#Child Verse

[little-blog-of-horrors]

Closed - Thick as thieves

Vought had treated Heli like a failure since day one. It was bad enough when she was born the birth was so difficult it killed her mother, but on top of it, the serum didn't yield the results they wanted. Helli was a healthy girl, but she'd been born blind. Not only that she didn't show any real powers for nearly a year. And even then they were weak at best, and John already proved to be ten times as powerful. Since the little monster kept killing his handlers, or 'moms' as they started calling them, why not let him have a play mate they didn't care if he crushed to death?

No one dared get too close to John however, so they opened the door and shoved the little albino blind girl inside of the cell with the five year old boy.

Heli was scared, and she still had a hard time with everything. Navigating the world in shades of grey, and black and white. What she couldn't tell them, and what they seemed to not understand was that while she was born without eye sight she had incredible other senses. For instance her hearing allowed her to use echo location.

But when she was tired, and scared it was hard to keep track. She stumbled into the cell, and felt along the wall, before she started to cry. The four year old didn't understand what was happening. So she did the only thing she knew how. She sat against the wall, curled into a ball and cried.

@hom3land3r

[hcllfirexxandxxhclywater]

🐣 ( @ BlueBelleStorybrooke, for Regina)

| I can't find the meme |

Regina hated the ball gowns that her mother put her in but she knew that she had to behave or she faced the possibility of her mother's dark magic and cruel words but she was 7 now, her birthday had been yesterday but they were throwing the party today. She was a big girl.

[applecidersstuff]

Ares cabin are the people new campers expect to say shit like "is it the time of the month?" when try see a girl mad

In reality they are the ones who will beat you up if they hear you say that, and there's a reason for that.

Many many years ago there was an incident that older campers still tell to the newcomers like a boogeyman story.

The counselor for ares at the time was 16 and incompetent. Clarrise was 10 and angry. She was the first girl in the ares cabin in 30 years and the guy had no experience with girls, so his first idea of interaction was to tell her to calm down and if she's on her period to go and wait it out, Clarrise’s reaction was.... Unexpected.

She kicked him in between the legs, hit his head against the wall a few times, grabbed him by his hair and proceeded to drag him through camp to the big house where she threw him at Mr.D’s feet and told him to explain to “that sexist excuse for a child of ares how women's bodies work” or she would “sacrifice him in the most brutal way possible in the middle of the dining pavilion.”

The guy apologized to her later and was the first person in the cabin she actually befriended.

[thatsneakymedic]

[ INTERVENE ]

(I was thinking either the night Kabuto leaves to join Root for the first time, or the day he goes searching for more power after Orochimaru is put down by Sasuke. Your call!)

[ INTERVENE ]:     sender surprises the departing receiver by intervening before they leave, in the hopes of changing their mind. (not accepting as it's old. ) @super-kame-love

"Aina..." The child gasped as she decides to get in the group's path towards Konoha. Danzo's weary eyes now stare at the emotional woman before them, was this one of the Orphanage's caretakers? She doesn't seem to be dressed for the job as a nun and she's obviously far too old to be living amongst the children as an orphan. Orochimaru recognized Aina

"Do you have any business with us, young lady? If not, then step aside and leave us alone." Danzo said in a serious tone, akin to an stern elder telling a child to behave.

"Umm... Da- I mean, Lord Danzo. Let me talk to her, she's a friend of mine." Kabuto managed to say quietly, though he still feels like the other would be mad at him speaking out without permission.

He decided to step forward towards Aina as he tries to keep a fake calm composure on his face, he knew that he had to do something quick. If Aina decides to keep resisting and try to stop them from leaving, the other two shinobi behind Danzo might end up either beating her up to the point where she will be unable to get up, or worst. Kill her because she had seen too much on Danzo's secret meeting with the Konoha Orphanage and with someone as dangerous as Danzo. He could easily cover up her death, and Kabuto could already sense it from the men behind him what they are planning to do.

"Aina, please. Let us though. I really do want to be a shinobi, and this is my only chance to get to be one. They'll take good care of me and they'll teach and train me to be strong. Strong enough that I will be able to protect you and everyone else in the village."

He swallows his spit with a bit of hesitation on his part, since it's hard for him to openly lie to her since she was a good friend to him and someone that he never wanted to hurt with his lies as well. "I'm not being forced to do this. This is what I want to do and Mother accepted it. I'm not going to be a child forever and we both know it. It's okay, I promise that everything is going to be okay. So please Aina... just let me go."

I don't want to see you get hurt...

[giulscomix]

Give this man some happiness, I beg you ❤️💙

[asktheamazingdigtalcircusocs]

Linnea's eyes are wide as she shows the sparkle on it. Her cousin goes and waves at Keiko.

Meet the new teacher

Meet Keiko Bashira-sensei.

She’s a sweet, fun-loving, and energetic 1st grade teacher who loves to encourage a fun day of learning to help engage her students in their lessons.

She used to work as a circus clown and balloon artist, so she tries to implement those skills in her lessons. She cares very deeply for her students and if they struggle, she finds fun work arounds to help them understand the lesson better without frustration.

Kids absolutely love her and her fun daily projects. Her entire classroom is decorated like a circus and kids find it magical. To her students, it’s not just school. It’s a fun new experience every day. They never know what Bashira-sensei has planned next.

Who wants to meet the class clown teacher, Bashira-sensei?

[greeblegrub]

POV you are about to experience intense crab evangelism 🦀🦀🦀

[mossgoblins]

Kinda fucked up meemaw ngl.

[plastic-pluto]

pavitr prabhakar i love you. hobie brown i love you. gwen stacy i love you. miles morales i love you. peter b parker you're on thin fucking ice but i still love you.

[cosmosluckycharms]

Bug Like Angel

pt1

Lonesome Love

You're about a year old when you're dropped off at the manor by your mother, along with your birth certificate and important papers.

She never truly cared for you, so she just left. She couldn't care if she wanted to, she could barely afford you. You sometimes wonder how life would've been if she stayed and cared and hadn't dropped you off at your father's.

Bruce didn't believe he was your actual father, he thought it was someone trying to get money from him.

After some DNA tests, it was confirmed. You were his kid.

Ever since you were little, like most babies, you needed attention.

Unfortunately in a household like this, you believe you won't ever get what you want.

Your father, Bruce Wayne, never had time for you. Always on a mission.

You would try and come up to him and talk to him and try and get him to do stuff with you, like listening to music or anything, you wouldn't mind doing anything as long as it was with your father.

You tried to read fancy newspapers you didn't understand infront of Bruce to get his attention and make yourself look smarter than you are.

All he does is walk away

Tagging along behind him was Richard "Dick" Grayson. Who was supposed to be like an older brother to you.

You would always go up to him and show off, trying to look cool to him or talk to him in general.

It never really worked.

You joined gymnastics when you were 6 in the hopes of getting Dick to talk to you.

All he does is give you a "Good job birdie!" with a ruffle of your hair which you won't complain about since that's the most he's paid attention to you since you got here.

Alfred was the only one you saw and had actual conversations with. He wasn't around as often as he would like to, but he tried his best..!

You would try and join him in baking only for you to mess it up. You thought he would shoo you away but he taught you how to do it well! He wasn't always with you though, he had to go and help your father on his missions.

You feel like you shouldn't complain about the little to no amount of love. You could technically buy anything you wish for You can afford anything you want!

All the fancy clothes and all the toys you wanted! Even your room was huge!You try and stay positive through everything, everything gonna be fine.

When you were 7 years old, Jason Todd was brought into the manor.

You half expected him to brush you off like Dick and Bruce, but to your surprise, he interacted with you!

Despite the 4-year age difference, he and you were inseparable.

He read to you every night, he listened to whatever you said, even if it didn't make sense, he would play whatever with you, and he would even take you out for walks!

He told you all about his school and despite some of the complaints he had, you wanted to go to a real school so badly!

You wanted friends! You wanted to talk to others! After being homeschooled your whole life, you begged your father to please let you go to public school.

...He said no.

You were so sad! why won't he just let you go? After months and months of begging, he finally let you go to private school!

The uniform was itchy and stupid-looking and the people there were kinda rude but still! School!!

After a week or two, you were extremely popular due to your bubbly personality and your being a social butterfly!

You had so many friends, everyone at school liked you being high energy! You loved your elementary school! You were pretty smart too, you had passing grades without even trying! Even if it technically is just an addition...

You were popular with students and teachers! Everyone wanted to play tag with you and race you to the swings and hang on the monkey bars with you and-

Everything was just perfect!

Until it wasn't.

You were 9 when Jason Todd was killed by the Joker.

You sobbed when you realized he wasn't coming back. You hated the Joker. You couldn't understand why.

Why would he do that?whywhywhywhywhyehywhywhywhywhywhywhywh

You don't have anyone to help you. Sure your friends at school exist but they wouldn't understand, you're all children, and most of them have gone through similar things. They wouldnt care.

You cried and threw up so many times.

You just wanted your brother back.

You wanted him to read you a story one more time. To talk to you one more time. To play with him one more time. To see him one more time. justonemoretimepleasepleasepleaseplease

You stopped going to school for a while to mourn. It was 3 weeks before you came back.

You were 11 years old when a new robin was introduced

Tim Drake

You tried to talk to him, you did! It's just that he looked so mad whenever you tried to talk to him like you were interrupting even while just existing.

So you stopped. He made you so mad, what made him think he could just take over Jason's legacy?!

You both avoided each other like the plague. There isn't much to be said, other than how you wish you guys could get along.

You're 12 when Jason's back. He's now also avoiding you. You don't understand why. You guys were so close, what happened?

You didn't understand, you've tried so hard for all of them, so why couldn't they just see you for once?

You're done.

You can't do this anymore.

They took Damian in with open arms. Dick got close to him immediately. It feels like everywhere you look they're all together, as a family. You're so sad. You're so mad. You're so tired.

They never cared for you. You tried so hard for them. Perfect grades, multiple hobbies you hate besides one, but it's the one thing you can't get done correctly. Electric guitar.

You're done.

hi guys its me again this is highkey buns but like idk

idk when the next chapter is cominf out isigh BUTBUTBUT im still getting used to this so hi

[thenextchapterbegins]

Memories of my childhood

Bold all that apply to your muse. Repost, don't reblog ! TW: contains mentions of abuse / neglect / death / trauma

scraped knees, silent tears in a locked room,  slamming doors,  pervasive loneliness,  a dog barking, rain on a metal roof,  flinching at movement,  the creak of an old house,  forced laughter,  wandering in the dark woods,  wondering how you made it through,  sudden loss,  trying to make sense of the noise,  hiding what you love to protect it,  trying to explain but your words falter,  invaded privacy,  confusion at the pain,  running barefoot in the grass,  wondering what you did wrong and coming up with nothing,  realizing you aren’t a priority,   grass stains on white clothing,  trying to earn love you will never have,  being threatened over the smallest mistake,  secrets you are warned not to share,  the feeling of never being good enough,  the hope things might someday get better,  grief that aches in your bones,  childish dares and pranks,  the sense that your body isn’t yours,  shame and guilt that aren’t yours to carry,  sledding down a frozen hill,  absentmindedly following snakes through the grass,  punching a tree until your knuckles bleed,  tears over every dead creature you find,  searching out small places you can hide… just in case,  climbing the tallest tree so they can’t touch you,  the feeling of something tainted under your skin,  a curious child told to stop asking,  floral dresses,  body tensing at approaching footsteps,  anger with nowhere to go,  brief escapes from the chaos,  the purr of a contented cat,  taking the blame to keep the peace,  being told you’re too sensitive,  the creaking springs of a trampoline on a sunny day

[phantomrose96]

I'm actually deeply obsessed with the tiny little anecdote Hayward tells about the god Henge and it makes me insane again every time I remember it.

You know the best god I ever met - they called him Henge. He haunted a village up north. He didn’t ask much of you. He liked keepsakes. Things that were no longer useful. Maybe you had a ring you didn’t want to wear any more because it hurt too much. Or you had a key that you weren’t going to use for a very long time, but you wanted to be able to find it again when you did. Or maybe your kid would be born with their eyes and throat shut tight and you didn’t know how to move on. You’d wrap your keepsake in green cotton, and you’d bury under a pile of pebbles in a place only you knew. And you’d make the prayer-marks so that Henge would know just what was being offered. And then one day, years later, when you were ready to pick up whatever you’d left behind but perhaps you didn’t even know it yet yourself, you’d turn and look outside your window, and the ring would be hanging from a tree-branch outside. The key would be resting on your sill. There’d be a newborn child, wrapped in green cotton, resting upon your doorstep. I never understood what Henge wanted with that stuff, but I understood the appeal of going through it. How nice it was to feel that someone had stopped to pick up the things you needed to drop.

The image about the stillborn child just stops me cold like. A child you loved and wanted and is born dead and you can't just part with, can't just accept it, can't find the way to put the work into the funeral and have them gone, forever, to nothing.

That you could put the child down and Henge will just... pick them up. Not save them. Not change what happened. Just give you time to step away. To not need to say "goodbye" to the child yet. To not have to deal, just yet. Just that one day, in the future, when you're ready, whenever that may be, the child would be back on your step for you to bury...

Hayward plays down the ring in his example of just hurting too much but, he plays down the kid too. Is that ring of your dead spouse? A dead family member? What kind of key do you need out of your possession until you're ready - or, Hayward, is this honestly just a strategy to keep something where you yourself can't lose it...? Can it be that simple?

I'm insane about Henge. I'm insane about putting a thing down temporarily, and having a god which will hold it while you can't.

[arcanewebs]

personal take on fem tsukasa

[lil-vibes]

situationship so bad the whole gang gathered lmao

[thatsneakymedic]

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Send 🍨 To Buy Ice Cream For My Muse

@frogprinceus

"Umm... thank you for the ice cream mister. But I'm not going to take it. Mother told me not to take things from strangers. You probably need to ask her, Sister Keiri, and Kanpu first. They should be inside the orphanage building. But I hope that you have plenty of more ice cream for the other kids at the building."

[kiwisofsharks]

warnings: unedited and not proofread, feral sex , pda, mating press, breeding, man handling, overstimulation, assurance

Insatiable husband who has to be touching you in some way, always have to be fucking you, always have to be cumming inside your cunt ever since you brought up the idea that maybe you want a little one of your own.

Whenever you're in public, he'll have a hand at your hips or shoulder, squeezing just enough to convey that he's holding himself back from bending you over in public.

Your husband who can't help but strip you and bend you over at the doorway as soon as you get home. Him face is immediately buried in your cunt to prep you. He had to prep you, or else you won't be able to take his cock, or maybe you can but he doesn't want to hurt you just by putting it in; he wants you to hurt from too much pleasure.

Your husband who fucks you so good even while holding back cus if he doesn't then you'll be going at it for the whole day.

Your husband who lets go of control as soon as you begged him to breed you. He's immediately collecting you in his arms to go to the bedroom. Tossing and folding you into a mating press.

Your husband who continues fucking you even if you just came, and will continue fucking you until he's satisfied and is sure that it'll take.

Your husband who is so sweet and caring with you. Cleaning you up and preparing dinner for the both of you while you slumber.

Your husband who's scared that he'll vent his trauma into his parenting and end up harming your child. A husband who just wants to do good for his family, and he will, just please reassure him.