#Toddler abuse tw

[wisteriasymphony]

there's a lot of good torture nexus ideas for tweosdrien but I think a very neat one that i don't really touch on often is having him need to take a protective role over a little kid that reminds him of himself before all of the really nasty childhood sexual abuse started. he would project his own desires for a better childhood onto that toddler so hard it'd be insane

[furiousgoldfish]

This is going to sound incoherent to those who haven't been told over and over they're monsters or demons or animals as children, but I need to write it down.

It was often I would be told that I was some kind of evil creature and not a child, as a justification for abusing me, and I wouldn't have any kind of response to that, because how do you combat that? How do you respond to a parent or a family member calling you a snake and a swine and satan? I would get frozen in doubt and start to internalize, that I must be non-human, I must be evil and fundamentally wrong and demonic in some way, because I couldn't find any argument against it. After all, these people were saying it so surely, so filled with rage and righteous justice, that I was non-human, that it was not only okay but necessary to hurt me, and it's all I've ever known. And I still get flashbacks to those moments when I would be told stuff like 'you should have been strangled to death the second you were born', and I freeze. It hurts. I can't reason with hatred like that.

It's only today my brain finally found some counter arguments to it.

Was I born to a human being, or to an animal? If I had been an animal, I would have been born to an animal mother. And she wouldn't hate me like you do. Even if I was a baby snake, there would have been no need to torture me, I would have been normal and natural as a snake. But, even as a child, I had arms and legs, it was obvious I wasn't a snake.

If I as a demon, how would I be born into a family of humans? Wouldn't it be shown in the color of my eyes, or my skin, or my actions? Have I been displaying anything but normal child behaviour? How would anyone be able to tell I was a demon, if I was born to humans, acted like a normal human child, and had never done acts of irreparable evil and sadism? What made me a demon then?

If there was nothing but evil in me, why was I in so much fear and pain all the time? Is that how evil-doers feel? Why was I too scared to do even normal, mundane things that other kids fearlessly did? Why was nobody afraid of me? Why did people feel comfortable hurting me, cornering me and attacking me, if I was so dangerous and malicious?

It was painfully obvious that I was a human child from the start. Calling a human child demonic is not normal, it's not well-intentioned, it's not for the child's own good. It's cruel and vicious. And it wasn't based on anything inside of me. You saw a child you wanted to hurt repeatedly, and making the child believe they're not human was the simplest way for you to get away with it. Why did you need to hurt the child repeatedly? Even if you believed it was something else, an animal or an evil creature, why did it give you pleasure to hurt it over and over again? Why would you intentionally corner a small creature inside of your home and cause pain to it? Did it give you pleasure to see fear and tears? Did you enjoy it so much you just had to keep doing it?

All small humans are the same, they have small little limbs, they're squishy, they're sensitive, they get spooked and scared easily, they like playing brave to make themselves feel stronger. There's no reason to corner and torture one, and call them evil for that. I was the same. I was acting brave but I was small, and soft, with little limbs, easily spooked, easily brought to tears. What was in you to want to break me? What was it worth to you to do it?

You could have picked any child for it, and it wouldn't have made any difference. I was just what was in the house.

[dragon-queen21]

Toddler regressor Dabi + cg hawks hcs

requested by anon

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~First of all, Hawks is the big brother caregiver of all time. And he has a really bad habit of getting attached to regressors. Sue him, their all his fledglings now, blame it on quirk instincts. He’s a little bit clingy, to which Dabi while little absolutely adore the extra attention.

~Half the time when Dabi regresses it’s due to Hawks being just an absolute goof and sending him into headspace.

~Kiddo wants to chew on his caregiver’s feathers, they look like candy to the toddler regressor. Hawks instead bought him a little chew pendent in the shape of a feather after realizing for the umpteenth time that trying to explain to a mentally two year old the concept of germs and not putting everything he saw in his mouth was not going to well

~Kurogiri has to step in when it comes to meals because Hawks can't cook for the life of him, and will in fact feed the little one nothing but fried chicken if he's not stopped. (Though tbh I could live off fried chicken and nothing else, so would that really be such a bad thing...)

~It's not possible for hawks to be their every time that Dabi is small, despite the hero wanting to be.

~A lot of times Dabi regresses super late at night and their isn't a single chance that Hawks can come get him. Whether it's due to his handler, or the fact that the hero is trying to catch up on what little sleep he can, already out on patrol, etc.

~Little Dabi doesn't get it, thinks that he's being ignored and replaced just like he was as an actual child, especially if he sees Hawks on tv. Dabi normally is going to go and burn down the commision headquarters because of how little free time Hawks has outside of heroics and training

~Hawks can't handle melt downs. At all. Dabi has quite a few of them, whether trauma related, or simply trying to push every single one of his caregiver's buttons that he possibly can.

~The hero is just to much of a push over, and blames himself far to much if his little one is upset. Spinner or Kurogiri usually deals with temper tantrums and someone has to comfort Hawks that he didn't do anything wrong.

[bungeepuppet]

you know... ive never once thought that illumi was tortured or beat or whathaveyou into acting the way he does, i genuinely believe hes just always been Like That whwbwhw

[kronoose]

more thougths on the eldrich toddler au

john and scratch get time out a lot for fighting each other generally over who Arthur likes more

arthur is very good at changing the subject when asked about his favorite kid

its a near weekly occurrence that something gets destroyed by eldrich powers let lose and at least once a month they have to figure out wtf lillth shape changed into

scratch is the first to go down for naps this is them trying to avoid accidental possession of dennis this has happened atleast once which lead to

charlie offering to use his detective abilties to fuck up dennis's father arthur asked him to wait until it would be less suspicious

Arthur refuses to wear glasses at work his last pair was broken by john and the pair before that Dennis by accident both times he will wear them outside of work

Faroe is alive and well she attends a fancy ass daycare that is not mainly populated by eldritch horrors (Daniel pays for it behind Arthur's back)

Shub-Niggurath is a kid who graduated up to elementary and no longer attends the preschool which is why Kayne says she died

Kayne and John are both hyperfixated on the piano

[stressed-and-fucked-up]

I have such a love for inanimate objects. Especially for stuffed animals and dolls.

A lot more than I have for humans.

Guess what happened to me in my childhood.

[twist3dserenity]

it’s funny.

I remember my childhood.

I was starved, beaten, abused and so lonely.

I only had my sister for comfort.

only dvd’s, vhs’s, music players to keep me company.

I was so filthy and dirty.

my room was a disgusting mess.

I love my parents but why…

why did they put us though that?

why couldn’t they see from their own broken, hurt lenses that we were in pain?

why now is my childhood trauma starting to effect me?

why now do I realize how bad it was?

[shanie]

You know what's fucking brilliant?

[fuck-you-im-the-president]

“STOP HITTING ON MY HUSBAND!!” dude stop HITTING your husband 😭🙏

-⭐️

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[chaosdisorganized]

It amazes me how trauma from like infancy and toddler age, from before long term memories can even be formed, can still effect me to present day. A lot of my mistrust in doctors stems from medical trauma that happened in infancy and toddler age. I only know about it because of stories I've been told, it's absolutely disgusting imo how careless these doctors were when I was just a little baby. The first incident the doctor was so dismissive that I nearly died. The second incident caused me to lose my hearing because doctors did a common procedure improperly and fucked up my eardrum. Thanks doctors, I hate you. I don't even remember you but I still hold that resentment. I can never hear like an able bodied person because of what you did. I will continually have heart problems for the rest of my life, which would've been the result regardless but I almost died because of your carelessness. People give doctors too much credit imo. Idk I'm probably biased because of my experiences but I don't understand how knowing these facts could make me build any kind of trust with doctors.

[april-the-fan-girl]

I think maybe people need to hang out with toddlers more because it will make you understand that children who have been abused are still simply children.

[vyrulent]

not me raging rn because my shit ass uncle who has been estranged for 15+ years came back 3 years ago and has squirreled his way into the will has called a family meeting to talk about how my grandfather's land should be divided up.

last night, he told me my opinion was on the low end of the totem pole and held little weight. like I'm the one that's taken care of my grandpa since I was 17. I put my life on hold. I took a shit job to make sure I could leave at the drop of a hat if something went wrong. I took him to the hospital in the middle of the night. i've taken the cussings. I've taken the shit being thrown at me when he goes into a tantrum. and he has the audacity after not showing up for nearly 2 decades to dictate how shit should go and who has the weightier opinion.

so needless to say, i left for the first half of the "meeting" then came home, took a shower, and now hiding in my room. my brother didn't show up either because he knows our uncle is trying to fuck us.

[stabby-apologist]

I’ve been watching piercing fails on YouTube for a few months now, and as you probably can guess, there are quite a few vids out there of baaaaad impulsive decisions people have made—

But I SAW ONE TODAY THAT CAUSED MATERNAL OUTRAGE FOR ME:

If you’re a parent and you take your one year old baby to a Claire’s so they can force a blunt earring into their nose to make it a nose piercing, you’re vile and you really need to sort out your fucking priorities because honestly, what is wrong with your fucking head? I’m aware of the controversy about babies and earrings and when or if you should get them done, etc..

That isn’t the argument here although I have my own opinions about it.

But if you’re fucked in the head to either not know enough about piercings and babies or you just don’t give a damn about your kid, but maybe you shouldn’t have had children at all. Like what is wrong with you?

Now you’re one-year-old baby has a fucking hole in their nose, which by the way is too small for a fucking earring to go through it all blunt like because you went to a fucking Claire’s where they decided to be more irresponsible than they already were.

YOUR ONE YEAR OLD BABY DOES NOT NEED A FUCKING NOSE PIERCING.

[thedepressedweasel]

The LGBTQ+ community: *aims to bring love and acceptance into the world to make sure kids will be loved and cherished for who they really are*

Conservative idiots: AAAAAAHHH!!!!! GrOoMeR aLeRt GrOoMeR aLeRt GrOoMeR aLeRt!!!!1111 DaT'z ChIlD aBuSe!!!!11111 ThInK oF dA cHiLdReNz!!!!11111 ArReSt AlL gRoOmErZ AAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!11111111111!!!!!!1111111one!!11

The Hollywood Industry: *actually exploits and abuses kids for profit because greed*

Conservative Idiots: Eh, not my problem

[theladystrikesagain]

anyone who is disagreeing with this has not seen the full extent of what is posted on AO3.

I want to agree with the sentiment that fiction isn't reality & people are allowed to utilise taboo subjects in order to full explore themes or ideas, or to critique aspects of society in an especially confronting way (e.g. Lolita showing through Humbert praying on Lolita how perverted rich men will, even to themselves, intellectualise their depravity in order to keep praying on kids with a clear conscience). but OP is right. people are not doing that. pretending otherwise is disingenuous.

AO3 currently doesn't have a limit for how young the minor in your posted story can be. The vast majority of written erotica websites have a firm boundary against content featuring kids. Why is there written sexual content on AO3 that features 6 year olds? Why is there a writing tag for specifically little kids, designed so that you can easily find those works VS those featuring older kids? These are written purely to titillate both the author and their readers. You don't get to act coy and start talking about differentiating fiction from reality when people rightfully call you a fucking pedophile.

i think when someone replies to the thought of "your triggers don't get to determine the kind of art other people make" with "maybe not pedophilia and incest though" maybe they are not talking about the controversial novel "lolita" or anything else with "dark themes that may make you feel uncomfortable" and are in fact talking about the people online that write thousands upon thousands of words about fictional kids being abused purely for fun and pleasure. like i dunno. uncomfortable themes have a place in something with good writing, sure. but maybe i'm tired of seeing this fucking "let people write what they want to write uwu" type bullshit post every other day, even if the OP means well. no one on fucking ao3 is vladimir nabokov. let's be honest

[sguidwards-bestfriend]

Young Old Things

I like the thought of a deaged Dan causing a misunderstanding between Danny, Vlad, and the batfam.

TW: sexual assault hinted at

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Danny, Dan, and Ellie go to see Jazz in Gotham. They've been waiting to "visit" her for weeks since she moved out. Only waiting for her to get a big enough place for all of them. Danny already said he'd share a room with Ellie and Dan, especially now that they found out if she is her true age she'll start to stabilize more permanently with Danny's ecto. Plus, having Dan be the same size helps, or so she says (he might be desperate for a new family and Ellie is trying to help, Danny and Jazz never bring it up in front of him).

The Fenton parents don't know about Danny being Phantom, instead believing that some big ghostly event caused Danny to have a ghost daughter.

And that he tried to clone himself mixed with a ghost to use that body to stabilize her. They may be proud of their scientist son, they are not proud that he won't let them experiment on his ghostly "creations".

Of course they are entirely wrong:

Ellie is one of Vlads' attempts to clone him, the only one that survived.

And Dan is an amalgamation of Danny and Vlad from an alternate timeline. He doesn't know why he's keeping that from his parents. He owes nothing to that scumbag, but Jazz says many victims try to keep their abusers safe from facing consequences. Before Dan was deaged, and much before he met the Fenton parents, he'd pointed out that he'd be scared who his parents would have chosen to believe too.

Jazz gets a full ride scholarship with Gotham U, the Wayne's new massive donation to the psychology department, as well as her well written letter about being the head of her home, helped immensely.

She felt bad using a slightly blurred version of their story to get a good scholarship, but Danny pushed her to go for it.

Hence her, Danny and his 3 year old "twins" were at a gala for the university.

It was being held in the museum after closing hours. The invitation she got had specified that her brother was invited, each with a plus one.

They couldn't exactly get a babysitter for two super-powered toddlers in the city known for hating metas. Besides it wasn't like they had time to get dates anyway.

The night started out fine. There were scholarship students, student council members, some Gotham U staff, and a few rich folk mingling and eating tiny foods that both Ellie and Dan adored.

Ellie fell asleep in Danny's arms almost the second she'd finished eating, and Dan was overly protective of the both of them as always. Of course the dense crowd and constant noise wasn't helping calm him down.

A Wayne, he wasn't sure which one exactly, had brought Danny a plate of food and sat with him as he tried to distract Dan. At first Dan didn't care for him at all, but he mentioned reading about the constellation on Dan's shirt and he loosened up. He never let go of Danny's pant leg though.

The night turned sour when all three's ghost sense went off. There was no immediate threat, but even the Wayne kid noticed them tense and turned to the hallway.

Dan was the first to spot him. "Vad."

"Bad?" The man mimicked.

"He has trouble with his Ls."

"No! I can say Ellie." Dan huffed, poking the side of her sparkly green shoe.

"Vlad, the guy that walked in." Danny said, decidedly looking down into his daughter's sleeping face, squished into his shirt and drooling.

"Vladimir Masters?"

He nodded, before he could continue however Dan spoke up.

"He is bad. He's the reason I was born. And Ellie too." Dan put himself in front of Danny, his little legs going over Danny's feet like a guard dog.

He could see the Wayne's hands tighten into fists, he tapped the inside of his wrist a bit and watched as he squirmed in his seat.

"Hey, Tim." Another dark haired light eyed Wayne and a girl came up to them. "Who's this?"

"Danny, these are my sibilings. Dick and Cass. Guys, this is Danny."

"Hi, nice to meet you Danny. I'd shake your hand but it looks busy." He gestured towards Ellie. As his hand swept nearer, Dan tried to swipe it away. "Oh, and who's this."

"I'm Dan. You can't touch Mommy." His little face contorted into his best toddler attempt at scaring them off.

"I would never do that. No one here would." Dick said as he crouched down to be eye level with his son.

"He would." Dan pointed at Vlad, all three turned to look at the man. Before anyone else noticed, specifically Vlad himself, Danny pushed his arm down.

"Don't point, it's rude."

"He's a rude butt." Danny laughed softly and Dan continued. "It doesn't mater that I'm half of him, I'll never be evil like him." He yawned and laid his face on Danny's leg.

"I think that's enough signs that we should head home. Thank you for talking with me, Tim."

"No problem, it was m-"

Dan grabbed around Danny's legs and whined "I don't wanna gooOOOooo. I want more of the tiny hot dogs."

Danny looked up to see Vlad infront of the food table. The Wayne sibilings followed his gaze "I'm sorry buddy, but-"

Tim stood up, "I'll get you guys a whole mountain of the tiny hot dogs. Why don't you guys wait for me at the door." Ever so softly he heard Tim whisper, "Go with them." To his brother.

"Where are your things? I'll help you get ready." Dick looked around like he didn't know where the coat closet was. He'd probably been to events like this hundreds of times, but Danny appreciated the sentiment.

"Their stroller is at the entrance, I have to get my sister though."

The girl who hadn't said a word hummed and went off, "Cass can find her, I'll help you and we can meet at the entrance."

"Alright, thank you."

It wasn't until they had both kids in the stroller with their coats on and Dan had a bottle of milk (with a lot of ectoplasm in it) that Danny realized he'd never mentioned who his sister was.

Dick waved towrds the end of the hall and saw his sister and the two Waynes he'd met walking with Brucie Wayne himself.

Jazz looked down and pat Cass' hand. "Thank you for getting me."

"Danger." Her voice was soft, but she didn't seem shy like he had expected.

"All four of you seemed to get along well with my kids. Would you like to come by for dinner next week?" Brucie asked as he looked between the four of them.

"I'd love to!" Jazz said enthusiastically. "Would Tuesday ight work?"

Danny could see the gears start to speed up in her head and he huffed a little. "Jazz, I need to get them in bed."

"Right, of course. Thank you again, for everything."

"Tuesday night works perfectly," Brucie Wayne said with a massive smile on his face, "we'll send someone to pick you up. Have a good night."

With that they walked down the ramp and down a few blocks to their two bed room apartment.

"Jazz," She looked over to Danny, "I think they know more than they are letting on."

She lent over the stroller a bit to check if the kids were asleep, before adding, "I agree, I think there is something up with them, but I don't think they're bad."

"Dan was okay with them mostly, and Ellie was fast asleep even with then around."

"I guess we'll just have to find out, then. Besides, it would be good for you to make friends your age and not at the car shop."

"Yeah, alright."