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#tw; child abuse
happybird16 · 6 months
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Just putting this out there with Bad Boy coming out: If I see ONE post sexualizing Child!Levi or putting him in a sexual situation -be it in fanart or a fic about him being human trafficked- I will be out for blood.
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terrence-silver · 1 year
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Who do you think Terry lost his virginity to?
Two options I always leaned towards myself;
Logically, considering he could've been no older than seventeen or eighteen, give or take, he either lost it in Vietnam, much like countless other GI's at the time undoubtedly did, to some nameless sex worker(s), in some nameless brothel, in some city, town or village along the trail of the US war effort in the country. Possibly, after much encouragement and pushing from John and Ponytail who were convinced it was due time and that Twig needed a shove in the right direction. Believable. Some teensy-tinsy amount of peer pressure might've been involved, yes. Maybe not. Who is to tell? A bit of both?
Or, perhaps, years and years before he actually went off to the war, I can see Terry Silver's father as the overly patriarchal, hyper-traditionalist type there to ensure his boy became a man as soon as possible, especially if he deemed his son was already 'too soft', gentle and shy and 'needed fixing'. That extreme measures in these extreme circumstances needed to be taken to avoid his one and only heir from going bad, like a rotten apple; something he had to be coaxed out of a taught a lesson in true manhood 'before it is too late'. What ensued is possibly a criminally young Terry, again, brought to a sex worker or rather, lets call it a 'trusted friend of his father's' who did the job for him as young as age twelve or thirteen and it might've been an affair as clinical as a medical check-up. After all, Terry himself said he has had many teachers and his old man was definitely one of them, I think we all agree, but nobody said the things he was taught were anywhere near sane or even good, not even by the standards of the early to late 1950's when this could've taken place.
Also, I see these two options as something that can coexist side by side.
Terry, or, a young Twig during Vietnam simply lying he was still a virgin at the time he was in the military to his friends who would've undoubtedly teased him relentlessly when he, ironically, fidgety and boyish as he was lost his virginity sooner than any of them (even sooner than the buff, more classically manly, borderline All-American John Kreese himself who had a full-blown sweetheart back home in Betsy), but if he told them that was the case and that he already knew what the fuss was all about, they wouldn't believe him. That he's merely saying it to seem tough and save face. Avoid ridicule. That's what he might've felt. After all, they had a preconceived notion of him and that notion was that Twig was clumsy, silly, a bit of a sheltered haphazard and definitely the type that can't pull poontang or ladies, because hey, c'mon, he's a cute kid, but it is still Twig. Women ain't exactly lining up for some scrawny, lanky guy who is all limbs. In truth, he lost his virginity extremely early. One would even saying worryingly early. Worse yet, I can imagine that for the longest time (or maybe even all his life) Terry Silver was convinced he was done a favor with this early loss of innocence and that it helped strengthen him as a man. That that's how things should be. He became a winner instead of a wimp.
Which, if we open our third eye and tend to view what he, for example, gleefully did to a teenage Daniel Larusso back in the 1980's as a form of grooming (both into violence, bad habits and well --- god only knows) it also explains a lot. It was done to Terry once upon a time. Now, he is doing it to others. Perpetuating a multigenerational cycle of abuse. Hurt people hurt people. In Terry's case, though, he wouldn't necessarily even realize, admit or see himself as one of the hurt parties. Quite the contrary.
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ajokeformur-ray · 1 year
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Something else I'm wondering; when Arthur finds Penny's case file, it seems like he's seeing all the stuff about the abuse for the first time, like he didn't remember any of it. Is it really possible to forget events like that, or that much of one's childhood? (I'm not in medicine so I wouldn't know). Also, why would they give Arthur back to Penny after it was proven she did next to nothing to protect him from her boyfriend's abuse (granted, I know she was abused too, but still)? That just seems like, logically, it'd be a really bad idea.
It is absolutely possible to forget entire events; the brain is incredibly clever and it can basically hide memories from itself as a protection. I'd recommend looking up selective amnesia as a good starting place if you wanted to look into this some more, and maybe C-PTSD too!
I have no doubt that Arthur, on some level, knows he was abused as a child; he displays many signs of this. For example, his body language during the infamous Retail Smile scene (when Hoyt is telling him he needs to return the sign to Kenny's Music), is submissive. Hands in front of him to protect his stomach suggesting he feels threatened by Hoyt but is trying to seem non-confrontational, the way he smiles when he's being criticised and doesn't argue against it... These are all signs of someone abused as a child. It's not definitive, mind you, this is an incredibly nuanced topic, and there's more to it than what I'm going into here, but I do think he's aware of it. Especially because he says in the hospital just before he kills Penny, "you used to tell me that my laugh was a condition", and on his card in the bus scene, it states something like "neurological disorder caused by brain injury".
It's mentioned that Arthur was found, as a child, malnourished, tied to a radiator, with severe trauma to his head, which is another possibility behind why he reacts so viscerally to finding out he was abused as a child and Penny (potentially) facilitated it. Arthur's brain wanted to protect itself from a terrible truth but the memory loss could have come from the physical trauma of the head injuries, as well as the psychological trauma.
That's what I love the most about this film: nothing is canonical and everything is down to personal interpretation. It's all ambiguous and two people who watch it together in the same room at the same time will watch two different films. It's wonderful.
I think Arthur knows. Seeing his Arkham folder totally ripped the ground from underneath his feet and was the final catalyst behind everything happening.
As for Penny being given Arthur back, I really don't know much of anything about American history or proceedings, but as I said before in another ask, it was the 1950s so I suppose Arthur got to stay with Penny because she's his mum, even with the abuse and the way she allowed it to happen. I don't think any thought would have extended beyond the child staying with his mum. I'm sure her boyfriend abused the both of them; there are many signs to suggest Arthur and Penny were both victims ("repeatedly abused your adopted son, and battered you").
Overall, it's a very complicated situation and this answer isn't exhaustive but I hope there's food for thought in here!
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thebekashow · 1 year
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Tw: talk of rape, choking, abuse, and blood.
Where my brain was. (This will be a mix up comic series. This all happened in my head, NOT IN REAL LIFE.)
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13 year old me came up with some pretty awful scenarios. And now I gotta pay the price :'D
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astridhansleyy · 1 year
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Where: Driftwood coffee shop
Who: @luvdenhh
Astrid's past always hunted her, all she truly wanted to do is just find out the whole truth. She knew she had a pretty traumatic childhood, up until she was taken away from her biological parents. But, what she didn't know was what actually happened to them, or what led them to act the way they did. Astrid did the next best thing and hired a private investigator to look for her biological parents. The private investigator found everything she needed but, to her surprise...her parents were actually living in Aurora Bay and she apparently had a younger sister named Denver. Astrid didn't know how to wrap her head around these recent finds, but she needed to find out. As she was sitting at the Driftwood coffee shop, she almost choked on her coffee when she suddenly noticed her. Denver, a beautiful blonde girl. Astrid couldn't believe it. How do you even approach someone and tell them that they're your actual sibling? She took a few deep breaths and finally approached the younger woman. "Hey...so I know you might think that I am totally crazy, but...I need to talk to you." She said looking directly at the younger woman "May I join you?"
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ladyimaginarium · 1 year
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okay so ive& been reading this book called "becoming yourself: overcoming mind control & ritual abuse" by alison miller & smth that really spoke to me& was "no one would deliberately make up such horrifying stories, and no one who had not undergone such experiences would claim for their own and terrorize themselves with false memories of sadistic abuse, when they could just live a 'normal life'. [...] if you are a mind control survivor, even your desire to deny the facts of what happened to you is not just coming from your own wish to have had a happy childhood and to continue to have a happy family, it is programmed - that is, it was drummed into you by abusers. [...] when you read survivors' stories, you need to say within yourself: 'this is that other person's experience, if it resonates with mine, perhaps something similar happened to me'. [...] but survivors of mind control and ritual abuse usually have a more serious problem: they have difficulty believing themselves, many times i have had survivors come into my office the week after disclosing a particularly horrendous memory and say, "it didn't happen, i made it all up" [...] survivors who are discovering apparent memories of mind control or ritual abuse often struggle with the question, 'could this really have happened?' and insist that none of it is true, they struggle to find excuses to dismiss it, such as that they made it all up, they got it from television shows or the internet, or they have vivid imaginations. [...] i do not believe that non-survivors, even imaginative ones, are easily able to make up the kinds of memories which survivors have. [...] all your feelings are real and are based on your life experiences, including those you do not yet remember. there is a reason for any dreams, flashbacks or body memories, or other symptoms you are having; whatever is in your head and causes emotional responses or flashbacks deserves to be investigated." & ..... damn.
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iamthexweapon · 10 months
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@illbringthechaosmagic continued from ask: 
Wanda had been mindlessly tracing patterns on his skin when she had felt the scar. Part of her hadn’t wanted to ask, not wanting to bring up old memories in case it was something bad. But the curious side to her had won out. “It’s alright, you don’t need to tell me,” she whispered, leaning in to gently press a kiss over the scar. Though when she heard him say it was from his father, her face fell. “I’m sorry Tony..” she whispered, “it’s ok, we don’t need to talk about it. We can talk about something else if you prefer.”
Tony shivered at the kiss being pressed to his shoulder and considered what to say to Wanda in that moment. He didn’t talk much about Howard and the things the older man had done to him as a child. It wasn’t the worst thing a parent could have done but it wasn’t the best either. Tony breathed out when he realized he hadn’t been breathing as he considered. “I was 10 years old. I was home from boarding school for Christmas. I don’t remember what I did, honestly. Probably misbehaved. I was trying to get away from him and he threw a glass of scotch at me. Well, you can imagine what happened next.” He mentioned softly, remembering how awful that moment had been.
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speedsterredhead · 1 year
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The swim cleared his head... Zatanna and John were off together on something, he was needed to cover the group's base as a magic user. About to light up as he remembered no smoking in the base, he sighed and looked at the rain outside. Damn... Still, the sound was coming. "I'll be- He stopped speaking when he saw Wally's naked back, a massive of bruising and... welts? He dashed over instantly, apparently teleporting. "Jesus wept, who the fuck did this to you?" Saburo hissed, dropping his cigarettes in shock as his eyes went dark and his tone went soft, that dangerous level of soft where he was barely holding back a frightening amount of rage as he shook. "Who's been hurting you... for how long?"
A day off of school, and nothing really to do. He had to get away from home. It wasn’t bad most days, but his dad was drinking again because work was being hard. Then Wally made the mistake of telling him to wait a second because he was trying to finish his homework before mowing the lawn. Bad move, he hated what came next, and as always, his mom did nothing about it. He mowed the lawn after that and finished his homework. He fled to the cave. The only safe place in the world for him at this rate.
He took off his shirt to try and let the injuries air out. He chuckled somewhat hearing a robotic woo and a whine. He used both hands, one for Sphere and one for Wolf. “Hey guys, yeah I know. He went too far again.” He sighed and shook his head. He chuckled some feeling a lick to his right shoulder. “Careful Wolf, I don’t want anything getting infected.” He told the wolf before petting it. He looked over as Sphere pressed on him more. “Yeah I know you guys want me to tell them, but it isn’t easy.”
He froze and his blood ran cold when he heard Saburo’s voice. He thought he heard everyone would be gone for the day. It was the only reason he felt confident to take his shirt off. He sweated as he tried to come up with a lie, he really did.
Sh-shit! Think of a lie. Think of a good one. Tell him it was a rogue that Barry put in jail. Y-Yeah that will work. Wally desperately thought as he looked to Saburo. He had to, he had to.
“M-My dad.” What!?! No!!! It was only going to get worse. He was half tempted to accuse Saburo of using a truth spell on him, but Saburo would not do that. And he had not even said anything. He could not believe he said that.
He did not look at Saburo after that. He was angry at himself though. He looked at Saburo terrified.
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ofcxnsequence · 1 year
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@angelsweeps (NATALIE)
"You remember Mrs. Callahan, in third grade?" Ray asked after a long period of silence. They were sitting on the hood of his truck, backed leaning against the windshield. it was a good thing she didn't leave him alone, as much as he hated to admit it. He was almost out of cigarettes. they'd been talking for a while, and he'd practically been chain smoking throughout it all. going into town wasn't a good idea right now. He might run into Dodge, or worse, Heather, and all of Natalie's ongoing hard work to calm him down would be for nothing.
"Gave us this big fund raiser for 400 dollars for a new chalk board for our class. Said if we hit it, she'd buy us all pizza and we'd get to watch a movie. Think the class voted on the lion king or something like that." he swallowed against his smoke, the air retrohaled out his nose.
" Had that locked box on her desk. So we could see our progress." he said quietly," then one day she says money's been stolen. We'd made to to 200 dollars, remember? Half way there. Money's been stolen and if whoever took it didn't come forward then we could forget recess, and the pizza, and all that. They all pinned it on me. Made sense. Someone's mom said something about my dad being that way, someone's dad said Luke got into trouble a lot, so why wouldn't it be me. Then it turns into 'i saw Ray do this, i saw Ray do that.' Kids is mean, will throw you under the bus as quick as that."he snapped his fingers," ...I had to stay after class...Nobody seemed to notice how Mrs C.'s car didn't pop or smoke anymore. That thing was falling apart until then, all us kids made fun a that car. ' Member?" Ray was quiet. " I had to stay after class, and told her I didn't do it. She says she knows. She knows, cause I knew about her car. But you know what else that son of a bitch said?" he pulled his cigarette from his mouth and twirled it in his fingers, " But nobody is ever going to believe a Hall. So she got her car fixed, I got suspended, the belt, and locked in the smoke house. When Luke finally talked my grandpap into letting me out, I told him. Cause Luke says you tell the truth." he paused, " and Luke said ' what was i supposed to expect?' " He was quiet for a time.
If he had been in a better mood he might have congratulated her on making his personal challenge from last year something as triggering as small spaces with dead things in them. That was a common punishment at his house and finding out something so private as that must have taken some heavy digging.
"Heather was the only one to ask me if I was okay when they let me come back." he shrugged, " always liked her after that. Only one who believed me, too."
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How would brokenstar treat his own kits?
so, non-AU Brokenstar would not be a good father
he wouldn't see them as children, he'd see them as heirs, as potential killers, and whatever training he put normal apprentice through, he'd hold much higher and violent standards for his own kin
they'd be used to prove that his bloodline is the strongest and they would not be allowed to have even a single chance to mess up
because the moment they disappointed him he wouldn't hesitate to 'be rid' of them, to put it lightly
he'd be similar to Lizardstripe was to him, but the moment someone tried to compare the two, he'd strike out. He sees himself as greater than her - after all, she'd dead and he's alive. He's leader and she was never more than a warrior.
and it's this hatred that'd be turned about into being tougher on the kits, wanting them to prove they're ready before they're even supposed to be weaned.
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happybird16 · 2 years
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Thinkin’ about how Kenny probably hit Levi. Almost guaranteed… :’/
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teaboot · 8 months
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Adult ProTip, from a security professional: If a kid tells you, "My parents are gonna kill me / kick my ass / kick me out" for something relatively minor, don't respond with shit like "Really? ;) that sounds a little extreme, don't you think sweetie?" because that shit really does happen.
Instead, respond as though whatever threat they are afraid of is fully valid, and offer whatever you can do to help- ask if they believe they are in danger of being hurt in any way, and work accordingly.
If they're overreacting, they'll usually realize and dial it back, self-correct and begin thinking a bit more rationally.
If they're not overreacting, and the danger is real, then they'll need a level-headed adult in their corner, not another condescending authority figure who doesn't believe them.
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shiroi---kumo · 2 months
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100 Days of Headcanon || Day 1: Childhood
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⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ Born Valkoinen Pilvi (White Cloud) to Helakanpunainen Aurinko ( Scarlet Sun) and Ametisti Kuu ( Amethyst Moon), Pilvi is the second son of the Misterican Empire. He was born as the only Misterican to ever be born of the color white - meaning the color of his Mist (therefore affecting the color of his hair). This made him, by Misterican Religion The Child of White.
The Child of White, was Misterica's prophesied savior and the one who would inherit the Holy Blade of Lady Tiamat - the Maken. Pilvi did so through The Ritual of the Holy Blade when he was only thirteen years old.
Despite this, even growing up in what would be considered the lap of luxury, Pilvi did not go without his own fair share of hardships. As The Child of White, Pilvi was seen as a religious artifact by the Church and not a person - and because of this he was subjected to many things without his consent - including that of ritual tattoos and attempted sacrifice.
Pilvi was considered the demon swordsman by the Church as he was the Holy Vessel to their goddess Lady Tiamat - and even as a child was pressured heavily to engage into war with Windaria.
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kuroki--kaze · 2 months
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100 Days of Headcanon || Day 1: Childhood
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⋆୨𖤓୧⋆ Born Fekete Szél (Black Wind) to Lángoló Ègbolt (Blazing Skies) and Hajnali Csillogás (Daybreak Glimmer), Szél's childhood was not an easy one. Windarian's are pure blooded Infernals and because of this that means they bleed the color of their Soil.
Szél's soil was Black when he was born and he was one of the only Windarians to ever be born to Soil of that color. Society as a whole referred to him as The Black Blood and they shunned his existence. Black wasn't a color to be completely ostracized like in Misterican Society but it wasn't seen as good.
His parents abandoned him when he was only four years old, leaving Szél to fend for himself and live on the streets. He received help from strangers here and there that took pity on a kid living on his own until they saw him bleed. He would be quickly shunned again and left to fend for himself, his face becoming quickly known for the 'creature' that he was. When Szél was just a young boy he was pulled into the military to be trained as a soldier, so he could have some proper use to the collective of Windarain society as a whole.
This turned Szél bitter and quiet towards those around him. He was given a partner to "look after him" once he was thrust into military service in the form of his bonded pair - Moogle Kupo.
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carnivoraformes · 6 months
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Wriothesley verses + tags!
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CANON. v; howling in the prison halls (main verse) //
Mostly canon compliant, outside of being a werewolf. Starting point is roughly around his debut but is up for plotting otherwise.
AU. v; running from the past (au verse) //
He served his time, and signed his own papers. But when talk of him becoming the new warden came up he just scoffed and told them to give it to someone deserving. After that Wriothesley not only reclaimed his lost freedom but used it to leave Fontaine behind for good. For a time he traveled bouncing between Sumeru, Liyue and Mondstadt. Never quite settling down but not opposed to it either.
AU. v; survived by kicking clawing and fighting (baldurs gate 3 verse) //
* Class: Barbarian (Wildheart/Wolf Heart) * Background: Criminal * Race: Human *Note: Non-Tav character
Born in Baldur's Gate he grew up an orphan, taken in at a very young age by a wealthy couple that everyone saw as a loving kind hearted duo that had a habit of taking in orphans for years prior to him showing up.
Growing up he thought he had amazing parents, as did all of his foster siblings. He never questioned a thing, not the people coming through the house or how every so often just one of his siblings disappears and were never seen again.
It wasn't until one fateful night when he learned of their fates that his was inevitably changed; they weren't simply adopted out as he thought, no they were either sold or killed and the supposedly loving parents he thought he had were worshippers of Bane.
Flying into a rage he killed his parents and despite nearly dying from his own injuries took to the streets and left Baldur's Gate without a second glance. He didn't make it far before he collapsed from his wounds only to be saved by a druid. The druid tended to his wounds and saved him from death but still shaken from having his entire world destroyed upon waking up he attacked the druid before fleeing after ripping off an amulet from their neck.
After that he spent the next several years doing what he had to survive; stealing, killing, bullying, intimidating others he thought deserving and creating ties with others to make a network of information.
One of his goals being to find the druid that saved him and properly repaying their kindness by returning the amulet and letting them do whatever they saw fit as retribution.
That eventually was postponed upon being taken by the Mind Flayers and having a tadpole forced upon him.
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lostmf · 6 months
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