#CW: family issues

[cetathestupidshark]

idk what happened, but i guess i wanted to write something with some meaning to it (i hope i did)

i was listening to flatsound's album: hummingbird, and i thought of a music video with old video footage of blooming flowers, and warm gardens, with text in the middle. i have done this to 3 songs thus far, but i haven't done so to the rest of them. honestly, i'm not really planning on doing the entire album, but i gotten struck by wanting to get better at writing, or something like that.

there's a couple of things i'm currently proud of, but i'm able to show at least one of them. (the other ones i'm proud of is a bit too personal, due to an event that happened recently, which i don't wanna get into.) but yeah. hopefully, i'll get better at writing (and also finish some things).

things have been a lot lately, so something like this would've been needed, y'know? i feel proud for this ^.^

if there's anything i should improve on, let me know below.

(alt text for better accessibility)

[catsharky]

And on that day, Garrus learned two things: to shut up and let Shepard fight the losing battle against gravity, and a whole lotta new human swear words

Comic Masterpost

Also, while I didn't end up being able to match the vibe of the rough for this panel, I like it so much that I must share it with the world

[tyrianluda]

(dracula flow voice) the bugs are back.

(part 1) (part 2)

[couldeatthatgirlforlunch]

a day in the life where everyone tries to win reader over, maybe they heard reader mention something like how they can't stand an annoying relative asking them about a relationship over the holidays, or trying to get her the best gift?

ps i love your writing, i read it like my morning paper

A Day in Life: Christmas, Presents and Revelations

Synopsis: A day in your life full of good Christmas presents, propositions and secrets.

Pairing: Yandere!Justice League X Assistant!Gn!Reader

Tw: Implied stalking; Calling someone a manwhore; Karens in the family with traditional and conservative ideals and miserable lives; Mentions of past cheating; Mentions of past Bucky Barnes X reader; Is Hal Jordan slowly getting his redemption arc?; Slightly implied horny Reader; English is not my first language.

Word count: 2,2k

Requested? Yup.

General masterlist | A Day in Life - Series masterlist

— And it's just so annoying, like, sometimes I literally don't want to show up on these things, but I don't want to leave my mom there alone with my dad’s family. — You huffed. — My auntie’s too concerned about my romantic life, like her husband didn't get other three women pregnant at the same time she got pregnant and only married her because he would have to marry one of the four girls. — You shook your head while your co-worker laughed. — And you know what's worse? I told everyone I had a boyfriend, but Bucky cheated on me, and I didn't tell them that yet, so she's gonna think I lied and mock me like the middle-aged Regina George she is!

Unknown to you, certain people were listening, and silently, each one of them made a decision.

Your last day at work before Christmas, you were getting ready to go home, pack and take the road, when someone knocked on your office door. You looked up, seeing no other than Martian Manhunter at your door, holding a present.

— How can I help? — You hid your gritted teeth behind a polite tone.

— I came here to follow the Earth tradition of Christmas and give my loved one a present. — He stopped in front of you with a soft smile and extended the gift in your direction. You hesitated.

— You didn't have to… — You cautiously took the present from his hand.

— I also have a proposition for you. — And there it comes. — I couldn't help but overhear earlier that you were in need of a partner for a meeting with your family. — You wanted to facepalm. — I could be that person. — You sighed.

— I can't show up with an alien superhero. — You crossed your arms with a pointed look.

— As you know, I'm a shapeshifter. — You watched as he changed his appearance to look like multiple different kind of people, one moment he was a tall blonde man, the next, a black girl with braids, then an asian young guy, and so on, meaning he could look however you wanted him to. — And you can call me by whatever name you choose, even the name I adopted here on Earth… J’onn J’onnes. — He settled for his usual green alien appearance. — You widened your eyes at his confession, thinking “oh, shit”.

— Uhh…

— While you think about it, open my present, darling. — He gently pushed the present in your direction again and you, still wordless, obeyed, while mentally searching for a way out of this.

You cleared your throat and teared the paper. The feeling of destroying the wrapping paper of gifts always made you feel a little embarrassed, as if the beautiful wrapping itself was the present and you were being rude by tearing it apart. It was a silly thought.

As you finished, you found out he gave you a comic book from your favorite hero. It made you excited, but you couldn't show it much.

— Oh wow, thank you… — You coughed. — Can't even imagine how you knew it was my favorite… — You internally rolled your eyes. — Anyway, about your offer- — Another knock interrupted you, and you both looked at the door. Aquaman was there with another present in hand.

He looked suspiciously from you to the other hero and stepped forward, then focused on you.

— Whatever offer he gave you, I give you one better. Take a king to meet your family, darling. — He smirked and offered you his present. You ignored what he said, settled the comic on your desk, and opened his present. It was a necklace with charms related to the beach, like some shells, pears and fishes, all made of your favorite metal. You pursed your lips, not waiting to admit to yourself that it was pretty and you liked it more than you thought you would, just like the last gift.

— Thank you. And about your offer, I can't exactly do that. You can imagine why. — He shrugged.

— Well, you can simply take me as your completely human lighthouse keeper, Arthur. — He smirked and wrapped your shoulders with his left arm. You shuddered, thinking “God, no”. — We’ll even invite them to our beach house, darling. Right on the shore. I also have a boat. Let's impress them. — He grinned proudly, as if he was sure you couldn't deny him.

You shrugged his arm off and before anything came out of your mouth, you remembered about your auntie and her shittalking right now. She always wanted a beach house, but everyone knew your uncle prefered to spoil himself and his side-pieces than her or the kids, and yet, she felt superior to every member of the family who was single because at least she had a husband and she didn't need to work, including you.

Rubbing a beach house, a boat, and a blonde hunk himbo on her face could be nice… Even if you just offered to take only your immediate family there one day and then just pretend you broke up with him later, he and the league would still get the wrong idea.

— Knock knock, oh- What’s everyone doing here? — Flash was there and pursed his lips while looking at the three of you. You groaned internally.

— You can go, Flash, (Y/N) won't choose you. — Aquaman, or Arthur, weaved him off. Flash narrowed his eyes for a second and then turned to you, ignoring him and beaming at you, extending a gift in your direction.

— I bought you something! — You discharged the necklace behind you and took the new gift, it was a bracelet with a lightning symbol in your favorite metal. It was also pretty, you were getting tired of it.

— Thank you, Flash…

— Please, just call me Barry. — He grinned brightly. — Please ignore the stinking ugly dressed fishman and the alien still learning to act like a normal human. You can take the funny and smart forensic chemist to meet your family. — He reached up and took his mask off, you widened your eyes, at seeing his real face. Huh, you didn't think he was blonde.

You stuttered, too shocked.

— Oh God… — You thought knowing their name was worse than their faces, secret identities and all, but something about seeing a real face that was kept hidden all the time felt like a heavier burden. To make matters worse, Green Lantern showed up. — No.

— Just hear me out, please! — Everyone turned to him with annoyed expressions. — I changed, I swear! And I apologized like, a thousand times. — He cleared his throat. By your face, he knew it was the worst thing to say. — Anyway, here’s your gift. — He bit his lip while you took it from his hands and opened it with hostility. They were tickets for the next concert of one of your favorite artists, that made you feel a little bad for the way you treated him, but it didn't change what he did to you in the past.

— I… Thank you. — You were trembling with nerves at this point from all the surprises you were having.

— I heard you needed someone to bring home for the holidays…

— Uhuh.

— And your dad is a big fan of the army, right? — You blinked. It was true, but you never told them that, yet, you weren't surprised they knew that.

Where was he going with it…?

— Please, not you too.

But he took off his ring anyway, and after a moment, he was wearing civilian clothes, along with a military jacket and dogtags.

— Who better than a charming ex-air force member to present to your family? Test pilot now, I can take them flying. Actually, I can take you flying. — He winked. — Call me Hal Jordan, beautiful. — He winked and saluted you. — Also, I fought in the war.

— Dude. Just give up. They're not gonna pick you.

— I will never give up, I'm a green lantern, strong will is kind of my thing. — He looked at you again. — So, darling?

While you were staring blankly at him, someone cleared their throat.

— Be reasonable, you don't have to be humiliated today. — Wonder Woman catwalked into the room confidently. She was holding two bags from a clothes store in her hands. The amazon pushed Hal Jordan aside and stopped in front of you. She looked you up and down and smiled charmingly. — Take me with you, darling. This is for you. — She extended one of the bags to you. You took it and looked inside, then reached in and pulled it out. It was a beautiful outfit, completely on your style, and clearly of good quality. But when she pulled out what was inside the other bag, it took your attention and you looked curiously at the red wine satin dress she was holding up. — And this is what I will be wearing. — She smiled seductively. — Diana Prince, pleasure to meet you.

You couldn't help your jaw from dropping while imagining her wearing that. While some family members might not admire the sensual outfit as much, you definitely would. Secretly. Your ego would too.

Damn it, why couldn't she be more normal and less yandere?

You swallowed, looking away from her and the dress. It was finally too hard to say no, but not for the mature reasons.

At your silence, Diana’s eyebrows rose up and she tilted her head to the side, with a pleased small smile. The other men in the room groaned and started arguing loudly, but she was untouchable in front of you.

Unstoppable force, meet immovable object.

— I think I should just go home, it's getting late… — You rapidly shoved your gifts inside the bag, took your things and squeezed your way between them heroes, not even realizing how trapped you were previously, but just as you got to the door, you hit a brick wall, or Superman, as people usually call him.

You groaned and he looked at you sheepishly.

— I guess after all of that I can't offer you something much better, but I can try… — Superman took a deep breath and before you could blink, he flew away, changed clothes, and came back. One second, Superman was in front of you, the next, just a regular cute guy wearing glasses and a suit. You took a second to recognize him and understand what happened and what that meant.

Damn, who knew glasses were a good disguise.

— I'm Clark, Clark Kent. I grew up on a farm in Kansas and I work as a journalist at the Daily Planet. — He smiled shyly and gave you his gift. — I hope you like it…

You blinked and catatonically looked at the thing he gave you. Differently from the last gifts, it wasn't neatly wrapped and it had a weird shape, but by how it felt in your hands, you guessed what it was.

You expected the sight of a Superman plushie to greet you, but instead, it was a plushie of your favorite fictional superhero. The same hero from the Martian’s comic.

Well, it was cute. You would probably fall for him if you didn't know better. You held back an awed sound that wanted to spill from the back of your throat.

Suddenly, the silence was broken by all the Justice League groaning a collective and loud “GET OUT”, you looked up, confused and curious by what caused all this, surprised by seeing it was just Batman entering the room.

Huh, why did everyone react like that?

He stared at you, then at every single one of them, silently, almost disapproving, or disappointed, but then, he smirked when he looked at you again.

Batman was smirking? You flinched.

— This is for you. — He gave you a big box. It was surprisingly heavy. When you opened it, there was a very expensive and beautiful pair of shoes, something you only dreamed of having and was always on your Pinterest board. Only digital influencers and celebrities wearing it, making you jealous. But that wasn't all. There was also jewelry and a very expensive bottle of wine. You will definitely take it to the holidays to impress your family. Or maybe keep it to a very special occasion. — And there’s more from where it came from. — He reached for his cowl and your breath hitched. Never in your wildest dreams you thought this day would happen.

He took of the cowl, and in front of your was…

Bruce Wayne?!

While everyone deflated, knowing they lost, you just had to hold back your laugh, but a snort still escaped. That took everyone off for a second, including the always stoic hero in front of you, who was clearly bewildered when you couldn't hold back anymore and laughed to his face.

— You think I'm gonna show up to my family with the nacional manwhore? HA! Yeah, that's gonna impress them for the first five minutes, then I will be the dummy who’s gonna be traded for the next top model. — You shook your head, still laughing. Bruce frowned deeper. You slightly feared for your job after you bluntly called him a manwhore.

— I would never do that to you. My affairs are all to deceive the public and keep my job a secret.

— And that might be true, but my family doesn't know that! Or are you gonna tell this to everyone? Funny. Billionaires are so delusional and out of touch… — You shook your head and walked out.

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[pixelkip]

Damn I knew people were getting wayyyy too lax about covid but I didn't realize people will literally call you brainwashed for.. not wanting to spread a communicable illness that you know you've been exposed to even if you don't have symptoms yet.

Like yea I don't have symptoms and am not testing positive yet. But I live with someone who does have symptoms and is positive and have been around them enough to have definitely been exposed. And I also know that covid can be contagious during the incubation period before you even have symptoms or can test positive. So therefore I will act under the assumption I have covid and will avoid exposing other people. Because it is an illness people can suffer long term effects and die from. And you can explain this and people will think you're nuts. What kind of hell world is this.

[demonictacobeard]

Charlie, trying to cheer Adam up: Hey I know Hell can be a bit much, and we do have bad stuff happen to us but it’s not all bad! There’s parts of Hell that are just so different, and it can be amazing. And hey, your son Cain is here! He’s actually kind of a big deal, the very first overlord and all. He’s retired now and is the leader of the biblical settlement outside of pentagram city if you want to……Adam?

Sinner Adam, staring down at Charlie with wide eyes because Heaven told him all his kids chose to be reincarnated because the winner and sinner system hadn’t been set up yet until when Adam died: Cain’s here?

Vaggie, going ice cold from surprise as she sees desperation on Adam’s face for the first time: Oh shit he was human underneath all that asshole

[lets-go-hurt-someone]

Been thinking about Cazador lately. We know from the Lady Incognita lore that the Szarr family seems to have some kind of weird coming-of-age ritual where they’re turned to vampires whether they want to be or not. We know Vellioth was an even crueller master than Cazador became. Were they related too?

Was Cazador’s creepy obsession with insisting the spawn were siblings his fucked up way of coping with his own screwed up family dynamic? Was he forcing them to play act his fantasy of a family who loved and cherished him the way his real family never had, couldn’t have?

He almost certainly considered himself a kinder master than Vellioth was. I think in some twisted, narcissistic way he thought he did love his spawn — the same way sometimes an abused, damaged parent may try to love their child but with no healthy model to draw from, they end up growing into their abuser instead.

It’s hard to have a ton of sympathy for Cazador. But I do see the shadow of someone I could have sympathy for inside of him. Evil is made, not born, after all.

[sleepyc63]

artificer, collie, and para :D

story + content warnings under cut (please read them her story gets a little graphic)

CW: ‼️ abusive family, depression, disownment, alcohol, teen pregnancy, violence, gang violence ‼️

Artificer is biologically Unparalleled Innocence's daughter, but UI gave her up for adoption, and they never met. Artificer doesn't know who her biological mother is, and has no interest in meeting her.

She was adopted by King, the leader of the biggest scavenger gang in the area. She has two older adoptive siblings, Mantis and Juniper (June). King wasn't a good father by any means, often leaving Mantis to look after Arti and June while he was 'working'. Mantis and Arti never got along, and butted heads constantly, even getting physical in fights (resulting in some lasting scars). She was close with June, though she still wished she could leave her toxic household.

In her early teens, she started going out with Spearmaster. She found their company to be therapeutic in a way, feeling better about herself for a little while. That is until her father started roping her into his gang, making her do violent things to innocent creatures, and her mental health declined quickly. She started drinking to cope. Spears tried their best to care for her in her time of need, but Artificer didn't recover easily this time. One time, while she was drunk, she made the horrible mistake of cheating on Spears with a slugcat named Nomad, and had their pups soon after. Spears cut contact with Arti after this.

Her father didn't approve of her having pups so young, and especially not with Nomad (who came from a family that was very anti-scav gang). They got into a massive fight, which turned physical. In the end, Artificer's face was burnt badly, and King lost one of his antlers.

Artificer was kicked out of the house and disowned by her family. Alone, expecting pups, and half blinded, Artificer spent a long time in the hospital. She now works three jobs to pay off her debt and provide for her pups, Collector and Parasite.

She's debated giving up her pups, as it's hard to give them a good life in her state. But, she loves them too much, and the pups would be devastated to lose her.

After being fired from her retail job for theft, she found an ad for a newly opened bakery in town. She decided to give it a shot, and was hired at Gourmand's bakery. She's made good friends out of her co-workers, Hunter and Gourmand especially. She knew Hunter when she was younger, as Hunter was her old friend Watcher's younger sister. The two got along well, being in very similar situations.

Gourmand, she had known from high school, as they were in the same grade. They had never spoken to one another back then, despite the two hitting it off instantly when they met. Gourmand loved pups, and happily babysits whenever Artificer needs to work a long shift -- and the pups don't mind at all! They've nicknamed her 'Mama Gourm' after all the time they spend with her.

Artificer finds it hard to ignore Gourmand's obvious feelings for her, and even if she reciprocates, she doesn't have time for a relationship. She isn't even sure if she deserves one after the harm she caused to Spears and Nomad.

No matter what happens, she always has her pups, and her only goal is to give them a happy childhood. No matter what.

---

I did not mean to make this so long. Oops

@churrorat-art

[bitemarx]

smoke lingers

[dented-nado]

Even When The Lights Go Out

FACE Familly fic - FrUk in the background but this is mostly Arthur trying to be a good dad and Francis being the dad that stepped up.

It's quite literally a dark and stormy night, Matthew, being the child of nature that he is wants to go play outside - Alfred is scared and overstimulated and starting to spiral.

--- This started as just a short little Human!AU thing of Arthur comforting tiny Alfred during a thunderstorm and turned into a slight bit of angst of Arthur struggling to explain the idea of his mother's absence in the way that a little kid will understand. Doesn't get too deep, but the implication is there. --- ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Matthew bounced on his heels as he pulled himself up to look out the window, perched on a small stool in him and his brother’s room. 

His eyes widened at a new flash of lightning that scattered across the sky. 

“Woah! That was a big one!”

A small whine of despair came from nearby. Alfred had pulled his blanket off his bed and was curled up and pressed against the corner of the room. 

“It’s cool Alfred! You should see! Its like-”

The inevitable growl of thunder came and Alfred pressed his hands tighter over his ears.

“-Fireworks!” Matthew finished, grinning from ear to ear. “You like fireworks!”

“Fireworks make nice colors and fun explosions… not scary ones.” He mumbled. 

Matthew was already staring outside again at the rain, he looked down at the pathway below the house… so much mud, so many possibilities! Mud pies! Mud cakes! Mud sandwiches! Mud Pancakes! 

He bounced on his stool again, nearly knocking it over before leaping away from the window.

“I’m gonna go ask dad if I can play outside!” He declared with determination.

Alfred panicked, trying to untangle himself from his blanket. “No!! Mattie you’ll be eletrocutionized!!” He fell over in his struggle, only to shriek again as another crash of thunder hit and curled up again.

Matthew was already padding downstairs, finding his dads in the kitchen finishing putting the dishes away.

“Mon cher! No! Those are the nice plates!” Francis gestured wildly, as if a sin had been committed. “They go over in that cabinet.”

Arthur looked down at the white plate in his hands he was just about to put away. “It looks exactly like the other ones here.” 

Francis huffed. “No those are the cheap plates, with the hard corners, that is one of the nice ones with the smooth rounded corners.”

Arthur stared at him. “You’re taking the piss…” 

Francis flicked his wrist. “Would you just put it in the other cabinet??”

Arthur rolled his eyes and muttered under his breath, but complied and put the plate in the ‘correct’ cabinet.

Matthew came in and tugged on Arthur’s sleeve.

“Dad? May I go outside please?” He asked brightly and of course very politely.

Francis snorted then covered his mouth and pretended to cough.

Arthur stared down with his ‘really son?’ look.

“Matthew, it’s certainly not play weather out there.”

Matthew frowned. “I’ll be careful! Even if Alfred thinks I’ll be ‘electrocutionized’...”

“He’s absolutely right you know-”

“-No he’s not! Cause, I know, it’s ‘electrocuted’, ‘electrocutionized’ isn’t a word!” Matthew argued.

Arthur inhaled deeply and put a hand on Matthew’s head.

“That’s very clever of you Matthew, but what your brother is worried about is correct, even if the word isn’t. You will be electrocuted if you go out there right now. There will be plenty of mud once the storm passes, lad.”

Matthew pouted. “Awww…But Alfred doesn’t want to do anything and it looks fun outside…” 

Arthur hummed and frowned.

“How is your brother doing Matthew?” Francis asked, leaning against the counter and raising an eyebrow.

Suddenly the lights flickered and buzzed before going out entirely. 

Matthew jumped and let out a mousey squeak for joy… A long, terrified wail came from upstairs.

“...Well that answers that.” Arthur squinted at Francis in the dark and gestured to Matthew. “Would you..?”

“Of course love.” Francis put his hand on Matthew’s shoulder. “How about we go to the big window in the living room and watch all the fun weather from there together, hm?”

“Okay!” Matthew agreed immediately.

Arthur was already lighting a candle and trudging upstairs to his boy’s room. He pushed open the door Matthew hadn’t fully closed, immediately spotting the pile of trembling blankets. He set the candle down on the bureau and crouched  down on the floor near his son. 

“Alright there son?” He said softly to announce his presence.

Alfred peaked his head out from underneath, eyes wide and wet. 

“Dad!” 

Arthur knew better by now and had already sat down for the inevitable tackle-hug from his son. Even so he still had the wind slightly knocked out of him. That boy was strong, especially when he was scared and wasn’t thinking about it.

Arthur hugged his son back tightly. Simply holding him for a minute to let him breathe and calm down. 

“You’re going to be alright Alfred. You remember that counting trick I taught you?”

Alfred pulled away slightly, looking at his dad with a red face and snotty nose and immediately started babbling as he sniffled and hiccuped.

“I tried that, but then I got so scared I forgot how many numbers I counted, and then I kept getting scared and I kept forgetting and then there was a super loud one and I was scared the house was gonna fall down because it was shaking and then you’d be gone, and papa would be gone and Matthew would be gone and it’d be only me and I’d be alone and then it’d be even louder and and-!”

“Shhh shhh… Alfred, It’s alright… none of that’s happened.” He took his son’s small and slightly chubby face in his hands, trying to still him and make him look at him. “The house won’t fall down, it’s been through thousands of storms and stood strong. I’m still here, yeah?”

Alfred sniffled, obviously for a moment trying to look brave before another clap of thunder sounded and he wrapped his arms around his dad in terror again.

Arthur continued to hush him, rocking back and forth, glancing up at the sky as he did as if trying to will it to stop for his son’s sake.

Alfred eventually calmed down enough so Arthur could move to grab tissues and a damp cloth, wiping away the snot and tears on his face and having him press the cloth to his eyes.

“There you go, see? Isn’t that better?” 

Alfred nodded weakly, still flinching when thunder hit, but at least that had calmed as well.

Arthur led him over to his bed, picking up his blanket and putting it back over Alfred before sitting on the bed with him.

“Is Mattie ok? He wanted to go outside…” Alfred mumbled.

“He’s just fine lad, we weren’t going to let him do that.” Arthur reassured him. 

Alfred peaked up at him. “And you promise you're not going anywhere neither?”

Arthur almost impulsively corrected him that it was ‘either’ not ‘neither’ but right, not the time.

“Of course not lad, what has you so worried that all of us are going to disappear?” He asked, rubbing his son’s back.

“Mom did… even though she promised…” He muttered.

 Arthur stilled, before slowly inhaling and clenching his jaw. “...Ah… well…”

He chewed the inside of his cheek, trying to think. 

“The thing is… well… you know… your mother she… she didn’t…” He rubbed the back of his neck. 

Alfred really had been so close with his mother, even after several years now Arthur still didn’t know how to explain such a loss to a small child.

“She didn’t… want to leave, but ah… you know, sometimes our… bodies get worn out and our um… spirits have to go on, but you know she’s still here, even if you can’t see her.” Arthur stammered, feeling stupider by the minute as Alfred stared at him.

“...Mom’s a ghost?”

“Er, ah… well, something like that I suppose…” Arthur stammered.

Alfred sat up on his knees suddenly and stared. “But I’ve been using the monster spray to keep ghosts and monsters away!! Am I keeping mom away??!”

“NO! Oh, no, ah, goodness… that spray is ah… for the bad ghosts and monsters. Honestly they might have been… crowding her… had it not been for your help!” Arthur blurted out.

Alfred suddenly jumped up. “Really?!”

“Yes, and don’t stand on the bed please Alfred, sit down… there you go, thank you.” 

Alfred sat now directly next to Arthur, dangling his feet over the side of the bed. 

“So… mom is still here as a ghost, even though I can’t see her? So she didn’t break her promise?” He asked, kicking his legs.

“Certainly not. She’s a woman of her word after all.” Arthur said very matter of factly. “The people we love stay with us forever.” He wrapped an arm around Alfred’s shoulders and hugged him tightly. 

“So… If I stop being able to see you, will you be a ghost and stay too?” He asked curiously.

“Oh certainly, you couldn’t get rid of me if you tried!” Arthur smiled wickedly. “I’ll haunt you so you’ll never forget I’m there!” 

Alfred giggled and shoved him. “Noooooo! Don’t haunt me!”

“Too late! It’s been decided. You’re cursed to have your dad haunt you forever.”

—

Arthur shut the door quietly, Alfred finally calmed down enough to sleep, and Francis had brought Matthew up who had finally gotten sleepy while watching the storm. He crept to his and Francis’ room, sighing as they were finally able to get ready for bed.

“He seemed pretty happy in his sleep, you must have done a good job calming him down.” Francis whispered to him as they climbed under the covers.

Arthur adjusted his pillows. “Sure… even if now he thinks his mother is a ghost.”

Francis paused and flipped over in the bed quickly staring at him.

“How did you go from calming his fear of thunder to telling him his mother is a ghost??”

“I panicked…. Seemed to work though, once I assured him his ghost spray only deters bad ghosts.” Arthur turned to face Francis with raised eyebrows. “He’s… still too little to really understand… and I hate the idea of him thinking his mother didn’t love him.”

Francis moved closer to him and pulled him tight. “You’re a good father mon cher.” He hummed.

“Don’t know about that… but I’m… trying.” He huffed, closing his eyes and absentmindedly running his fingers through Francis’ long hair.

“That’s what matters.”

[im-not-just-physical]

my mother can't even raise our parrot to behave well, so why is she surprised what am I?

CW bad parenting and care of animals

with me, my baby behaves well.

He dances, he sings songs and beeps, we play a lot, we eat sweets and watch movies together.

He knows he is not allowed to bite me, shit on me or beg for food from mouth.

I taught him to roll and spin around, I taught him that when I throw him in air like Granate, he flies back and enjoys it.

I taught him to say his name and he rubs and cleans his beak in fabric after eating messy.

He loves me most from my family and he loves to cuddle and take naps with me

But with my mother?

He bites her and her bf. He shit on them and he begs the food they eat. He destroys and tears my mother's shirts and he bites her into shoulders as well.

and why?

because my mother allowed him to do so

her way of raising someone up is that when they misbehave, she beat them. But after time you get used to it so you keep misbehaving.

She told me that once Zizina bit her leg and so she slapped him. Her bf literally stomped on his head after he bit his leg.

my baby is overprotective over me even though I gave him rules and not liberal parenting nor abusive parenting. whenever my mother touches me even by finger, my baby bites her and runs to me to protect me. He remembers my mother as a bad person who does "ow ow" to others.

abuse teaches children nothing

they don't understand what's wrong. when you don't teach them rules from the start, you can't be surprised they don't follow the unsaid rules.

you should not be allowed to be mad over something you didn't learnt them. it's your fault how they behave around you.

my baby even knows he is not allowed to eat on me so when I give him for example corn, he takes it and flies on the table or next to me.

I even taught him to eat vegetables.

he didn't even want to eat seeds anymore because my mother gives him candies and human food all the time.

He is raising brat but I won't let that to happen

mother: "boohoo this parrot doesn't eat carrot even though he should"

probably because he never saw you eat carrot

with me, he eats carrots

you're just a bad "parent" to him and so was also to me

[urmultideadfandomperson]

Didn't know this man had trauma until now

[fourfoldtrap]

Family games nights aren’t the same now that Splinters dead…

[thr4shit]

Fun fact:

the reason our mother blocked us from watching SpongeBob was because she found it "obnoxious" (what she called on par with Caillou and Barney *things she found obnoxious, to be fair we also hold distaste for those shows... they never clicked with us...* ) and so she didn't let us watch it. Oh, and also apparently we did have access to it, she just hid it from us because she didn't want us to watch it.

She didn't want us to watch something because she found it annoying.

[littleyejin]

nvm !! i’ll post tmrw or sometime soon… mom kinda had a moment and i had to run away to my neighbors house !!! id never met them b4 and i was covered in dirt and tears it was kinda embarrassing LOL. anyways love u guys! =(^.^)= lets hope cps doesnt get called again ty bai