#Trigger warning child abuse

[sirenium]

people who 'joke' about being glad their fathers beat them when met with the fact queer people exist live a sad existence. I'm sorry a teen who uses fox/foxself makes you think that child abuse is in any way okay, and I'm sorry you went through that. But yeah that's where my sympathy stops lmfao, stop bullying queer kids because you have a dad that wouldn't accept you if you explored your identity in any way that isn't the norm.

[baku-usagi]

It's so hard not to truly blossom to hate Christianity when you come out of it. The obsession with evil, and the devil and his presumed role in the behavior of children.

I grew up in a corporal punishment home.

All my friends in the church we were part of were out through physical discipline. I don't believe Christians make good parents. They treat children like objects and animals.

And now, I've found myself seeing the ruby franke case and I'm just so sick and devastated. Those poor babies. Those poor babies.

The diary of this woman calling these children possessed, tormenting them.

It's not at all suprising that she considers herself a good Christian woman.

I hope she gets tortured to death in prison for what she put her kids through.

God I hope she does. Christians shouldn't be allowed to have kids if they're going to abuse them and project their weird moral system onto them before they've even grown old enough to develope impulse Control.

Sick sick sick

[renee-writer]

Love Comes First Chapter 8

AO3

Trigger warning for child abuse

“Promise?” Her eyes are intense. Tabby swallows hard before nodding, “Thank you. I had to talk to someone but …”

 

“My da could…”

 

“You promised.” Her best mate reminds her.

 

“I know and I will keep it.”

 

That night she lays looking up at the ceiling. She can’t sleep her thoughts to heavy on what Sarah told her.

 

“It wouldn’t be telling if I prayed about it.” She whispers.

 

“What wouldn’t be?” Startled, she turns and looks at her sister.

 

“I thought you were asleep.”

“I was. Got up to pee. Came back and saw you. What’s on your mind?”

 

She shakes her head. “I can’t tell. I promised Sarah.”

 

“If it is bad enough to keep you awake, you need to share it with someone.”

 

“I am by praying about it.” Tabby argues back.

 

“Okay. Just know I am here.” Tabby smiles over at her.

 

“Thanks Faith.” Aye she drives her crazy sometimes. But, for the big things, she can always rely on her sister and her God.

 

“God, You know. Everything. What Sarah told me. I don’t know why she is going through this but, You can stop it, right? Not to be bad but why haven’t You then? This is bad, real bad. Can’t You just do something?” She sighs, “You have, aye? She told me. But God, I promised her I wouldn’t  say anything. It is to much though. Maybe I could tell da and he could help. She might be mad at me but … I got to, right? Aye, I do. Thank you God. Jesus Name, Amen.”

 

The next morning

 

“Da, may I speak to you?” He frowns at her serious tone before taking her arm and leading her into his home office.

 

“Aye Tabby. You know you can always speak to me.”

 

“I made a promise but, I prayed on it last night and I feel it is alright to break it.”

 

“A promise to who?”

 

“Sarah. She told me something. It’s bad but...” she starts to pace the room, “I thought I could help her by keeping it. I can’t. It’s to big for me.”

 

“Tabitha, whatever it is, it is alright to share with me. Children, ah, young women, aren’t  meant to bear adult problems.” He feels his heart pound. His children have always came to him for small problems. This, he knows, isn’t small.

 

“Aye, I can’t. Da, her own father is touching her baby sister. She saw him one day. He didn’t see her.” It was a relief to place it in his hands.

 

“Touching?” he needs to make sure.

 

“In a bad way, a sexual way.” It is whispered, her head down, her red hair covering her blushing face.

 

Jamie says a quick prayer before responding. “I am glad you told me,” He takes her face in his hand, “I know it was hard for you.”

 

“I promised her I would keep the secret.” Tears start dripping on his hand. He swallows hard.

 

“Promises are important but so is protection. You did the right thing, you know that right?” She nods, “There are some things you can’t keep to yourself. “

 

“She is going to hate me.”

 

He can’t deny it. “Aye but not forever. She knew they need help. That is why she shared it with you.  Do you think she thought you could help?” He waits for her head shake, “ she told you praying you would share it with someone who could help.”

 

Her soft sobs turn to hiccups. “That makes sense.”

 

“I am going to help. I promise.”

 

“I know da. Thank you.” She hugs him and hurries off to clean her face before her siblings wake up.

 

Jamie takes a seat on the couch, his head going into his hands, his fervent prayers rising to heaven.

 

“Jamie?” He doesn’t know how long he sat there in prayer until Claire ‘s voice draws him back to the present.

 

When he looks up, the look on his face draws her down by his side.  He tries to smile at her. “It isn’t our children.” He takes her hand.

 

“What is it? Or can you tell me?” Sometimes he can’t.

 

“Keep Sarah and her family in your prayers.” It is all he can tell her. She nods.

 

“Serious?”

 

“Very. I need to talk to Murtagh.”

“I love you.” She hugs him and he feels the beginning of her bump.

 

“I love you.” He gently kisses her before heading out to talk to his Godfather who is also the local police chief.

 

“Jamie lad, what can I do for you?” he can tell by the serious look on his face it isn’t simply a social call.

 

“Tabby told me something about her mate, Sarah MacDonald. Something she witnessed.”

 

He nods and opens a new page on his computer. “I am listening.”

 

“Her father, she saw him molesting her baby sister. I believe she is around six.”

 

He frowns. “Is she sure. I mean, about what she saw?”

 

“I haven’t spoken to her. It was better to report to you, wasn’t it?”

 

“Aye. Let’s go speak to the family.”

 

It is a Saturday and they find all the MacDonald’s home.

 

“Pastor Fraser,” the father opens the door, “what can I help you with?”

 

Jamie looks at him in a different way now.  The idea that he had let Tabby spend the night with Sarah now has him feeling sick.

 

“Mr. MacDonald, I am Murtagh Fitzgibbons, police chief. We need to speak to you and your children.”

 

His happy demeanor immediately fades. Arms cross. “About what?”

 

“Just to clear a few things up,”  Murtagh isn’t intimated, “may we come in or would you like to  discuss this in front of the neighbor’s?”

 

“Fine. Come in, “ He takes Jamie’s arm as they walk past, “What is this about?”

 

“Please take your hand off of me.” 

 

Sarah, at seeing them, immediately turns white and Jamie knows what she told Tabby is true.

 

“Sarah, it is okay.”

 

“She promised not to tell!”

 

“What is going on?” Mrs. MacDonald pulls her child up against her side.

 

Jane, her sister, runs over to her mam and buries her face in her clothes.

 

“Mr. MacDonald, are you going to make your daughters tell me? Or are you going to be a man?”

 

“Dan, what in the world is going on?” his wife holds her weeping children close.

 

“I have no idea.”

 

Sarah can stand no more. “Stop it dad! I saw. I saw you with Jane, what you were doing to her.”

 

“What!” His wife stares at him. Head drops as he shuffles his feet.

 

“She lies. I never…”

 

“You had her touching your penis and you were touching her too.” Sarah whispers.

 

“Daddy’s wee makes yogurt.” Jane says, her tiny voice barely heard. Nevertheless, her statement drops like a bomb.

 

“Dan MacDonald, you are under arrest for felony child molestation.”

 

“She will be okay, won’t she da?” He sits with Tabby after seeing to the family. Nelly MacDonald had fainted after her baby’s statement. An ambulance was called out and she was treated for shock. The  girls were then taken to their pediatrician to be examined.

 

Thank God both are found free of STD and any other physical issues from their father’s  abuse. To no ones surprise, it turns out that he has also abused Sarah, stopping when she started to grow up.

 

“With time. She will need your support.”

 

“If she will even talk to me.” She buries her face in her hands.

 

“She will. She is relieved. Didn’t  want to see Jane continuing to go through this.”

 

He holds her as she cries.

[reserwrekt]

I used to describe my mother's child abuse towards me as "weird and sneaky" but now I've got a better description for it now that I'm aware of what it was I was dealing with: a mother abusing her autistic child.

1) she would make me step entirely out of the warm shower water while she lathered my body, and although I'd be shivering, she'd take a long time to do it, wouldn't let me take a break, and if I cried- she hit me.

2) If I asked to try a food, she would force me to finish it, even if I was gagging or throwing up. I remember specifically the first time was when I asked to try an under-ripe banana.

3) Making food for me, badly, on purpose. I remember I told her "I don't like brown rice." But it wasn't brown rice- it was white rice that she would dump a very unhealthy amount of soy sauce into, and she would force me to eat it.

4) Not allowing me to drink anything. At first she said it was because I wouldn't eat dinner, but she would go on to regularly deny me fluids even if that wasn't a factor. She made it a rule that I couldn't drink at the dinner table until I ate all my food. My grandmother would continue that weirdly abusive thing.

5) Ripping my hair out every morning.. something I had in common with a lot of other colored girls, was my mom being ridiculously violent when brushing and braiding my hair, and hitting me if I scratched at it or tried to untighten the braid in any way. She would put the braids so tight, I'd cry, and of course, she hit me for crying. This form of abuse had left permanent evidence, as I got older, I got more and more self conscious of my jagged hairline, only to figure out it was probably because of this, and I noticed other poc girls bare the same scars...

6) Slapping or hitting me when I did something wrong on accident. I had learning difficulties and still do, but I remember when I was 4 and learning how to brush my teeth, she hit me for accidentally swallowing the toothpaste. She didn't tell me why it was wrong or if it was even actually a bad thing to do, she just hit me over it.

Other adults would abuse me in simular ways, constantly. Sure, my teachers didn't hit me, but sometimes I could feel they wanted to.. I'd get punished harder than anyone else for stupid things like daydreaming, stepping out of line, forgetting things, being late, ect... So when people invalidate my asd, it feels like they're invalidating this too.

[louiseannbenjamin72]

"I can't, I have adhd" Trigger warning, child abuse.

Those words were spoken many years ago, by my youngest sibling as a child. They still haunt me to this day. I was diagnosed myself, finally last year. Going back in time, looking at what I was like as a child, and what happened over the years… yes it makes sense that I have adhd. I was sitting here, trying to focus a little bit, and the rabbits in my brain decided to dance. I now have 2…

[rindoukanade]

what if an afterlife actually exists but it's not as peaceful as we thought? A highschool student who's life was taken after a tragic night out suddenly wakes up in some sort of apocalyptic town full of... monsters?

[neon-candies]

Happy Halloween!

Warnings for: Child abuse, emotional abuse, unhealthy relationship

Angel probably has this nightmare frequently after Annie was "born". And he probably tried to avoid talking about it at first. But it gets to a point where he can't even hide his fears and concerns. However that's a conversation for another time.

[sm-baby]

Well can we see Mei-Lyn as a baby?

[dianagj-art]

This idea got out of hand way too quickly but I have no regrets<3

Isn't it fun to think that with all the crossovers One would actually have a support system of friends that care about him?

Coin Toss Michael by @gemini-forest

Bonus!

[erinwantstowrite]

the sneak pics have me wondering why peter feel the need to keep apologizing all the time ? is it because adults used to get mad at him all the time ?

yeah he has a LOTTT of unpacking to do with that. he still thinks that because he did things like this, it gave the adults around him the excuse to yell at/say nasty things to him. peter goes into a lot of detail with Dick about his previous foster homes in chapter 15, and this time Dick knows he has to ask because Peter's response to Dick and Wally realizing he knew about the "glitches" in some way and didn't tell Dick is absolutely heartbreaking

[matutito]

i digitized this post from @nerves-nebula tm(n)t version. its been months since i last drew these guys aaaaughh

mike doods

[woaheyeradioboy]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[duskyashe]

CAMP NANO DAY 6

[chapter 4] [AO3]

(please see tags for trigger warnings)

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It was a little known fact that Bruce Wayne hadn't only fostered his boys. As one of the few above-the-board trained and highly experienced foster parents in Gotham, Bruce had actually fostered dozens of children from all kinds of situations over the years. The only kids the press ever actually found out about were the ones he legally gained custody of, in one way or another, due to stringent privacy policies set in place back when he'd applied to be a foster parent for Dick.

Sometimes Bruce is able to keep in contact with his former foster kids, and he's always happy when that's the case, but other times he loses complete contact with them and can't legally track them down again. It's those children, outside of the ones he's legally able to claim as his own, that he worries about relentlessly. But even among those kids, there's two he worries about the most.

Jasmine Madeline Fenton and her younger brother Daniel Jackson Fenton had come into Bruce's life and home when Dick was thirteen. They weren't the first kids he'd fostered since adopting Dick, but they were the most impactful. Jazz was six, her hair was freshly cut and washed, her clothes neat and a bit on the baggy side, and her backpack still had a tag on it. Danny was three, he, too, had freshly cut and washed hair, his clothes were brand new, and his diaper bag was fully stocked.

Jazz was six and her clothes hung off her frame. She had bags under eyes and didn't know how to brush or wash her own hair. The backpack she had when she walked in his front doors was the very first new thing she'd ever seen that her parents hadn't immediately cannibalized for their experiments.

Danny was three and hadn't been given a real bath in almost a year. His clothes were all either too small or his sister's hand-me-downs. His diaper hadn't been changed in over six hours.

Bruce had been so sure he was going to be awarded permanent custody of the two. There had obviously been criminal neglect going on in that household at least, it should have been child's play to gain permanent custody of them. His lawyer and the children's case manager had assured them their case was practically airtight.

The kids had only been in his custody for two weeks before the state awarded full parental rights to the Drs Fenton. Jazz had only barely started getting used to eating three times a day again. Danny had just started smiling whenever Dick played peekaboo with him. And the courts sent. Them. Back. A month later and the Fenton's moved without a word, leaving behind not a single trace. It was almost as though they'd vanished.

Dick had been devastated. Alfred was crushed. And Bruce? Bruce experienced the five stages of grief for the second time in his life twice over. For years, he had private investigators searching everywhere he could think of for the siblings, desperately hoping to find even the slimmest glimmer of hope that they were alright, that they were still alive.

Jason coming into the household lessened some of that pain and desperation, especially after Bruce obtained full custody of him, but the tension between Dick and Jason drove the lingering tension between Dick and Bruce to critical levels. Argument after argument, fight after fight, all about the same topic: Why did Jason get adopted when Jazz and Danny were still out here?

Eventually the tension exploded in one of the worst ways possible, and the family was reduced back down to three. The first six months after Jason's funeral, Bruce refused to take on any new children. He even asked the private investigators to only contact him if they definitively found proof of the kids. The pain, the grief, the guilt was just too much for him. He'd failed Jazz and Danny, and he'd failed Jason, too. He couldn't handle failing yet another child.

Then Tim showed up, too tiny and too determined to get his way. The shock of seeing the obvious evidence of yet more criminal neglect from his own neighbors drew Bruce out of his downward spiral just enough to realize he needed help. Tim was right, he had been killing himself with his work, and doing so was the exact opposite of what Jazz, Danny, or Jason would have wanted from him. He notified CPS of a possible situation he was keeping an eye on, as well as the fact that he was pulling himself back together so he'd be able to reapply to be a foster parent, and then sought the help of a therapist sworn to absolute secrecy with the help of multiple NDAs.

A year later, he was reinstated as a foster parent, awarded first temporary, then later full, custody of Tim. He fostered a pair of blonde little girls for a few nights before an aunt was found in Vineland, New Jersey, who got custody instead. About a month after them, he fostered a ten year old boy for a week before his dad regained custody. He even fostered Tim's friend, Stephanie Brown, for two months while her mom went through rehab.

And then Red Hood came to town.

Between trying to track down and figure out who Red Hood was, Bruce also took on twin eight year old boys for about five days, a fifteen year old girl for two and a half weeks, a pair of cousins for ten days, and three siblings for a night. When Red Hood was finally revealed to be a revived Jason, angry at the thought that Bruce had replaced him and missing a few key memories, it had been two years since the last time he'd heard from the private investigators he'd hired eleven years prior. After weeks of careful negotiation and peace talks between Bruce and Jason, the family of four was well on their way to being the family of five they legally were, when Bruce decided it was time to get back in contact with the team he'd left in charge of the investigation looking for the Fentons. They only had a potential sighting of the Fentons at a class reunion in Wisconsin a few months prior, but any sighting was better than what they'd had for most of the eleven years prior, so Bruce asked them to double down and see what came from it.

Two weeks later, there was a knock on the manor door. It was the middle of a torrential downpour, one of the worst thunderstorms Gotham had seen in years, yet there was undeniably someone knocking at the door. Bruce, who'd been passing through the entry hall on a late evening stroll through the manor, was the one to answer the door.

She was in her late teens, her hair was long, wet, and stuck to the side of her face, her clothes in poor repair with splotches of dark red and neon green on them, and her backpack was worn and frayed. He was in his early teens, he, too, had long, wet hair that stuck to his face, his clothes were rags and barely hanging onto him with more of those dark red and neon green splotches, and his duffle bag was stuffed to the gills.

"Mr Wayne?" Jasmine Madeline Fenton asked, voice quivering as the two of them huddled on his doorstep, Daniel Jackson Fenton's eyes drooping to half mast from exhaustion. "We need your help. Our parents are trying to murder us."

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I'm not gonna lie, it took me forever to figure out what I wanted to write today, but once I decided on this, it just wrote itself (⁠^⁠_⁠^⁠メ⁠) I actually got the idea for this fic from a prompt @evandarya had posted in the Batpham server a while back, which I absolutely loved and just had to write, so this ficlet is dedicated to them (not that they're aware of it yet lol)

Once again, I have no idea if I'll ever continue this ficlet, for my muse is fickle and likes to play favorites ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠⊙⁠_⁠ʖ⁠⊙⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯ I might get lucky and get sudden inspiration for a sequel for this, or I might not, who knows? Honestly, if anyone wants to add onto this, go right ahead lol that'd be amazing.

[ninadove]

Miraculous’ story is so deeply intertwined with the notions of child abuse and neglect that they kickstarted the entire plot.

I hate Master Fu. You hate Master Fu. We all hate Master Fu. But that doesn’t change the fact that, at some point, he was a child who was:

Abandoned by his parents so he could fulfill a mission he never chose; in the process, he was ripped from his siblings and isolated from other children, exactly like the Senticousins were.

Put through intense training — like all Sentikids, but especially Kagami — and deprived of food and rest by his guardians (Get it? Guardians?) on at least one occasion, as a way to prove his worth.

Left alone to deal with the strong negative emotions that such a treatment would inevitably stir up in a young child (his only support, his apprentice’s staff, becoming home to Feast’s amok as he yearns for companionship).

The result? Utter chaos and destruction, which led to the loss of the two Miraculous that are very explicitly linked to emotions and control. And, of course, deadly damage to the Peacock, which is what got us into this mess in the first place.

DISCLAIMER:

I am aware that the Order of the Guardians was inspired by actual religious practices in Tibet and am in no way condemning these. However the show, through Master Fu’s perspective, clearly wants us to understand that this was a Bad Thing That Happened and that the consequences continue to haunt our heroes nearly 200 years after the fact.

And haunt our heroes they do: Master Fu (who had literal decades to fix his mistake — don’t get me wrong, I still hate the guy) is forcing the same responsibilities that broke him on two innocent kids — especially on poor Marinette, who is just as unprepared to deal with them as he was back then.

The cycle keeps repeating itself.

[traumasurvivors]

I really, really hate the TikTok trend where kids/teenagers tell their mom to “shut up” in front of their dad as a prank. The reactions of some of the fathers before they realize it’s a prank are really unsettling. The rage and impulsive responses are scary honestly.

I will say I had one video I liked. The dad was so shocked that he turned to the mom and said “is she okay?” Like it was so out of character and alarming to him and his immediate reaction was concern and why is she doing this instead of rage and she must pay for it.

[tobiasrieper]