#abandonment (:

[ivynightshade]

fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am an observer, but not by choice’.

[clovelie]

i hate everyone and i wish i never made any connections to anyone

[shadowhaert]

on being left

drift, alek olsen / cheryl strayed / u.k / u.k / trista mateer / rebecca malakai / u.k / marya hornbacher / jan heller levi

[feral-ballad]

Margarita Karapanou, tr. by Karen Emmerich, from Rien ne va plus

[Text ID: “You were always leaving. I always picture you with a suitcase in your hand. I can’t picture you sitting at a desk. I always see you in motion.”]

[bleedingandbroken]

[whump-in-the-closet]

dialogue prompts for traitor whumpees

(cws in tags)

the betrayed:

"What are you doing? Why did you lock...why did you lock the door?"

"No! Stop, you can't do this!"

"You don't have to do this."

"I thought I could trust you."

"When I get out of this-- when, not if-- when I get out, you're going to wish you were dead."

"Fucker. I always knew you were trouble. No one else listened, did they? They took in your sob story and swallowed it whole."

"Oh, you're sorry? You're sorry? Why don't you run back to your master like the dog you are?"

"Fuck off."

"I don't want to hear it. I don't!"

"We should have never trusted you. We should have never helped you."

"You're going to regret this, I promise you."

the betrayer:

"I'm...so sorry."

"Its for your own good."

"This was the only way, you don't understand."

"I'm sorry-- I had to, they forced me-- please, please forgive me."

"This would be much easier for you if you just held still."

"Oh? Are the handcuffs a little tight? Do they pinch? My bad, let me just cut off your circulation here."

"This is very satisfying, I have to admit. And just the tiniest bit humorous."

"Someone gag them. They never know when to shut up."

"You really should have known better."

"Why on earth did you think I ever needed your help?"

"It was me or you, old friend. And I really prioritize survival over any relationship."

"It's nothing personal. It just had to be done."

"I may regret this, I may not. At least I'll be alive to regret it."

"You don't understand what they did to me. You will though. Soon."

"Oh shut up, this isn't even the worst part."

"I had no idea some of the most brilliant minds in the world were so... gullible."

"God, you lot were stupid. You...followed me into a basement. Seriously, what is up with that?"

[dead-core]

there are always new and exciting abandonment issues yet to be discovered

[hisenemy]

only u and me?

[loveyourlovelysoul]

It may be that if you had always been rejected by those you liked or you got to do things you really didn't feel like in order to not being left out (but still ended up alone), you may now fear being yourself and being seen for real. You may have learned from that experience that no matter what, there's something wrong in you and you may have (even unconsciously) tried to hide from others in any way you could. Maybe you also started to unconsciously either search for more people that would possibly reject you for various reasons (so that if one day you found one and they didn't reject you, you could feel enough) or you started to like people secretly, or people that are "unreachable" to you and you don't have to deal with in your everyday life, so that they could not reject you.

But there's nothing wrong in you. It's just that we cannot be appreciated and accepted by everyone (or by all the people we'd like to), and that some relationships are not the ones for us. Plus, there may also be a problem of having different outlooks and ideas coming in between, or issues that are not compatible among each others. Whatever may be the reason, it won't always be like that. Don't be afraid of being yourself, of sticking to your values, of being seen for who you are and of receiving a no. It will hurt ofc, but it doesn't mean that you're not worthy or lovable in your entirety or by the whole world: you just didn't click with that person/people and that's okay. There are hundreds of others willing and waiting to click with you. Give yourself and them a chance.

[whumpster-dumpster]

"I'm here for you."

"Oh, yeah? How long is that gonna last?"

[aventurineswife]

Hello. I was wondering if you could make a platonic Honkai Star Rail story with the reader being Jing Yuan's child and but they ended up running away to stay with their mother because they keep messing things up especially after Jing Yuan and the readers mother got divorced. it takes awhile but a few months later the reader suddenly returned to the Loufu because of some disaster where the reader had been living with their mother and Jing Yuan also wanted to talk the reader so he would finally be able to apologize to them especially after he accidentally saw the video diary they kept on their computer. (I was kind of inspired by the first episode of The Owl House season three Thanks To Them for this request but If you're not not comfortable with writing this that's completely alright and I wish you a good morning/afternoon or goodnight☺️)

“I’m sorry that I let you down”

Summary: Jing Yuan, the General of the Luofu, is faced with the aftermath of a disaster in the Outer Sector, where his estranged child has been living. After months of distance and guilt following his divorce, he arrives to find his child alive but emotionally scarred. Through a quiet, painful reunion, Jing Yuan confronts his mistakes and apologizes for not being there when needed. The two begin to rebuild their fragile relationship, uncertain of the future but willing to try again.

Tags: Dad!Jing Yuan x Kid!Reader, Platonic, Family Reunion, Apology, Guilt, Father-Child Relationship (Jing Yuan is Reader's Father), Emotional Healing, Hurt/Comfort.

Warnings: Emotional Distress, Abandonment, Dysfunctional Family Dynamics, Mild Violence (disaster aftermath), Trauma

A/N: Don't worry I'm comfortable with writing this!! 🫶🥺

Jing Yuan sat silently in his office within the Luofu, his golden eyes fixed on a stack of reports. His usually composed expression was fraught with something unspoken, something that had been gnawing at him for months. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d truly been able to focus on his duties.

The quiet hum of the room was broken by a soft knock on the door. Jing Yuan looked up, his gaze softening as the door creaked open. Standing there was one of his trusted aides, a concerned expression on their face.

"General... there's a situation." the aide began hesitantly.

Jing Yuan’s brow furrowed as he stood, adjusting his armor. "What happened?"

“There’s been a disaster on the Outer Sector. The place where... your child has been living with their mother.” the aide continued, not meeting his gaze.

A chill ran down Jing Yuan’s spine. He had not seen you in months, ever since you had run away after the divorce with your mother. You had been angry, hurt, and confused. You blamed him for the fallout, and perhaps he had been too distant to see the cracks forming in your relationship. Now, you were in danger.

Jing Yuan’s heart ached with guilt, but he masked it with his calm, composed exterior. "Prepare the Cloud Knights. We leave at once."

The journey back to the Outer Sector felt like the longest of Jing Yuan’s life. Despite the urgency of the situation, his mind couldn’t help but drift back to the last time he saw you—your eyes filled with tears, your voice accusing him of failing you. He had tried to do what was right, but somehow, all his efforts had been in vain. The divorce had torn your family apart, and Jing Yuan had never known how to bridge the chasm that had formed between you. Now, he feared the damage was irreversible.

As they arrived in the disaster zone, Jing Yuan’s heart pounded in his chest. He moved swiftly through the wreckage, his soldiers clearing debris as they searched for survivors. His thoughts never strayed far from you. Where were you? Were you safe?

Then, in the distance, he saw you. Sitting on a pile of rubble, looking smaller and more fragile than he remembered. Your eyes were wide and filled with fear, your clothes torn and covered in dirt, but you were alive. Jing Yuan’s breath caught in his throat.

"[Name]," he called softly, his voice breaking through the chaos.

You slowly turned your head, your expression cold, guarded. You had clearly been through a lot, and Jing Yuan could see the bruises of both physical and emotional scars. His heart sank.

Without waiting for an invitation, Jing Yuan approached cautiously, kneeling in front of you. “Are you hurt?” he asked, trying to hide the tremor in his voice.

You shook your head, but your eyes stayed locked on the ground. You didn’t speak.

Jing Yuan’s gaze softened. "I’ve come to take you home."

Home. The word seemed to make you flinch, and Jing Yuan’s heart ached even more. He had failed you. He had failed to be the father you needed, the one who would always be there for you.

“I know I haven’t been there for you," Jing Yuan said, his voice barely a whisper. "And I know I’ve hurt you, more than I should have. I’m sorry... I should have done better.”

You finally met his gaze, your eyes searching his face for something—anything—that might give you the reassurance you needed. But it wasn’t there, not yet.

"You saw it, didn't you?" you suddenly spoke, your voice hoarse. "The video diary. I thought you’d never find it. I thought if I just ran away, everything would stop hurting. But... it didn't. It only got worse. I couldn’t fix it. I couldn’t fix... us."

Jing Yuan's eyes widened in shock. The video diary. He had stumbled upon it by accident weeks ago while investigating something unrelated, but seeing it, hearing the pain in your words, had struck him like a sword to the heart. It had been raw, unfiltered. The child he had once held so close now seemed a stranger, their emotions raw and unspoken.

“I didn’t know, I didn’t understand," he whispered, reaching out a hand to gently touch your shoulder. "I never wanted to hurt you like that. But I understand now. I see my mistakes. And I’m sorry for making you feel like you weren’t enough.”

You didn’t pull away from his touch, but you didn’t look at him either. You were silent for a long time, your emotions swirling in the quiet space between you.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you spoke again. "I didn’t want to be alone, Dad. I didn’t want to be in the middle of all of it. I didn’t want to choose... I just wanted everything to stop."

Jing Yuan’s heart shattered at your words. How much had you suffered, thinking you had to carry the weight of everything alone?

“I’m sorry,” he repeated softly. “I should have been there. I should have been the one to help you carry it.”

You were silent for a moment, before you slowly stood up, brushing off the dirt from your clothes. “I still don’t know what to feel,” you said, voice small but strong. “But... I’m glad you came. Maybe... maybe we can figure it out together?”

Jing Yuan nodded, his golden eyes filled with an earnest hope. “We will. And I’ll be here, no matter what.”

You didn’t say anything more, but you didn’t pull away either. For the first time in months, there was a flicker of something between you—a small, fragile bridge being rebuilt, one careful step at a time.

As you both returned to the Luofu, Jing Yuan couldn’t help but feel a sense of quiet relief. The journey ahead would be long, and it wouldn’t be easy. But for the first time in what felt like forever, he had the chance to try again. To be the father he should have been all along.

And he would do whatever it took to make sure you knew you were never alone again.

[clovelie]

the thought of being replaced is enough to make me almost pass out

[post-traumatic-slaughter]

Rock doves were once our companions and prized possessions. Now we call them pests and winged rats.

[feral-ballad]

I was not the woman who breaks into pieces under the blows of abandonment and absence, who goes mad, who dies. Only a few fragments had splintered off, for the rest I was well. I was whole, whole I would remain. To those who hurt me, I react giving back in kind. I am the queen of spades, I am the wasp that stings, I am the dark serpent. I am the invulnerable animal who passes through fire and is not burned.

Elena Ferrante, tr. by Ann Goldstein, from The Days of Abandonment