tav, a prime position of being backstabbed) is worth the risk to him because he just wants to know what it says (and also later he is willing to make a deal with a devil for it as well, although that’s pretty standard Astarion).

Then we come to the drow interaction where Tav (hopefully) respects Astarions boundaries and that takes Astarion a back. Later he tells Tav that it made him realize that he was still thinking like he was Cazadors slave. He hadn’t even questioned the fact that he was ready to cross his boundaries if he were told to, before Tav put it into perspective by treating him like a normal person.

This is a scar from the abuse, just like the scars on his back, that he couldnt see without the help from another person. Astarion needed to form a connection to figure out how to heal from the abuse, he needed someone to draw out the scars and help him find out what they mean because he litteraly cant on his own and i think thats a very real portrayal of healing.

Ones perception gets really fucked after long term trauma. You don’t know whats normal behavior because it hasn’t been modeled properly to you and you learn to surpress your intuition. You stop listening to yourself because you have to surpress the parts of you that sees your circumstances as unfair because that’s how you deal with it when you can’t escape. This doesn’t just go away when you are free. You have to start recalibrating a bunch of learned beliefs, you still have the scars that need healing and you often need help just identifying them.

And the thing is this is also what we are doing when we relate to Astarions story. We try to see how our stories are similar, we use connection and comparison to find scars, to find a truth again. When we relate to Astarion we can see how the story treats him, how he is percieved by the narrative, and we only see gaps of how he percieves himself and that can give us a more objective perspective to our own situations.

This doesn’t replace having a real life Tav, to speak with real people but i think it’s still very powerful. Astarion has been impactful to a lot of people and i think he can inspire us to be as brave as him and open ourselves up to help. We got this.