#tw: psychological abuse

[archie-sunshine]

Mb if youve already answered this before, but what are your thoughts on Ratchma? (Not just the sexy bits but also just the. Mess that is their relationship lol)

ooohhh girl....

Ok so this sat in my askbox for a bit, not because I don't have ideas, but because I have... far too many. I FINALLY got my shit together though. Ok first of all I'd like to say this post is a little bit pharma heavy, i feel like I would write my ratchet prettyyyyy close to canon?? I think i take a few big steps away from canonicity with my pharma

SECOND. here's what I think ratchma's vibe was as simply as possible

I think it began pretty normal all things considered!! I think he was a little bit clingy, a bit possessive, but like... it becomes odd when he's feeling like this about someone he's not even dating.

This SHOULD have been mitigated when they started dating. it was not. because Pharma is decent at hiding his weird side, and Ratchet was too busy to notice really, because he had a job and he cared a lot about it.

TW: UNDER THE CUT CONTAINS MENTIONS OF PSYCHOLOGICAL ABUSE, CODEPENDENCY, TOXIC RELATIONSHIPS, ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIPS, INSANITY/MENTAL BREAKS, BAD MENTAL HEALTH, AND TRAUMA THOUGH THESE DESCRIPTIONS ARE NOT INCREDIBLY IN DEPTH PLEASE BE SAFE!

During this time I do think pharma's BIG issue was that heeeee can imagine his way through anything. I think he was more in love with the idea of ratchet than he was with how ratchet actually was. I feel like pharma based a lot of his desire for ratchet less on him as a person, and more on his skill as a medic, and the rank he perceived him to have. It wasn't really out of manipulation or power grabbing so much as it was like... an obsession with an idealized version of Ratchet that doesn't really exist.

I feel like obviously that would kind of lead to some mild gaslighting on pharma's part. where if ratchet did something that didn't fit with his worldview, he would act like it didn't happen, talk about it like ratchet did what he wanted. Again, I think he got away with this because Ratchet was genuinely just too fucking busy to deal with it.

I think as well, his downfall was also his possessiveness, I don't think it's too much of a leap to say pharma would have been at best cold to those he saw as a threat to their relationship, and at worst, outwardly combative. I think he'd take a swing either socially or figuratively at whoever was 'in his way' if he thought he could get away with it though.

I think on ratchet's part, it's really difficult to be in a relationship with someone who puts you on a pedestal like that. To know everything you say has a 50/50 chance of going in one ear and out the other if they don't think it 'makes sense' for you to think that

Again, I don't think ratchet was really helpless, but judging by the way he ended his relationship with pharma by canonically GHOSTING HIM, I like making sense of that for ratchet by saying I think he had a few pretty good reasons not to end things properly, namely that pharma probably wouldn't believe him.

SIDE NOTE- PHARMA'S SANITY

Okay so I've seen some discourse about people who think pharma was always totally crazy, so i'd like to start by saying I don't think pharma was as cutthroat and murderous as he was at the end of the delphi arc, I think he's always been a liiiiittle bit off. I think pharma is a tragic character doomed by the narrative, I do think he had a hand in that narrative.

I've put together a helpful little chart here to illustrate!!

I fully believe that pharma was pushed to the brink by the situation with the djd, I think he would never be the person he is now without that situation. I feel like it's kind of stupid and naive to say that pharma was always gonna end up like that bc he was a little toxic and weird and bad for ratchet, I think having to betray your oath and butcher your patients for an insane t-cog addict is enough to really drive someone insane.

I feel like pharma dives off the deep end with wild abandon when he realizes Ratchet has met him again at his absolute worst, bringing around someone he seems to really adore(drift), now knowing that ratchet will never trust him again and that he sees him as a murderer and monster and there's know way he can delude himself out of that. I think he sort of goes 'MAY AS WELL!!! NOTHING MATTERS!! AHAHAHA'

NOW AS FOR. *AHEM* EVERYTHING ELSE.

I think pharma brings all of that possessiveness and insanity directly to bed with him. I think he would do anything for ratchet, i think he wants him so bad it makes him think terrible thoughts. I think he'd dissect that man if he got the chance, I think he's the type of guy to be like 'i gotta crawl into his ribcage or I'm not close enough to him' you know??

basically I think pharma is a simp and wants to rip Ratchet apart with his teeth. I think he would say 'oh yeah ratchet whatever you want to do is fine!' and he would mean 'i would do anything to feel your warmth against me for even one fucking second, youre mine, you are mine forever i will die without you'

on a more lighthearted note, Pharma is the type of guy to be like 'PAH! I WOULD NEVER STOOP SO LOW AS TO HAVE A MEDICAL KINK!!' while having the worlds most massive medical kink. I think if he got to do Ratchet's physical he would cum so hard he died. I think pharma has a thing for control, but he can spin literally any situation in his head so that he's in control, and so no matter what position he's in with Ratchet, he's pretty happy.

With anyone else though, he tops or power bottoms, no question, no room for switching.

OUGHHH GOD THIS WAS WAY WAY LONGER THAN I EXPECTED IT TO BE!!!!! AND GOT SO FUCKIN HEAVY I GUESS!! ANYWAYS!! THANKS FOR TUNING IN!!

[crisiscutie]

fear.

My first attempt at a drabble/short fic, a NSFW one at that. Definitely not perfect, but I hope you guys will enjoy it.

Summary: You’ve broken the thin ice you treaded on. What will Sephiroth do this time?

Word Count: 422

Pairing: Darling/7R Sephiroth. Darling is AFAB.

Content Warnings: nsfw, non-con/implied non-con (depends on your interpretation really), psychological/emotional abuse, fear play, some physical abuse. 

You were firmly fixed to your spot, like the earth itself, as Sephiroth strolled towards you. You should run, you should fight, you should SCREAM. But nevertheless, nothing was done. Doe-eyed, you peered at him. His lips curved into a vast, sadistic grin as he pinned you to the floor. Your eyes ventured everywhere, anywhere, safe for your gaze to linger on. Anywhere but him. But you couldn’t ignore the silver tresses draped over your face, nor the animosity and lust in his blue, serpentine eyes. They commanded your focus to them, no matter what you felt. You regretted standing your ground. This could’ve been avoided. No, you just had to defy him. Your pupils widened when his large, gloved palm came into sight. It’s larger than your entire neck. Is this some sort of threat, you wondered? 

With an eerie gentleness, he enveloped his gloved palm around your neck, his thumb positioned dead center as he caressed the delicate, smooth muscle. Despite your immense dread, your sex quivered with each stroke of his thumb. You recognize this is not just a threat, but a guarantee of what’s in store with your persistent resistance. His other hand brushed your face, his eyes glowed with... a peculiar fondness? He’s always been so difficult to understand. You could never prepare yourself for his erratic behavior. He edged his hand down your figure afterward, taking special care to stimulate and tug your sensitive nipples. Your clit hardened by the second from the agonizing tease.

It was hard enough to not whimper under his touch, but when he finally reached for your sex, you let out a quiet mewl. As he traced his fingers around your wetness, you felt his hold on your neck slowly tighten. He wasn’t choking you, yet. How long will you sustain this act? Maybe you should’ve answered to his demands earlier. Your cunt became increasingly wet as he traced your slit. The mind and body couldn't agree on what you wanted. Your body should be revulsed from his touch, but it craved more from him. Perhaps this is what you desired?

You grimaced. The rigidness in your body loosened as his assault continued. This may be another of his ploys, designed for you to yield... Your lips uttered a faint moan as he halted the tracing of your slit. His index finger and thumb held your clit in place as he leaned into your ear.

“Let me hear you wail.”

After those few words, you yielded. You finally learned your place.

[hectorthedoggo]

i fic'd

Es falls deeper and deeper into their warden mentality ok so TWs for this one (I don't usually do this but uh if you're sensitive tws under cut and in tags)

yeah so @kani-miso enjoy :D 🧚🧚🧚🧚🧚🧚🧚

TW: blood, psychological torture, child abuse, SH

[wingsy-keeper-of-songs]

Had an idea with another Tav where she is a daughter of a noble Elvish house in Athkatla born to a family of mostly wizards (there are a few instances of sorcery here and there, and it's a family joke that they're the product of sordid affairs ((all said lovingly the family is a kind one)) and she is a Wild Magic Sorceress who has surges when experiencing intense emotions. She's able to have a hold on it until she reaches marrying age and she's arranged to marry a human man from a noble house who is also a mage (he's very similar to Lorroakan actually) and he turns out to be extremely emotionally and psychologically abusive which causes her Wild Magic to surge out of control.

Her family is not sure where these surges have come from (they don't believe such a good match could turn out to be so toxic) so they lock the poor girl up to keep her from harming herself and others. She's still due to marry the Shitty Betrothed, but only once she gets her shit together.

She starts to spiral downwards and her parents decide she needs a change of scenery and take her to Baldur's Gate for a vacation. And then the mind-flayers come....

[duskoon]

Yandere!Pokèmon rankings:

❂) In this post, I will be ranking the yanderes within Pokèmon. Considering the large rooster, it will be edited multiple times as to include the remaining characters. ❂) It will be denoted by a ⭑. There’s five ranks, the first being the least intense whilst the fifth being the most intense. ❂) It will be based on the yandere’s presence in their s/o’s life, the length they will go to obtain their s/o, the danger they impose on others, and their possessiveness regarding their beloved. ❂) Character that have asterisk behind their name, may change ranking later on.

Tw: Yandere themes, Disturbing themes, Obsessive behaviours, Possessive behaviours, Mentions of torture, Implied murder, Stalking, Conditioning, Brainwashing, Implied Stockholm syndrome, Manipulation, Psychological abuse, Power imbalance, Unhealthy relationship, Blackmailing, Corruption, Sadism, Bribery, Criminal activities, Abuse of authority, Violence, Dead dove: do not eat.

⭑⭒⭒⭒⭒~Harmless, albeit uncanny.

Presence:Unnoticed. Possessiveness:Extremely low. Manipulative:Extremely low to none. Danger:Minimal.

Those within this category are slightly delusional, yet mild in nature. You might find some insignificant items missing, like a hair pin or brushes. Perhaps, even finding a sweet love letter and a gift on your nightstand from a secret admirer.

They are working hard behind the scenes to protect and serve their darling in any way they possibly can. And, would do so without inciting violence whatsoever or cause unnecessary bloodshed. They revere their darling and by extension their relatives, so long they aren’t abusive towards their beloved.

Most won’t initiate contact with their darling, and would prefer watching them from a safe distant as not to scare them away. If they did come out, they will wax praises and pamper them. Overall, the best yanderes to get stuck with seeing that they’re the least overbearing and manipulative.

Erika

Prof. Elm

Prof. Birch

Alder

N Harmonia(Game & Masters & Generations)

Kahili

Leaf/Green

Red

⭑⭑⭒⭒⭒~Supportive, with a wary streak.

Presence:Noticeable, yet somewhat amiable. Possessiveness:Low. Manipulative:Low. Danger:Low.

Unlike the previous category, these yanderes are more involved in their darling’s life. However, it isn’t with a malicious intent as they only seek the best for them. They are confident in their abilities to mask their obsessive tendencies, in hopes of supporting their beloved. All they want for their s/o is success and would ensure it occurs, even if they have to tweak the system in their favour.

Some would feel guilty, but would eventually delude themselves into thinking that is the best course of action. Most within this category, would try and sway their darling from other people if they personally felt their beloved was threatened. Which is almost, if not, always. If they happen to come across as manipulative, they won’t notice owing to how paranoid and/or delusional they are.

However, they refuse to use physical violence in their confrontation with the assailant. The weight of their words alone should be sufficient in getting them out of the picture. For the most part, they are easily manageable so long you don’t push them away too hard. You would still have your personal agency and autonomy intact.

Blue/Gary

Koga

Sabrina

Lorelei

Prof. Sycamore

Crasher Wake

Fantina

Burgh

N Harmonia(Pokèmon Adventures)

Flint

Elesa

Caitlin

Prof. Juniper(Game)

Guzma

James

Prof. Kukui

Prof. Burnet

Shelly

Matt

*Archer

Petrel

⭑⭑⭑⭒⭒~Danger under the guise of a protecter.

Presence:Overbearingly noticeable. Possessiveness:Medium to high. Manipulative:Medium. Danger:Fluctuating; with a preference to render the opposition defenceless.

Things start to take a turn from this rank and onwards. Yanderes from within this classification would limit their beloved interactions with the external world as much as possible. Mainly due to the nature of their work, or they had previously lost a partner pokémon and would prefer for history not to repeat itself with their beloved. Which makes them seem controlling and rigid in hindsight.

In contrast with the ranks above, they are willing to use violence if they deem it necessary enough to protect their darling. However, they won’t go too far to kill for that goes against their disposition and would cripple their image. In addition of using abusing their respective positions, to keep their s/o alongside them.

Also, they won’t shy away from framing any suspicious individuals for a crime they have not committed for the greater good of their darling. It shouldn’t be that hard considering they hold a significant amount of influence in their regions/organisations. Which would cements them as trustworthy figures. Your personal agency and autonomy starts to dwindle.

Lt. Surge

Bruno

Lance

Norman

Glacia

Steven Stone

Maxie

Archie

Byron

Volkner

Lucien

Cynthia

Looker

Jupiter(Game)

Saturn(Game)

Mars(Game)

Brycen

Drayden

Grimsley

Marshal

Prof. Juniper(Pokémon Adventures)

Malva

Olivia

Nanu

Jessie

Lusamine(Masters)

Ariana

⭑⭑⭑⭑⭒~Run, hide, disguise, and repeat.

Presence:Uncomfortably felt, but not seen. Possessiveness:High. Manipulative:High. Danger:Fluctuating.

They resemble the first rank in the manner they conduct themselves, completely blind from the public’s sight. Yet, their motives are wholly different. They are keeping tabs on you, so they could pinpoint your attributes and use it to their advantage later on. It might take months, even years to plan and execute their scheme. But, they are willing to wait for the right opportunity to do so.

They are self-assured that their efforts will not be for nought, because they will make sure of it by any means available to them. Yanderes within this grouping are elusive, deliberate, and pragmatic in their methods of collecting their beloved and aren’t susceptible to attempts of manipulation.

If there are alternatives that will not attract the attention of the Interpol toward themselves, then they will absolutely take it. Rather than resort to an avoidable murder out of abrupt jealousy. They will only kill, if their hands is forced. Granted that, it will be behind the back of their beloved.

They hold their darling in the highest regards, to the point that the yandere will most likely end up worshiping them. That is the main reason on why they start the process of isolating and conditioning you. So, that you can be receptive only to their affection after your “relocation”. Which is not a matter of if, but when. Escaping them is nigh-impossible, as they have vast resources to find you again. It will definitely not end up very well for you, once they do manage to find you.

Your personal agency -at this point- is very restricted, whilst your autonomy is threatened at best. A word of advise to follow is to run, hide, disguise while you can, and better hope that they do not apprehend you.

Proton

Courtney

Jupiter(Pokémon Adventures)

Saturn(Pokémon Adventures)

Mars(Pokémon Adventures)

Cyrus

Colress(Game & Generations)

Lysandre

Faba

⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑~ Arceus, have mercy on you.

Presence:Frightening, yet remains hidden to untrained eyes. Possessiveness:Extremely. Manipulative:Extremely. Danger:Do absolutely not engage with them at any point.

Kill, maim, torture, bribery, blackmailing, and all those just to get their darling. Do not be mistaken, despite that they remain strategic and level-headed in their means like the rank above. Yet, what separates them is their modus operandi. They’re far more selfish and crueller. No moral restrains to hold them back.

Some would murder to make an example of the people, who dared to leer their disgusting eyes on their beloved. They would even make so, that the murder are not directly traced back to them. Yanderes within this rank are likely to be lucid, save for few. They are notable for their shrewdness, controlling, sadistic, and machiavellian deception.

Their area of influence is substantial and much feared comparable to the third rank; it slithers down to the offices of politicians. Which gives them the perfect opportunity to offer them this wonderful “proposal”. They either choose to hand over their beloved, or else the blood of their own people will be on their hands. May-haps a humiliating scandal from their past will make them budge, if they were not concerned for the well being of their people.

Before that, they prefer to try their hands on subtler methodologies. Such as offering their beloved to live with them, if accepted then it will make the processes smoother. Otherwise, they will make sure that you throughly regret your choice. They will toy with your fears, dreams, and values until your mind finally crumbles and submit to their will. They will ensure that you can sense them, but be completely helpless against them. (Usually, by sending their underlings to observe you. It is obvious to you, but not to others. Which makes it harder on your part to seek help. The people you’re seeking help from either would accuse you of paranoia or they were bribed not to help you.)

Pleas of help are utterly useless, as they have absolute control in places where only your mind can imagine. Tis but a price for your disobedience, they say. Once you’re in their hold, they will addle your mind. So much, that the only thing left in your head is to venerate them as much as they do to you. After all, they are the only one who you can truly depend on and love. For they have sheltered and took care of you, in your time of need. Your sense of self has been fully compromised.

Ghetsis

*Colress(Pokèmon Adventures)

Giovanni

Lusamine(Game, especially S/M)

Sird

{Reblogs and feedback are much appreciated.}

[sherbet-shark]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐇𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

A twisted wonderland theory ft. @anevilbunnyinthehat and @twistthedias I (Sherbet Shark) 

@pianoperson /@pianostarinwonderland​ pspspsps h-here’s the theory I’m sorry idk which acc you use most for twst ;-;

Sources used: Shel_BB’s Twist fansubs on YT, ENG ver of Twist, JPN ver of twist, Twist Wikia, Disney’s Pinocchio (lore), The Last Unicorn (lore), Cinderella 2: Dreams come true (lore), and various Chats.

Trigger Warnings: The following post contains Dark themes such as Psychological damage, Sensory overloads, Torture, War, Laws, Breach of Animal rights, Human trafficking, and Human rights.

Word Count: 2.4k

This theory does not support the above reasons but rather an idea for finding potential reasons why transformation potions or spells have been outlawed or forbidden within the Twisted Wonderland world using lore and evidence within the game. By clicking the “Read More” cut-off, you consent to read this post and expose yourself to these topics.

Bunny first brought up this theory in our private discord server, with her theorizing that the talking animals are the ancestors of the beastmen we now see in the game. Then evolves into morality and potential dark history along with transformation magic.

      In Twisted Wonderland, many characters say that making transformation potions and spells is banned/outlawed, but there is no reason why. We, the player, have no background in the matter, and it’s implied that this law has been around for quite a while since the law’s passing. Hence the following screenshots of characters stating the matter. The talking animals from The Lion King, Little Mermaid, and many other Disney movies are often referenced by the characters they are based on; Ruggie speaking of a Warthog and Meerkat being the royal guards to the Prince the age of the King of Beasts (Scar). The characters in the game often mention the creatures of their respective areas and stories, talking, and actions the characters have done in their respective films.

  Still, with a slight twist, as seen in the below screenshots, as seen within these pictures, we can tell that the transformation market was huge and growing either by obtaining the materials or hiring a powerful magician to assist in this massive change for their clientele. The Sea Witch comes to mind in this game. The Octavinelle dorm students Azul, Jade, and Floyd, mention her story as someone that nearly perfected her transformation from a mermaid to a human but with the slight setback of her proper form would appear in mirrors. There is a plethora of referencing with the Twist cast of this ability and skill. So, this brings many questions into the light. 

   Did strictly mages or Magicians create these types of magics for animals, or did the people that wanted this ability get the materials for the potions. This previous question then leads to the ultimate question: if the market for this was booming and bursting to life, who decided it was wrong and made it illegal. What transpired to make this a universal law in the world of Twisted Wonderland?  Yet no explicit explanation for the sudden downturn of this desirable commodity.

With these questions in mind, this is where our theory starts. Perhaps the reason for this implementation was a breach of mortality and humanity. An example from another piece of media is 1982’s animated The Last Unicorn. I, Sherbet, have an intense connection to this film. While its appearance may be lighthearted at first, it is very dark on a deeper psychological level. It is very dark but impactful in what I want to speak of within this post of rambles and moral greyness.

    For those that have not seen this movie or need a small recap of the basic storyline, is that the main character, an unnamed Unicorn is the last of her kind and is soon endangered by the Red Bull. She then starts her journey to find out why she is the last unicorn and evade the beast after her. Upon this quest, the mystical beast joins forces and befriends a wizard (Schmendrick) and a woman that loves unicorns (Molly). These two side characters are essential. Now bear with me. The Unicorn, later in the story, is transformed into a human by her wizard companion to escape the Red Beast. 

In the aftermath of what he had done, the wizard is elated that he ‘saved’ the last unicorn, yet Molly, the woman that loves unicorns, yells and criticizes his actions. I was very young when I watched this movie, and I didn’t understand why Molly was upset because the Unicorn was alive and safe, yes? She is physically safe from the Red Bull, yet as I rewatched it. I understood the reason for Molly’s outburst of anger and hate.

  Unicorns are not humans. Unicorns are otherworldly beasts, and in this setting of the story, they are not supposed to feel human emotions. Unicorns are immortal beasts with a protected mentality from human woes. Unicorns are supposed to be pure, oblivious, and unaging creatures. But immediately, as Schmendrick cast the spell to turn the Last Unicorn human, the wizard at the same time killed her, the last free Unicorn. He killed the innocence that these beasts are revered for having and blessed with having. The naive wizard exposed her to so many new things that she should have never been exposed to in the first place. 

   When the Unicorn wakes from exhaustion and realizes what was done, she has a crisis and an overload of sorts, saying she can feel this mortal body dying with every breath. This movie has a somber tone, and not all of these characters have happily ever afters at the end of this animated movie. But this does take the morality of the character’s actions and will affect the others’ lifetime. With this vital moral greyness and psychological damage that both parties would inevitably endure,  I will now bring into this essay a Disney Film that also tackles the same topic but in a more lighthearted manner than The Last Unicorn.

In stark contrast, the other movie I will be discussing is the spinoff of Cinderella. 2002’s Cinderella’s Dreams Do Come True. While is followed movie Cinderella three: A Twist in Time is undoubtedly the most popular of the two sequels. A segment of this is lighthearted compared to the previous movie’s topic of animal transformation, and I still wish to explain my reasoning and how it backs up my theory. This story is in the middle of the film, with Jaq, the mouse, as its star character. The little talking mouse deeply cares for Cinderella and wants to be helpful to her but believes that he is too small to lift the burden on the princess.

    The Fairy Godmother then transforms Jaq into a human man to get what he wishes. Jaq tries to help his friend Cinderella, yet he’s pretty inept in “being human,” he speaks in broken sentences while talking and forgets that he now isn’t a mouse, which leads his mouse friends to be scared of him when Jaq tries talking to them. Jaq has an evolved cognitive ability, and it’s shown in the beginning that the former mouse has a hard time walking bipedally. At the same time, you can argue that he shouldn’t be that inexperienced in walking on two feet since the movies showed him to be able to walk normally while in his proper form.

We can say that the size difference and cognition would be a huge problem for animals going through this tremendous change. Throughout this section of the movie Jaq is torn, stay human while he has to lie about himself and to Cinderella or return to his former self and be content with who he truly is as a mouse. Throughout this show, Jaq must come up with a lie about who he is, and he must learn of the social cues that we humans are already accustomed to, not including the societal norms of the time. Something that Jaq visibly struggles with as time goes on. Jaq then wishes to become his true self and return to his life.

But there is something more to consider in this theory. All animals show some semblance of human attributes. But there are normal animals in the Disney franchise and in real life. These reasons make me think of the possible outcomes of forcing a feral animal into humanity,  another life form into feeling things they shouldn’t, and experiencing things they shouldn’t know. Would making a human into an animal make the person in question lose their cognitive ability to speak, think, reason, and abstract thinking. Would these capabilities slowly deteriorate the longer the person was forced into this other form? Would the power and potency of this magical spell or potion affect the person?  

In contrast, this Disney film is lighthearted in this fictional topic, what if in Twisted Wonderland. These ideas came together and clashed in the aftermath of these transactions—the psychological damage, the choices, the laws, the magical power, morality, and humanity. Must be put into consideration. These previous reasons have led me to theorize that there was a possibility that magicians forcibly transforming humans may have been used as a weapon, most notably as a piece of torture and war. Sam added to this theory that it’s pretty angsty if you think of the difficulty of an animal group morphing into a human population and vice versa. How would society label a former beast as strange or odd in the eyes of other humans if, say, the former beastmen or women had no trace of their true heritage? Say, for example, we take the mouse example, and they do use transformation magic with no mouse ears or tail. No one would suspect that this person was any different from other humans. However, depending on many variables, this person’s former animal would have an isolated life because of their lack of knowledge.

Let me speak more about this taboo magic. Imagine war and war crimes. There are no doubt wars and atrocities in The Twisted Wonderland world, and a canonized example of its history is Lilia Vanrouge and Professor Trein. Let me illuminate that Lilia is a decorated soldier and implied to be very aged. No doubt he has seen, heard, or done things that are atrocities in modern times of Twisted Wonderland. Transformation magic could be a form of torture.

 If you’re a prisoner of war, a wizard could hypothetically turn you into multiple animals and give punishments. Through this hypothetical situation, the powerful wizard or the soldiers would put you through the torturous experience of slowly losing your humanity throughout the duration of their punishment. Another example of a Disney Film that has tackled this transformation problem is Disney’s 1940s Pinocchio. Two cases in this movie are the little wooden puppet himself and the Pleasure Island. Pinocchio’s story is an excellent example of what this theory could have done in this game. Previously a wooden doll, Pinocchio must discover what is right and wrong. 

    Drawing from these details, Pinocchio, now a sentient boy and mentally still a tiny child, he’s starstruck and whisked away by his desire to be human with the glitz and glamor of fanciful lies told by adults. Pleasure Island is a cursed island that turns the little children into donkeys the longer they stay and play on this cursed land. Later in this movie, we can see a scene where the ringmaster sells the children turned donkeys but not before he checks that they can still talk and have their humanity. Because there is a reference and event in the game, Wish Upon a Star. The idea of human trafficking being the reason for this taboo is a viable reason, but since this is Twisted Wonderland, the lore may be different.

  This law wasn’t created to protect animals solely, but to ensure this theorized event would never happen again, it does its best to encompass its protection for all beings.

   Now let’s look in-depth once more. Would implementing this law have a paper contract showing a magician’s and the buyer’s proper consent to show that both parties have permission?

While polishing this theory and taking sufficient evidence with eng TWST, I had a thought come to me, and this would cover the other end of this dark theory but still sorrowful. In Floyd’s chats with Azul, he asks his dorm leader why the Great Sea Witch changed her appearance, and from his words, “She’s cute and strong as an Octopus.” 

     This evidence leads me to think, what if a merperson or beast-men down the line wanted to become fully human, shed their animal-like traits, and form for love or, more like, the infatuation of another person. Changing yourself because you believe that the one you’re in love with would hate you for who you are isn’t a foreign concept, even in this twisted game and in real-life media. The change always leads to the character’s discovery of self-love or an unparalleled amount of regret. This transformation could easily be a small detail that also contributed to the illegality of this type of magic.

But there is a difference between a species with the same capabilities as humans, for example, Mer-people, as we can infer these people have been elusive. However, they can still be classified as humans compared to animals with no comparable cognition.

    While there are slight changes between the Fansubs and Official translations, the message is clear: transformation magic is illegal. You have to be highly powerful to concoct a spell or potion, even if you don’t have magical powers. It’s implied that Crowley, a headmaster of one of the prestigious Magic institutions, has some leeway. These academies have exceptions because some students may not be able to be on land for long periods. An example is the Octavinelle Trio, which has said that they take medicine or potions to stay human. As seen below screenshots.

(Shel_BB’s Fan Sub) (Eng Ver)

(Shel_BB’s FanSub videos, Chapter Two part 26)

(Azul’s chats with Floyd)

(Jade’s Chat with Azul) 

(She_BB’s fansub video; Prologue Chapter 5) 

Note: I looked up the difference between “Transformation” and “Transmutation,” and Transformation is where the genes in a lifeform are altered through gene transfer. Transmutation is changing the appearance entirely through a mutation, and most likely what the ancestors from Sunset Savanna experienced. 

That’s the end of my tangent, please if you have anything to comment or question please go ask it! (As long its not veiled harassment its all good!!) Again, thank you for reaching the end of this theory!! I’m pretty proud of how it ended up looking like and how I worded things. 

[codenamehazard]

.:Jabberwocky:.

Chapter 32: Jabberwocky

[TRIGGER WARNING: PSYCHOLOGICAL ABUSE, TORTURE AND TRAUMA]

Hey guys! Sorry I'm a bit late with this chapter! The character voice was giving me serious hell! (Writer's Block, my behated)

Though it's not surprising considering all that I have in store here! Good god, I had to fight to get the words on the document but boy howdy is it worth it!

I hope you've got some water as this is gonna be a doozy. I hope you like this chapter!

Without delay, let's jump in!

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“No…”

My blood freezes in my veins and my heart races as I stare with wide eyes at the mirror behind me. I’m looking at it, I’m seeing it, but I don’t want to believe it. I refuse to believe it. I refuse to believe that the bastard is here in this hell-maze with me, that he’s here at all. I can deny it all I want, but the mocking smile in the mirror. I know what’s in front of me, replacing my reflection and confirming a fear that I always dread…

Kessler.

“Look what the rabbit dragged in.” The decrypted echo sneers as he begins to circle me in the mirrors that surround me, stepping in front of the other reflections as if they were spectators about to watch a fight. “The coward who denies the truth, even though it’s staring him right in the face.”

“So says the murderer that took everything from me just because he was too much of a fucking coward to face the Beast himself until it was too fucking late.” I snarl back at the twisted reflection, trying to use my rage and hatred to thaw the frozen blood and shake the fear away. “You took away everything I held dear, that we held dear; You killed Trish, you made Zeke betray me! You made my life fall to shambles and even fucking lied about what the Beast was actually doing, all for what?! All because you were too chickenshit to actually protect your family and fight the Beast.” The bastard fucking laughs at me like I was just a yapping ankle biter.

“Oh that is rich coming from you, Cole.” That fucking crone cackles with that sneer. “The one who kills for shits and giggles calling me a murderer. All the pain I caused was done for a purpose while you inflict pain because you are broken inside.” I can feel my blood seeth as he talks, energy gathering in my hand as I keep my eyes on Kessler. “Face the facts, Cole. I would say you’re no better than me, but I dare say you’re worse. All that I did was for a reason while you lash out like a pitiful, sniveling rabid dog who bites and scratches at all who get too close.” I could swear I can feel his stinking breath on my neck as he stops behind me.

“Try as you might, MacGrath… You will always end up alone and you will have no-one to blame but yourself. Because it will always be your fault.”

My rage flares red hot and an Alpha rocket rips from my hand towards the old fuck, but I damn near get blown to bits. In my fury I had forgotten the nature of the very place I’m in. The rocket just bounces off the mirror and I barely have enough time to get out of the way of a direct hit. I curse to myself as I feel the pain from the blast radius, why the fuck did I even think that was a good idea in the first place?! Kesslar cackles at me as I stagger to my feet.

“Still as predictable as ever, Cole!” The crone scoffs as he seems to grow bigger, like a looming shadow. “Lashing out when you know I’m right.” As much as my anger bubbles under my skin, the fear, it creeps back in. Feeling so small, being so helpless. There’s only one thing I can do. I turn and run down the closest hallway to get away from this specter and start looking for a way out.

I can hear the bastard laugh at me over the thumping of my boots and the rapid beating of my heart. Mocking and sadistic.

“There you go! Running away again like the cowering mutt you are! Running from the truth and running from responsibility when it comes to take its due! Breaking the promise you made to yourself so long ago!” I curl my lips at the barbing words, but I have to keep running. I can’t fight, not without obliterating myself in the process! “Maybe it’s for the best that Trish is dead. She isn’t here to see the whimpering coward the man she once loved has become!”

My rage claws inside my chest as I want to scream.

The mirrored halls, I swear they’re messing with my head. I think I could see things changing, I look at one shifting reflection, watching it change into a sight disturbing and familiar. It was myself from years long past, but something’s not right. It’s faded, black and white. Almost like I'm staring at a fading memory, but the eyes I can see, clear as day. They look tired, but also full of pure hatred.

Another reflection, this one more vivid and crisp, one I’m more familiar with. The reflection that greeted me every time I looked into glass windows or puddles back in Empire City. God, I looked like I was walking dead with how pale my skin was, and the black marks that decorated my body didn’t help either. I liked it that way, people left me alone, but now being on the receiving end of that malicious gaze and cruel smile? I’m having second thoughts.

“You!” I hear a new voice ring out as I run. It’s not Kessler’s but mine! It sounded clearer, less gravelly and tired. Oh please don’t tell me the other reflections can talk too!  “I see you, running away, running from the truth! The truth that you’re just as responsible for the destruction of my life! Actually, more responsible!!” I growl at that lie. I didn’t do jackshit to destroy the life I once had, if anything, I was trying to get it back! The blame is Kessler’s and his alone.

“I can hear your thoughts, Cole!” The faded echo barks out with loathing and hate. “You weren’t trying to get life back on track, you were just acting on your own selfish impulses! If you had just sucked it up and been a half-way decent person, Trish would have loved you in her dying moments! But no, your own ego was more important than the woman you claimed to love so much!” I do my best to tune out the venom, but the words cut like knives as I feel a familiar pricking against my eyes. No! I can’t cry, not now! Not when Kessler’s chasing me.

As one voice is tuned out, another erupts in cruel, callous laughter… This voice, it sounds more like how my voice actually is.

“Oh how the mighty has fucking fallen, o’ so called “Demon of Empire City!”” I hear the doppelganger’s voice call out. “Once on top of the world sitting on a throne of scrap, now you’re nothing more than a sniveling weakling running around helpless.” Rage flares in my blood, but I have to keep moving. I can’t fight here, I have to get out! Get away!

“You sicken me. You know that, Cole?” The echo sneers. “You’re a failure. You failed to protect Empire City from the Beast, you were too weak. Running with your tail between your legs to New Marias. Then you bow the knee to the Beast himself just because of some pathetic notion of “the right thing” or some shit like that. Now look at you, you have the power of the Beast yet you’re running scared when you could simply blow this whole place to cinders.” I want to scream at the voice, tell him to shut up, blow up the mirror that the doppelganger hides in, but I know I have to keep going. Doesn’t make the words any less infuriating and painful.

“Why don't you unleash all that power, Cole?” The taunting continues. “Are you too scared? Are you not as powerful as you claim to be or…. Perhaps… Are you getting soft, you pathetic failure?” Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!!!!

I pick up the pace, my hands covering my ears to drown out the cruel words and venomous barbs as they start to swirl around in my head. Now I am being hunted by three, making my heart frantic. The fear and pain, it was like I was losing Trish with the magnitude of it all. I want to get out of this hell, even if it means disappearing! I just want it to stop!

I think I see something, but I refuse to look at the reflections. I think I hear something, but I refuse to uncover my ears. Enemies everywhere even though they wear my face. All thirsting for my blood and tears. Such things I refuse to give despite the stringing at my eyes. Soon my own voice joins the hellish cacophony, screaming at these demons as that is all I can do.

The more I yell, the more I run around practically blind and deaf, the more confused I get. At this point I’m not sure where I’m running. I can faintly hear laughter every time I clip myself on a corner, ram into a wall or run in circles. I’m lost, so hopelessly lost in my desperation for freedom. My voice is going hoarse from shouting and screaming. The idea of just going fucking nuclear and unleashing hell in the form of the Beast’s Rage is becoming more and more appealing, but with the nature of this hell, that would surely kill me in the process.

I stop at a dead end and fall to my knees, my eyes welling with tears that spill over as I rage inside this mirror nightmare. I just want it all to stop. I want this to be a night terror that I’ll wake up from but I know this is reality. My arms growing tired from holding my hands over my ears, they go slack. I am now exposed to the full brunt of the devils’ venom….

Wait… Who said that?

A voice I didn’t hear before screams with a similar force that I did, but the words they speak aren't venom and hate, but…. Instructions? Directions? I can’t tell at this moment, but it’s something that isn’t loathing and malice. At first I don’t believe these words, thinking them to be a trick or a trap, but with the hateful sounds closing in and with no other option… I follow the directions.

It’s then I see who the voice belongs to. Another faded and blurry reflection, but this one looks unfamiliar. It’s still me, but he shares my tanned skin, his scars barely visible, his shirt grey and white, Amp shining like silver and the sparks off of his hands a brilliant blue… This is what Kessler wanted me to be… A hero.

The blue sparked reflection continues to point and shout directions, seeming to be trying to help me, but why?! I make it no secret, I am not a good person. If this is the hero Kessler wanted, he should be hurling abuses at me just like the others. I’d even go as far as to say he’s the one with the most right to hate me as I am the reason he doesn’t exist. Yet here he is, trying to help me.

I open my mouth to question, but my blue twin snaps. “Not the time, Cole! They ain’t gonna stop for you to ask questions.” I get the message loud and clear and keep running.

I follow the instructions, focusing on that as it’s better than the miasma that I’m being subjected to. I have so many questions to ask, what is happening? Why is it happening? Why are you helping me? Just anything to make sense out of this fucking madhouse, but I keep moving, hoping that I’m not falling into another trap.

My heart sinks as I see that I’m at a dead end and I’m about to bolt, but I notice something… At the end of this hallway is another mirror, but with a very different reflection.

I cautiously walk towards it and squint my eyes, it looks… Fuzzy, almost like a photo that hasn’t been developed. On closer inspection, I can see some things that make it look more like a reflection of my current self, black pants with kneepads, my vest. Visible, yet blurry… The only thing I can see clearly are the eyes of this copy. They’re closed, as if sleeping. What could this mean?

As I look over this mirror, I notice something else. The cruelty of the three devils hunting me, it’s gone. This area is quiet, still and peaceful. Here with my heroic twin, but why is this so? At this point, I care little for the question as I slam my back onto a reflective wall and slide down into a sitting position, hands holding my head as my chest shudders and heave with tears I’m fighting back.

“Not giving up on me are you, Cole?” My blue reflection asks. I sniff a bit as I struggle and shake my head. “Nah…” I reply in a voice that’s more strained than I’d like. “I just….. Need a breather.” The white clad hero nods his head and simply sits in a way that mirrors mine, back to back. “Take your time, Cole. Catch your breath.”

This peace is strange, but compared to the hell I was subjected to? It’s a soothing balm on my mutilated soul and I let some of the tears flow freely. A small relief to keep the dam intact, for now at least.

When the peace has passed, the heroic MacGrath pipes up. “I know you have a lot of questions, but since it’s just us, best get them out of your system.” I turn my head and I can see the blurred reflection turn in kind. I start off with a simple “Why?”

“Why what?” My blue twin asks. “Just… Why? Why is this happening? Why am I being tortured? Why are you helping me?” I ask back in kind. The hero frowns and shakes his head. “As much as I want to answer the first two, all I can say is your guess is as good as mine as I have no clue either… But I can answer the last question. I’m helping you because I can’t stand this suffering.”

“But why?” I continue to question. “You out of all the reflections have the most reason to hate me. I’m everything you would stand opposed to, hell I’m the reason you don’t exist. Why help me when you could come after me as some sort of punishment?”

“And subject you to this hell?” He balks “I wouldn’t even wish this on Kessler, let alone myself. Good or evil.” His eyes stare off into whatever silvery void the mirrored world has. “Besides… I got to see where my path leads to. Got to see that even though I did everything right, it meant jackshit in the end.” He turns to glance at me again. “That all I did was pointless. Utterly pointless”

I’m about to ask him to elaborate, but he shakes his head. Something must have gone completely fubar if he doesn’t want to talk about it even if it’s to bitch and vent.

“So…. Where’s the exit out of this hellhole?” I ask, the heroic twin turns his head and points to the mirror at the end of the hallway. I turn to look at him like he’s crazy. “Um, that’s a wall.”

“It’s the way out.” He simply responds. “It’s the only way out. The reason there’s a wall is because you believe there’s a wall.” I shake my head at this crazy talk. “How do you know if that’s a wall or not?” I question the reflection. He looks at me. “You’re going to have to trust me and by extension, trust yourself.”

“I don’t do trust fall-type bullshit.” I point out bluntly. “You should know this as much as I do.”

“Why would I lie to the only one of any of us in this damn mirror hell that has a future at all?” My blue twin points out harshly. “It’s a cold hard fact, Cole. Out of all of us here, you’re the only one who has a chance at living.” I stand and he stands in kind; both of us staring at each-other, man-to-man.

“While you are right, you are everything that I stand against. You’re selfish, egotistical, ruthless, sadistic, irresponsible, downright dangerous and destructive to the point of senselssness, but you’re also fucking honest about it.” He points out. “Then there’s also the fact when it came time to choose between a gamble that if it fell short would leave everyone to suffer slow and agonizing deaths or go with John and the method that was proven to give humanity even the slightest sliver of a chance to come out the other side. You chose what you felt was right. It may not be what Kessler wanted and there may have been selfish motivations behind it, but you still made that choice.” I look at my twin puzzled, but he’s right… Right about everything, good and bad.

“This is your ticket not only to escape this hell, but to escape Kessler for good.” He continues. “That bastard already took two futures away from you, your future with Trish and my future. Don’t let him take this one away from you too.” His words ring out in my head like a gunshot as I look towards the blurry mirror. “I know it’s a leap of faith, but please take it! Take it and get the hell out of here! Live the best life you can… For the both of us… Please…” The last words fall like a pleading whisper. Looking into the same blue eyes we share, I can see it. The same eyes I have, the eyes of a broken man.

I stare at my good twin for a moment longer before I nod my head.

With that, I turn to face the blurred reflection. I step back a few paces and charge up a polarity wall to act as a battering ram, hoping that this won’t backfire. Unleashing all of my emotions in one, booming battle cry, I charge.

I swear I can hear the ghost of a whisper in my mind. A soft “thank you” as I make contact only to fall through thin air.

I roll through the tumble and onto my feet before looking around, panting hard. He was right… It wasn’t a wall, it was an illusion… Was that whole maze and the horrors within an illusion too??

Once I’m not disoriented as shit, I start to look around this new place. I see bleachers, a trapeze and a barrier… Am I in the center stage of this fucking circus? Before I can start to explore, I hear a familiar female voice ring out with an Irish accent.

“It’s about bloody time you showed up!!”

[shenanigansam]

star wars is getting too real about psychological warfare in Ep 9 of Andor (11/10, I cried, I screamed) - using sounds of a genocide, of children, as a torture device?

Hearing people are incredibly sensitive to sound. We spook when we hear a creak in the dark. Specific frequencies make us feel terror, make our body seize up, give us headaches and nightmares (read up on ghost frequencies, it's terrifying).

It has been used during real life warfare during the Vietnam war. Operation wandering soul was a combination of wailing and terrifying sounds broadcast loudly to terrify, intimidate and tear down Vietnam soldiers. The trauma. The horror.

And now star wars is bringing us this torture mechanism. Because that's all that is. Torture.

I didn't expect to see the day where star wars truly gives me terrified chills, and that without us having to hear any of it. I've never been that afraid of a fictional Empire. Because it feels real. Because it's rooted in things that are real.

[emmie-fitzgerald]

Mommy Dearest || Khamani & Emmie

@detkhamani​ 

When her mother had offered to take her out to lunch, Emmie had a bad feeling. Any time that this happened, she knew that it was because her mother wanted to tell her something where Emmie would be socially pressured into not freaking out and screaming at the woman at the top of her lungs. Like when Emmie was basically forced to take care of her and her father when Rose found out about her cancer. Or when Theo got arrested. Or any other countless things that Rose had decided on behalf of her daughter and Emmie was forced to go along with. 

So between starting the conversation off with Rose announcing she didn’t want to meet Emma because she knew Emmie’s relationship track record and after the disaster that was Sadhbh she wasn’t counting on whatever was going on with Emma to last long, and criticizing Emmie’s design of the children’s room remodel, the younger woman was ready for her mother to just get to the point. 

“So when are you going to pass the store back to Theo? I thought that you would have by now.” 

Emmie blinked, not entirely sure that she heard her mother right. Of the many things that this conversation could have been about, this wasn’t what he expected.  “Is that a joke?” she finally asked, processing the situation.

“Of course not, the store was always supposed to go to Theo, you know that. You were just the placeholder after your father got sick,” Rose continued, very matter of factly, “and now that your brother is out of prison, I don’t know what you think that you should stay in charge.” 

“He wants to sell the store,” Emmie snapped, her voice rising, not even caring about who was listening, if they were listening, “And probably keep the money for himself.” 

“Well then at least he knows his limits, unlike you Emmaline,” Rose snapped back, “it’s not as if you know what you’re doing with the store, that remodel was absolutely a waste of money, and the way that you let your staff talk to customers is horrible customer service. Your father would be appalled that you’ve gone on like this for so long.”

“You don’t get to decide what Dad would have thought because with how sick he is, we just don’t know do we? Maybe he would have fucking loved what I’ve done with everything,” Emmie snapped, not even caring that people were staring and that she was yelling, “but the store has gone up in profit every fucking year since I took over, and I’m not going to let all the work that I’ve done for the past few years be for nothing because Theo gets to waltz back in and take everything without doing any work or learning any lessons from his massive fuck up. So maybe you should be talking to him about getting an actual job then trying to steal mine so he can fuck it up too.” 

“The store is not your place, Emmaline. It is your brother’s. It wasn’t when you took over, it won’t be in the future, and the sooner that you accept that the better,” Rose said, standing up and collecting her things, “But considering that your profits are doing so well,” the woman said, sarcasm dripping off of her voice, “I guess that means you have enough to cover lunch after all. But think about what I said, this wasn’t supposed to be your life, don’t keep trying to do things that you weren’t suited for, I’m just trying to keep your best interests in mind.” 

A frustrated yell left Emmie’s lips before she finally became aware of all the stares coming from the other tables as she wished that she could melt into the ground. But she had to wait for the check, and her emotions just flip-flopped before intense rage and pain - and as much as Emmie wanted to cry, she wasn’t going to give everyone the satisfaction of seeing her do it. But the tears burned against her eyes and she buried her face in her napkin trying to keep herself from sobbing before she heard footsteps and felt someone standing over the table. Reluctantly, she looked up, and seeing who it was truly didn’t make her feel any better. “Shit,” she muttered, “how much of that did you hear?”

[crisiscutie]

After reading House of Sephiroth FAQ and Lore, it made me wonder how they do all the mundane, everyday routines? Like cleaning, cooking, laundry, wash the dishes, etc.

They can go conquering the cosmos all they want, but someone still gotta do all those boring stuff too, right? Does darling had to do all that since she's the only one unable to escape the House? Or will any of the Sephiroths willing to help? Which Sephiroth willing to help, which doesn't? Or maybe... instead of helping, some Sephiroth interrupts darling with her chores because of his... 'needs'.

Content Warnings: NSFW, Noncon/Dubcon, Tentacles, Blood Play, Psychological and Physical Abuse.

༻❁༺ Who Handles The Chores?

The darling handles a good deal of the household duties. The Sephiroths assist in keeping the space neat and tidy. It's usually just them cleaning after themselves though. Unless it's the darling herself, in 7R and AC's case. They like to leave her as a mess as to demonstrate their superiority and ownership to the next Sephiroth

The darling doesn't mind doing chores, as she is eager to explore and discover the house's secrets while doing them. She is granted minimal free time of her own and there are (occasional) times where there isn't any Sephiroth in the house besides Theatrhythm Sephiroth.

The only Seph that usually leaves a mess, (especially in the backyard where he frequents) is KH Seph, his logic being "Well, I don't live here." He's a terrible guest.

༻❁༺ Who's Willing To Go Beyond?

The most willing Sephiroths to go beyond cleaning behind himself are C.C (to impress and help his mommy darling) and Dissidia Sephiroth (wants everything to be pristine). They don't mind using the household chores as bonding time with the darling.

Theatrhythm Sephiroth doesn't do any chores as he's just a doll. But out of the darling's eyeshot, he will do stuff like carefully catch any dishes that would've shattered on the floor or turn off water that has been left running. He's a secret, helpful fella. He will also join the darling on her thrilling adventures to investigate the strange house, especially the basement and lower levels. He'll provide her with a reassuring presence and act as her guardian, especially against anything that may bring her harm.

༻❁༺The Least Willing To Go Beyond

The other three Sephiroths: OG, 7R and AC. They would rather focus on themselves and their goals. With no surprise, they also tend to be guilty of interrupting the darling's chores because of their "needs".

OG Seph likes to take the time to engage in "small talk" with the darling, while Jenova's tentacles slyly slither around her. Her focus will be taken by his captivating mako, cat eyes, as he complimented her. She will gasp from the sudden invasion of her orifices, the large and thick appendages being difficult for them to accommodate. Sephiroth would act oblivious of what's going on, sweetly holding the darling by her waist and passionately talking about his plans for the day...

7R Seph likes to play cruel tricks on her, often pretending to be C.C. He'll hug the darling behind as he scrambles her mind with visions of himself. These visions will grow more sensual (and painful) by the moment, eventually forcing an intense orgasm out of her. Her cunt will still be gushing wetness as he manically declares his love for her, over and over again...

AC Seph would prowl around her, taking an odd interest in her current chore. He'll tenderly trace her collarbone with his finger, as he comments on her good work. Then he'll summon Masamune and draw blood from her arms, crooning in her ear that she missed some spots. His face will light up with delight as the darling softly cries in his restraining gasp, her quivering hands attempting to scrub away the spots...

[macabreerudition]

I don't know who this will reach, but I'm currently trying to fight back the urge to go back to my ex.

Because it's what I'm used to. It's "normal". It's where my life current is.

But I know I cannot go back. I'm being actively told to get out. But I keep thinking: What if I'm being unfair to him? What if we can make things work out? What if he's finally willing to get counseling together....

Even after all the mental shit he's done.

[mkh-draws]

TW: implication of domestic abuse, psychological abuse, and scars.

I had re-read ep 119 of LO about Hera's past and used the opening for a scene in Lunar Love about Rhea and Zagreus' relationship and how she views him and what he's been through.

[meremere21]

Just saw and read a Times article about how 70% of men die within a year of being widowed…and it just made me realize that it’s almost the 10 year anniversary of my Grandma’s death, which was devastating because it came out of almost nowhere (she caught C. Diff when she was at the hospital for a different matter), and how my PawPaw only lived until the following January. He had extenuating circumstances in the fact that he had Parkinson’s, but my whole family’s of the opinion that he only held on for as long as he did because he wanted to have one last Christmas with all of us.

Sometimes the sadness of losing loved ones hits you really hard. They were such a huge part of my life, we’d see them at least 2-3 times a month and outside of my parents and sister they were my most important people. Grandma was the one who taught me how to bake and play the piano and PawPaw was the one who taught me how to fish and play dominos. Grandma’s death hit us hardest because, while we’d been slowly preparing ourselves to lose PawPaw to his Parkinson’s for years, we weren’t prepared at all to lose her so soon. Looking back on it, losing both of them in such a short amount of time and no longer having either of them to call or rely on probably contributed to the depressive episode I spiraled into my senior year of college.

And now I’m even sadder because thinking of my grandparents and the relationship my sister and I had with them is reminding me that so far and probably for a long time to come…my nieces aren’t going to have that kind of relationship with my parents, because my sister’s husband is an emotionally, mentally, and psychologically abusive bastard who absolutely hates our parents, especially mom because she doesn’t tow his line and agree with everything he says like his own mother does, and has done everything he can to separate and isolate my sister from our family. He only tolerates me because he doesn’t see me as a ‘threat’. He gets mad at her for even TALKING to our parents outside of their therapy sessions and our parents can count on one hand how many times they’ve seen their grandchildren since they’ve been born (…and honestly so can I, but even though I’m allowed in their home…I’m not comfortable being in his space knowing what he’s doing to my sister and our family). The girls are turning one this week.

And until my sister is truly ready to admit that her husband is abusing her and either ask for help or just pack up the girls and leave herself…I fear that my nieces will NEVER have the kind of relationship with their grandparents that my sister and I did…

[dizzified]

Python Dynastia, the worst man you'll ever meet, I hope he falls into a paper shredder and fucking dies. Worst brother of the century, get him far away from Amelia. Call him gay and he will cry like a little piss baby bitch.

Hot take: Being physically and emotionally abusive to and gaslighting your sister into believing she doesn't have autonomy and is devoted and in-debt to you is not silly.

"Don't do it."

"I-.. I- Wasn't-"

"I can see it in your eyes, you're being swayed, you're having doubts again, what did I tell you."

"Not to-.. AH!—"

"You listen here, you stupid fucking bitch, you listen to me. You don't listen to him, you don't listen them, you listen to the only one who actually gives a damn about you. I'm your brother, I'm all you need, I put so much time and energy into your worthless body, without me, you're fucking nothing. You're a pathetic wriggling maggot that can do nothing for itself, not without my word, because your body was never your own, it was always mine, devote yourself to the fucking god that grants you purpose."

"P- Python-.. Python-.. That hurts- Please- I'm sorry-"

"Amelia, I'm going to break your fucking neck right here and now if you don't wipe that stupid abused look off your face, I've done nothing to you, it's not my fault you're an over-emotional whore that's fucked up her life beyond belief. I bet you really believe he loves you, don't you? That he's not just clamoring desperate for the power you could give him, like every other of his kind. Waiting for the moment when you plead a longer lifespan for him, to make him a god such as yourself, that's all he wants. Mortals are greedy, they're cruel, they only think for themselves, all of them, you've seen it first-hand how horrible they can be, you've seen how horrible he can be."

"He's-.. Hh-.. He's not-"

"He's just like all the rest of them, Amelia. They all exist to leech off us for power, you've seen how they pray oh so desperately to whatever god they believe will give them a sliver of power, no matter how corrupt. You've seen the cults, how they've sacrificed, genocided, enslaved, innocent lives just for their own benefit. Are you forgetting, are you forgetting what he was, are you forgetting what he did, are you so blinded by false love that you cannot see the bigger picture here?"

"Please stop-.. Please-"

"Shut your fucking mouth, you lowly bitch, that's all you are, a stupid girl who always lets her naivety guide her, that's why you have me, that's why I'm the smart one, that's why I know everything, to stop my dumbfuck of a sister from falling into the jaws of a wolf who only wishes the worst for her. God, Amelia, you're so lucky I'm here, that I can see the things that you don't, you're so trusting, so empathetic, so forgiving, so fucking gullible.. You can't even see you've been manipulated, you're just so fucking easy."

"… Hh.."

"Citrex isn't your husband, he's just like all the other greedy cultists clawing at your heels for an ounce of power, and when he gets it, he's gone. Listen to me, listen to your brother, couldn't you see how he was trying to turn you away from me, because I was telling you the honest truth? He's trying to keep you in the dark, to hide his true intentions, he doesn't love you, nobody does, nobody except me. Do you think I'd have done all of this for nothing, wasted all this time, I'm doing this because you're my sister and I love you, I have your best interest in mind, and all you've wanted to do this entire time is be a fucking annoying little bitch and make things harder for me! Just give it up, Amelia, for fighting for something that isn't worth it, they're not worth it, he's not worth it, I'm worth it. I am and will always be your everything."