#cw child endangerment

[mossgoblins]

Kinda fucked up meemaw ngl.

[tagintagout-au]

(. . .)

(One hit.)

(One hit...)

(One hit is all it took to bring each and every one of you down.)

(How...? Why..?)

(You can't move.)

(You can barely see anything.)

(You struggle to really feel anything, either.)

(..You're not surviving this, are you...?)

🔷️: Ngh....!

🔷️: I can't... not now....!

🪨: I can't... I can't move....

🪨: ...Sif...

(No, no, no, your allies-)

(You can't let the Star hurt them!!)

⭐️: N...Nille...

✨️: Kid.

✨️: If I were you...

✨️: I'd run while I still can.

🔨: ...!!!

🔨: ......

(You hear the sound of footsteps.)

🪨: She got out... we need to... we can still buy her some time...!

(No, please, not them, not them--)

(Just move move move move move!!!!!)

🎀: P-please, whatever you do with us, don't hurt her!!

✨️: ...I won't.

✨️: I'll give your Kid the rest she deserves.

✨️: You, though...

(the Star)

(strikes.)

(ow ow ow ow ow ow OW)

(everything hurts it HURTS SO MUCH)

(you hear the Star mutter something but it doesn't matter it hurts it all hurts)

(IT HURTS AND YOU CAN'T MOVE AND IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts i t h urt s it hur t s i t h u r t s )

(you feel a tug on the back of your head )

( and then )

[circlesuponcircles]

Trying to make sense of the view before you, you try to step back...

Only to discover the ground beneath your feet is gone.

🪨: MIRA!!!

You reach out for him as the chasm pulls you all in.

🔷️: Mirabelle!!!

🍳: AAAHHH!!

🪨: BONNIE, H-HOLD ON TIGHT!! M'DAME, GRAB MY HAND! M-MIRA--

You can't reach him.

Is this how it ends?

Siffrin isn't here.

He won't loop back.

You're all doomed.

...

At least they're the last thing you'll see.

You close your eyes, and wait for the end.

[lemon-lime-behavior]

I wonder if Sanji ever gets afraid of her daughter, and what that would do to her and their relationship. Like, I imagine he loves her very much, he would live for her (cause let's be honest Sanji's feral enough to kill for a half eaten soggy cookie), but sometimes, when the nights are a little rough and the nightmares won't let he sleep, he might flinch a little bit whenever Kuina gets near him

Hmmmm I'm not sure I entirely agree, at least not with the details here. Because here's the thing I don't think Sanji would ever be afraid *of* Kuina, for a few reasons. For one thing she doesn't visually resemble any of his siblings except maybe in the eyes but I hc that as coming from their mum Sora (so not a source of fear), and she will probably behave a bit like them but, and here's where Sanji’s other issues some in, at the end of the day she's a girl and Sanji still has this complex about girls that they're kinder and less likely to cause harm. I'm not sure Sanji would ever perceive her as a physical threat, however warranted it may or may not be.

All that being said, I do agree that Sanji will have a lot of fear surrounding Kuina but it's a bit more existential and laced with a lot of guilt and shame. "Look at what you've done to her, this is your fault, you cursed her to this horrible existence with your filthy genes. You'd rather die than be like that, is she better off dead? Oh god how could you even think that, you're a horrible father, you should be kept far away from her." Etc. Etc. So on and so forth.

If he ever does flinch away from her it'll likely be because he's afraid of hurting her through proximity, or he can't bear to look at the wrong he believes he's done to her. I do think these are problems he's aware of and is working on, though. For one thing I don't think Zoro would ever tolerate him avoiding their daughter for long and would handle the situation in as blunt a way as he is inclined to do.

[howlsofbloodhounds]

killer is going to be the worst babysitter in existence. he's gonna see a kid running around with a knife and think nothing of it.

(this post is made by a certified killer hater 🫡🫡🫡)

That’s just facts bro. Well, maybe he’d correct the way the child is holding the knife because they’re holding it wrong—need to have a good grip if you’re gonna slice someone’s throat, of course, and things like skin and bones and muscles and all that are probably harder to cut through than it looks, accounting for child’s height and weight—but other than that, he’s just gonna behave like it’s a perfectly normal afternoon.

I was gonna say “perfectly normal Tuesday afternoon” but he probably doesn’t even realize or know what day it is.

[dramaturgydrakes]

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[cynicalone94]

Demonic Possession?

In The Hard Part, it's revealed that Wes's first social worker refers to him as 'The Demon'. Here's the horrifying reason why. CW: child abuse, references to child neglect, religious extremism, a monstrously awful social worker, and a sad ending. This is hurt/no comfort and if the ending breaks your heart as badly as mine, I suggest my solution. Go re-read Chapter 7 for the reminder that this sweet little boy eventually gets the love and the family that he deserves.

Read on AO3 here.

@febuwhump

[liquorwrist]

Latent

[soulless-angel25]

Whumperless Whump Event: Day 22 Prompt- Better out than in: Nervous Stomach / Vomiting / “I got your hair, it's fine.” @seth-whumps

Fandom: Doctor Who Characters: River Song | Melody Pond

[Warning: References to child abuse and endangerment, vomiting, references to intentional harm to a child, references to intentional food poisoning of a child]

AO3 Link!

Melody leaned over the toilet, her body hurt. Everything hurt and the didn't care! They did this to her and it hurts ("When you kill the Doctor we won't have to do this to you anymore, do you understand Melody?"). They did this! Madame Kovarian did this to her, she's the reason Melody is bent over the toilet.

She's the one who poisoned Melody's food to 'build up her tolerance'. She's the one who hit Melody for not doing as she commanded. She's the one who made Melody watch as people were killed and hurt for her mistakes.

"Ugh!" more food came up and out, tears were pouring from her eyes and it hurt!

It hurt and she couldn't do anything! She wants her parents! She wants the Doctor to come and steal her away so that no one can ever hurt her again!

Melody doesn't want to be bent over a toilet as her food comes up and out because Madame Kovarian decided that this would be a good motivator. It hurts! It hurts! It hurts!

[ask-the-diamond-kingdom]

(@ask-dawnanddusk) Carefully leaning forward, Voxgatum shot Apollo a tusked grin, calm and friendly and relaxed. “Hey there, hope you’re enjoying the festival. I see you’ve brought quite the group with you! Speaking from experience, wrangling that many kids can be a bit tough, but it seems you and your companion are doing a great job. Out of curiosity, and if you feel like sharing, how is it that you came to have so many kids under your care?”

Apollo glanced to Voxgatum, having needing a bit to work out his species. However, upon putting two and two together, he blinked in surprise at what he was staring at it. "A Lugia? Oh goodness," he whispered before shaking his head and smiling. "Thank you! It's hard work, but we're doing what we can to make sure they live comfortable lives~!"

He pressed his fingers against his chin as he took a second to answer his question about how they ended up with kids. "Where do I even begin?"

(The below has some mentions death and child endangerment. Slapping this under a read more to be nice to those who are sensitive to these subjects~)

"The Eevee and Tyrogue were both found in the same village. It was called Witherford and found in the same country my frog friend over fhere used to live in. We weren't really intending to head to Witherford as we were sent by one of superiors to talk to the prime minister about business. However, we ended up encountering a Houndstone. The guy’s name was Oz. To make a long story short, he was previously a Hitmonchan that died and was given a second chance at life by the Goddess of Vices and Souls. I think Ronin said her true name was Yveltal. She’s one of the main Gods worshipped in that country…and Oz was effectively her thrall.”

He found himself staring up at the sky with a sigh. “We ended up following Oz to that village since it’s never a good sign to see a Houndstone wandering about especially when this one is the thrall of the agent of Death. I just wasn’t expecting to arrive to a village in complete ruin with a large portion of the population dying to a large numbers of feral ghosts. We still haven’t gotten a proper report of what sparked it from our feral head, but I know it has something to do with the alpha of the pack.” Apollo looked off to the side. “At least 70% of the population had died. The rest either managed to escape or ended up trapped in their homes unable to escape since those ghost Pokemon would not leave. We couldn’t call for back-up from the rescue division since we were dealing with a ticking bomb so the four of us had to focus on getting rid of these ghosts ourselves.”

“That’s where we discovered Nova and Finn. Both of them made the mistake of leaving their hiding spot when they were separated due to the ghost ferals. We were thankfully able to save them both and decided to take them in as our own kids after we took care of those ferals since Nova’s grandfather and Finn’s parents were dead. Between the two of them, Finn came off worse when it came to the trauma. I know Lewis said it took a while for Finn to be comfortable enough to be left with his tenant when we go on missions since he hated to be away from his new parents. Luckily, they were very patient when it came to him. It also helps I been sending Nova over to the same tenant so Finn could be with someone he trust.”

”Haruto the Florg-well he might be running around in his Ogerpon..we found him in Kitakami. I believe it was Finn and Nova that ended up meeting him as Haruto was very wary when it came to interacting with Pokemon. In his defense, that village he came from did take his masks and labeled him as a pest so I can’t blame him. We went through a whole mess when it came to him. I’m not going to go into full detail, but let’s say mochi zombies and dealing with four Gods at once wasn’t on our list of things we expected to deal with. Given all of that and the unpleasant treatment of Haruto, the God of Nature and Tradition as well as the God of Victory and Luck weren’t exactly happy by all of his especially when a latter has a kid.”

(@ask-dawnanddusk)

[lazywriter-artist]

Red snow

Warhammer 40k Oc Fic/writing practice

Content warning

Character death, minor descriptions of blood, child in danger, cruelty toward the dying

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The winter was cold. One of the coldest the little planet had ever seen…perhaps it was an omen.

It certainly felt like one…

A renowned witch hunter had made a stop to the little back water planet, and it was sending the young mother into disarray. There were whispers of his abilities to sniff out witches, and she feared for her and her poor son’s lives. Thus she quickly set to work attempting to hide her boy.

“Wake up my little starlight.” she crooned to the tiny eight year old, gently shaking him awake. it was the crack of dawn on the chilly planet, a light snow had began and was set to likely grow stronger over the course of the dim day. It was a strange time to wake the boy. He yawned, still groggy with sleep as he staggered to his feet. Unaware of why his mother had gotten him out of bed at such a time, before even the sky had awoken fully! She ushered her son to the small entrance way of their humble little home. Carefully helping him get on his winter garments.

“Mama?” He sleepily asked with a big yawn, rubbing his eyes whilst she wrapped his scarf about his neck “where are we going?”

She’d pause, a small and sharp inhale as she forced a brave face and a warm smile for her son “we’re going on a little trip! I thought you might like to see the forests and- the little snowy creatures you love so dearly”

She’d nod, tenderly grasping her son’s hands together as he seemed to brighten up at that, kind of bouncing a bit as he clutched her in return.

“okay mama! I can finally show you the baby bunnies Tulip had!!” he smiled as he clasped his mother’s larger hands by two of her fingers and tried to drag her along. She hesitated, furrowing her brows but kept her face from faltering into tears like it desperately wanted to.

“Yes my little starlight….” She paused for a moment, trying to stay composed, “come here“ she would pull the small shape to her, wrapping her arms around the young boy and carefully squeezing him. A sharp inhale as she kissed his little forehead. The woman would then lift his little hat her son had been gifted many seasons ago, setting it upon his tiny head. The fuzzy hat was several sizes too large for him but delighted the child all the more. He howled with giggles and a big smile, gently clasping his mother’s fingers once more as he rushed along for the door. This time the woman followed, glancing back for a moment as she grabbed a large bag and took in the last glance of her humble little house. She frowned for a moment, Fighting her own need to stay strong for the boy. Mouthing the words carefully to the picture which rested above the mantle, ‘I’ll protect him’ and with that, she shut her door for the final time.

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They’d been walking for a few hours, the sky finally awake with what little sunlight could trickle through the growing snow that was raining down over the pillowy landscape. The little boy had been ecstatic the whole way, playing and jumping through the snow as his mother hurried him onward. Each encouraging word bringing them closer and closer, before finally they’d arrived. It was the outskirts of a forest, one the small child delighted in seeing as he rushed for the tree line! Though his mother caught his shoulder and pulled him back.

“Starlight.” She began, the child recognized the seriousness in her tone as he nodded. “I want you to go find your little friend, tulip?” He’d nod to let his mother know he followed, “yes. Take refuge with her in the hollow tree, okay?”

He hesitated, but slowly nodded again, “where will you be mama?” The woman smiled, gently rubbing his face as she felt her own grow hot and tears threaten to fall.

“Oh, mama simply needs to grab a few supplies and I know how much you love the forest. Here, take your pack just incase I’m gone for a while.” The woman would direct. Her young boy nodded, obediently accepting the bag and slipping his arms through its straps as he smiled up to her. Unaware of the threat which loomed over them.

“Okay mama!! Will you make the yummy dessert I like for dinner tonight?” He pleaded with a clasp of his hands and big wide eyes. She forced herself to keep smiling as she ruffled the hat upon his little head

“Of course my little starlight, I’ll make all your favorite foods. To keep you nice and warm.” She nearly choked on the last words, her small boy’s face lighting up as he cheered. Jumping up and down as he tightly hugged his mother. “Oh thank you mama thank you!!”

She nodded, feeling her arms weaken as she gripped her child. It hurt her heart, she didn’t want to let go. Still, she pulled back. Placing yet another kiss on his forehead she rubbed his cheek with a weak smile “of course darling. Now run along, mama has lots of work to do.”

He’d nod, waving goodbye to his mother as he bounded off to explore the woods and find his little friend tulip! His mother stood there at the edge of the forest for a moment, tenderly reaching out for her boy as he bounded off beyond the trees. Simply standing… watching…

And there, she wept.

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In a moment she was gone, as fast as her legs would carry her, she couldn’t lead him to her son. No- no she couldn’t let him get to her boy. The man- no. No man, he was too- disgraceful to be a man. The thing perused, the man’s voice boomed. Declaring her a heretic and a witch, who feared the emperor’s justice, as the men who road beside him howled his echoes. The thunder of hooves was all she could hear as they gave chase, she knew she couldn’t keep it up for long. Her legs could only go so far in the thick snow that blurred her vision and made her boots heavy as lead. She wouldn’t give up. She couldn’t. Her precious son, he needed her. At least…that’s what she told herself so she could ignore the growing pit in her stomach. This looming dread that deep down she knew, she could only run so fast.

A cry of pain left her as she felt one of the men strike her, she was plunged into the snow as she tumbled to a halt. Panting for breath, she watched the well dressed man dismount, stalking to her as she gripped her now bloodied back of the head. Big tear filled eyes looked up to the man as he sneered down at her. “Now then little witch, why don’t you listen to my proposal?”

He crooned with a smile as he took a knee before the woman, clutching her chin with his gloved hand. “You tell me where that boy is, and I’ll think about not turning you BOTH over to the black ships to be killed for the golden throne, no matter how honorable such an undertaking would be for the likes of you.” He’d smirk, proud of himself and the venom his words held. The woman stared up at him, shaking as she looked at his face with its loathing of her and its smug grin. Shivering she opened her mouth to speak, the inquisitor smiling further assuming he had won.

“I hope the emperor has a special hell planned just for you. So he can show you how far you’ve fallen from his light.” She snapped at him, a sneer formed on her lips. The hunter, clearly taken aback by her words, just sort of froze. Taking her opportunity she lunged forward, a balled fist hardened with all her rage and all her might slammed into the man’s face. He screamed with agony as a loud crack came— when he recovered? He gripped his now broken nose “why you—“

He was unable to get the words out as she delivered another swift blow to his center of mass, causing him to double over in pain. She took the opportunity to run, trying to make her escape for the tree line.

“KILL HER!” The man demanded as he staggered to his steed. His field roaring with excitement as their own mounts rushed off. She had put up a fight but he would not let her live after such an injustice, he would see to it she was put down like all her kind deserved.

The woman could feel her adrenaline pumping, her heart racing as she pushed her body to limits it couldn’t recall ever reaching. She had to make it- had to survive for her boy! Continuing on and on she kept pushing- she was almost there almost to the tree line! Almost- oh darling little starlight! Mama was coming baby and she wouldn’t let you-

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The world almost seemed to slow to a halt as the first shot came. A loud thundering crack from a gun, followed by wail of agony. Several more rang out, white fluffy earth was slowly stained a deep crimson. No more sounds came after that, nothing but the harsh rustling of the cold winds which carefully churned the planets surface. One of the other men would carefully approach the hunter who clutched his gun. He’d lean into the leader, a low whisper slipped from his throat

“My lord, shall we find the boy?” He inquired as the other bed shifted and watched with anticipation. The howling wind sounded more like a battle cry than the unbiased force of nature it was, calling to the men.

“Yes.” The hunter finally uttered, a hand slowly raising before the field had a chance to run off. “But, I want him alive.” He would instruct, slowly lowering his hand. With that, the men raced off on the backs of their steeds wailing and bellowing as they searched for the boy. The hunter however waited. Holding back and slowly approaching the woman. He dismounted, stepping over to her as he used his foot to nudge the lifeless body to face the sky.

“Oh don’t cry,” a cruel smile pursed the man’s lips as he knelt down, cupping the woman’s face as she gasped for air with the last bit of life she had, “your boy will make a fine apprentice, so I may teach him of the emperor light and to hate heretics like you.” His voice was barely above a whisper as he leaned towards the woman. Horror struck her face as she gave a rattling call, and tears rolled down her face. The hunter showed no sympathy, smiling wider as he nodded, Slowly rising as he watched the life leave the woman.

“A very good apprentice indeed.” He echoed as slowly he mounted the steed and set off for the woods, and the howling cries that echoed through it.

There was much work to be done.

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[joannes-journal]

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*Tape Begins*

*Her voice is more hoarse than last time and it almost sounds like she's been drinking and crying. Her accent is thick.*

Hey, it's me again. Uh...I got thrown off of a cliff over the waterfall... Landed on my back pretty hard, now my hip's actin' up. Too young to experience sciatica, right?

*Awkward laughing*

I think I died again or blacked out or...somethin'.

I just kept seein' cult-lookin' shit in the abyss I was stuck in.

And there were eyes. Followin' me around everywhere.

...

And I saw Dakota.

God, Dakota.

Where do I begin?

Dakota was standin' in the center of a circle, starin' distantly at the ground in front of him.

He was missin' his arms below his elbows, lookin' like they were ripped off. And he wasn't bleedin' blood. It looked more like a thick, inky, black substance. The flesh of his cheeks was torn open and his jaw unhinged.

His eyes were sunken and dull, and his skin was a sickly pale, almost grey color. He had this...he had a fuckin' crown of nails diggin' into his skull.

Kids shoes and socks were missin' and he was standin' in a puddle of his own blo...ink...?

Kept sayin' "JOIN US, MOM. HE WILL PROTECT YOU."

I dunno what the other members of Observer's old group had to go through. If it was anythin' like this...I just got so much more respect for Thousand Eyes.

If not...what if it's because Dakota's a nephilim?

What if?

*She trails off and starts crying, which turns into sobbing. The sobbing eventually breaks off into the occasional cluster of hysterical laughter. This lasts for about 10 minutes before the tape cuts out in static*

*Tape Ends*

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[tagintagout-au]

🧩: Hey!! Hey Mirabelle!! It's MY turn now!!!

🎀: Hehe, hi, Chosen One!

🧩: I wanted to say! I am PROUD of you!! Yes, you!!!

🧩: You did a lot! You're a real hero now, like me!

🧩: Now it'll all go back to the way it was! Back to normal!!

🧩: But hey, I'm sure your friends will come back to visit you some... time....

🧩: ...!!!

🧩: ...W-wait, something's- something's not right-

(...?)

🧩: Mirabelle- I'm sorry!! I'm sorry!!!

🧩: There's no way we can stop it now....

🧩: You have to go back!!! You have to go all the way back to when everything started!!

(...!)

(The air around you, it- it feels weird...)

(You can faintly taste caramel.)

🎀: Agathe, what're you talking about? What's happening!?!

🧩: I'm sorry, you thought it was over--

🧩: Something's broken! Failing!! Rotting!!!

🧩: I should've noticed, should've told Claude--

🧩: Ahh, I messed it all up!! I messed it up!!!

(You feel a tug at the back of your head.)

🧩: It's my fault you have to go through this!!

🧩: I- I just hope that one day...

🧩: You might learn to forgive

(YOU FEEL A TUG AT THE BACK OF YOUR HEAD.)

[circlesuponcircles]

You've been walking through these twisting, endless halls for a while, now. The second floor seems to be stretching itself further and further, as if the House was trying to keep you away from something. Once a home, then a prison of familiarity, and now an unrecognizable labirynth.

Isabeau has picked Bonnie up for their own safety, after they almost fell into a hole that was seemingly caused by reality being ripped at the seams. Just thinking about what could've happened makes your stomach twist.

....Is it just you, or have you not encountered a sadness in a while?

Well, it's not exactly surprising. Nothing could survive here for too long. Even a sadness could easily fall into one of the bits of pitch black, and-

🪨: FINALLY!

Your thoughts are interrupted by Isabeau yelling out, knocking you out of your zoned-out state. You very quickly see the cause of this sudden change.

🔷️: Gems alive, how long did this take? All for just one door...

🍳: This place crabbing sucks.

The entrance to the third floor stands before you.

You work the door open...

...And see something you cannot describe.

[asktrainerzoroark]

(cw for child abuse and endangerment below)

[howlsofbloodhounds]

It's canon that no portal can get into the Omega Timeline and only by going through a door while thinking about it can you enter

So. What if Nightmare wanted in?

(Art by @/nyublackneko creator of Mafiatale in a collaboration comic with @/dokudoki creator of Core Frisk)

What if Nightmare pointed an empty gun at Frisk? Even if Frisk knows it's empty, it's still a gun, and they still have PTSD. Nightmare can't shoot, and wouldn't if he could. But while pointing it at Frisk, he could ask how to get into the OT

While I doubt Frisk would give the information to Nightmare... under these circumstances, I can't say for sure, there's many ways this could be handled

But it's more to show that Nightmare will use people in vulnerable situations and if they aren't in one, he'll make them into one

Also as a bonus here's how they calmed CF down in the comic (LINK TO COMIC)

Poor Frisk. I’d like to think they wouldn’t, but they are a child with PTSD and in a stressful situation. Someone should beat Nightmare up.