#Animal abuse mention tw

[rpmusings-galore]

the chain around my throat  was placed there by you 

the pain of it made me lash out,  feral, biting, and angry with fear 

your boots met my side often enough i knew to expect it at the sound of your steps

you took a pure and beautiful thing, and you beat  out everything good, to suit your ends 

to make me pliant

yet, you had the gall to hate the  dog you trained toward violence 

[springbandit]

❝ it is our fate, i think, to crave always what is given to another. ❞ (Vanny & Edgar)

"But why?" The more she'd thought about it recently, the more it bothered her. "Why do we always have to be on the sidelines?" She knew Edgar wasn't the kind of person who happily denied himself a starring role. "Why can't I take what I want?" Before leaving the Pizzaplex, the internal emails had referred to her as a 'Reluctant Follower' of Glitchtrap. With the rabbit seemingly ensnared, she wanted to reverse the roles between them. "Aren't you tired of being a slave to fate? What if we could rise above it. Control it. Get what we crave. I could help you, but, you have to help me back."

@lcvenderhcze

[another-whump-sideblog]

Jane's Pets Chapter 104: Evolving and Adapting

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Before leaving, Puppy reluctantly puts her stuffed animals into her bag, along with everything nonperishable from the pantry that you and Leo didn't pack for yourselves. You think that's a good sign. She also grabs all the medical supplies in the house, which makes you feel really stupid for not thinking of that earlier. Before closing the bag up, she takes out two water bottles and passes them to you and Leo.

"If we're going to need water for the walk you will too," Leo says.

Puppy takes out one more water bottle mechanically and closes the garbage bag, then heads out the front door. You and Leo follow.

"Leo, make sure to let us know if you need a break, or help carrying your stuff." You say.

"I will. I'm not feeling too bad, though."

You believe them. It's been a long time since they were even a little okay, and the difference is very noticeable.

"We should ask the day and year as soon as we get to town." Leo jokes. "Like time travelers."

"Fuck, it'll be so nice to know what day it is again, and what time it is. I've definitely missed that."

"There are so many small things we'll finally get back." 

After a bit of silence, Puppy starts humming a lighthearted song. You feel like your heart could burst from happiness. So many small things…

Unfortunately, you're quickly distracted from that feeling by the annoyance of carrying full garbage bags through the woods. Your bag quickly collects several tiny tears, but luckily none are big enough for anything to fall out. It just means you have to hold the bag very carefully so that extra weight isn't put on the tears, causing them to get wider.

"We really should've double or triple bagged this stuff… or brought the box of garbage bags." You grumble.

Leo laughs. "We haven't gotten that far, we can go back if you want."

"Oh, no, I'm never going back. I'm just annoyed that we planned so much and didn't even think about what carrying this stuff through the woods would be like."

"Yeah, that's what happens when you have a group of three people where one is severely sleep deprived and probably still starving, one is experiencing withdrawal, and one is…"

"Brain damaged." You finish for them. Stupid Bunny.

"Right. Um… I'm really sorry I called you stupid, back in the basement. I don't think you're stupid."

"I am stupid. It's okay."

"B– Li– Austin. You're the one that found a way to kill Jane. You're so smart, and even if you weren't, you're so brave and compassionate. You're amazing. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise, even me."

Are you… tearing up? "Thank you. You're… both of you are amazing too."

Leo smiles. "Of course we are. Just a little group of amazing people."

The rest of the walk is quiet. Trying to avoid your bag ripping open takes a lot of mental and physical energy. That'll be the first thing you buy when you get into town– new bags. And something for Puppy to drink to prevent her dying from malnutrition.

You take plenty of breaks, initiated by Amanda more often than not. She always opens her bag during breaks too, without ever taking anything out. When you asked her why, she took a stuffed animal out of her bag and showed it to you, which… didn't answer your question. Leo told you not to worry about it for now.

You feel… tense, stepping into the town. The last time you were in any kind of human civilization, Jane killed a lot of people to punish you.

It's pretty dark. You clear your throat. "Puppy, do you think the grocery store will still be open?"

Puppy shakes her head.

"Okay. Let's find a hotel. In the morning we can go get new bags and something for you to drink, and then… if there's a library we can use the computers to look at all the hotels nearby and see what's cheapest. Sound good?"

Puppy nods.

"So… do we just wander around until we find a hotel?" Leo asks.

You look over the three of you. "That'd be a good way to get the cops called on us."

"Well, what else are we supposed to do?"

"That's… a good question. Maybe we should've waited until morning to leave…"

"I'd rather spend all night in the woods than spend more time in that house than necessary. I… guess those are our options. Wander around trying to find a hotel, stay in the woods all night, or head back to the house. Should we… do a vote or something?"

None of those options sound particularly good. "I don't even know which one I want."

"Yeah… I guess we could split up, too."

You immediately shake your head. "Whatever we do, it should be together."

"But one person wandering around a town at night is a lot less suspicious than three people. Especially if said person leaves their bag of stuff here to be watched by the others."

Puppy stares at her open bag for a moment and then sighs. You guess she didn't bring anything to write with. "I think I'd be the best for that. I look the most pitiful." She lets her hair fall so that her missing ear is uncovered and touches the bandages on her face. "And I'm a scrawny white woman. It'd be harder to interpret me as a threat. Even if the police were called, I'd probably be fine. I've also been here before. I'll have an easier time navigating, even if I don't know exactly where to find a hotel."

These are all great points. "But… what if you get hurt?"

"I know people here. Including a lot of criminals, most of whom probably think Jane is still alive. People are less likely to mess with me than with either of you."

"But… I mean, if we're bringing race and gender into this, isn't it less safe for a woman to walk around alone at night? There are threats besides career criminals, people you probably never would've met."

"I'm not saying there are no risks. It's just the least risky option. Unless you think it's safer to wander through the woods at night, or sleep in the woods without shelter?"

Leo nods. "It does sound the least risky… though, to be fair, even if it does work, we'll have to walk to the hotel as a group with our garbage bags of stuff anyway. I mean, I'm the one that suggested it, but I don't think it makes much of a difference whether one of us finds the hotel, comes back, and guides the others or we just look around as a group for a while."

Leo's the best. "Right! Let's just go together. You should definitely lead, still. Like you said, you know this town the best. We'll look suspicious no matter what we do, let's just stick together."

Puppy hesitates, then nods.

"Perfect! Let's go."

Puppy walks quickly through the streets until you get to an area with fewer homes and more businesses, then starts moving more slowly, inspecting each building. Fairly soon after you've started searching, you stop in front of a building very clearly labeled as a hotel.

"I… think we spent more time arguing than it actually took to find this place." You say.

"Eh. Better safe than sorry." Leo pulls open the door. "After you."

It takes a bit of effort to get everyone's garbage bags through the door without ripping them, but you all manage it. The hotel clerk stares at the three of you the whole time, which you guess is fair. 

Leo sets their bag down and goes up to the front desk. "Are there any vacancies?"

The clerk puts on a customer service smile. "We do. What are you looking for?"

…you never discussed if you were going to share a room, or how many beds you'd want. Luckily Leo seems undeterred.

"The cheapest room available, please."

"How many nights?"

"One."

The clerk types something into a computer and gives the price. Puppy starts taking out some of the cash and counting it. 

"...do you take cash?" You ask. Probably should've asked that sooner.

"We can, but you would still need a card on file."

Shit. Shit shit shit.

"...Do you know of anywhere that doesn't need a card on file?" Leo asks.

"Nope."

The three of you look at each other. What are you supposed to do now?

Puppy goes up to the desk and places down the cash she just counted out. "I have a card."

There's no way that's true, but she reaches into her pocket anyway. She pulls something out, holding it in a way that covers most of it, but you notice a flash of green and realize it's just more money. She passes it to the clerk.

"Are you… trying to bribe me?"

Puppy nods.

The clerk looks at the money, then types something into the computer. They hand Puppy a key. "You'll be in room 104. Check-out is at 11 AM tomorrow.”

Puppy smiles at the clerk and heads down the hall, looking for the room. Leo grabs their bag, and the two of you follow Puppy.

"We don't have to hide," Leo says. "We can go try and get cards tomorrow."

Puppy unlocks the door labeled '104' and leads you inside. It's a pretty small room, and it only has one bed.

"Uh–"

"Puppy and you will share the bed. I know both of you would be fine with all three of us sharing the bed, so since I'm the one with the problem, I'll sleep on the ground."

They already did that sometimes at the house, when they wanted to be close to you but not sharing a bed close, so you aren’t as concerned as you might’ve been otherwise. If they chose to sleep on the ground when they had access to a bed, obviously it’s not that uncomfortable to them. They’re the one that asked for the cheapest possible room, anyway, they must’ve expected this.

"Yeah, let's make you a nest." You find extra blankets in a closet, take most of the pillows from the bed, and start the nest-making process. Leo tries to help as much as they can, but it really is just a one-person job. Puppy sets her stuffed animals on the bed.

“We should all get showered and change,” Leo suggests. “We’re dirty from walking through the woods.”

“Great idea!” You finish up the nest. “Puppy and I should replace our bandages, too.”

“You do that while I shower,” Leo says, pulling a clean outfit out of their bag.

“Perfect.” You bring Puppy to the bathroom and remove the bandages on her face and neck while Leo gets in the shower.

You wet a towel and start to clean her wounds. “I’ve been thinking. It’s okay if you don’t want to sleep tonight, I’m not as worried about that as you not eating. No one’s going to shock you when you start to drift off or anything, so you’ll fall asleep eventually no matter what. If you want to try and stay up tonight, though, I want to keep you company.”

You replace the old bandages with clean ones. Puppy doesn’t say anything. She takes your hand and takes off the bandage.

“Oh, I can do that myself.”

Puppy raises an eyebrow at you.

“Oh, I guess… you could’ve done your face and neck yourself…” It honestly didn’t even occur to you. “Sorry, I didn’t even ask.”

She waves dismissively and starts to clean the cut on your hand. 

“So!” You say loud enough that Leo can hear you over the shower. “Tomorrow, we’re going shopping and getting ourselves cards. Not necessarily in that order. Then we’ll use library computers to find the cheapest hotel nearby, and… go there. We’ll also research the buses around here.”

Puppy rebandages your hand. “We… need IDs. To get cards.”

“…shit. I lost track of mine after I came to the house, Jane probably took it. Leo, do you have access to any of your IDs?”

“I didn’t even have mine before Jane took me. I assume yours are lost too, Puppy?”

Puppy nods.

“She said yes. And we don’t even remember our names…” You frown. This is going to be a problem.

The shower turns off and Leo grabs a towel to dry themself. That was fast. “You remember your last name, don’t you? There’s that. And me and Puppy know your first name. Do you remember your social security number?”

You try to remember. There’s a shape to it, a rhythm you followed whenever you had to share it… but you can’t remember what actually went inside the rhythm. You don’t know if that’s because of the brain damage or just regular forgetting. “I don’t.”

“Don’t worry, I don’t know mine either. We’ll just… maybe you can get your hands on your school records? Or maybe someone you knew before could vouch for you? I mean, there are people who don’t even get a birth certificate when they’re born and they can still get IDs as an adult, so there’s got to be something we can do.” They get into their clean clothes. “We can worry about it tomorrow. I’m going to bed. We’ll want to get up pretty early tomorrow so that we can leave our stuff in here while we shop.” They exit the bathroom, leaving just you and Puppy.

“Hmm… maybe we should’ve replaced the bandages after showering…” stupid Bunny. “I guess we’ll just do our best not to get the bandages wet? And it’s not that big of a deal if we have to replace them again. Do you want to shower first?”

Puppy nods and leaves the bathroom to get clean clothes from her bag. She was allowed to shower when she wanted unless she was in the basement, so you don't think she'll need a lot of support in this. Having no reason to hang around in the bathroom, you go to hang out with Leo in the main room while Puppy showers.

Leo is playing with the clock on the nightstand. "I'm trying to set an alarm… if we get up at 7, we should have time to shop and stuff, right? Mostly I just want to be able to get back here and re-bag our stuff before we check out. It would be especially nice if we could do the shopping and the library research before we check out, so we don't have to worry about if we'll be allowed into the library with garbage bags full of stuff."

"Will stores even be open that early?"

"...I don't know. We'll have to ask Puppy. I'll leave the alarm at 7 for now, though." They set down the clock. "I really missed knowing the time. This is awesome."

You look over the small room. It's unremarkable in most ways, but… it has a clock. And you can leave whenever you want to. "It really is."

Leo yawns and goes to dig through their bag. "We should all eat something before bed. Or at least drink some water." They pull out a box of raisins and pour the contents into their mouth. "I'll try to convince Puppy to drink some water while you shower. Think you can handle convincing her to sleep? I heard you talking about it, but I didn't catch everything."

"I should be able to. I said I'd stay up and keep her company if she doesn't want to sleep– which I will do if she refuses to sleep– but I think if I just asked her to lie down with me she'd fall asleep quickly whether she wants to or not. It helps that this room is so small, she won't be able to keep herself awake pacing."

Leo nods. "Perfect. I, uh… I wish we didn't have to constantly push her, but we can't just let her hurt herself without trying to help… It's not fair that we get to adjust before working on any heavy-duty deconditioning while she has to be working on it constantly… But putting ourselves through that by taking off our collars or something wouldn't make things any easier for her."

"It sucks." You agree. "It wasn't fair for you to have to deal with withdrawal, either."

"...Yeah. I guess… we take care of each other. We have for a long time. And if we take turns, that's even better, because it means the person who's struggling can get the full undivided attention of the others."

"Exactly." You dig through your bag for some granola bars and have those and some water for dinner. Not the best meal ever, but far from the worst. 

Puppy emerges from the bathroom, her bandages still dry. She couldn't have been in there for longer than five minutes…

"Have you guys always showered that fast?" You ask.

"The water's cold," Leo says. "I… guess we could've waited… but in a place this big it would've taken forever. Better to just get it over with." 

Puppy nods in agreement.

"Okay…" You grab some clean clothes from your bag and head to the bathroom. "I'm gonna have a nice, warm shower, if possible, so… goodnight. Love you."

–

Puppy wishes she had waited, or spent longer in the shower. All she does when she's around is worry the others.

Kitty hasn't started pestering her to sleep or eat or drink yet, though. They look deep in thought.

She's so tired, and the white noise of the shower certainly isn't helping her stay awake. She forces herself to walk in place.

"It's weird, right?"

Puppy has no idea what they're talking about specifically, but she nods. Everything's weird right now.

"I mean… it didn't even occur to me to wait. I just… I guess the pathway in my brain between 'uncomfortable stimuli' and 'endure it' is so well-trodden other solutions didn't occur to me. Did it occur to you?"

Puppy shakes her head.

"Exactly. It's like… those guys that tortured those poor dogs… what's the word… Learned helplessness! That's what they call it. When you can't do anything to protect yourself for so long that you start to assume there's no escape without even checking."

Puppy remembers Master teaching them about that experiment… it's not a pleasant memory, but it could've been worse.

"It's good to be aware, though. I'm glad she taught us so much about psychology, at least. It was to hurt us and taunt us, but now it can be really helpful." They smile. "We'll have to look out for that. Times where we could make ourselves more comfortable easily but aren't."

Puppy is so, so tired. She misses just having to endure. Having all these choices… it's so hard. Things weren't easy before, but they were… simple. She misses that, even if she doesn't miss the torture.

"It'll be hard because we still have to endure a lot of things. We don't know when we'll next get money, so we'll have to settle for a lot of uncomfortable things to make it last as long as possible. So I guess… we just need to think of the reason we're uncomfortable. Make sure it's something we're consciously choosing and not just falling into because we're used to it."

Puppy nods along, but she doesn't really want to be comfortable. Comfort is for when Master chooses to give it, otherwise… it makes her sloppy. Like, if she was comfortable right now, she would fall asleep without permission.

Master is dead. Master is dead. Master is dead so she's never going to get to feel comfortable again– stop that!

"-uppy?" Her thoughts are interrupted. "Would you please sit down? Or… stop marching in place?"

She reluctantly stops moving.

"Thank you. I need you to drink some water, alright? You didn't drink any on our way here."

She feels… guilty. Like a kid getting caught not eating their vegetables. All she does is make people worry!

She grabs the water bottle she was supposed to drink during the walk and chugs it until there's none left. She wordlessly begs Kitty to stop worrying, to be satisfied.

"Thank you." They sound so relieved that she can almost ignore the waves of terror crashing over her. "Let's do something to keep your mind off it. Um…" They look around the fairly barren room. "Wanna play twenty questions?"

Puppy nods. A distraction would be nice.

"Okay, think of a person, place, or thing. You got one in mind?"

Puppy, not feeling very creative, decides on 'hotel.' She nods.

"Okay, is it a person?"

The two of them play a few rounds before Bunny finishes with his shower. Puppy feels a bit better about drinking water without permission again, as long as she doesn't think about it.

"Alright, I'm really tired, are you two going to be okay if I go to sleep?"

Puppy nods.

"Get some sleep." Bunny says. 

"Oh, wait– I set the alarm for 7 AM, do you think anything will be open then, Puppy?

Puppy nods. She remembers checking the hours the grocery store was open to try and figure out what time it was. It's open from 7 AM to 10 PM. 

"Sweet! See you in the morning, goodnight." Kitty gets curled up in their nest. 

Bunny turns his attention to Puppy. "Do you want to try going to sleep?"

She slowly shakes her head. She doesn't want to, but she knows she'll have to eventually.

Bunny sits on the bed, legs under the covers. "That's okay. I'll keep you company, like I said. You must be cold, though, after your cold shower. Wanna get under the blankets?"

She knows what he's doing. It's not subtle. But… being warm does sound nice, and she doesn't want to worry Bunny, and he was right that she'd fall asleep eventually anyway, so… it might as well be now, right? Better than passing out when she's needed.

She carefully sets each of her stuffed animals next to the bed before climbing into bed with Bunny and oh– he's warm. That makes sense, but she wasn't expecting it. She cuddles up close to him.

"Thank you." Bunny says, and that's all. He doesn't try to convince her to lie down or rest her eyes. He just holds her, and runs fingers through her hair, and breathes deeply and evenly.

She didn't stand a chance. She falls asleep within the first minute of sitting down.

A/N: Let me know if I should tag anything else, or if you want to be added to or removed from the tag list! Let me know if you want a summary of any of these logistics-heavy chapters, I know they're a lot longer than normal and that not everyone finds the logistics of escape and recovery as interesting as I do.

Tag list: @eatyourdamnpears @whump-in-the-closet @scp-1296 @thecosmicmap @quins-whump-stuff

@fuckcapitalismasshole @whumplr-reader

[gildead]

Part 1 Part 2 (GRAPHIC CONTENT WARNING, SEE TAGS ON POST FOR DETAILS.) Part 3 (MASSIVE GRAPHIC CONTENT WARNING, SEE TAGS ON POST FOR DETAILS.) Part 4 (you are here!)

Last night, members of the Goldenrod City Police Department were stunned when a man identifying himself as a participant in the Underground Johto League turned himself in for multiple counts of Pokémon abuse and unregulated battling.

Covered in various injuries, the man tearfully recounted the horrifying treatment he subjected various poor Pokémon to. After giving the GCPD his address, officers raided his home and confirmed his story. When asked about his injuries, the man could only sob harder as he muttered about what appeared to be a ghost tormenting him.

Currently, the suspect is in jail and awaiting further questioning on his activities. The Route 34 daycare and Professor Elm are hard at work rehoming his former Pokémon and helping them to rehabilitate. Ecruteak City's gym leader Morty has promised to be on the lookout for any hostile Ghost-Type Pokémon or other spirits.

Please contact the Goldenrod City Police if you have any further information on illicit--

Gold watched as Silver crumpled the newspaper into a ball before throwing it at him. The wad of paper bounced off of Gold's head harmlessly, causing him to sneeze in response. At least it wasn't the rock like when he first appeared to him.

"Looks like somebody's famous now." Silver folded his arms and let out a huff. "Didn't I tell you to keep yourself out of trouble?"

Gold wrung his sleeves sheepishly. "Actually, you told me to-- that I should keep better track of-"

"Don't play dumb." Despite his irritation, Silver couldn't help but crack a smirk at his former rival. Even after all this time as a tormented ghost, he could be so literal minded. "We both know that wasn't any Ghost-type that made the guy turn heel. And I bet she does, too."

As Silver spoke, the Wigglytuff came waddling out from behind him and made a beeline towards Gold. Her wide eyes sparkled as she leaped into his arm-like sleeves for a hug, a breathy chirp coming from her small body. Gold felt his heart sink as he listened to her and observed the tiny scar on her white fuzzy stomach.

No matter how much the nurses at the Pokémon Center tried - no matter how well they were able to help her recover - she would likely never sing again, much less battle.

But... there was one place she could have a home with.

Gold heard footsteps crunch and snapped his head upwards. Silver had begun to walk off, clearly content with leaving the two to have their moment. Wigglytuff looked between both boys, eventually nudging Gold.

"Silver-" Gold cleared his throat, hoping to say something that had been on his mind from long ago. Long before he met his end. "I-"

"Don't thank me." Silver didn't look back. "Better she's with you than that loser."

Gold felt his heart sink again. Wigglytuff coughed and reached up to his face, patting his cheek with her stubby little hand to comfort him. She slow-blinked affectionately, waiting for his next move. You'll get him next time, her expression appeared to say to him.

Managing a smile, Gold pulled out a Love Ball and tapped it gently against Wigglytuff's forehead.

WIGGLYTUFF was caught!

Give a nickname to the captured WIGGLYTUFF? >YES NO Is 'Sable' correct? >YES NO

'Sable' joined your party!

[iicynox]

(Lightning Thief book spoilers) Thinking abt how Grover playing mind games with Ares in the live-action series canon now adds a whole NEW element to the upcoming bit on the truck Ares got them for transport. Y’know, the truck with the imprisoned/abused animals?

Because I just KNOW that is now Ares punishing HIM for being impertinent.

[springbandit]

"Then she will know was not Evernever plan. Will not be holding against. Will understanding in time." she agreed. If they hadn't spoken since whatever happened had happened, then there was no telling where the other would be emotionally surrounding it all and it would only be hurting either of them to make assumptions. It was better for everyone if they were as optimistic as possible. "Cosmo friend smartest in many planet. Escaping prison twenty three time. He always finding way out, so, should be small task to helping Evernever finding way in." her tail wagged, she felt good for being able to help. "His naming is Rocket. Is looking like Earth raccoon, but, is standing up like people." her voice quieted, as if sharing a secret. "Do not be making fun of differences to Earth raccoon. Going through many painful thing to becoming that way."

@lcvenderhcze

"IT WASN'T ME. THAT WASN'T THE PLAN. I NEVER WANTED T LEAVE HER AND.. SHE HAS TO KNOW ME WELL ENOUGH TO KNOW THAT. RIGHT? is it.. crazy of me to want to believe that?" he sighed, running a hand through his hair, because.. it seemed as if he were losing his shit and right now, he didn't know what to do about. never had and never would, no. "it is indeed, thank you. and this friend of yours .. he has knowledge about these things? he could help me find her? i reward my friends. i'd do the same with them. especially if they helped me find evelyn." which.. he had to. right? (@springbandit)

[springbandit]

❛ That's what you and I do. Keep each other alive. ❜ (Rocket & Lylla)

"Like scut if I was any good at that. I got you killed, didn't I? That's what I do. I get everybody killed." He could feel his voice becoming gravely as his throat tightened in a snarling frustration at himself. There was no peace to be found in what happened between them. No amount of trying to walk through it and understand it made it any less painful a journey. "But...you're here now. We both are." His snout crinkled, trying to stop himself from showing that he was getting emotional. "And, and I know, that you're gonna do great here. I've got the whole place set up. Food, shelter, med bay. The whole works. Alls we gotta do is keep these other guys alive. I only gots two right now, but, more will come, probably. As long as there's humies around? More will come." His wildlife rehabilitation center was still in its stages of infancy, but, he was sure that even if it only helped one animal, it was counteracting the damage that had been put out, out there, somewhere in the sky.

@fcrafcrtnight

[sailor-brunette]

I am sick and tired of seeing shit takes from people about how characters like Sawako (Kimi ni Todoke) and Miyo (My Happy Marriage) are "unfeminist" because they're shy and soft-spoken. When Miyo is literally that way as a SURVIVAL TACTIC because SHE WAS FUCKING ABUSED And Sawako is showed to have social anxiety and the other kids are shown to kind of bully her. But both girls gain confidence and strength as both series progress. NOT ALL WOMEN HAVE TO BE STONE COLD BADASSES TO BE STRONG!!! Geez…

[gildead]

@knightlier requests a memory:

flashback—

CONTENT WARNING: THE FOLLOWING FLASHBACK CONTAINS DESCRIPTIONS OF AND CONCERNS AN ANIMAL IN PAIN. IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO ANIMAL DISTRESS, PLEASE SKIP THIS ONE.

You are dead. And if you do not act quickly enough, the Houndour you've come across could very well be too.

The puppy whines and whimpers as it attempts to squirm itself out of the Ursaring trap biting into its front paw, its struggles only further tearing the raw red flesh of its leg. The sound breaks your heart in ways you didn't know were possible before, and it fills you with blinding rage.

Ever since the Radio Tower fiasco - or, at least, you think since the Radio Tower fiasco - Johto has cracked down on any criminal underbelly it can find. Every now and then, however, enough cracks form that the worst of humanity can slither up and out of.

For example, the trio of poachers approaching the trap the Houndour's gotten itself into.

You don't think. You don't plan. You don't stop yourself from tearing yourself apart, your shrieks unleashing all of your anger and vengeance towards the people who did this to a defenseless puppy. You don't stop until you see them scattering for their Jeep, never to return again.

The Houndour cowers. In its eyes, you see yourself cowering from loud noises as a small child.

The screaming stops. You put yourself back together.

Typhlosion brings her claws down upon the trap, prying it open with brute strength. Once your sleeves repair themselves, they cradle the Houndour close, lifting it to safety from the metal jaws of doom.

Some scars remain. Despite the amount of potions and bandages you apply to the wound, it still hurts to stand on. The Houndour limps as it tests out its healing leg, struggling with all its might to demonstrate that it can still move. You know it's not enough. It won't be able to battle, and it won't be able to survive in the wild.

But perhaps. Perhaps, he could survive with you.

[aphidclan-clangen]

part 2 out of 3

[woaheyeradioboy]

I genuinely don't fucking care what you like in fiction. I don't care how disgusting, heinous, or "illegal" (not actually) it is, as long as you aren't agreeing with it or acting out things you read in a non-roleplay/fiction setting.

TW: Rape, Child Abuse, Pedophilia, Age gaps, Abuse, Bestiality, Grooming, Incest, and similar content

You can read about someone being raped. You can read about a child being raped. You can read about incest. You can read about pedophilic incest. You can read about someone fucking a dog. You can read about someone being raped by an animal. You can read about someone grooming someone else. You can read about horrible power imbalances. You can read about Victim x Abuser. You can read about gang rape. You can read all of that and more, whether the content is "romanticizing" or "sexualizing" it or putting it in a "positive light", because I do believe if you're reading these things you are capable enough to not have your morals and "respect" of laws immediately broken because you didn't get told 100 different times during the story how bad the content was.

You can read WHATEVER THE FUCK YOU WANT, however you want, forever and ever. Don't act out the fiction in real life unless roleplaying with another consent adult (or teenager within your age range if you're not 18+) and it DOESN'T MATTER.

Fiction can affect reality, but usually only if you're allowing it to. Children oftentimes shouldn't be online but even if they are, it is never an authors fault or the people who enjoy the fiction the author writes that the child ends up exposed to bad things. If someone who is mentally unwell and cannot separate fiction and reality due to this is online and is affected by these things, it is not the authors fault or the fault of the people who enjoy the authors fiction.

If something that someone else wrote affects someone else in a bad way, it is not the authors fault.

Censorship of fiction is bad no matter what, and if you want to censor any form of fiction you are automatically already getting closer to people like transphobes and racists and ableists, because being pro-censorship ALWAYS leads down the same exact rabbit hole of puritan beliefs and controlling others.

[batmanfruitloops]

Yippee, medieval fantasy! I put so much unnecessary thought into the lore of the setting but I love it so.

Jonathan is a half-human half-fae, though no one can tell what he is when he dons his Scarecrow attire. A scarecrow brought to life by a witch? The ghost of a vengeful knight? A lich? Death itself? One thing is for certain, no one wants to cross paths with him.

He lives a mostly nomadic lifestyle, finding and collecting things that he can use to enhance his magic. He has enchanted the bones he decorates himself with as makeshift lightweight armor and protection against other magical attacks. As a bonus, it gives him an undead appearance. His fear toxin is a completely unique form of magic he made himself, because of this it is incredibly hard to counter.

Jonathan grew up with his human grandmother who treated him horribly for being a halfling. He was forbidden from using magic and grew up isolated. After she killed his beloved horse, Ashpuddle, that was the final straw. No longer having to worry about his grandmother he learns magic on his own and reanimates his precious friend. After that, he is determined to become proficient in magic and becomes obsessed with fear. Having been raised isolated from humans, he doesn't understand them and finds them to be horrible (as most magical creatures do) but interesting. He enjoys studying their fear.

I don't really like what I did with Ed's colors, so um... ignore them.

I usually see Riddler depicted as a fae in fantasy settings, but our Ed is not a pretty boy Riddler but instead some kind of little animal. So he is a dragon. Some dragons tell riddles, they kidnap people, and are typically depicted as highly intelligent.

His father gave him to his human grandmother as an egg, and she raised him for the first few years of his life until his father decided to take him back and raise him as a proper dragon. Though he has no intention of actually teaching Ed instead using him as a punching bag to ridicule and project his own insecurities about being raised by a human himself and being mostly outcasted from dragon society. Dragons have a bitter rivalry with humans and it's incredibly taboo to be associated with them in any way.

As an adult, he is left to fend for himself and is hardly prepared to live as a normal dragon. He decides to become the Riddler trying to prove himself to the people of Gotham so he can assimilate into human society and go back to living a normal life with his grandmother. His idea of proving himself doesn't exactly help him and instead makes him a lot of enemies. Dragons are seen as incredibly valuable, dragon parts are used for powerful magic and medicine. He'd fetch a pretty penny and many people he goes after plan to butcher and sell him. He's essentially trying to be the knight that saves the day, but alas he is a dragon.

-Fluffy

[monarch-of-weird-girlboy-nation]

Jason grace

[gildead]

so i know i said i would never address the events surrounding [REDACTED] on this blog. and i still won't. i want to make something clear though, because of the chatter regarding villain muses.

team rocket, logistically speaking, probably had nothing to do with gold's death. i'll explain my reasoning under the cut.

imagine, if you will, that you are giovanni. while you once were the most powerful man in kanto, what with being the strongest gym leader AND the head honcho of team rocket, you have fallen from grace because your criminal dealings have come to light thanks to a smartass kid. you're a smart man, however. you lay low, leave the region for a while. even when your admins try to hold up a radio tower to call you back, you hang back - partially because you're ashamed of yourself, but also because they got THEIR asses beaten by a second smartass kid and frankly it's embarrassing it's happened twice.

now, suppose. you're licking your wounds in unova, having a drink at your favorite hole-in-the-wall. the news flickers on. a horrified reporter reads that the mutilated body of a young child has been found in the johto region.

they put up a picture of the boy. you recognize him. he's the one from the radio tower. the one who stopped your team's revival.

now. pay close attention because this part is crucial. who do you think they're going to start investigating first.

because that's not just a normal boy. that's the boy who beat red, the first smartass kid, on mount silver. the boy who earned sixteen badges and the respect of two pokémon leagues, which house in no particular order: a war veteran, two different ninjas, multiple strongmen, a powerful psychic, BLUE MOTHERFUCKING OAK, and two highly powerful dragon trainers from a long line of dragon trainers.

one of which who helped this boy strongarm his way into your base and is THE FORMER CHAMPION.

SERIOUSLY, YOU THINK THE INTERNATIONAL POLICE IS BAD? HAVE YOU SEEN LANCE AND HIS FIFTY MILLION DRAGONITE? THE MAN BLASTED A HOLE INTO YOUR BASE'S ENTRY, AND THAT'S JUST WHEN YOUR ORGANIZATION WAS ABUSING AND TRAFFICKING POKEMON. WHAT DO YOU THINK HE'S GONNA DO TO A GODDAMN CHILD MURDERER, HUH. SPOILER ALERT, IT WILL BE MUCH WORSE.

ahem.

you get what i'm saying though? ordering the violent murder of the kid who beat you the second time around in such a gratuitous manner is a bad move for the guy trying to stay away from the public spotlight, especially after his organization got exposed TWICE. and especially when nothing's been done to red. it's inconsistent, and i'm pretty sure gio HAS some kind of ethical code. even if it's a criminal one.

also gold was friends with his son so was he REALLY that bad a kid?

'but vetra, the executives-' up the shut. doggedly loyal to giovanni as they may be, they are not stupid. archer literally took the L with grace upon getting his butt whooped.

if it was a murder, team rocket would probably have a VESTED INTEREST in bringing said murderer to justice. granted, it's team rocket, so it's probably fucked up mob justice. but that's what happens when you encroach on their turf i guess.

[bearfools]

a few things i think people should know.

not directed at anyone in particular, but ive received multiple messages (some deleted, some not) from people and i think ill make a post about some stuff i wanna clear up as a therian.

i am aware that im bodily human, im aware that this will not change.

i am aware that acting wild (or as someone said, "gross" and "ill mannered") does not make me an animal

no, i am not a little kid discovering new terms on the internet and using them for clout. i am an 18 year old man who had been questioning therianthropy for a very long time

no, i am not offended by people saying silly hateful things, ive seen about every basic piece of therian hate (directed at me and also other people) and none of it bothers me

no, i am not in any way attracted to animals and i do not partake in any kind of animal abuse. its weird that people assume that right after saying "youre human!!" like am i a beast or not make up your mind lmao?

no, i dont mind if you ask "silly" questions, in a community as misunderstood as therians/alterhumans i am always happy to help people understand

yes, i believe in past lives. though i do not believe theyre fully to blame for my therianthropy and i dont think every kintype of mine has a detailed backstory. i was likely many animals before i was human and i dont kin anything but bears

i had like one person ask if this was a religious thing, its not, idk how common of a misconception that is but i wanted to put it out there. im not outwardly religious, im agnostic but unbothered by any other beliefs

yes, im aware that animals live outside in the cold with diseases and predators, i am grateful for the things i am given that wild animals are not.

no, you cant hunt me (and also, what the hell? again, if youre arguing that im human then why would you hunt me?)

"how do you know your beliefs are real?" i dont. im simply a person on this earth, same as you, i dont know what lies after death, i dont know what lies before birth, but i prefer my "weird" beliefs over never believing in anything.

after i made that post about young therians (thank you all for the love by the way!) i had a few comments along the lines of "messy eating is human/making faces and acting like an animal doesnt make you an animal" i know, i know that im not a bear, i know that what i do is not limited to therians. I know kids play as animals all the time! but at the end of the day i'm happy. are you? does leaving spiteful messages make you happy?

do you send a comment on tumblr and stare at your reflection in the screen and feel fulfilled? im asking genuinely, because if it doesnt make you happy, then why do it? it doesnt affect me, worst case scenario im annoyed and then dont interact. Do you think that ill hear you say "youre not a bear" and then go "oh my bad" and delete my account? as if i havent been told those exact words my whole life (even before i knew what the internet was!)

[fatebinds]

"i didn't say you shouldn't," he counters, rolling his eyes. "i just said it was a little dramatic when i'm sure you could just get a security guard to step on it." a paper towel for the floor and a sample for the lab to make sure it wasn't rabid. then, trash can. done and done. but what does he know? maybe dante has a soft spot for pests... but it certainly doesn't feel like it. "Yeah, yeah, I'm up to date on my shots. still doesn't include rabies, otherwise I wouldn't be here, would I?" In this office, at this time... yeah, probably. but if there's one thing that antioch has known about max morrison it's that he'll get into trouble as quickly as the weather changes. sometimes quicker. "but hey, while im here... what the hell. give me my flu shot. then i'll really be up to date."

He doesn't know what's worse, the fact that Max brought a wild animal into a hospital, or the fact that he said the word gerbiling and Dante understood what that meant. It's hard to choose, of course, and while he ushers Max somewhere where he can do the least amount of damage, Dante tries to move the conversation forward. To something worthwhile. Productive. God knows that it's a tall order for Max, but he can at least try. It's all he can do in the end. That and try to suppress any headaches that come from this interaction.

"And you didn't want to, say, call Animal Control? Got it." He speaks in a tone of voice completely neutral but what some other doctors would say is a voice Dante uses in the presence of absolute morons. "I assume you got your shots as a child, just—before we get into treating you for possible rabies exposure, Mr. Morrison," he asks, filling up a couple of forms and eyeing an intern rushing to his office. "I'd hate for the bat to be the one to get you."