#devorce tw

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me and my friends were talking about how lamperts mark and wallters child of devorce let's go mark and wallter parent hcs + general hcs

sorry if primarily mark whoops

lampert is scared of grey stuff but gets some for wallter whenever he sees it in stores

mark is the dad to take you to home depot and keep you there for like two hours as he looks at tools

mark also thinks that home depot is better for building things and lowe's is good for home appliances so it's usually a four hour trip to both and the only break lamp gets is going to the light isle

mark promised chipotle after

anyways back to wallter, wallter takes walks with lampert and observes all the concrete he can find

wallter lives in a city and mark lives in a suburb and it's a thirty minute elevator trip between both of the households

mark FUCKS UP a grill autism be dammed my wooden mannequin can grill

he can't cook for shit aside from that though he goes to the family dollar frozen food isle for everything

wallter can cook really good I wouldn't be surprised if he had some sorta food related degree alongside a architecture one

mark and wallter have a shared enjoyment for HGTV and house hunters

wallter watches hallmark movies and eats up the copy and pasted plot every time it's a guilty pleasure and by proxy of being in the room every time he has one on lampert can tell exactly when the final conflict is about to happen (1hr 35 mins)

anyways those were my headcanons I do give credit to @/verae for the lowes thing

[digenerate-trash]

🍒 🍌

🍌 what is one talent you wish you had?

I wish I spoke another language- like any other language I think it would be cool but I don't know if it's a talent- more like a skill.

Cut off for trauma I guess??

🍒 what is your earliest memory?

My very first memory is moving my dad out of my mom's place after the devorce- I was pretty small but I'm holding a little box and handing it off to my dad. None of us are saying anything. There's just this weird sadness.

[its-my-whump]

Whumpril 2024 - Day 22

Stoicism breaks

@whumpril

Tw: gore and fight

He was a calm person, nice, a man of little words. He kept to himself, but not in an unsympathic overly pride way. It more seemed, that he was fine with himself, not needing to prove anything, nor to himself, neither to the world around.

He was a tall young man, normally build, even though, one could only guess, under his casual, but professional clothes. His long brown hair usually in a ponytail. Even though his boss didn't like it, he had kindy denied to every cut it or speak about this topic ever again. Their normally chatty boss was muzzled, probably for the first time in his career.

He was treating everybody with kindness and respect, he was a calm person, people liked to be around, mostly in silence.

But some days his knuckles were slightly red, not only his female colleagues recognised. The rumours were going from an allergy to bathing himself in bleach. They repeatedly came to the point, that this even-tempered man was working here for 2 years and yet they knew nothing about his personal life.

Stories, situations and impressions were compared. So someone had seen him vanish in the restroom with a sudden nosebleed, another one had too. Maybe he was fatally ill, but he usually looked too healthy. One or both ears looked slightly swallon some days. Those few days, he was wearing his hair open. The frontdesk lady had added, that his nose must have been broken. Somedays his smooth movements seemed a bit sore. Maybe despite the hours, he was probably working one or more other jobs, people discussed. His clothes were fitting for his job, but nothing fancy. Maybe he had a family or was devorced or needed to pay a loan shark or had a bunch for children.

The speculations were piling up, so that colleagues started to throw him hidden looks and paint their own little colorful picture of who this man really was.

Little did they know.

×××

On a fridaynight Freddy went out with his buddy for some beers and watching an event, his friend kept quiet about. It was a tiny door in some backstreet, even going there felt spooky and kind of illegal. Through a hallway and under the critical eyes of a security guy in front of another door, they entered. It was a large room, bright light in the middle, the audiance was gathering around, the rest only dimly lighted. It must have been a few hundred people, happily cheering and chatting. Everything smelled like beer and smoke. Freddy was a bit smaller than the average, so he needed to pass the crowd to see, what was going on and were his buddy had dragged him. Parts of the audiance were shouting, what sounded like encouragement or disappointment.

"What is this?" Freddy asked his buddy, while a beer was put into his hand. The other man just smiled and started to make their way towards the middle of the room. Freddy followed.

×××

The fist had landed between his ribs and pressed all air out of him with a huff, but he was fast enough to tense his abs, so his opponent's fist must hurt like hell too. Blood was rushing in his ears, his head was spinning a bit, being tightly pressed together by the headguard, but couldn't take all the brunt from the hits he had already caught.

He blocked the next swing to his face by raising his left arm. Sweaty skin and tense muscles of both hit hard against each other. His arm felt numb for a brief second. A second too long and the opponent's other fist smacked against the cushion above his jaw right into his right cheek.

The punch hit hard and fast, it felt like his teeth came lose, when his head was painfully smacked to the side. The impact swiped him of his feet. The bloody taste in his mouth was newly refreshed, as he bite down more on the biting piece.

During his fall, he managed to kick away the other man's shin and both ended up on the matt. His shoulder bumped into the ground and disloged a painful grunt. But the motion of the fall gave him enough to roll to his side and take his rival into a chokehold, wrapping his legs around the bigger man's body. The skin above his shin, where he kicked out the man's leg was dark red already. Both were grunting and struggling. Entangled, they wiggled on the floor for a bit.

Usually, his eyes didn't leave the cage during a fight, but the pair of eyes, that was staring at him from the other side of the fency in fear and disbelive got his attention. They were almost at eyelevel.

×××

Freddy's buddy had dragged him right in front of the brightly enlightened cage in the middle of the room. Every step closer, he started to realise, what kind of an event his friend had lead him to. They found a spot right in front of the fence. "THIS! Is bloodsports!" His buddy happily called out, opening his arms and swinging his beer in a gesture to present the picture in front of them.

Two tall man fighting an ugly sport in a cage. He could only see them from the side. One was a bit more muscular, older, his nose bloody. Red in his face and on his naked chest. Both bodys covered in sweat, he could see tense muscles moving under skin. The bigger guy landed a decent punch between the other one's ribs. Freddy almost jackknifed more than the thinner fighter did. Air audibly left the man's lungs and the grunt was carried over the cheering crowd. The following left block, forearm against forearm looked as if both of those arms should have been broken instantly. But they didn't, the impact only made a strong, hurtful sounding 'thud' and they went on.

The next punch to the thinner, defently a bit younger man, made Freddy actually close his eyes refexively. That definitely hurt, his stomach flipped, but he prayed his eyes open again, just to see them both bump painfully hard into the ground.

How did he do that?

This man's ears must be ringing and he must be seeing starts by that strong hit to his face and yet he made the other one fall as well. The matt on the floor didn't look like it was very comfortable at all, or that it could do more, than to stop their fall, as would do the naked floor.

He was sure the smaller fighter was done, when that big fist made his head snap to the side. But now, there on the floor, he got the upper hand again and wrapped his long legs around the guy, that had at least 15 lbs more muscle than him.

Freddy's reservation and fear were pulled back by curiousety and astonishment. Suddenly he realised something familar in the man's face. The headguard was making it hard to see.

Hah, maybe his colleague had a twin-brother, his head joked silently. This man really looked like him, but never could this fighter and this calm, silent, well-balanced man from work.... their eyes met through wire-mesh.

The recognition in the other man's eyes was all what he needed to confirm. Freddy just stared into Andrew's eyes, not believing that this fighter, covered in blood and sweat, holding an even bigger man in a chockhold on the ground, could ever be his colleague from work, professionally dressed, kindly refusing to participate in a lunchbreak with the others. Never!

Andrew's eyes lit up and his lips parted a bit, revealing a bloody biting piece and an disturbingly happy and confident smile as he saw Freddy.

"Holy fucking hell!" Freddy yelled out, as his head finally pitched it together. "RIGHT! He's a beast, isn't he!" His buddy laught at Freddy.

"Yeah and an account."

My masterlist

[shys-critter-cage]

reminder to all my fellow christians that devorce is okay! if you’re being abused or cheated on or your partner walked out or anything else just split! God says its okay! Please remember that!

I found my way to a bunch of christian womanhood blogs or something (idk honestly) that talk about marriage and stuff and they're all so sad to read because there are so. many. people. who just. appear miserable in their relationships

And specifically, so many people have relationships that are completely fucked over by the idea that Men and Women are fundamentally different in their "roles" and in their needs and ways of communicating those needs.

Like they straight up can't communicate with their partner like a person and work out what is best for both of them and what they both want because they're only allowed to need and want certain things within their Gender Roles

Also, the idea of consent is just not taught to people w/in this brand of conservative protestantism and Christian ideas and advice about sex is just horrible to read because of that

Like i saw one of the blogs recommend this book and i went to amazon and looked at the little free sample thing and

like. if you don't like sex, don't have any. If not having any isn't an option, your partner is a rapist.

Not that the women that post advice to others on these blogs care about that.

The noise that left my throat when I read this was not human

[kivng]

hi hi, everyone! it is me again, hades... and today, i present to you my second character: ahn kyung, your local horror enthusiast! with a few issues here and there because why not, right? he’s a poet and author of horror books, and he’s also struggling a little to fit into the publishing industry... he’s a writer, not a businessman! anyways, click here to access his stats page, and here to access his biography ( tw: fire, death, anxiety, substance abuse ). the wanted connections page is still a wip, but here’s the link anyways. under read more, you’ll find a tl;dr of his biography because i know... it got way too long and i’m so sorry... 

tw: fire, death, anxiety, substance abuse.

he was born in a very disfunctional family, which resulted in his parents devorcing when he was still a toddler because papa couldn’t keep it in his pants; he got another woman pregnant.

after the divorce, he had no contact with his father because his mother was that bitter about being cheated on; so he grew up without a father figure.

his mother taught him how to read very early on, and how to write as well, since books were a huge part of their lives. his mother was a writer of fantasy novels, and her books were pretty popular.

he started writing poems when he was around six years old, and his mother was so proud of him. but there was a bad part in the way she was raising him... she scared him, she told him that he should be careful with his words because they could hurt people. so... little kyung didn’t speak. 

he knew how to speak, but he chose not to. instead, he’d write notes to his mother whenever he needed to communicate with her. she encouraged that behavior...

anyways, one night their house caught on fire. how? kyung was left alone, and he thought it’d be a good idea to play with fire. :)

his mother burned down with her entire library, and kyung himself ended with a severe burn on his left arm; since his father was absent and didn’t really want anything to do with a “problematic child”, his aunt took him under her wing.

she raised him well, paid for the best health care to treat his wounds, and also put him in therapy to work on his speech. boy can’t be mute forever. 

slowly and with a lot of anxiety, he starts speaking again. and he continues to write, branching out a little to explore other types of text other than poems — that’s when his passion for horror began.

he published his first book and it was a big success!!! he published it under an alias: KIΛNG.

he still felt guilty for his mother’ death though, and the guilt made him go after things that would leave him numb :) so in highschool :) substance abuse became a thing ( i’m still not sure if it’s only alcohol or if he touched drugs too but... i’ll figure that out eventually ).

he quit his addiction for a while when he enlisted, but got back to it as soon as he returned. he says it helps him feel more inspired to write his horror stories, but who knows.

now, he’s trying to run the family business while also trying to avoid his father and his stepsister at all costs; yup, the dude sundelly developed an interest in his son now that he’s the owner of the family company.

ahn is not his father’s name, it’s his mother’s. she changed kyung’s name as soon as the divorce happened.

ANYWAYS, he hates his father and stepsister, he is struggling tod deal with the business but he is not willing to let it go, and he continues writing his spooky books and poems.

that’s ahn kyung. im sorry this is so long, the biography is worse....... rip admins for reading all that.

SOME PLOT IDEAS:

childhood friends;

high school friends;

high school crushes;

army friends;

exes and i apologize in advance, you probably broke up with him because he sucks.

other artists;

people related to his family in a professional level;

family, like cousins and etc;

HIS STEPSISTER!!! his plan is to ruin your life and i am so sorry...

neighbors, bonus points if you absolutely hate him because you can hear him watching horror movies late at night and you’re scared — go complain about it and he’ll invite you in;

unrequited crushes;

a rival, gimme angst, gimme fights, gimme pain >:3

anything, give me anything!

[coolthudethecoolest]

Uhhmmm... yeah ummm... (child abuse, religious trauma/religion tw)

So.... I have several headcannons about Jimothan that’s just me projecting on him for some reason..... yeah

Okay I’m one of those bitches who sees Jimothan and Parsley as demons yeah? Okay but like... there’s also a bit of backstory associated with it, just with Jim tho.

I headcannon that Jimothan is just a horrifically mental ill man due to his life. He has a very hard time recalling the few times in his life he felt happy. Jimothan was never truly loved or respected, and he just felt so different to everyone else. Not in a “I’m special” kind of way, though he interpreted like that at times, but more as a “I’m a freak, and I should be ashamed.”

Due to the fact he was born with terrible parents (I like to imagine demons can be born from terrible people), Jimothan was born a demon, more specifically, a lust demon. Jimothan’s parents were Christians also, so that meant Jimothan was forced to go church. Attending church was physically painful to Jimothan, causing his demon form to weaken and harder to access. Of course, this gave Jimothan terrible trauma.

At some point, Jimothan couldn’t attend church anymore due to him causing ruckus within the church. However he was still abused, and his parents just treated him as a burden. As time went by, he was finally able to escape his parents, but he still wouldn’t find any genuine satisfaction for a while.

Because he was pressured by gender norms and heteronormativity as a child and couldn’t realise the problem from it, Jimothan felt like he supposed to marry a woman. This woman, being Mrs. Botch, did not treat Jimothan the best and it wasn’t helped by the fact that Jimothan didn’t know that love shouldn’t be painful. Fortunately, he couldn’t take it, and ended up devorcing Mrs. Botch while also winning baby Parsley in the custody battle.

Raising Parsley was a turning point in Jimothan’s life, as he started to feel a little bit of more happiness in his life. While Jimothan did enter periods of depression while raising Parsley, he did anything he could to take care of him.

And I guess it takes us to where Jimothan is now, in the habitat or some shit. If some of this junk goes against cannon do you fucking mind I’m projecting /j

[hutchilli]

So like I just wanna post my rant here because I'm not using fb atm and my family don't use Tumblr BUT DAMN I NEED TO VENT SO BAD RN BUT I DONT WANT THEM ON MY BACK

TW: mental abuse, racism, rape, depression, drugs, suicide.

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So like I have no idea where to fucking start on this because it's SO HARD to explain so I'm just gonna say whatever comes to my mind and I apologize for any grammar and spelling mistakes.

So today I had an argument with my dad (luckly he dosent live with me anymore as he left)

He kept sending me racist memes and today I finally told him that I don't find them funny I find them gross and insensitive, and he started with that dumbass boomer saying of "all lives matter" and used the lee rigby excuse even though I linked him to the articles of the rigby family wanting people to stop using Lee as an excuse.

He obviously goes off on his shit storm calling me a fool and that I'm not educated and that I'm stupid also using the "it's a disgrace that you talk to me like that" WELL LET ME GIVE YOU SOME BACK STORY ON MY FATHER.

My dad was very violent and emotionally abusive especially to my mother, holding a knife up to her and throwing stuff at her, he also cheated on her so many times. There was even an incident when I was 7 years old where he got so Violent with my mum and I ended up rushing into my baby sisters room who was just over a year old at the time, dragging her out of her cot and hiding her and myself under my bed.

We went camping once, I was abit late getting back from the football park because cars were coming along the road so I had to wait to go back to the caravan. I was 2 minutes late and because of that I punched, slapped, screamed at by my father.

He also use to throw me against walls.

It was horrible in the end, he left my mum to Rot in a house she couldn't afford with me and my sister. We barely had enough food. Luckly my mum turned it all around and managed to get money to care for us and the home. My father never paid maintenance and when he did it was like 50 quid once every 6 months or summin. He ended up moving country, leaving my mum even after they devorced with thousands of pounds of debt, it's been 10 years and my mum still hasn't finished paying it off.

Because of everything I suffered with terrible depression, I finished school and college but I got into the wrong crowd, I got into drugs, I had an extremely toxic relationship where I was raped. I was 17/18 I was barely an adult.

Luckly I managed to get out of that toxic shit and I turned my life around but with the consequence of suffering with multiple mental issues depression, anxiety, PTSD, BPD. I attempted suicide a few days after my 18th birthday, self harm was something I became addicted to, even though from the outside I looked fine I really wasent so I drowned myself in working about 50 hours a week and went back to college to finish my art degree. But still no matter what I did I could never NEVER get over anything in my life.

My mum ended up having a stroke over a year ago, she was left in a horrible state, she's luckly to be alive but I'm overly greatful for everything she's done for me and my sister. My father? Dident care. He dident care me and my sister had to then look after a house we had no idea how to sort, my sister took extra shifts, I used all of my savings to pay the mortgage and bills. We were left with nothing. But he still feels like he can control my life, tell me what to do. I've honestly had enough. He also said my depression was "bullshit".

I will never in my life ever be brave enough to throw this on my FB, I still have alot of toxic people in my life.

I'm 25 now, I have an amazing partner and a wonderful child. But yet still STILL I cant deal with the shit my father done to me or the abuse from my ex, i can't work in retail or anything because of my anxiety, just too much going on for me to cope, I developed a heart condition because of my anxiety.

I still have no idea what I want to do or achieve in my life. But I'm growing that's all that matters.

I guess this is my metoo post and my experience with abuse. It's hard man.

[jjyusmile]

no sunwoo doesn't play fair, there is a drought on twitter- is he devorcing/breaking up with tw deobi? (now it's only a "goodnight" or "good morning" post)

honestly ??!?! he was flirtatious before universe then suddenly he up and leaves us for universe deobi and giving them all these y/n moments and i just ?!&:):)&/)/&/£

I just want him back </33 #SunwooDeleteUniverseParty

[shabby-blog]

Shabby writes more self indulgent fanfic of Dezabel au

Tw: graphic violence, gore, and murder

It was a strange little plinky noise. A happy little tune played on what sounded like a child's instrument. The concerning thing about it was no one could tell where it was coming from. That and it was so loud

Shinsato realised something was wrong when the beat dropped. Blasting music is never a good sign when you recently got yourself involved with Dezabel.

The plan was perfect though. The newly wed couple needed to be split up. The only things capable of stopping Dezabels absolute power were nullifying quirks; ones that could stop his. This became an issue when The Shadow apparently pledged himself to the voice villian. The Shadow will take down anyone that threatens his new husband, first by erasing their quirks and then by carving them up with his knives.

The plan was to break the couple up, they had rushed into this "marriage" and it was perfectly believable if the other had second thoughts right? Realised just how crazy it was? So they had sent out fake devorce papers to them both. It had seemed to work, they both disappeared for a good few weeks, Dezabel even being seen leaving the city. They were safe. Or that's what shinsato thought.

"this is your time to pay, this is your judgement day."

That voice was definitely Dezabels, and they were definitely fucked.

"we made a sacrifice and now we get to take your life"

The music was deafening inside the building. Shinsato was suddenly very grateful he had ordered the place to be as sound proof as they could make it, he had been paranoid of Dezabel taking issue with him for years, and that paranoia seems to be paying off at last. He watched as a few of his men ran out of the building and almost immediately dropped to their knees in agony, the sheer volume rupturing their eardrums, one of the men vomiting before passing out. The other wasn't as lucky. He saw Dezabel put a hand to the skull shaped speaker around his neck and turn to the other. Shinsato could only watch in horror as the other man appeared to vibrate in his own skin, his bones clearly being shattered from the force. That was not a nice way to die.

There was a lot of panic happening within the building too. People running around in fear and why the hell were people running outside?!

One of his tech women ran past shouting some sort of warning, she was covered in blood. Why was she covered in blood? How was she covered in blood? This really really wasn't looking good.

He can hear the shouts if panic getting closer, screams of "The Shadow!" As people rush past time, some trying to escape outside only to find themselves being hit with a solid wall of sound, shattering their bones, deafening them, crushing them.

"now close your eyes and say good-night" Although part of the song, that voice didn't belong to Dezabel. It was a lot deeper, a lot quieter, and a lot closer. Shinsato wasn't taking any more chances. He ran.

He had a safe room built for situations like this, where he'd be safe, hidden. It was solid steel encased with stone to defend against Dezabels soundwaves, and since his Shadow could only erase quirks, he wouldn't be able to break into it either. Shinsato ran past what he can only describe as a massacre. Bodies of his employees lay scattered, some still moving a little having been left for dead, some with slash and stab wounds so great they couldn't have survived, a couple of others with their heads removed altogether. All of them completely soaked in blood. He felt sick. This was his fault. It was his idea to try and split the couple up. He hadn't realised just how murderously insane they were.

He gets to his safe room and locks himself in. It has stocks of rations and water to last for weeks. He can wait them out. The police and heroes no doubt already on their way, he can turn himself over for his own crimes. Make a deal for protective custody.

It's around an hour later that the ground stops trembling with the force of Dezabels voice, and everything goes silent. Shinsato holds his breath, hoping hes escaped, hoping he's survived.

There's a tapping in the door to his hideaway. Some muffled voices. The tapping becomes a banging. The door starts to dint. Dezabels voice can't do this. This is something else. The door is getting pounded. Bang after bang it starts to cave in. The hinges spraining. The lock gives way. The door falls out of its frame.

Shinsato can't see the Chaos Couple. All he can see is the 7foot tall powerhouse known as All Force. He hadn't realised All Force was working with them.

"this who you're looking for?" The wall of muscle asks over his shoulder. He moves out of the way and the two figures behind him are revealed. Dezabel stood there grinning in his usual smug way, his eyes not quite right; open too wide, not still enough. He was covered in blood, but it looked like it had been transferred rather than splashed on him, and it was smeared around his mouth, as if he'd been kissing someone hard who was wearing a deep red lipstick.

Next to him is his Shadow. Completely dripping in blood, some flesh strips clinging to his hair. His eyes are just as wide but far far too still. His smile is more terrifying than anything.

Shinsato sends a prayer to any god that's willing to listen that his death will be quick.

***

The police eventually make it through the literal pools of blood in the ruined building. Reports that Dezabel had destroyed and brought down another building just outside the city had them curious; they were all enjoying a honeymoon period of peace after his televised "wedding".

They weren't expecting the destruction of an entire crime faction. they eventually dig their way down through the rubble and bodies and find what appears to be a safe room. Pinned to what's left of a body with a knife looks to be a set of devorce papers with the signatures "yamada" and "Aizawa" on them. Clearly fake as their marriage hadn't even been legal. On the wall painted in a mix of blood and viscera is the words "Happily Married"

Although this will place Dezabel and his new husband on the top 10 wanted list, no one will really make much of an effort to find them. Not after taking down the biggest human trafficking gang this side of Japan.