#! tw: mental abuse

[lola-o-collins]

Don’t make me do it

Don’t make me fall down the rabbit hole

I don’t wanna go back to wonderland

The hatter will come

He’ll take me back to Wonderland

I’ll bleed, I’ll bruise, he’ll play me like a puppet

A ditzy obedient Alice

IM NOT ALICE

SOMEONE HELP ME

I MUST BE OFF WITH MY HEAD

ITS THE ONLY WAY

[bnmvesprm]

WARNING: suicide and psychological abuse topic

Little continuation of the story.

[swanprincessodette]

┌─── ✧Personality Analysis✧ ───┐

Fighter: Despite being told to be a good girl and to listen rather than address the issues at hand, Odette also defends herself from situations she's uncomfortable in or she finds antagonistic. Even when Rothbart told her he'd do anything to make her accept his proposal, she replied, "I rather die first."

Imagination/Fun: Odette loves acquiring new information that both benefits her and her kingdom. Other than her royal duties, she is seen flirting with the castle guards, mostly to bother Prince Derek, coming up with imaginative plays, and beating her subordinates in chess.

Pain: Odette has endured years of pain due to Rothbart's mental abuse and the transformation process her body endures to turn into a swan. She learned to hide her emotions even when put under heavy pressure.

[crisiscutie]

I'm 100% sure Sephiroth is into chasing down his Darling like a wolf chasing a helpless rabbit

Oh, yes. It's in his blood to hunt.

Whether it's an outlet for a domestic Sephiroth to cope outside of the battlefield or Yandere Sephiroth dragging out his darling's misery, His predatory instincts are always lurking in the shadows of his mind, waiting for something to set them off.

Content warnings: NSFW, Fear play, physical/mental abuse, blood, murder, implied non-con under the cut.

To manage his domestic life, Sephiroth turns to fear play as one of his many outlets. It helps him stay energized in combination with his physical training and meditation practices. He loves it when his darling gets creative with their evasive maneuvers, leading him on one merry chase to another. The thrill of the hunt is lost when it's too easy to capture them. He will use his strategic insight into all he knows about them, the village they both live in, in order to anticipate the hiding places and escape routes his darling might take during their thrilling "chases".

At night, his darling took him to the clearing in the forest, situated just beyond the edge of the village.

He felt playful rage bubbling up inside him, adding to the thrill as he stalked closer to his beloved bunny. Even from a distance, his sharp hearing could pick out the faint sound of their bubbly laughter. He will make them feel the sting of their hubris.

When he caught up, he would grab them with an intensity that made both their bodies crash onto the ground.

He relished in the sweet satisfaction of his victory, as his longing for his precious bunny intensified.

He chuckled as he watched their panic turn into sulking when they realized they had been bested.

The moonlight cast an ethereal glow on his predatory, mako eyes as he sensually removed their clothing.

He wanted to savor the sight of the delicious feast before him, like a starved wolf getting ready to devour his prey.

Then, his darling hummed a lullaby of passion, gently cradling his head when he nipped their neck. He made a love bite, a mark of his ownership.

There's no better place to make love than on the ground, surrounded by the sounds of nature. This is definitely how the darling got pregnant with the triplets .

Though the night was full of joyousness, Sephiroth never told his beloved about the violent lust he felt when he had them at his mercy.

As he and his darling drifted into a peaceful slumber, he heard a gentle voice in his ear, reassuring him that everything would be alright after all.

For Yandere Sephiroth, the thrill of the chase is ever-present. It's a much more methodical and drawn-out process, though. Sephiroth's presence was like a chill that lingered in the shadows. He will analyze his prey intently, gauging the amount of suffering he can cause his darling overtime. He will permit them to mingle with others, and even possibly experience a brief relationship. But his darling always belonged to him, even when they were fooled into thinking otherwise. When the wild hunt begins, a chill wind of despair will blow, and all will feel its bitter touch.

The wild hunt's approach stirs a surging anger within him, as well as a thirst for sadistic pleasure as he works to reunite with his darling. He'll save the best for last.

He took out his Darling's important people one by one, leaving behind a few eerie black feathers as a sign of his impending return.

To illustrate his thoughtful nature, he eliminated these people in special places and special ways to remind the Darling of who they belong to.

As the reunion unfolded, his darling trembled with fear, their eyes widening as they gazed upon his towering, intimidating figure.

The wild hunt began with the sound of howling winds. The Darling knew that their courage alone wouldn't be enough to face Sephiroth, but they stood their ground, anyway.

They fought with every ounce of strength they had, but Sephiroth's body was solid as stone, not showing a single sign of hurt from their weak, pitiful attacks.

Then he brandished the Masamune, delivering a few painful jabs of its cold metal. As a cruel mercy, he granted the darling a head start before his pursuit began.

His arousal grew as he followed them; The whimpers from his precious bunny and the scampering amongst the leaves quickened his pace. The faint, metallic scent of their blood in the air made him hungrier than ever, as he desires to reclaim them.

He'll eventually grew weary of the cat-and-mouse game. Just as his darling felt a false sense of safety, he lunged at them with the swiftness of a starving predator.

He relished in the beauty of their despair; the sensation of them being unable to resist him, just as it should be. He'd wipe away their tears with a cruel affection, admiring their cute and vulnerable state before giving them a gentle peck on the lips. What a touching reunion they had that night.

[bleach-your-panties]

💔♡☠︎  M̸H̸A̸ 𝕭𝖆𝖉 𝕭𝖔𝖞𝖋𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖘☠︎♡💔

💔𝖇𝖞 @𝓫𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓱-𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻-𝓹𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓮𝓼

RELEASE DATE: October 1st, 2023

RELEASE SCHEDULE: Every Sunday, Friday, and Saturday in October, alongside Kinktober 2023. Multiple uploads on a single day will be HIGHLY possible, as well as extension into November.

Inspired by: haikyuu!! bad boyfriends: the series, by @martellprincess-writes

series theme: bad - wale ft. tiara thomas

others:    bad romance - lady gaga

             the hills - the weeknd 

        wicked games - the weeknd

 memories back then - t.i. ft.  b.o.b and kendrick lamar

—--

Is it bad, that, I never made love? 

No, I never did it, but I sure know how to fuck

—--

Author's Note: As someone who has been in two different abusive relationships, I feel like I can provide an in-depth perspective on different types of traits that I saw and experienced from the people that I was in these relationships with. This series is MEANT to be triggering, but also to be entertaining and most importantly, informational about what to be wary of while dating or pursuing a potential partner. In no way do I condone or support any of the actions taken by the characters, and in some instances, by Reader-chan. You will most likely get triggered while reading this, as will I while writing it. Still, I come to you as an advocate and as a survivor, to show that you CAN break free from the toxic cycle of abuse. You are beautiful and you are strong. I love you all and thank you for your continued support on this platform. 

Warnings: 21+ DARK CONTENT WARNING. MDNI. Female reader unless otherwise stated. This series will contain dark content, explicit sexual content, as well as toxic relationships written in-depth. There will be all types of abuse written explicitly in this series, as well as other extremely triggering subjects. Reader discretion is STRONGLY advised. No one under 18 should be on my page anyway, but if you are under 18, exit this post NOW. If you message me complaints about something I warned you about beforehand, you will be blocked. Also, don't message me about misrepresenting your favs. This is not meant to show them in a positive light. Thank you.

*Completed/uploaded fics will be highlighted in purple.

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I can't promise that I'll be good to you

Because I had some issues

I won't commit

No, not having it

But at least I can admit

That I'll be bad, no, to you (to you)

Yeah, I'll be good in bed, but I'll be bad to you

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💟🔏Masterlist'̸Schedule☣️💟:

💔10.01: Y̶o̶ S̶h̶i̶n̶d̶o̶u̶ -̶ ⒯⒣⒠ ⒫⒜⒯⒣⒪⒧⒪⒢⒤⒞⒜⒧ ⒧⒤⒜⒭

🖤10.06: T̶o̶u̶y̶a̶ T̶o̶d̶o̶r̶o̶k̶i̶ _-̶⒯⒣⒠⒡⒤⒩⒜⒩⒞⒤⒜⒧⒜⒝⒰⒮⒠⒭

💔10.07: T̶e̶n̶y̶a̶ I̶i̶d̶a̶ -̶ ⒯⒣⒠⒞⒪⒩⒯⒭⒪⒧⒧⒤⒩⒢⒪⒩⒠

🖤10.08: E̶i̶i̶j̶i̶r̶o̶u̶ K̶i̶r̶i̶s̶h̶i̶m̶a̶ -̶ ⒯⒣⒠⒯⒲⒪-⒡⒜⒞⒠⒟⒪⒩⒠

💔10.13⭐️: S̶e̶i̶j̶i̶ S̶h̶i̶s̶h̶i̶k̶u̶r̶a̶ -̶⒯⒣⒠⒢⒜⒮⒧⒤⒢⒣⒯⒠⒭,

K̶a̶t̶s̶u̶k̶i̶ B̶a̶k̶u̶g̶o̶u̶ -̶

⒯⒣⒠⒞⒪⒨⒫⒠⒯⒤⒯⒪⒭

🖤10.14: S̶en̶ K̶a̶i̶b̶a̶r̶a̶ -̶ ⒯⒣⒠⒨⒜⒩⒤⒫⒰⒧⒜⒯⒪⒭

💔10.15: I̶n̶a̶s̶a̶ Y̶o̶a̶r̶a̶s̶h̶i̶ -̶ ⒯⒣⒠⒨⒤⒮⒪⒢⒴⒩⒤⒮⒯⒤⒞⒪⒩⒠

🖤10.20: T̶e̶t̶s̶u̶t̶e̶t̶s̶u̶ T̶e̶t̶s̶u̶t̶e̶t̶s̶u̶ -̶ ⒯⒣⒠⒣⒴⒫⒠⒭⒮⒠⒳⒰⒜⒧⒪⒩⒠

💔10.21: S̶h̶i̶h̶a̶i̶ K̶u̶r̶o̶i̶r̶o̶ -̶ ⒯⒣⒠⒲⒠⒜⒦-⒨⒤⒩⒟⒠⒟⒪⒩⒠

🖤10.22: S̶h̶o̶t̶o̶ T̶o̶d̶o̶r̶o̶k̶i̶ -̶ ⒯⒣⒠⒰⒩⒨⒪⒯⒤⒱⒜⒯⒠⒟⒪⒩⒠

💔10.27: H̶i̶r̶y̶u̶u̶ R̶i̶n̶ -̶⒯⒣⒠⒝⒠⒧⒤⒯⒯⒧⒠⒭

🖤10.28: F̶u̶m̶i̶k̶a̶g̶e̶ T̶o̶k̶o̶y̶a̶m̶i̶ -̶⒯⒣⒠⒤⒩⒮⒠⒞⒰⒭⒠⒪⒩⒠

💔10.29: H̶i̶t̶o̶s̶h̶i̶ S̶h̶i̶n̶s̶o̶u̶ -̶⒯⒣⒠⒰⒩⒟⒠⒭⒞⒪⒱⒠⒭⒧⒪⒱⒠⒭

🖤10.31⭐️: Y̶o̶s̶e̶t̶s̶u̶ A̶w̶a̶s̶e̶ -⒯⒣⒠⒧⒠⒠⒞⒣, I̶t̶e̶j̶i̶r̶o̶ T̶o̶t̶e̶k̶i̶ -̶ ⒯⒣⒠⒰⒩⒮⒰⒫⒫⒪⒭⒯⒤⒱⒠⒪⒩⒠

💔11.05: H̶a̶n̶t̶a̶ S̶e̶r̶o̶ -̶⒯⒣⒠⒩⒪⒩⒞⒪⒨⒤⒯⒯⒜⒧⒪⒩⒠

🖤11.10: M̶e̶z̶o̶u̶ S̶h̶o̶j̶i̶-̶ ⒯⒣⒠⒞⒧⒜⒮⒮⒤⒞⒜⒝⒰⒮⒠⒭

💔11.11: M̶a̶s̶h̶i̶r̶a̶o̶ O̶j̶i̶r̶o̶ -̶ ⒯⒣⒠⒭⒜⒢⒠⒭

🖤11.12: T̶a̶m̶a̶k̶i̶ A̶m̶a̶j̶i̶k̶i̶ -̶ ⒯⒣⒠⒯⒜⒦⒠⒩⒪⒩⒠

💔11.17: M̶i̶r̶i̶o̶ T̶o̶g̶a̶t̶a̶ -̶ ⒯⒣⒠⒩⒜⒭⒞⒤⒮⒮⒤⒮⒯

🖤11.18: K̶o̶s̶e̶i̶ T̶s̶u̶b̶u̶r̶a̶b̶a̶ -̶ ⒯⒣⒠⒠⒡⒡⒠⒨⒤⒩⒜⒯⒠⒪⒩⒠

[epilogue-and-prologue]

Devotion

Fandom: Robin Hood (BBC TV Series)

Ship: Guy of Gisbourne x Robin Hood's Sister

Trope: Ennemies to lovers (sort of) - Angst with a fluffy ending

Note: @sorisooyaa Second one. I still don't know what to make of it, but it's there sooo....

Word count: 9 258

Warnings: SMUT (because I cannot write a story without a sex scene apparently), violence in acts and in words, threats of rape, threats, betrayal, mentions of starvation and torture. (Promise it's only in passing) Mentions of christian faith from the reader and from Guy.

Tag-list: @heilith @asgardianhobbit98 @middleearthpixie @glassgulls @evenstaredits @fizzyxcustard (I know you love Guy, I hope I did him justice :) ) @sotwk

“I want her imprisoned and hung! Now!”

The outrage was a novelty. Usually, you were only accompanied by the sound of the merchants, maybe the laughing children running around. You were not technically allowed to go out on your own, but the walls of your room were beginning to imprint themselves onto your mind and going crazy was not a death you were willing to live. The heavy hood on your head covered you enough for the Sheriff’s and Gisbourne’s men to patrol by without recognizing you. You were exchanging pleasantries with an old woman, when nearby a tall and broad-shouldered man had screamed after a thief.

“She stole a full loaf of bread! Arrest her!”

Of course, you had not seen the scene. You figured that he was right, the young girl struggling to get out of his grip, proof enough. She was still holding the bread trying to find an escape with her eyes when she landed on you. Why was it always you? You sighed, excusing yourself to the merchant before walking towards the commotion.

“Kind Sir, you would not deprive a young girl of food, would you?”

Only then did he look at you. He was towering over you, still not releasing the girl. With the cloth of her ragged tunic, you could not see, yet it was certain in your mind he was going to leave a mark.

“Only if she pays for it! It’s my life’s work lady. “-I will pay for it. As for you, Sir” you pointed a finger at his face, coming closer, making him step back, “God will see to it that your unchristian behaviour is punished.”

The merchant’s face fell as if the threat really frightened him, and in a swift movement, you pulled the girl out of harm’s way and behind you. She was shaking and crying. Two pieces of silver fell into his hand. Even then, the man did not seem satisfied. This time, he grabbed you by the arm to shake you down. Before you could do anything, the hood you were wearing fell backwards, revealing your face to the soldiers passing by. You panicked. If the Sheriff knew you were there, he was going to have you executed. You were a prisoner of his. Not a guest. He had made sure you had known that when they had found out about your existence.

Being Robin’s sister was not always an easy path to be on. Even if he had left you to watch over your parents’ estate, Robin had been foolish enough to think the Sheriff had principle. Or honour. As soon as he figured out you were related, a mysterious invitation demanded your presence in the city. For your protection. It came from the king. Or so you thought. Upon arrival, you were stripped of your clothes, dressed in rags and left in a prison cell for an unknown period of time with only water and stale bread. He wanted to break you, and he did. After a prolonged time in the shadows, you finally yielded, begging him to take you home. You did not know where Robin was, he knew that. What he wanted was to have you on his side, at least in appearance. You were living within the city walls, under constant surveillance. Luckily, some men and women within the castle were still on Robin’s side and helped you out of that godforsaken prison. What little privilege you had, you had because of your status. The Sheriff could not stop you from spending your own money, nor sending letters containing orders for your employees left to fend for themselves. He wanted to have your goodwill, to turn your brother to disgrace in the eyes of the people and finally capture him. After weeks and months, nothing had changed. The people of Nottingham were still on his side, no matter what. Even worse, they were suspecting something was afoot after you had arrived overnight, seemingly uninvited and did not make any public appearances for a long while. This would be the last straw to your precarious peace with the Sheriff. You turned to the girl, petrified behind you. “Run!” And she bolted. The soldiers noticed your predicament and were walking towards you. Your fingers were digging into the man’s forearm. He did not move. The bruise would have to be covered for the next few days, you thought. If you didn’t get caught before then. You closed your eyes, tears threatening to fall. Upon the soldiers approaching, the merchant thought his case won.

“Finally! I demanded your presence long ago! -Sir, unhand the lady, if you wish to keep your hand.”

The tone was unmistakable, his voice as level as could be. Gisbourne. You were dead.

Escorted by soldiers, you left the market without a word for any of your “saviours”. You could feel the animosity of Gisbourne’s men, angered by all the running around you had provoked. As you came to learn, your escapades were not as sneaky as you had thought. Vaisey had known about them all along, only authorizing them under the scrutiny of his guard dog. Alongside his men of course, tired of spending all their time running after you. Guy of Gisbourne was not what you would call a kind man. Sometimes, he would surprise you and everyone else - probably himself too - by making a merciful decision, such as leaving the girl and not sending after her. You hoped she was alright, these days survival was the only priority. The thought of having her steal again made you inexplicably sad.

Unexpectedly you were propelled forward, the horse under you coming to a halt. You ended up grabbing anything you could, forgetting who was in control of the horse. Hence, finding yourself face first into Gisbourne’s back, your hands clasped around his waist. Of course, he would not let a lady walk back to the castle. Even though you had walked from the castle in the first place. What it told you was not that he was a gentleman, but that he did not want you to run again. The hassle of having to find you the first time was enough for him.

“Milady. You can let go. We have arrived.”

He untangled your hand from his body with a quiet and soft chuckle. The sound surprised you both. A faint red tainted his cheeks as he dismounted. Your eyes scrutinized the man before you. His palm extended towards you, eyes cast downward. His body was stiff, his back straight, a hint of care in his manners. In hindsight, you had never seen him raise his voice at any woman. Not that you were interested in the man, in the first place. He was handsome, yes. When no one was looking, at the Sheriff’s table, you had noticed the way his eyes filled with something… something close to longing. His smile was so rare too. Although, you knew better than to trust appearances and did not dwell on the thought. His hands were covered in blood. That was who he was. Who you were, was someone who would do anything to stop him. This was the only thing you needed to know about Guy of Gisbourne.

You dismounted on your own, the rejection a not-so-subtle way of telling him to leave. Predictively, your clumsiness stroke. Luckily, the last man on Earth you wanted to, caught your waist, steadying you. The warmth of his hands knocked the air out of your lungs. For what felt like an eternity and in the blink of an eye, his palms settled there, thumbs moving in a slow soothing motion. You could feel the heat of his breath on the shell of your ear, his body slightly hovering above you. Every sense was heightened by his proximity. Until you pushed his hands back. Just as he had done with you, you slowly eased his fingers from your waist. The loss was felt deeply. Without turning around, you whispered a muffled “Thank you.” Frowning to yourself, the inner turmoil caused by his touch would not leave you. It had been so careful almost tender. Something stirred in you, unsettling you in the deepest. Gisbourne’s presence had never felt hostile to you, even if you knew of his actions. Somehow, he never felt like a threat to you, even as a sworn enemy and rival of your brother. He could have used you, punish you for what your brother had done - whatever that may have been. Marian was a good part of it, you knew that. She has chosen Robin, not Gisbourne. A cold feeling ran through you: had he ever stopped loving her? Despite everything had he not stopped caring for her? Worse: why was the notion of him caring for someone else, was so upsetting for you? The answer never came. In the shadows, he followed your steps, guiding you silently towards the main hall. You thought you knew what was to come. This moment between the two of you changed everything. But so little at the same time. You were still a prisoner. He was still a monster. Nothing would change that. You gained back composure as you stepped into the hall, hearing his steps closely behind you, ever watchful.

“Milady of Locksley. What a surprise to see you here! And here I thought I would find you in your chambers, quietly reading as a lady is supposed to. Not very lady-like of you to go running around with peasants.”

Vaisey’s breath stunk of wine and red meat. His nose was a mere inch away and you could count the riddles around his eyes as if they interested you. He stepped away, a cheerful expression on his face. That was a first.

“You see, milady, I am afraid that I will have to keep you much longer than anticipated. Indeed, your brother has yet to show a decline in popularity, and you have yet to help us find him… -Sheriff, with all due respect, which is to say none, could you get to the point? I have a better story than yours to get back to.”

Your words rang in the air, echoing through the room. His face was twisted. He gripped your jaw. He, too, would leave bruises you’d have to cover. Somewhere behind you, you could feel Gisbourne straighten. Just as an archer ready to shoot, the arrow taunted and eyes on the target.

“Stupid, silly, little girl. You do not know who you are playing with, do you?”

He observed you, from one side to the other, manhandling your jaw, hurting you more and more. One of your teeth was bound to break if he kept at it. Deliberately, he gripped your throat, not enough to hurt but enough to know he could strangle you in a second.

“Sir…”

It had escaped him. Knowing full well what his superiors would and could do to him, at that moment, Guy did not care. For if he had learned something about you, all those afternoons and mornings watching over your every move, is that you were kind. Smart. Rebellious and resilient more than he could ever be. If he had been foolish enough to say it aloud, he would have said his feelings for you rivaled those he had for Marian. But he could not. Not yet. So, instead, he said the only thing he hoped would save you.

“What? Don’t you see I am occupied?”

He steeled himself for what was to come, stepping next to you.

“Sir, I fear that if any harm were to come to her, the riots would only grow stronger. Would it not be wise to lock her in her room and limit her outings as you thought? -She defies me. She defies you too, you know. Sneaking around, losing your men in the marketplaces and the streets of Nottingham.”

Vaisey eyed his right-hand man. Unfortunately, the appointed Sheriff knew where people’s weaknesses laid, and he knew how to manipulate them.

“Unless… you have a soft spot for maidens in distress? First, Marian and now this one?”

A shiver ran down your spine as he focused on you once again. His hand had an ever-growing grip on your throat, even with you were desperately trying to get his hand to give, nails biting into his flesh, leaving blood and red trails on his wrist. The world was becoming darker with each passing heartbeat, the air barely passing through your lips and nose. Then, abruptly, he released you, and you fell to your knees. Gisbourne did not move, only clenching his fist in frustration as you were coughing harshly at his feet. This was humiliating. When you gained back your breath, you stood up, voluntarily stepping forward, standing your ground. Vaisey laughed, pouring himself another cup of wine. His face lit up. An idea had emerged in his brain and you were not sure you wanted to know what it was.

“Gisbourne, since you cannot seem to keep notorious thief Robin Hood’s little sister under control, how would you like it if I made the task easier for you? -What do you mean?”

He looked you over, lurking at your body as if it was a piece of meat ready to be eaten.

“I mean, that his little bird is not going anywhere. But what better way of keeping her from running if she was bound to this place… in holy matrimony.”

Before you had a chance to realize it, Vaisey ordered his guards to keep you quiet and still. This time, tears did spill, down your cheeks, wetting the hand of whoever was keeping you from speaking.

“I would have taken her for myself, alas my interest lie elsewhere, and I have no patience for a wench who can not keep her place.” The Sheriff licked his lips, visibly amused and excited by your predicament “Although, I would have had a good time taming her.”

Gisbourne was heaving. He could not… would not entertain the idea of marriage. It felt beyond him. A muted hope lit up inside him. Was it the only chance he’d have at love? The beacon was extinguished just as it appeared. You did not want him. None of the women he had cared for wanted him. Guy knew himself to be many things, including a murderer. But forcing your hand, he could not do it.

“My lord, I can not accept. -Oh, but you’ll have to. This” He gestured to you, as you were still struggling against the hold the guards had on you. “Is your punishment. Everything she does you will have to answer for. If you lose her or if she escapes, your head rolls. It was simple enough to keep her within the castle, but you spectacularly failed at that too. I should hope that chained to you, you would not let her go. Find a way to make her tame. Put a baby or two in her, that will keep her occupied.”

The thought of it made you want to gag, your body used and abused, violated beyond recognition, your very existence not your own. You would rather die than suffer such a fate.

“Her presence here is essential. Her brother will come in search of her. If he has not already. The sister escaped you, why would the brother be any different? -Sir… -That is an order! She will be your wife and you will be her husband. I do not want to hear another word from you before I see Robin Hood’s head on a spike. If not his, then it’ll be yours.” Vaisey stepped closer to Guy, a finger pointed at his chest. “Find a priest. Marry the girl. Spread the news and her thighs. The brother will come running. He is a hero after all, is he not?” A dark chuckle escaped his lips. “Now out of my sight before I change my mind and have you both hung.”

The guards released you within the confines of your bedroom. Gisbourne had not followed. He was probably searching for a priest at this very moment. You felt stupid for ever thinking something could be salvaged about him. Whatever your heart and body were telling you, they had to be wrong. That moment had been a fluke, a passage of weakness you would soon come to forget about. Nighttime came and still no sign of him. Maybe, just maybe, he had fled, to save himself from impending death. Your skin was tingling where he had touched you still. The bruises on your arms and throat were more painful though, erasing any softness you could have felt. Despite your initial doubts and hopes, Gisbourne did show up. With a priest. Neither addressed you, only stepping in the room without being invited to. Even if you had wanted to speak, your throat felt as if it was about to rupture.

“Is this the lady?”

Guy nodded. His breath hitched in his throat upon seeing your arm and neck. The purple marks were still there, an awful reminder of what you had survived. And what he could not prevent.

“Place yourself in front of one another.”

You looked at Gisbourne, words stuck. You frowned. He looked so lost. Awkward, bashful even. He took his gloves off, revealing his hands. He took yours in his with careful movements, minding your injuries. It confused you, his gentle manners and his murderous ways. You followed him, moving according to the priest’s demands. You would not be able to escape this, even if you ran he would catch you, you could not scream, and he had to have bribed the priest into some sort of agreement. It was all orchestrated to trap you. The lump in your throat made it even harder to breathe. The robes of the priest smelled of wine and sweat. He was probably somewhere else when Gisbourne had plucked him out. He did not even ask for your consent. Merely mumbled the vows and added: “You may kiss the bride.”

Gisborne was unreadable, even at such a short distance. Closing your eyes in the hopes it would pass soon, the warmth of his fingertips putting a strand of your hair away made you jump. You heard a sharp intake of air before he leaned in and put his lips to your cheek. It was slow, thought-through, and delicate. So many adjectives, you would never have associated with him, as late as of this morning. Once the priest went, he lingered in the room, fidgeting with his gloves. It felt as if he was about to say something. But he shut his mouth and left the room. He did not come back. Not even to claim what was his to claim. Insomnia plagued you that night, not being able to sleep more than a few hours at a time, until dawn came, all too soon.

Somehow, the Sheriff had organized what he called an “impromptu” dinner for your “hidden” union. One he intended to see to the consumption. The thought left you quiet and frightened. The bruises on your forearm and neck were now yellowish, healing slowly but surely. Unlike your ego. Vaisey was a snake. He needed to be treated like one. Poisoned by his fangs. Nevertheless, this was not the most pressing issue at the moment. Your heartbeat was erratic, panic settling in your bones at the Sheriff’s initial intentions. Gisbourne had not appeared again after last night. Hopelessly, you had thought he would. To talk at least. This was a brutal way of marrying someone. Your faith had guided you all your life. This marriage even if forced was to be respected. You were to spend the rest of your lives together and it felt strange to avoid each other like so. A young maid knocked on the door, before entering your room. She helped you get changed, and left again without a word. This silence around you was going to drive you insane. You grabbed your coat, opening your bedroom door in a hurry, only to be met with two guards and Guy of Gisbourne about to knock.

“Oh.”

Guy looked you over. You were breathing rapidly, from what he assumed to be the hurry you were in, your dress in a maroon colour he immediately recognized. Despite the Sheriff’s threat, you were about to go out. He gritted his teeth.

“Leave us.”

The guards hesitated. He threw them a look over his shoulder and they left rapidly. Without asking you, he stepped forward, making you go back into your room. Your hands were still clutching your cloak. Fear took you over as he closed the door behind him.

“Do you have a death wish?”

His eyes met yours, his full height towering above you. You craned your neck to meet his stare with the powerful force of the steel hiding in them.

“The Sheriff specifically asked for you to stay here. -I know.”

Your voice was hoarse and harsher than you intended it to be. His hand inched toward your neck, and you flinched. He pulled back when he saw it, not wanting to hurt you more.

“If you know, then why were you about to leave?”

He signaled to your hands, holding on to the cloth for dear life. He kept overstepping into your space, making you step back until you could not anymore, stuck between the wall and his unimpressed stare.

“I wasn’t… -Do you think me a fool?”

You bit your lip. Answering him would only bring more trouble.

“Do not answer that. I do not need your wits today.”

He sighed, lowering his head in an exasperated gesture. He was resigned, you would always defy the Sheriff’s authority. He only had to make sure you were not slandering his name. Or running off into the forest. Away from him, he thought.

“If we want this” he gestured between the two of you, even with the minimal space left. You could feel his breath against your cheeks. It only made them warmer, remembering the dream from the night before. “To work, you will have to follow the rules.” You scoffed, undignified.

“I am not one of your men, you cannot tell me what to… -I am not trying to tell you what to do, I am trying to protect you!”

He was angry. Frustrated by your actions. You knew he was right, even if you did not want him to be. He was right. It felt excruciating, the tear in your mind almost able to be touched, between reason and feelings, between the will to leave and the fact that you would be leaving everything behind. Including him. You looked up, staring straight into his eyes, willing yourself to put up a front. Always. The only thing you had not accounted for was the way he looked at you. His mouth agape, affection clear on his face. His pupils were blown, as dark as the abyss you were falling into. His brows furrowed in frustration and fear. You wanted to think he was genuine in his intentions, but the voice of reason was always pulling you back. He wanted your brother dead, you told yourself. That was more than ample reason to hate the man, anger flaring up in you, destroying everything in its path. You lowered your eyes, missing the way he pulled away from you, wounded, stepping back until he opened the door and turned one last time to you.

“I have no intention of forcing your hand. You make your own choices. Yet, those choices implicate me now. Would you consider it the next time you try to run away? -Why would I? My brother is in danger because of you! Because of you and your misplaced attachment!”

The words had escaped you before you could think. It was as if the place was set on fire all of a sudden. He did not touch you, but he might as well have with the brutality of his words.

“My misplaced attachment? Do you remember who your brother is? Who you are loyal to? His actions have led to lives lost! He is a thief! -Just like the Sheriff and you then! My loyalty is the only thing keeping you and your men from killing him! He is my brother! We grew up together! We…” Tears swelled in your eyes. Your hand drew his eyes to your collarbones and the yellow bruise on your throat. Guilt washed over him. He let that happen to you. The sadness, the anguish of not knowing if Robin was alive, everything for him to see written plain as day on your face. What husband did he make causing you to suffer, not being able to defend yourself…

“We grieved our parents together. We shared secrets, waves of laughter and scrapped knees. Late night stories and early morning horse-rides…” Something in you snapped. You turned away from Gisbourne, fearing for your life if he was to reach out to you.

“I had to marry you. Spend the rest of my life… with someone who wants to kill the only family I have left. Do you see the torture I am in or are you just blind?”

His silence made you wonder if he had not left the room altogether. Guy was taken aback by your sudden outburst. His honour depended on him achieving what the Sheriff asked him to do. His heart on the other hand… Seeing you hurt, desperate, and your spirits broken was the last thing he wanted to do. Marian came to his mind, fleeting, only passing through to remind him: she did not choose him. Neither did you. Would he ever learn? His love was not worth it. His affections were not required. All he loved, he loved alone. It was time he accepted it. A soft thud echoed in your bedroom. He had put a box on a table, near the fireplace.

“I will leave this here. If you will, I… I could accompany you. Outside, to the market, wherever you want to go.”

You did not answer, wrapping your arms around yourself, the sobs finally stopping. It was pathetic. How much you wanted him to say he was sorry, so you could forgive him.

“I hoped…” his throat felt tight, keeping the words at bay for a minute “I hoped that at least, my company would not be such a burden for you to bear. Maybe not now, but in the future. I have no wish to see you suffer. Nor in pain.”

A muted metallic sound let you know he had left the room. When you turned around, a faint smell of leather and heat was still lingering in the air. It made your heart clench. You went on to look at the small wooden box he had left on the table. Your fingers opened it before you could think the action through. A wedding band. You closed it in a hurry, afraid and happy.

The banquet arrived all too fast. Vaisey had outdone himself. Or told someone to. The decorations were nothing short of ostentatious, tapestries hanging from the walls, candles being lit everywhere, and tables full of plates capable of feeding more than a family of four could have in months. It was disingenuous, a display of wealth you could not bear to see. Gisbourne arrived soon after you. He looked at your hands. The band was there, settled perfectly on your finger. His chest filled with pride.

“Milady. -Sir.”

You bowed to him, willing yourself to be impassible. So far, if your companion’s stare was any indication, it worked. He offered you his arm, and you felt yourself tremble, laying your hand on his forearm. Without breaking eye contact, he grabbed your hand and kissed it tenderly, his lips leaving a hot feeling where they met your wedding band. It had taken you hours to decide whether or not you were going to wear it. Not wearing it would mean a sign of defiance to the Sheriff and you did not need any more of his wandering eyes on you, whereas wearing it meant… meant you belonged to someone, which left a sour taste in your mouth. Out of the two evils, at least you knew one of them to be more benevolent than the other.

“The newlyweds!”

The cry made you stiffen in fear. Your hand gripped Guy’s arm in response to it. He stood up, head high, putting himself a step before you, in a posture you assumed to be of protection. Was he protecting you? The thought was quickly erased from your mind, and the hope accompanying it was sniffed out when he let go of your hand. Vaisey was arriving towards you. Instinctively, you stepped forward almost colliding with Guy’s shoulders. Your hand wasn’t even an inch away from his.

“Gisbourne. Any news on the Locksley front?

Men have been posted at all entries. Guards as well.”

You clenched your jaw, looking at him sideways. The bastard.

“Oh. Milady of Gisbourne is not too happy about it. Remember, if you can’t tame her, I’ll be happy to do it myself…”

Guy’s face was stern. No emotions transpired. There, next to him, you worried he might lurch and kill the Sheriff with his own hands. Your palm met his wrist as he was about to raise his hand. His eyes snapped to you, surprised by your gesture. Though, you were not looking at him. With a saccharine smile on your lips, you addressed Visay straight on.

“I will have you know Sheriff that my husband sleeps with a sword next to him. I, on the other hand, prefer a good old dagger. Covered in poison of course. Would you like to know the provider for such a weapon? Coups are so frequent these days. Especially with…” you eyed him up and down, biting back a smirk. “Temporary replacements.”

Your tone was laced with charm and softness, yet the sharp threat underneath it all was clear.

“If that was all, I believe the first dance is ours. You’ll excuse us, will you not?”

Visay gritted his teeth, Gisbourne visibly approving of your behaviour.

“Of course, Milady.”

He let you pass in front, stopping Gisbourne in his tracks. “Get him. I will not accept another failure from you. Think about what I could do with her once you’re out of the way…”

You had stopped a few steps ahead, looking around, head high as always, saluting nobles of the court in a rehearsed manner. Guy nodded curtly before leaving Visay right there. The Sheriff did not know if he had made a wise choice when putting the two of you together. He hoped for more fight, even some evident traces of violence on you. Anything to get the Hood’s blood boiling. As usual, he feared his amusement had gotten the better of him. He should have taken care of this himself.

The feast lasted until the heavy hours of the night, leaving drunkards and young couples behind. Your feet were killing you, the wine still present in your body making you lean into Guy a lot more than you would have done sober. He was not complaining. Your hair smelled divine, with fresh flowers and honey. Maybe he had drunk a little too much himself. Or not enough for what he was about to do. He accompanied you back to your chambers, opening the door for you to step in. Without a second thought, you took your shoes off, walking barefoot on the cold stone floor, a sigh of contentment passing through your lips. The guards were dismissed. Gisbourne, hypnotized by you, smiled despite himself. You were flushed, eyes just as fiery as ever, but, still, not looking at him. He put his hand inside one of his pockets. What he had between his fingers was enough to get him executed for treason. Although he had made his choice, Guy was not sure what your reaction to this would be. You were his to protect and to love. To serve too. His choice was made. The price for it would come soon enough.

“Your brother left this for you.”

You opened your eyes, not quite believing your ears. Guy was reaching out, putting a piece of paper in your hand. He closed your fingers around it, seeing your face going from one emotion to the other, not knowing what to do with yourself. You sat down on the edge of your bed, carefully opening it. A small flower fell. A forget-me-not. You smiled. Guy’s heart skipped a beat when you brought the flower to your lips. How he wished to be those petals, graced by your breath. Graced by you. What you read made you laugh, and cry a little. The whole time he just stood there waiting for you to finish it. The closed door next to him was calling for him to leave. Hope in his chest told him to stay, just for a little while longer. The letter wasn’t even that long. In essence, Robin was asking for you to keep your head low until he would come and save you. He had not abandoned you. Your eyes met Guy’s over the paper. He seemed out of place, a prisoner of his world. He had done that for you. Collected a message from Robin for you. He had risked his life for you. A warm feeling erupted in your chest akin to birds in flight. The relief in your eyes stopped his breath. You got up from the bed, your dress caressing the floor in gentle sounds. He felt more than he saw your hand on his chest, pulling yourself up. Your lips on his cheek melted everything. The armour, the mask he wore, his barriers, walls… Everything, in one kiss. His breath hitched when you pulled away.

“Thank you.”

The words rang in his ears. His hand came to rest upon yours, right above his heart. The drumming beat underneath your fingers echoed your own. He leaned, his forehead meeting yours in an intimate embrace. Soon, he pulled away, earning a heavy sigh from your lips. Your head bowed questioned him. He pulled your chin up, delicately.

“What is the matter?”

Close like this, his voice resonated through you like a lightning bolt in the dark. Your eyebrows were knitted together, hesitation etched in your eyes. You showed him the letter.

“Is this… are you still going after him?”

His hands went to your cheeks, keeping your eyes level with his. There was nothing but pure devotion in his eyes. It made you shiver. Only then, did you realize the power this man held over you. And you over him.

“I have cared for you long enough to know I would do anything not to hurt you. Including betraying my values and duties. I would burn the world to the ground if only to make you smile at me.”

He looked at you intently, his thumb tracing the shape of the apple of your cheek, drawing his fingers lower still, settling on your jaw. The sensation was overwhelming you, your ragged breath fanning over his cheeks, your sensations swallowing your thoughts entirely.

“Guy.”

He was startled by the sound coming out of your mouth. That name had been nothing short of a curse for him, yet it felt the greatest blessing of them all in your mouth.

“Yes? -Kiss me.”

A split second passed before he pulled you in by the waist, closing the distance between the two of you. His kisses began gentle, tender, turning hungry, harsh, pulling moans and whimpers out of you. He was gripping your hips, before embracing your whole body in his arms, willing for you to be one. His lips traveled to the junction of your shoulder and neck, gently nipping. You yelped, alarming him.

“Are you hurt? -No. Quite the opposite…”

He frowned, barely catching his breath before you pulled him with you towards the bed. You met no resistance. You made him sit, placing yourself between his legs, your hands coming to rest on his shoulders. His hands moved up to your hips, enticing you closer. His forehead met your sternum, your fingers carding through his hair, dark locks untangling between your knuckles. The air was stifled between desire and agony, not knowing how far things could go, or how far either of you wanted it to go. So, you stayed there, him hugging your body as he would a lifeline; you kept him there, caressing his face in slow motions, reassuring yourself he was indeed real. Time passed without either of you noticing, until Guy looked up at you, murmuring your name, mouth barely opened, scared he would chase the dream away.

“Aren’t your legs hurting? -A little. Nothing I can’t…”

His hands were faster than your words as he pulled your knees up, one after the other, making you sit on his lap. An involuntary gasp passed your lips. His smirk was quickly hidden. Without another word, he kissed you again, leisurely mapping over the expanse of your stomach, your back, your ass, your thighs. It knocked every hesitation you might have had out of the window. You willed your legs wider apart, pulling your dress higher than needed, revealing skin and heat. Your fingertips toying with the collar of his shirt were finally met with his as he pulled it off. His eyes met yours, ever so inquisitive. His scars were visible, some deeper than others. It was only fair to show him yours in return. As if reading your mind, he pushed you off of him, getting up from the bed and turning you around. The only sounds you heard were the unmistakable sound of a blade and the snap your laces made as they were cut through. The corset fell to the floor, your hands pulled the rest of the clothes down. Your back was littered with traces of whips. Some of them were so deep, it must have been hard to move for several weeks after that. As he did not move, you turned around awkwardly covering your breasts, modestly trying to hide them.

“Who?”

His hands grabbed your face, anger transpiring.

“Visay.”

He looked at you, all frowns and tears unshed. His eyes were glimmering with them. You reached to him, erasing them in earnest. “I’ll kill him for…” Your lips shushed him in a heated kiss. You guided his hands on your body, eyes pleading with him. Not tonight. Not now. Obedient as ever, he complied. You laid down on the bed, his body hovering above you. His lips and moans were tantalizing. As if in trance, he followed down the path from your jaws to your collarbone, mindful of the bruises there, worshiping this body of yours in every touch, every moment. His movements were calculated, even if hesitant, always asking you if you were feeling good, making sure your desires were fulfilled. You could feel the hammer in his chest resonating through your ribcage, through the skin, in echo with you. Soon, you found yourself closing your eyes, your breathing altered in a shapeless rhythm. Your knuckles were turning white, your hands clawing at the sheets like a woman possessed. The way his tongue curled against you made you lose all train of thought. As if he had done it thousand times before, his lips were making sinful sounds, while his nose was pressing against the apex of your thighs. The pleasure you felt, kept on growing and growing until you could not hold it anymore. Silently, you arched your back a soundless cry leaving your lips. Guy pulled away. His head leaned against your thigh, an easy smile appearing on his gleaming mouth. You could feel, still, his hand on your hip drawing mindless patterns there. You reached out for him. Before you could think of anything to say, he pulled you to his bare chest, leaving no space between you two. Without an afterthought, his rough fingertips were caressing the birth of your back in a soothing gesture. It lulled you to sleep quickly, feeling safe and sound in this bed with him. The thought almost made him cry. Him, whose only purpose was to fight, to obey, to threaten and to be violent, had found in you a new home. A new reason for a new beginning. He promised himself then, that whatever was to happen next, he would never let anyone ever, hurt you again.

Upon the morning, your hand reached out for him in a familiar gesture you did not know you had. His face was peaceful for once, a deep sense of contentment settling in his brow. Leaning up, you placed a delicate kiss on his cheek bone. He stirred a little, his hand curving around your waist, pulling your body closer to him. The cold air of the room and the sunlight sneaking through the window brought a sense of urgency over you. He had spent the night here. In your bed. You sat up in a hurry, pulling your night dress over your head. But, before you could get yourself more stressed out, he pulled you in bed with him, visibly very widely awake this time.

“What are you doing?”

The gruff of his voice made you shiver slightly. You caressed his jaw, the stubble there scratching your palms, a hint of a worry in your voice. “You spent the night.”

He smiled lazily into your hair, his hand settling at the nape of your neck.

“Yes. I believed it is allowed between a husband and his wife.”

Oh. Oh. Would he believe you had forgotten about that? Yes, it even made him laugh. You were so cute when confused like this. Mornings were not on your side by any means but this was new. The domesticity was new. You did not know how to feel about it.

“I… -You forgot. -I did not. -You did.”

You hit his shoulder, half a smile on your face. He pulled your chin up, hooded eyes meeting yours. His lips leisurely covered yours in a deliberately slow kiss. His chest was warm against your palms. Eager to meet his skin, your fingers ran across the planes of his back, while he pushed you down, spreading your thighs with his hips. His hands made your back arch against him, your breasts peaking under him meeting his chest through the cloth of your dress. He was hard against your abdomen. Desire pooled there, down, between your lips as well at the idea of him deeply seethed inside you. Guy must have sensed it, for he pulled any remaining garments off of you, before taking your hand in his. Kneeling on the bed, he put your sweaty palm against his waist, letting you found your way to the waistband of his trousers. The leather there clung onto his skin, just a little too tight not to notice the bulge threatening to snap the cloth in two. Your fingers were shaking as you undid his bounds. Then, once you were done, he pulled them down and he was finally bare in front of you. In the morning light, he was glorious. Breathtaking. You leaned against one of the post of the bed, biting your lips hard. You were clenching on nothing, seeing him there. He smiled wickedly at you, all but throwing himself on you, devouring your mouth in a hungry haze you never wanted to snap out of. Quickly, his fingers find the hair between your thighs, caressing down until he met your clit, drawing heavy, long, drawn out circles around it. He felt so powerful. More powerful than he had ever been before. Graced by God in the perfection that you were. He felt trusted and trusting. Your eyes met his in a silent plea. The need for him was plain and simple. Still, he could not help himself.

“Are you sure?”

Surprised, he followed your pull on his neck to your lips, all but falling into you.

“Yes. God, please, yes.”

The ushered tone to his ears, your legs secured around him while your hips could not help but press onto his cock. He readjusted his hold on you, entering you in one swift movement. The cry escaping your lips was nothing short of sinful. He could live only hearing that noise, over and over and over again. The burn of him soon left to be replace by untethered pleasure. It was foreign and familiar at the same time. You could feel him inside of you, move and hold on to you as he would a lifeline. His grip on your hips tightened. Those bruises you would cherish, you were sure of it. Your chest fell and rose with each movement. It elicited so many sensations in you, you were incapable of forming words or thoughts. His mouth met your shoulder in an attempt to keep quiet but to no avail. You felt his release deep inside you, quickly followed by your own.

As he pulled himself off of you, a knock resonated through the room. You exchanged an inquisitive look with Guy. You were not expecting anyone today. A second knock, much more impatient, hit the door. You pulled yourself up, and covered yourself in your night dress, opening the door slightly. It was pushed open by none other than Visay.

“Well, well, well, what have we here? Lovebirds huh? How sweet is that?”

The guards behind him laughed heavily. You doubted they were genuine. Guy had barely had the time to put on his trousers.

“Gisbourne, I need you to make a sweep in the castle and in the town. Apparently, our dear Hood was there yesterday. Yet, he still escaped you.” His forefinger dug into Guy’s chest. He remained stoic, almost calm. His eyes felt heavy on you, sparing only a glance before Visay almost kicked him out. In a flash of remembrance, you wondered where the letter he had brought you the day before was. But before you could recall, Visay gripped one of your wrist twisting it until you could no longer move your arm. The guards, even if not entirely in agreement with him, were afraid, and frightened men were even more loyal to the one holding the chains than the one being beat up with them. Their eyes told you that if you made a move, they’d make you pay double for it. On the verge of stepping out of the door, Guy turned around, eerily quiet. He was buttoning up his shirt, taking his time. Somehow, you knew what he was about to do before he did it. He pulled out a knife out of one of his boots and threw it in Visay’s direction before he was grabbed by the guards. He was pushed to his knees in an instant. Visay merely laughed before releasing you and picking the knife up.

“Oh my poor Gisbourne. Has your brain gone to goo?…” He kneeled in front of him. Gesturing towards you he added: “Or has the pussy been that good?”

Without a second thought, Guy spat in his face. Visay’s first instinct was to strike him, so he did. His second instinct was to strike him a second time, but he thought better of it. He had quite the tools at his disposal to make him yield. Including you. The knife in hand, he turned around and pushed you down.

“Poor little bird… Doesn’t know what’s best for her? I’ll show you what’s best for you, you bitch.”

You knew exactly what he meant to do as punishment for Guy’s affront. One of his hand blocked your wrists above your head, as his knee was pulling your thighs apart. The knife started to tear at the cloth you were wearing. It would not hold long against it. Despite his best efforts your husband could not get out of the grip the guards had on him. Still, he trashed like a man possessed. Yelling insults and threats you could not hear. You could only hear that old man on top of you, his knife leaving marks deep in your skin, trying to entice you into keeping your legs open for him. You knew how to trash around too. One of your knees made contact with his groin and he doubled over in pain. Guy stopped moving when he saw you had the knife in your hands. His face went white when he saw the blood on you. Visay was less than happy about your little stunt. While the room had gone quiet, even the guards not daring to move, Guy jumped to his feet and knocked Visay down in one motion. He pulled him by the collar, and knocked his head and body against the wall so hard, he would have a concussion later on. For the moment you did not care. Everything was hurting, your thighs, your chest, your arms. The monster had left almost no part of you intact. Suddenly tired, you relinquished the knife to Guy’s expertise. Without an afterthought, he plunged it into Visay’s guts. The man was moving like a loose puppet, making the blade only go deeper in the wound. The loyal men did nothing. They were too afraid of the one who had defied their boss and won. In a disarray, the soldiers let both you and Guy leave unscathed. And you followed him. As you would to the ends of the Earth. You felt a fool for trusting him too fast. Yet, he had thrown away everything he held dear and holy, for you. Only for you. But you were so tired. Before you could stop it, you collapsed against the stone floors.

When you opened your eyes, everything was dark. A little light came through some kind of cloth above you. Had the sky been torn? Your head was pounding, but at least, you could feel your arms and legs. As well as a light movement from where you were. Using your hands you pushed upwards and sat up. Horses. It smelled like horses. And the grass. God, how much you had missed the smell of grass. You were in a carriage, it seemed. One of hay, perhaps? It was too dark to tell. Your wounds stung as you moved around. Only then did you notice the fresh bandages on your limbs and the new brown cloth of a gown you did not own. A hand pushed you back down. A woman’s hand. Her words were hard to understand but when you saw her face, you knew exactly where you were. Or at least where you were headed.

“Marian?”

She called your name again, this time you heard loud and clear.

“You need some rest, please, lay back down. -How? Where?… Where’s Guy? We were with Visay and then… -Slow down. We know. He told us.”

You frowned. Her voice was soothing you yet your thoughts were spinning out of control.

“He told you? What…?”

The carriage came to a stop then. The light came in as someone pulled the cloth apart, revealing the early evening sky behind them. You could recognize that face anywhere.

“Robin!”

You winced as you jumped off your feet and out of the carriage, hugging your brother as if your life depended on it.

“Oh my God, I really thought for a second…” You pushed out of the embrace in a swift motion, keeping him at arms length. “Wait. You had me so worried! I’ve spent months in that castle trying to escape and you come in now?! I’ve been waiting the whole time! What took you so long!” You slapped his shoulder and he pretended for a minute to be hurt.

“I am sorry I could not get you before. We had our own adventures to deal with. But as soon as I heard you were married to Gisbourne I had to come to get you! -You do hate the man. -I do. I did. He did help you escape though.”

You smiled fondly at Robin, his soft side always a reminder of the good in this world. An anxious thought reached your mind.

“Where is he, Robin?”

A queasy smile on his face, he gestured to the head of the carriage. There, you could see Guy’s silhouette dismounting. His eyes met yours. He ran to you.

“Don’t ever scare me like that again.”

His eyes were mischievous but the strong hold he had on your shoulder was a sign he was not joking. He pulled you against him, kissing the crown of your head, his hands settling on your face. His thumbs moving in slow circles on your cheeks, settling himself in your warmth and real breaths.

“I am alright now. Thanks to you.”

A pained expression appeared on his face.

“No. I… was helpless. I could not save you. I could not protect you… I…”

The kiss was meant to be reassuring and innocent. Instead it turned hungry and passionate. Out of the corner of your eyes, you could see Marian and Robin walking away silently.

“You did save me. You save me, everyday. I don’t know what I would have done if I had been forced to marry someone else but you… -Perish the thought. I’m never letting you marry anyone else.”

Your laugh echoed in his ear, like a sound he knew by heart and was discovering for the first time in years. All of a sudden he felt emotional. Needing to tell you how much he adored you.

“I never realized it until now but I think… I truly think I was in love with you even before we met…”

Your stunned silence drove his thoughts in the wrong direction.

“You don’t have to say anything. I know you don’t feel the same. Not yet anyway. It’s alright. I have you, so, everything will be alright.”

His arms tightened around your waist, your forehead against his chest. A moment passed in silence. The words were escaping you, but they’d have to do anyhow.

“ Guy… I… I can not imagine a future without you in it. Our relationship moved so fast, it shook me a little. But… I don’t want a life where you’re not in with me. No. I cannot and will never picture a life where you are not tied to me like you are right now. If this is not love, I don’t know what it is…”

His eyes were fixed on the horizon, the forest behind and the people in the camp talking. He was listening to you, you knew that. If he was hearing you was something else entirely. Your fingertips found the side of his face and forced him to look at you.

“Guy of Gisbourne, I believe I was not in love with you before we met. I know I hated you with everything in my being. And then you touched me and everything changed. You fell for me softly and reverently as you do with all things. I fell for you - as I do in life - passionately and wholeheartedly. I don’t regret it. I love you, Guy of Gisbourne… Whether you like or not.”

He looked at you with awe, wondering for a moment how lucky he could have been to find you in this life. He had been right about something. With you, everything was going to be alright.

[ninjastormhawkkat]

The Fall of Fair City - Chapter 16

"You waist time hiding and planning for when its best to still some cheese. In reality you should take this time to plan revenge against those who slander your name. Let the people of this city no why you are a true threat to their daily lives." Steven's harsh words echoed within Two Brains tormented mind. 'This is doesn't make any sense.' Two Brains thought with confusion. Arguments between his good and evil side were never this violent. Even then, it was always his evil side pushing down his good one in the end. Now this time the tables were turned. Two Brains could feel his good self oppressing him. He wish he could mentally fight back without this stupid headache in the way!. Out of the corner of his eyes, Two Brains could see the mouse brain glowing out of control, but he still couldn't feel the mouse's presence. How was Steven keeping his and Squeaky's minds separate? "Why do you even care about my status and choices I should make as a villain? I thought you hated when I did bad stuff and ruined our old good name?" Steven's glare caused Two Brains to feel a shiver throughout his body. "What I hate is how your making yourself weak and vulnerable to your enemies. It's pathetic!" Steven spat. "Would you just shut up now and crawl back to whatever part of our mind you were cowering in before." Two Brains growled. He had enough of Steven's words. "Hmph. You just want me to go away and stop having to face the reality of what a pathetic person you have become." Steven scoffed, but then, a dark and very familiar malicious grin formed on his face. "If I were in charge, then this inconvenience with the broadcast would go away just like that." Steven stated in a sly tone, snapping his fingers for emphasis. That did it for Two Brains. Ignoring the emotional and physical pain he was feeling, the mad scientist straightened himself up and glares in outrage at his counterpart. "Okay first, you have no right to question what I choose to do or not do as a villain. Second, YOU ARE NEVER GOING TO HAVE CONTROL OF THIS BODY EVER AGAIN! I'M IN CHARGE NOW BUB!" Two Brains yelled out. Although taken a bit back from the volume of that yell, Steven seemed to be unfazed by Two Brains' outbursts. "We'll see about that Two Brains." Steven said with a smirk. Two Brains snorted in pure rage. "OKAY WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU ALL OF A SUDDEN. JUST WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE TALKING TO ME LIKE..." "Dad, is everything okay?" Dr. Two Brains enraged expression morphed into a one of shock as he quickly spun around to the source of the voice that startled him. "Hey kiddo. How's your day been?" Two Brains asked, trying to calm down and recover from his emotional torment from earlier. His daughter Becky had returned along with Bob and apparently in the middle of his heated battle with his other half. Becky looked at her dad with intense worry and concern. "You sounded like you were yelling at someone just now." Becky strongly implied, showing she didn't by her dad's attempt at acting like nothing traumatic just happened. "Oh that well" Two Brains hesitated, trying to come up with a passable lie for his emotional outburst towards his "good" side who he just noticed out of the corner of his eye, vanished from the mirror. 'At least he remembered to not let Becky get involved in are arguments.' Two Brains thought with sarcasm. An idea soon popped into his head. "Oh yeah. A rat snuck into the lair trying to steal some of my cheese. I was trying to chase it off and the rat gave me some attitude. That's what the yelling was about. Everything's fine now sweetheart." Two Brains lied, placing his hands on his hips with fake enthusiasm and pride at his "explanation". Both Becky and Bob looked dubiously concerned at Two Brains for a bit, but they seemed to buy the excuse for now as Becky began to switch topics. "Well Bob and I looked into you being framed for the destruction of the storage unit and we discovered some things." Becky stated concisely, though there was a slight hint of apprehension in her voice. @melodythebunny @dualnaturedscientist

[dawns-laboratory]

This the time where I go through my art and upload it? Sure is! And why not start off with a Daily Prompt on a server I own!

I don't recall the prompt now. But I do recall the idea behind this. And it is... Quite dark and sad. About an Earth Pony by the name of Tera, who met an individual that destroyed her mental health.

TW: Bad Mental Health, Mental Abuse

This is Tera, an Earth Pony who had a bright future ahead of her. A very bright individual with hopes and dreams. And things only seemed to look up when she met someone she thought was the love of her life... Kryodia.

Kryodia is a cruel individual, a sadist who toys with those he comes across. Caring little for a challenge, and goes after those he deems as easy targets. Tera, being one of them.

Over time, she was broken down. Trying her best to be who she thought Kryodia wanted her to be. Broken down mentally, by him simply playing a game of give and take. Only giving enough to keep her wanting more, but taking enough to make her tired.

Now she's a shell of herself, and someone that has been through a lot of trauma. She still loves him, even though at this point he's completely turned his back on her. She needs to find her footing again to walk the road of healing. If I ever tell her story, that is what it would be about: Healing.

However if I went back to her story, I would also redesign her a bit. Because her current design-... Kind of is quite extreme in regards to injuries and bandages and there's no story behind that. Kryodia was never physically abusive, so he wouldn't have caused those. Nor do I wanna go the route of her having done that to herself either. We'll see what I do if I revisit this!

[fandomcrazy6226]

Whump Idea that i've actually been writing, but i'd love to see someone else's take on: parental whumper but out of love

Basically in my story the main character is a princess who's father was abusive, so her and her mother exiled him from the kingdom a few years before the main plot

Then the main conflict is that she's kidnapped by these men who take her across the country and torture her most of the way there. But they get to this house and she discovers that they were just working for someone else, and that someone else is her dad

He paid them to kidnap her and bring her to him because he loves her and wanted to be her father again. But he's still abusive to her even after he gets her back, but it's not abuse that's specifically torture it's a lot of conditioning and things that she always saw as normal when she was younger

And then when her friends from the kingdom come to rescue her and get her out she ends up killing her father in the fight, and on the journey home she has to deal with the grief and guilt of that as well as breaking the conditioning her father put her through

TL;DR I wanna see more parental whumpers who go for more manipulation-type abuse rather than physical torture. Honestly more whumpers in general who use mental abuse over physical. I think that's more interesting a lot of the time

(Not saying stories/prompts that are physically-focused are boring or less good. Just that they're very common)

[mossy-opal]

Personal Rant

Trigger Warnings: Mentions of All Categories of Abuse, Trauma Dumping on a Massive Scale, Endeavour Slander

I really really hate him. This hate was originally held against him for Shoto, because I used to not be so fond of Dabi- Thought he was very bland. But, ever since his reveals and I got to know him, I got attached to him.

Not only that, I see a lot of similarities between us.

My dad beat my mom, babytrapped her, financially trapped her, manipulated her, gaslit her. My dad beat my brother, manipulated my brother and myself. When my brother was born my dad basically forgot about me.

Why is it that if/when I talk about my dad, I always get a lot of support, and people always bring up "Oh wow yea what an asshole." But when Endeavour is brought up, or Dabi, suddenly it's, "Well Enji is trying his best," and "Dabi shouldn't have done this, that and the third". Is it because of myself being female presenting? Is it because Dabi is a villain? I actually think, in another time line, I could have ended up exactly like Dabi.

And you know what? I don't mind that thought one bit. What I would give to see my father set ablaze by his past sins-

Just like Enji however, my dad tried reaching out and asking for a relationship with me.

But unlike Natsuo and Fuyumi, I held him accountable. I told my dad straight out, "I will give you a chance, if you apologise."

Guess what he wouldn't do?

Guess what Enji still hasn't done?

Not once has he said "I'm sorry." Only ever after becoming a pro and being in the spot light does he want to "atone" for what he's done- That alone rubs me the wrong way. My dad was an upstanding citizen too, went to work and did his job, ran his business, and just like Enji, he came home to beat his wife and kids.

Don't you find it odd that Natsuo got really fucking worried for his mother when he found out Enji was just dropping off flowers?

Don't you find it odd people continue to victim blame Rei for having a literal mental breakdown? When she hurt Shoto, she didn't see Shoto.

She saw Enji.

When Touya left home and Rei tried stopping him, she froze when he looked at her, because those were Enji's eyes.

It's odd to me that no one gives two fucks that Enji babytrapped Rei, financially trapped Rei, continues to Stockholm her into loving him, etc.

And even at this massive plot point, he has yet to say "I'm sorry. I love you."

Not, "I'm sorry you feel that way," or, "I'm sorry but," No. No no no, that's not how you apologise.

"I'm sorry for what I did to you. I was wrong. I love you."

That's all he has to say, but he won't, you know why? Because he doesn't truly believe that.

So when people say "He's changing" and "He's getting better", from my own personal experience, I find that very hard to believe.

My apologies if this rant is a little bit- All over the place. With recent manga leaks and people still being Endeavour apologists, I just had to put this in a coherent post for all to see.

I hate my father. I hate Endeavour. I hate Endeavour Apologists. I hate Rei Haters. I hate Heroes.

Now, back to our regularly scheduled program of Shigaraki simping.

[damagedward]

♚ Backstory will be posted below

♚ Will be updated / added to frequently but sporadic

♚ Dark Mature & Triggering Themes Present

*** ⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ ***

*** ⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ ***

The following triggers are present in what you are about to read :

tw:abuse , tw:physical abuse , tw:mental abuse , tw:adultery , tw:affair , tw:non consensual sexual relationship, tw:non consent , tw:rape , tw:arranged marriage , tw:imprisonment , tw:animal abuse , tw:magical creature abuse , tw:mention of death , tw:background character death , tw:abusive father , tw:abusive parent

She was born just a month after spring came , and she was his pride and joy — that was at first . Before she was born at least , or one could say even when she was but that lasted all of five minutes and then the announcement of the Queen’s having bled out reached the King’s ears .

The baby girl was no longer a cause for celebration , no now she was a reminder of his wife , now she was the reason his Queen was dead .

And so his hatred for his own flesh and blood began before the child even opened her emerald orbs to see the world .

By her fifth year the nightmares had begun to plague her , the fires without explanation , the explosions of vases around the castle always seeming to coincide with when the young princess grew angry .

Magic .

Uther knew what it was .

And now that the Queen was dead it was easier to blame her for the curse , to blame her for the magic that infected his child . The entire time never offering Morgana any explanation for what was happening to her , instead yelling , hitting , hurting her for the things she couldn’t control but he told her she could .

He took a mistress by the time she was seven and on her birthday the following year they announced she would have a baby brother — or so they hoped sometime the following summer .

Their hope paid off . And when little Arthur came to survive his second year , as she came to be ten she was sent away , beating her senseless was no longer enough to keep her magic at bay nor her tongue as she had developed a smart mouth by now too . Uther had decided so he sent her elsewhere to let someone else handle the problem , a nunnery , one that didn’t shy away from harsh punishment and heavy hand .

In the meantime he focused on his bastard son , working to legitimize him and in making his mistress into a Queen .

When she returned home on her 18th birthday her father greeted her with a suitor , a husband to be , explaining to her that she needed to produce an heir if she hoped to carry on any form of title and inherit anything from him .

She lost it . Her magic flared as her emotions did , she destroyed half of the forest and took down a turret that was luckily no longer in use at the far end of the outer wall . She ended up in chains that night , in a tower guarded by some of her fathers own personal guard , and in the morning both her father and her betrothed had visited to assure her she would be married by weeks end .

She was forced down the aisle and sure enough into bed . Luckily for her one of her ladies had slipped her a dagger which she had placed into her garter when she had a moment during dressing prior to her walk . He met his end before he could touch her , she had stabbed him in the back and then just kept going once she’d rolled them afterwards to be sure .

Afterwards she had fled into the woods , in just her bloody torn nightclothes , she looked a mess . Her freedom didn’t last long before she was chased down and caught by her fathers men .

They were cruel when they caught up to her in words and action — they took what her dead husband had failed to , her dagger not there to help her this time , and she outnumbered .

She spent the next two weeks in chains that kept her magic at bay in that same tower she spent time in before her dreaded wedding night . She received constant visits from her father in which he would tell her each and every way she had disappointed him .

Then —

The day he released her . He disowned her . Disinherited her and tossed her out of the kingdom . To fend for herself .

Her magic was known , magic was envied still by some , hated by many , and others just wished to hold something with it . Her power was known , to have someone with power on your side was always a plus and she was still young . Her beauty was known and men liked pretty things , and she knew and learned the hard way already what they did when they found and wanted them even if it wasn’t returned . And then even if Uther had thrown her out and aside her kin was known and that could make her valuable in coin .

She was on the run and never staying anywhere long for the first year . She heard too many whispers of the runaway princess disinherited but missed . She found it hard to believe that Uther actually wanted her back .

The second she found a tower to stay in . It was somewhat funny to her at first to think she spent so long trying to get out of a tower only to seek comfort and find a home in one now . She found her little dragon there , her one and only friend , her Aithusa . The one light in her life . The two had nearly a year together alone , just the two of them , learning one another . Bonding . Magic and flying lessons . It was a glimpse at what life could be , what it should be . Magic and dragons free to live . To exist . To be . It should’ve lasted forever .

But after a terrible storm that forced them out of the tower she was caught by Sarrum and his men . And her hell began anew — or rather her true hell began because she had thought Uther bad but Sarrum became her number one enemy .

The man had been at odds with her father and tried to use her to demand a ransom of sorts when that hadn’t worked he had begun to try and extract information from her about Camelot .

The man threatened her dragon and she wouldn’t let him do that . She gave the information of the kingdom that betrayed her and disowned her . She thought that was all he wanted for the safety and protection of her precious dragon but she was naive in that .

He was just another cruel man , like her dead husband , like her fathers men , he would be another to want more , to take what wasn’t his to . Only this time she would break in the end and let him because she couldn’t let him hurt Aithusa . The poor dragon was already hurting enough being unable to fly around daily anymore .

One night , emerald orbs flew open , she peered over at the little white dragon , she had enough , she decided she would get them out of this . And so when he had been dragging her off to his chambers she had just grabbed for a dagger from his belt , slashed for any part of him she could reach and ran once he collapsed and stopped moving .

She and Aithusa had been lost for nearly two days after their escape as she had teleported them in a panic to simply get away , not having had any destination in mind , so it had been disorienting .

They realized they weren’t too far from Camelot and they became their destination .

When she returned to Camelot she found herself instantly greeted with chains , she found herself pleading her case with her bastard brother of all people , the one she blamed for everything in her life up until now besides her father .

It somehow worked , but when she then tried to bring a blade to Uther’s throat that night she was the cause of the sounding of the warning bells and had to escape into the night .

It wouldn’t take long before she succeeded in taking her fathers though and then she would return to Camelot to fight her brother for her throne . One day maybe she would succeed in taking her rightful place on the throne .

Authors Note :

this puts Morgana to be a late 22

at the end of this

[ferallfemmesa]

[ Headcanon 005. ] Family Abuse

Ambessa was not kind to Mel, and this stems from the fact that Noxian is not kind to most of their people. They make them battle-hardened, ready for war, and softness must be bleed dry from any bleeding heart.

Many times in her trials and training of Mel, she was mentally abusive at times to her daughter. This was an attempt to mold her, in ways to fortify her mind against the hardships of ruling Noxus and holding herself away from the heart on her shoulder. She would harden her words, berate Mel's mind, and ridicule her standards many times over. If Mel could not learn to cope with these actions, she would never survive in Noxus. She never stopped the bullying and ridicule from other kids against her daughter; including the insults of her beauty (because in Noxus, beauty was a sign of weakness) and often allowed for Hazing and harassment to continue. Ambessa at times could be threatening and intimidating as well, harshly criticizing Mel in her form or her style. Mel did not conform to the standards of a Noxian soldier and warmonger and Ambessa often reminded her that she was a Medarda and therefore needed to wield the weapon of the Medarda name and hold herself to a standard of a wolf (Where Mel often took on traits of a fox and a panther).

This is why Mel constantly strives so hard to prove herself to her mother and why she 'wants to be enough' because of this constant criticizing talking down upon, and the threats of abandonment (only for it to finally happen when she was outcasted) made Mel both resentful but also still wanting to prove herself.

However, Ambessa was also physically abusive to Mel as well, once again in the fact that Noxian training and the brutality of the nation were more important than the comfort of a child. Ambessa would often hit Mel if she caught her not using the right technique or if she was doing something wrong. If there was a moment in a fight where blood was drawn, Ambessa would grab Mel's hands and force them into the blood, reminding her that Mel could not be squirmish around blood, violence, and gore. That she had to face it as in battle it would be everywhere. Ambessa was not a tender mother, she was a battle-harden warmonger and worked to train her daughter in the same method her mother taught Ambessa.

All of this has led to Mel keeping many people at bay. The effects of this abuse have left a scar on Mel that can't be seen. She often struggles at night to sleep, because she still sees nightmares of not just the Ionian princess being killed in front of her, but her mother forcing the girl's blood all over her hands and knees, or when she would be punished for doing her best because it wasn't the Medarda standards. She often struggles in private with whether or not she is doing the right thing and often feels unwanted and unloved despite all she is trying to do for Piltover. Despite this and more, Mel has learned how to mask her struggles to appear as a completely normal and healthy woman with the prowess of a queen. Deep down, though, she still feels the stress and fear, doubting herself and struggling to sleep. She struggles with self-esteem despite having plenty of confidence and often wonders if she will ever be good enough for anyone or anything.

[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…

[grvning]

Many comments to this post already stated it, but, to anyone who's experienced such abuse in their lives, this scene was abso-fucking-lutely brutal. Raw. Painful.

The abusers live to hurt, not to remember; the abused struggle to survive, and to get unstuck.

Other people have worded this much better, but, yeah. This was so realistic I can't watch it again either. Carmen did need to confront his abuser, although it didn't bring him the closure he might have expected from the interaction. Neither did he manage to find the words that he had always wanted to say to that man.

Closure never comes from someone who has no consideration for you.

[gun shot]

[case-study-on-love-comic]

CW: narcissistic abuse, eating disorder, sexual abuse/harassment

Hi guys. Sorry for the inactivity. Found out some things that really put this all into perspective in a much more horrifying way.

My ex was a covert narcissist and was likely setting things up from the start. I think he found something I did to be worthy of revenge because he was "hurt" and then proceeded to stack every card against me. He told me our relationship was fine while also telling his parents quite frequently only negative things, he would set me against my friends then have me go to him for emotional support where he would dismiss me, imply I needed to lose weight while simultaneously being attracted to my weight, a bunch of contradictions that only served to make me more confused.

I found out very recently that during the break up he lied about a lot to me and others and set up a smear campaign against me. I never really had any proof of the things he did other than logs where whenever I had a problem with him, I would try to text and he would call me. Basically I had no evidence.

All I really have is proof of the way I'm affected. Physical and non-physical.

I lost so much weight over the last 6 months that my thighs have shrunk, my body looks sallow, and I feel ill. I tried telling him that I expected accountability for the body shaming but he had gotten angry at me for trying to blame body dysmorphia and ED things on him. I can't make new friends without a period of intense paranoia that I may hurt them. I feel awful about myself 24/7 and have an extreme trauma bond to him that is debilitating.

It all sort of shattered when I discovered that he used our break up as a proof that he had been affected by an accident he got into during our relationship. I wasn't told about this. I had basically mourned his physical well being and worried for him and urged him to ask for help during this injury while also trying to be there for him every step of the way. The fact this was used against me to leverage more money out of a case is horrifying and frankly makes me feel less like a person and more like a pawn.

He tried ruining my life ten times over. He was actively trying during our engagement. He tried getting me to quit so many times from my hobbies while gaslighting me about it and saying it was my idea despite the amount of subtle manipulation. He forced me to talk to people who made me panic and sexually harassed me.

I don't have any love for this man. Not anymore. I probably never even knew him to begin with.

[rosewood-resort-rpg]

When does this open?

Hi there, this is a great question. I had started working on this RPG and was on track to open it in mid January. Unfortunately in early January I made a big decision and moved across the country. I moved in with I did so by moving in with a guy I sort of knew in passing who had a room for rent. He was a guy who had treated me well in the limited experiences we'd had- I thought it would be a good experience, but unfortunately, moving in there was a huge, HUGE mistake. It was initially okay, but within two weeks, I knew it was a problem, and it quickly devolved into a toxic, abusive environment and situation.

I was emotionally, mentally and financially abused by this guy, as was our other female roommate. She and I quickly became the mental punching bags for this guy, and the parade of other women he brought in and out of the house. It nearly got physical a few times. I don’t know about you, but when a situation gets like that, I lose all ability to focus on anything but survival. I was spending every waking moment out of the house, I was trying everything in my power to stay out of his way, and finally I managed to get not just myself, but my other female roommate out of the situation about a month ago.

With some help of the people who work at my work and the bartender at the place my new roommate and I drink at, we managed to load up everything we own in a uhual and move into our new apartment. It’s small, but it’s safe and that’s the most important part.

The stress of the situation I was in caused me to relapse with my eating disorder, I was in a very very bad place- but I'm free now. I'm no longer waking up in a panic, and for that I am so thankful.

Now that I'm away from that situation, safe, and have had some time to decompress I do really want to open this group still. I know there are a few apps in the inbox, and I'll be reaching out to anyone who had applied before, and I'll be slowly starting to get promos and everything going for this group again. I miss RP'ing, and I want to do the things that make me feel more like me again- so Thanks for reading, thank you for your patience and understanding, and hopefully I see you all soon?

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