#My poor oc is traumatized

[dalittleducking]

Jewel/Janet's Toxic relationship with her Parents

TW: MENTION OF TORTURE/PUNISHMENT

For some reasons, Janet opens up to her close friends about her problems, most notable to wonderland friends (especially to Leon), but never to her family. Her. Reality. Family.

During her childhood and before she created wonderland, Jewel is very close to her parents, there's no problem merged in that time. Her father is less strict to her back then since she was at the very young age.

Until in the year 2020, when the pandemic strikes in, Her father's attitude began to change, he became more strict than before, her mother, on the other hand, changes a bit. But her father changed even more, he'll easily be mad even on a one little thing. His words were painful that causes Jewel to fear him and traumatized much, creating PTSD.

When Wonderland was created, her father began to be more hot-headed than before, even Jan's simple sarcastic words he takes them seriously. There was also a one time where he torture the poor teenage girl with his face towel.

Ever since her father's attitude emerges, Janet never apologize to him when they had a short, sarcastic argument, Before the pandemic, She always apologize to him when she's making a mistake, but now, she's no longer apologizing to him just on his new attitude.

So far, she grow bitterness towards her father, as the result, she became rebellious, cold, bitter, easily frustrated, quickly annoyed and secretive. She even keep her Wonderland secret to them.

As for her mother, their current relationship status is unknown...

[whump-on-a-string]

Based on that Ask about if it's Parish who usually patches up my blorbos. The answer is Yes.

Parish has been dealing with Dallan's tendency to run into unfortunate shenanigans for the past 10 or so years. Dallan would probably have died a long time ago if he weren't pals with/working for a very good elven doctor. Poor dude's got Chronic Whumpee Disease.

ANYWAYS. What really started it was a dinner party Dr. Parish and a half-elf friend attended at Mr. Richard's greathouse. Dallan was just the lil resident servant boy cinnamon roll who took their coats & stuff. The head maid wasn't a fan of how the half-elf friend was critiquing her methods of keeping her staff busy so she tried to play a bit of a prank on him by messing with his food that backfired horrendously and nearly killed Wolf (and littol babby Dallan by proxy because Wolf was sharing his snacks because look at him. He was just so smol and helpful and looked like he needed a lil treat 🥺)

Doctor Parish was furious.

[midnightfire830]

What role Nix has in the Villain AU??

⚠️ TW FOR BLOOD ⚠️

. . .

Soooooooooo….. uhhhhhh

I don’t think we’d want to know what would happen in villains. Cuz… it’s messy.

😏

Thanks for the ask!!!

[gjsxj0]

mindless rambling in tags don't mind me

[ierlix]

Day 1: fav oc

Finally found a good excuse to just draw OCs for an entire month here's Xielir, one of my older OCs and also my baby who wields a giant scythe bc they're cool like that 😎

[airi-p4]

🌙✨

He didn’t give her the chocolate... 

(Follows after this one )

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✨Fairy Misunderstood AU - Chapter Guide 🧚🏼‍♀️✨

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[sanbanjesse]

The royal guard

I know I’ve been really absent with my art lately, but I’m trying my best to get back on track

This one was quite the cool process, I decided to test with textures, I added textures to everything, and I think it looks really cool, maybe not perfect, but I’m quite proud of it :)

[unforgivenn]

WOLLEMI DAY 5- CAUGHT

CW: Young whumpee, Themes of captivity, a lil bit of manipulation, pet whump, failed escape attempt, future punishment mention, uhm dominant, creepy asf whumper, andd a pinch of trauma, alcohol consumption

The air was thick with laughter, clinking glasses, and the pulsating beats of music. The party’s that Dominic kept were extraordinary, only the kinds that the elite of the country got to experience. Guess, Caleb should consider himself lucky then… Dominic had made it clear that he absolutely needed him to be there to introduce his sweet pet to his friends. 

Caleb had thought about it a lot, Maybe.. Maybe someone there would see and help him! No, No.. Dominic’s friends would be no different from him. Maybe even worse…  He shuddered. He had been planning an escape for so, so long since the last time he failed. But this time there would be no failing. He knew he wouldn’t be able to handle the torture that Dominic would have in store for him. Caleb knew that there was no way he could actually run from Dominic. He had learnt it the first time.. But he needed something, something that could make him feel that he wasn’t going brain-dead under his captor and still have some defiance under him.

As the night wore on and the alcohol flowed freely, Caleb's attention turned increasingly towards Dominic. He wanted to show him off, to display his dominance and control to his friends. It was a sick game, one where Caleb was merely a pawn. He was there kneeling at Dominic’s side like a good little kitten that he was.

He noticed how Dominic was slowly starting to slur his words, how he squinted his eyes slightly to see properly and how his leg bounced up and down. He waited for a while before Dominic finally excused himself to go the washroom telling Caleb to be a good pet and stay though his speech was incoherent. Caleb looked at Dominic’s friends, all of them were busy talking with each other or just drinking. 

He finally saw an opening until he suddenly got up and bolted outside trying to find the front door, his heart pumping with adrenaline. He heard a familiar “Caleb!!” behind him though that just made him run faster desperate to get away. As soon as his hand opened the front door two figures entered blinking at him before grinning. He freezed momentarily as the realization sank in. He was pulled by his armpits by either one of them with a tight hold on him as they dragged him back to his tormentor. Caleb didn’t even try to fight, he just looked down not able to believe it. He had been so close. So close.. Then.. why..? He knew the plan was childish. That he would never be able to get away from his fate. But.. he had this small hope in him that maybe. Maybe it would work it somehow.. “Hope. It’s a child’s play.”  Dominic had once told him. The two men threw him on the floor infront of Dominic. 

“Take better care of your toy, Sinclair” Dominic didn’t even pay attention to what they said, simply swatting them away and walking towards his traumatized kitten and forcing his jaw up to look him in the eye. Oh how he loved when the spark in their eye goes away.

“Trying to slip away. Were we? Well we’ve got to make sure that doesn’t happen again right” He said somehow seeming completely sober now… Maybe he shouldn’t have tried running away..

[grimtrespasser]

New Spidey just dropped! Cyberpunk android P.E.T.E.R. from a universe where Parker Spidey dies. He hates being called Peter Parker and had a Very complicated father/son dynamic with Octavius

[dandelionmischief]

OC-TOBER Day 6 - Past 💚

I realized I actually had a wip from last year about Boris when he was young and happy. Did some line art surgery, did rest of the colors and then the shading.

[pwhale6]

does she smile or does she mouth "fuck you forever"?

oc (dolores, she/her) inspired by olivia rodrigo's good 4 u mv but also by taylor swift's mad woman lyrics

[lincolnlogsnfrogs]

it's begun.

[six-improbable-things]

Oh my god, I can't with this fucking dnd campaign. (/pos)

Warren, the gunslinger who Rook is quite close with and almost views as a father figure fucking died during today's session. PERMANENTLY. As in "truly dead and never coming back". (It's been planned for months, apparently.)

And he died saving Rook (which wasn't planned but worked out perfectly). Rook had just died (temporarily), and was on a piece of ledge that was about to crumble and fall. So Warren runs over there, pushes Rook onto stable ground, and uses his magical tarot card he's had for months to revive Rook.

The ground breaks out from under him and he falls, along with both of the bad guys we're fighting. He knows both of them can teleport, etc. so he uses a bomb that he has with him and blows the three of them up.

His last words? (before he fell) "I have to get Rook." 😭😭😭

My poor baby boy who already feels SO incredibly guilty over causing the party pain (bc of the Sigmar mess) and already hates himself SO much, now is utterly convinced that he is 100% responsible for Warren's death. Not only bc Warren died to save him, but also because if Rook hadn't befriended Sigmar, none of this would have happened.

But now, the core member of the party, the one everyone looked up to and loved and trusted more than anyone else -- the one Rook looked up to and trusted more than anyone else -- is dead.

I already wrote Rook's "eulogy" for next session's funeral, and dear god, I've written some depressing shit, but I think this takes the cake. I could write an ESSAY about what I chose to say in that eulogy, and why it hurts more than the party will ever even know.

[thieves-oasis]

okay so i have a feeling nobody is going to understand what’s going on here but i want to share it anyways. i’d be willing to explain more if anyone has questions :) here’s my fic about my khajiit Veshanna from ESO. It’s called ‘Leaving it all behind’

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“Veshanna! Stop fighting with your brother. Ubaahra! Stop giving Veshanna a reason to fight with you! Zhiss’vo, she swears one day you lot are going to summon the Skooma Cat to this home!”

Veshanna stopped her yelling at her brother and sighed after hearing her mother’s scolding from inside the house. The seventeen year old Khajiit smirked as he held his sister’s painting over the edge of the balcony that overlooked Hano’shi. It was a fairly common occurrence for Ubaahra to play pranks on his youngest sister, but after putting up with his shenanigans for thirteen years, Veshanna knew most of his tricks. In just a few moments, her brother would drop her painting over the balcony. Temporarily, of course.

Ubaahra’s dark blue eyes formed half-moons as his smile grew larger and the painting slipped from his hands, falling down towards the water that sat below the Vuvadu family house on the hills of Pelletine. Veshanna furrowed her brow for a moment before gently letting her head fall back on the rest of her wheelchair, crossing her arms and taking a deep breath.

“Bring it back up.” The young Khajiit’s calm demeanor was offset only by the look in her eyes; a look of anxiety. What if this time he actually dropped the painting? He wouldn’t do such a thing, would he? In an attempt to hide herself even more, Veshanna spoke again. “This one knows you are holding it with your rishaj (magic). Do not make her get Rashta!”

Ubaahra’s mouth formed a line and he rolled his eyes. The painting that had been thrown off of the balcony slowly rose back up, a soft purple energy around it.

“Zuub, it is no fun when you know all the tricks…” He spoke as he grabbed the painting from mid air and set it down on Veshanna’s lap. “Perhaps next time this one should just drop it completely.” He smiles and Veshanna gives a hesitant smile back as she sets the painting on the floor, both siblings knowing that Ubaahra was bluffing.

“Ma’a! Toj’do’! Ubaahra, dura Veshanna!” (Children! Dinner! Ubaahra, bring Veshanna!)

Ubaahra turned towards the open balcony door that led to the inside of the family home. He nods at his mother’s request and an idea pops into his head. A burst of energy overtakes him and he bolts around the balcony to the back of his sister’s wheelchair, racing the poor girl through the door and to the kitchen. Veshanna holds onto the arm rests for dear life as Ubaahra charges her through the halls, coming to a screeching halt once they reached the kitchen table. Ubaahra straightened out the wheelchair in the only spot it would fit (next to the head of the table) then gave his sister a solid pat on the shoulder before making his way to his sociologically assigned seat next to Ik’asha.

Veshanna took fast, heavy breaths once the ride was over, a full blown panic attack setting in from the chaos that had started and stopped so abruptly over the past three minutes. She began to focus on every small thing around her; the sounds of utensils scraping on kitchenware as her mother prepared a meal, the constant conversations between all of her siblings, and the incessant beating of her own heart. Everything began to overwhelm her and she raised her hands to her head, covering her ears and squeezing her eyes shut in an attempt to make it stop.

Noticing Veshanna’s meltdown, M’oe-ko looked to her eldest daughter.

“Yushabhi. Get the triplets together, afa.”

She tilted her head in the direction of the shaking Veshanna.

Yushabhi kept her eyes glued to the book in front of her as she raised her voice.

“Ji’sanji! Rashta! Kitchen! Now!”

M’oe-ko sighed at Yushabhi’s words and narrowed her eyes to her daughter. “This one could have done that herself.” She gestured to the hallway with the wooden spoon she had been using to make the family’s dinner. “Khi, Yushabhi. They are outdoors.”

Yushabhi groaned and left the table, returning a few moments later with Ji’sanji and Rashta, who quickly ran over to Veshanna and began a calm conversation in attempts to calm her down.

The triplets spoke to each other about their days; Ji’sanji and Rashta had spent the day outside of the house; running through Hano’shi, exploring the markets and scavenging for treasure in the caves below the town. Veshanna explained that she had spent most of the day on the balcony, painting and enjoying the sounds of nature. Ik’asha and Ubaahra were having their own discussion about sword fighting techniques while Moshkabhi continued her reading lessons with S’talrii. Yushabhi, as per usual, had her face buried into a book, not batting an eye at the chaos that surrounded the dinner table.

What started as separate conversations merged into one - the most important discussion of all. A discussion about what food was going to be brought out for the hungry and chaotic Vuvadu children.

Veshanna, now calmed down thanks to the help of her siblings, observed her family around her with a slight smile on her face. M’oe-ko walked towards the table holding a pot, the smell of a hearty Elsweyri stew following close behind. When the meal was set down in front of the family, chaos erupted once again. Most of the children began debating who had guessed dinner correctly, besides Ik’asha and Yushabhi who had guessed correctly and sat in silent victory, smirks plastering their faces as they watched the scene unfold. The debate ended and dinner began, the sound of soft conversation and laughter between bites made the dinner taste even better.

Until her father walked in.

The family went silent.

No… Not silent. They completely stopped. It was as if time itself had stopped, leaving only enough room for Viuran Vuvadu… And his daughter.

What is happening?

He is not supposed to be here.

…Why is he not supposed to be here?

Why is he here?

…Ik’asha killed him…

Veshanna’s eyes followed her father as he walked around the room, making his way to his spot at the head of the table. Once he was seated, Veshanna turned to look at her sister.

But she was gone.

There was an unlit, melted candle that took the place of Ik’asha Vuvadu.

Veshanna stared at the candle as reality hit her. Ik’asha was dead. Her eyes moved around the table. It wasn’t just Ik’asha. Ji’sanji, Rashta, Ubaahra… They were all dead. Grasping the gravity of the situation, Veshanna squeezed her eyes shut, hoping, praying to any gods that would listen to wake her from this nightmare.

When she finally opened her eyes, she was alone.

Dov… I am alone.

The room around this one is dark. The chairs are broken and the walls are painted with cobwebs. Broken glass carpets the floor and Khenarthi’s bated breath sings a song of sorrow that seeps through the shattered windows, gently hitting my skin and reminding me of what is real and what is not.

This one sits by the corpse of her childhood home. Splintered bones from what used to be a solid family, open wounds bleeding poisonous memories from the fleshless cadaver that she once was comforted by, now nothing but a heap of rotting wood and lost hope. Yet I still visit this grave expecting flowers to have bloomed from the chaos.

What a fool she is, Veshanna Vuvadu.

She was not supposed to be here. Veshanna was supposed to be sitting in her home making preparations for Ji’sanji’s burial after her trip to Scrivener’s Hall with the Seekers. But for some reason she was drawn here, to her old home. A bitter silence has followed in this one’s footsteps recently, but not here. Here she can hear the echoes of the past, as if the spirit of her happy family still lingers, calling to her to join them. Perhaps it is Namiira tricking her into believing it is her family instead, but it does not matter at this point.

Whatever voices call to her, she will listen.

“Come with me…” they say.

“I will ease your pain.”

[unoreserved]

Sooo... I made a Sonic.exe OC. BUT NO SHAME BECAUSE I LOVE THEM SM. The names are Crash and Conner (aka BSOD.exe, or Blue Screen of Death).

Crash is the AI embedded into the character, and Conner is the computer programmer/hacker that's fused together with it, creating BSOD.exe!

You can tell who is in control primarily by the eyes. Crash takes on neon green pupils, while Conner, the lil nerd, has the black ones.

I don't have all the lore figured out atm, but I'll be sure to make updates and show more art as I go :) So far, all the fun facts I got is that Conner is a big Sonic lover (AS IN FAN)

...and his boyfriend died right in front of him from a brutal car collision while he was driving... Not so fun fact, but still worth mentioning! Poor bby is traumatized, as all OCs should be 😌 /j

[loartacc]

Holds my npc bronze gentle

Poor fucker is gonna see some shit