#cw child harm

[nekropsii]

HAPPY 4/13!! Here's a partial Alpha Troll Lore Iceberg to celebrate, as asked for by fans and followers!!

All information in here is completely true, and this isn't even everything I could think of off the top of my head!! Have fun perusing, and I hope you learn a thing or two!!

[umahumahumah]

brave it out, this is only the first step of becoming the best boss of all time!!!

[owostrich]

i know that in the isat ageswap au Adult Bonnie is the one who steps in and loses their eye to protect Tiny Kid Siffrin but tbh i feel like there's potential for Siffrin to still be the one to step in to protect Bonnie

like. Adult Bonnie is about to be hurt by a sadness. Kid Siffrin panics and moves in front of them at the last second & takes the blow. now Bonnie has to deal with the fact that a kid is bleeding out in front of them & oh change their eye--

and now when the party gets to new towns and stuff ppl instinctively look towards them like. that Actual Child is wearing an eye patch. why does that child need an eye patch. oh no

like. there's potential there.

[lavendernlilac]

So do we... do we ever get to know what other Big Event caused more Big Trauma for Grian a d Pearl in the Strawberry Lemonade AU? Or do you have plans to unravel that thread in fic form?

it’s something I’d like to unravel in fic but I have no idea how I want to do it yet ;-; I can talk about it here though !!! anyone who follows this blog will have super secret insider knowledge <3 I’m gonna put it under a read more because it is a bit dark and leans kinda heavy in some light horror vibes???

so uh. content warning for religious trauma (the vibes of it are there), horror elements, and child endangerment. whoopsies

mkay so! big traumatic event. one that really threw grian’s life off course….

so it’s no secret that grian, pearl, and jim grew up in a very religious household. their father was a pastor and a follower of the watcher religion. pearl is the oldest of the three, and as a child she was probably the one that took to following the watchers faith the most?? they all went to events and what not and were involved thanks to their father, but pearl was involved with it the most

grian didn’t really care? I think he did what a lot of young, curious kid do and he asked questions. and he asked too many questions. he def got in trouble with his father a lot. add in the piece of him seeing the dead and… hoo boy

he had very weak abilities when he was young. most of the time he’d see a shadow of movement, and it was extremely rare. and then his mother passed and he could see her. she tucked him into bed. and grian did what many eight years old do, and he talked about it. he told his father and siblings that he saw mom, that she tucked him in and kissed his forehead, he asked where she was. it wasn’t the first time that he had said something like that, having mentioned a strange shadow or humanoid figure before. it was all brushed off at first

but then it just kept happening. grian would constantly tell pearl that he saw their mother, or that she did something. pearl pretended to play along, as if she truly believed him. privately, she turned to her father and other members of the church and expressed concerns and well. it wasn’t taken well

I think in watcher belief, ghosts and the like are viewed as generally something not good?? bad omens, harbingers of death and negativity, that sort of thing. so hearing that grian was saying all this stuff was extremely concerning to them. they thought that maybe grian had an attachment, or worse

at ten years old, grian’s father and a few other church heads try an exorcism on him in the study and it goes So well (it goes horribly, horribly wrong). the only thing they manage to accomplish is getting grian stuck with an attachment, and ripping the lid off of his abilities. his abilities would’ve remained weak and non-obtrusive had they been left alone. however… that did not remain the case

pearl (12) and jimmy (8) were instructed to stay in their father’s room while this was happening, but pearl was very concerned about her brother. she told jimmy to stay put, and she snuck off to check in on grian. she saw nearly everything through a crack in the door, and it was horrible. grian looked like he was in so much pain and he was scared. it was enough to shake pearl’s belief in everything of the watchers and things going forward were very bad

grian was stuck with an attachment for a short amount of time, only being saved because his mother used her own self to get rid of it. in doing so, her soul fizzled out, leaving grian truly alone with nothing but his fear of the things he constantly saw. there was no off switch

it put a very large strain on his and pearl’s relationship for long time. he stopped trusting her with his secrets, and stopped talking to anyone about what he could see. all of this is the reason he studies the paranormal now, as a researcher. because he wants to understand that world and everything about it

and well… it’s partly why scar was so scared to tell grian the truth. I don’t think grian has told scar about the attempted exorcism, but he has mentioned the attachment and different paranormal interactions he’s had that have haunted him

so yeah. big trauma for grian and pearl :’)

[slow-burn-sally]

Something I hadn't considered about The Terror and the Franklin Expedition before reading Ice Ghosts: The Epic Hunt for the Lost Franklin Expedition by Paul Watson. We think of the Arctic as this insanely unpleasant and forbidding place for Franklin's men, while the Inuit felt relatively comfortable and safe, with their igloos and well designed suits, gloves and hoods made from thick animal hides and furs. In reality, while the Inuit were many times more well equipped to survive comfortably in the Arctic, there were still bad winters where lots of Inuit people lost their lives due to starvation, and extreme, cold-related illnesses. Some winters, it got so bad that they would leave their newborn children out in the cold to die of exposure because there wasn't enough food to feed another mouth. The Arctic wants everyone dead. The Inuit understood this intimately, and respected it, whereas Franklin's men did not, but the cost of their understanding was profound.

[rwac96]

DB: R&R - History of Ranch, Part 3 by IsabellaFaleno

(source: deviantART)

[too-many-rooks]

Thomas Levin as David in 'Those who Kill' (2011)

(CW for Children in peril, child harm.) These ones definitely make me feel... a little icky. This scene is chilling and that kid is a convincing actor (I've actually trimmed some of his reactions), but I think this scene is still fascinating, especially with the Yassen AU lens I've been applying to my explorations of the Thomas Levin Extended Universe.

Anyway, Alex the blonde kid survives and goes back to his dad (played by Kim Bodnia from Killing Eve)

[briannafrostgirl]

Campaign memes, pt 3!

In honor of us having played this campaign for a truly mind-boggling 4 years without missing a week

Credit to my whole group for being incredibly funny on the cards one

[happy-mountain-goats]

OH MY GOD I JUST REMEMBERED shoutout to the random man on the street who barked with me and my co workers after we were delirious and overwhelmed after seeing our student get hit by a car at school!! (she's totally fine now) we were all teary eyed and numb and being dumb as hell and barking on the street and he just joined in and said have a nice day afterwards, humans are actually so good sometimes

[skygodtraumabond]

I've been working throughout the day to get Hoenn evacuated and let me just tell you something point-blank:

The shadow sky has claimed lives. It will claim yours if you are not careful. Do not be a hero if you're not equipped to be one.

I've seen flocks of Swablu drop from the sky. There's a wild Zangoose in here that's half-burnt alive. Flesh and bone adrift in the craters. It ate through a child. I watched him breathe his last breath. The screams...

Is this what you wanted?

[nekropsii]

Do you have any thoughts on Equius

Equius is a fucked up kid who has done a lot wrong, but he is still a kid. He reads as a startlingly real portrayal of a pubescent autistic boy with an unhealthy and shaky grasp of his budding, overwhelming sexuality, with a concerning amount of influence from the internet. He is the result of adults failing him, and exposing him to hardcore fetish porn at an age too early. This is a real kind of guy that exists. A very common one, who I have met, like, at least 40 of.

Like Eridan, he feels like a kid stuck in a pipeline — except instead of the alt-right pipeline, it’s fetishism and hypersexuality. He feels like a pretty solid example of how getting involved in NSFW spaces online as a child can both deeply fuck up your sexuality and completely destroy your perception of what consent is, and what is and is not okay. He doesn’t have a grasp on boundaries whatsoever, and while this manifests in ways that are quite honestly horrifying and uncomfortable — like constantly projecting his Caste-Play BDSM fetishes onto nonconsenting, unsuspecting individuals, and… The things he did to Aradia — I cannot help but view him as an autistic boy having a rough time of puberty who got groomed through the internet over-exposing him to pornography at an early age. He’s deeply sympathetic to me from that angle. Again, I have met this kid. Homestuck is fantastic at presenting characters that are exact archetypes of real people you have known, be it personally or not. People you would have either been close friends with in middle school, or terrorized by in a random chat room on the internet. Maybe they were even you! There’s a complete nonzero chance someone is reading this who has played the role of Equius in their youth, who is totally fine and healthy now. And if that’s true, and this describes you… I’m proud of your growth!

Back to Analysis- His ardent Hemoloyalty is fascinating, also. I’ve written about this before, but there’s something compelling and very realistic about how his bigotry comes from a place of deep insecurity, rather than pride. I find bigotry coming from insecurity to be more common than it coming from overt pride. Many fictional bigots have such a genuine ego to them, a fine layer of paint labeled Badassery, when for the most part real life bigots are total losers with nothing better to do than worry about… Where someone was born, or how much melanin they have, or what’s in their pants, or whatever.

I get why people don’t tend to be fond of him, but the disquieting parts of his character are both very deliberate choices and also shockingly… Earnest, in a weird, Hussian fashion. I’ve never quite seen a character with his traits get portrayed before. He’s easy to work with, analytically speaking, you just have to be willing to stick your hands in the uncomfortable muck that is messy teenage sexuality. Many aren’t willing to, which is fair! But many also mislabel his uncomfortable traits as not intentionally uncomfortable, or simply a product of Hussie being weird and wrong and having bad opinions. This… Just blatantly isn’t the case. Sometimes fiction isn’t comfortable on purpose. Big whoop.

I think Equius could’ve been quite a fine person, had he been given the room to grow up. He’s like Jake to me in the sense that he’s one of the only characters I genuinely wouldn’t mind seeing expanded upon more, provided he be taken seriously, and not completely sanded down.

Alas.

[laikuh]

idk why this is aggravating me so much, and i don't want to be misconstrued as if i'm saying all work that depicts harm is fine, that there's no limit to what should be normalized or accepted in public spaces, etc. etc.

but reading comments saying that there should be a limit to what we let artists get away with or saying the paintings of castrated bloody toddlers playing with their own body parts, is an admission of guilt on the artist's part.

really? there's no possible other interpretation to glean from depicting wounded children? the author most definitely painted these images because he's sick and reveling in the subject matter? there can't possible be a single other reason to commit those images to canvas? no one could possible relate or connect with the content matter?

people say borremans' art is ~chilling~ so they don't want to think about it. like, my fellow in christ, is there possibly not an invitation in that feeling to examine why someone would want to inspire that in the first place?

idk. idky i care, like i said, i'd never heard of borremans before today. i just get exhausted with people's unwillingness to deal with that which makes them uncomfortable, or who decide since THEY can't handle it, anyone who can is a fucked up deviant with no morals.

[rotteneldritchhorror]

Fuck the account that genuinely reblogged a video showing a BEHEADED CHILD?????

I get it, forcing someone to confront the reality of a genocide is gonna be uncomfortable, BUT YOU DONT NEED TO SHOW A BEHEADED CHILD TO GET THAT ACROSS.

[ammoknightsofficial]

Going into the Spyke tag at any point in 2016 and immediately getting flashbanged with Bad Things Happening To 11 Year Olds like

[deadbnnuy]

PDSAF Chapter 1, Pierre Von'belle

Dave stood before the carousel, thin hands clenched into tight fists. Jack gave him a light nudge, to which he flinched.

"Awen'tcha gonna go get on? It doe'thn't even work anyway'th." Jack said impatiently. Dave felt his face become hot with embarrassment. He wanted to impress his friend, but that thing...

"Uh.... r-right... yeah..." He swallowed the lump in his throat, before approaching the carousel. It's cracked wood panels had peeling paint down the sides, and the three remaining horses on it were in varying stages of decay.

The first was mostly intact, missing its eyes and a front leg and baring flaking white paint and a scraggly mane,

The second being just its internal robotic skeleton and a tail,

And the final being just the head and back support on the pole. Dave stepped up onto the platform of the carousel.

In place of where the other wood horses would stand lay only the poles that supported them.

Dave stepped up onto the carousel platform and looked into one of the mirrors on the side, hesitating, before grabbing a hold of one of the empty poles and looking down at Jack, giving a false, cocky grin.

"See? I ain't no coward." He said with a smirk. Jack laughed, "You're shaking wike a weaf up there!"

"Am not!"

"Awe too!!"

The boy's laughter was interrupted as the carousel's lights came on, and with a jerky clunk, slowly began to rotate. Dave put both hands onto the pole and held on for dear life. "Shit-!!" He exclaimed before looking for a way to get off.

Just as he was about to step off, a crackle from the speakers startled him, then the music starting up slowly, distorted and breaking.

"LEAVING SO SOON?"

"Who--!?" Dave looked back at the center of the carousel where the mirrors were, but instead of his reflection, a man with slicked back salt and pepper hair and a proper suit stood.

"ITS BEEN QUITE SOME TIME SINCE I'VE HAD VISITORS."

Dave's heart was beating a million times a second, the hot lights of the old machine and the fear coursing through him made him sweat profusely "I-I need to leave- my dad's waitin'--" Dave attempted to weasel himself away from whatever was going on, but was interrupted,

"YOUR FATHER? WE MUSTN'T WORRY ABOUT THAT AT THIS POINT, DEAR BOY!"

The rotation of the carousel slowly increased in speed, Jack watched in horror.

"Dave what'th going on up thewe!?" He yelled up. "I don't know!!" Dave yelled back down, before looking back at the man in the mirror. "Listen-- Mr. Miller's waiting for me I can't be here anymore, please--"

"MR. MILLER? HENRY?" The voice blared over the crackling, dying speakers.

"Yes, he's my dad..." Dave said nervously as the speed of the carousel continued picking up, he wrapped both hands tightly around the pole as he tried not to lose his balance.

"HOW UNFORTUNATE."

Dave watched in abject horror as the face on the largest central mirror distorted, mouth stretching impossibly wide, eyes melting down the face.

"IT SEEMS YOU MUST DIE."

"Wh-what!?"Before Dave could protest, the speed of the carousel increased rapidly with several clunks below the main platform, and it began to spin at such speeds that when he looked out at Jack for help, all he saw was the rapid motion blur, he began to feel nauseous.

"DO YOU KNOW WHO YOUR FATHER IS, BOY?"Dave didn't respond, looking around and trying to find an out to leave.His attention wss grabbed suddenly as the lower wood paneling in the central support were broken down, two mangled, twisted arms slithering their way out and trying to grab at his ankles, Dave screamed in horror and attempted to kick the hands away while still holding onto the carousel pole for dear life.

"YOUR FATHER IS NOT WHAT HE SEEMS, HE IS A MONSTER BEYOND OUR COMPREHENSION."

Dave released a shrill screech as his ankles were grabbed and he was yanked away from the pole, the only thing keeping him on the carousel were the cold, mangled hands gripping him.

Jack ran over to the dusty controls for the carousel, eyes scanning over for something that could stop the infernal machine. He grabbed the emergency stop handle and pulled hard on it.

The brittle metal snapped off at the base, and Jack pulled the detached metal lever into his face, injecting an immediate sharp pain in his nose, and causing warm blood to trickle down his lower lip from his nose. He gave a soft grunt of pain and fell back.

"YOUR FATHER HAS DONE AWFUL THINGS, BOY. HE KNOWS HE WILL BE PUNISHED, AND HID ME WELL. TODAY WILL BE HIS RECKONING."

Dave desperately grabbed at anything to hold onto, and managed to wrap a hand around the base of one of the poles that once supported a wooden horse, but when his hand made contact with it, his sensitive skin was met with harsh, agonizing burning, the metal was red hot. He immediately released it with a gasp of pain.

Jack felt helpless as he watched this, his friend was burned and--

Jack had a sudden idea.

If that metal was hot enough to burn Dave, that meant this thing was overheating.

"I DO HATE TO BRING A BOY LIKE YOU INTO THIS, IT'S NOTHING PERSONAL, I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW"

Dave stared in horror as one hand released his ankle, he was only held by one now. "P-please- you can't!!"

"OH BUT I CAN, MY DEAR BOY. AND I SHALL."

There was a sudden pop and crackle from below the carousel, and in a moment, flames engulfed the bottom of the machine, and a horrible screech emanated from the speakers. Jack had thrown gasoline into the open panel on the bottom of the machine. Dave laughed. "Good work, old sport!--"

Suddenly, Dave's ankles were released, and in the blink of an eye, he hit the wall across from the carousel hard, the air forced from his lungs, and his arm twisted behind him painfully as his reflexes forced him to try to brace himself. He slumped to the floor, cradling his arm.

The screeches emanating from the machine slowly died down, as it set ablaze, stopping in its tracks with the dying clunk of machinery.

Jack ran over to Dave and sat next to him. "Awe you okay dude?" He asked worriedly, brow furrowed. "Uh... y-yeah..." Dave said, trying to ignore the pain in his arm. He stood up and looked up at the carousel. He and Jack just stood next to eachother, watching the fire slowly engulf the dilapidated machine, killing whatever the hell was inside. Their expressions were nothing short of horror.

The door to the basement opened, the concerned voice of Henry spoke, "Boys? Are you down h--" He stopped in his tracks as he saw the flames, and the two boys, one with a crooked arm and a raw hand, and the other with a crooked and bloody nose.

He rushed over and knelt down, wiping the blood off of Jack's face and tried to examine Dave's arm. "I told you not to come down here, what has happened!?" He asked in a panic, fretting incessantly over them both.

Dave stared at Henry, he wanted to explain, but he couldn't. Not after what just happened. Henry did something to this thing, somehow, he had to have. What even is this thing? Why did Henry have it?

Dave opened his mouth to speak, but only a horrified whisper escaped.

"Dad...?"

He established eye contact, brow furrowed, eyes wide.

"What did you do...?"

[lucylyall]

Inktober 25: Dangerous

Pretty dark one, sorry about that. The number of dangers I worry about seemed to increase exponentially the minute I had kids ...