#t/w abuse

[aceontheline]

Amy Headcanons

It has come to my attention that you meant my girl (OC), Amy XD Sonic brainrot has gotten to me since the release of the movie trailer.

C//W: Abusive behavior (Emotional & some Physical), Ableism

Amy Headcanons!

Family:

Amy has 3 older brothers, as we know from the Prologue. Amy is closest with her oldest brother, Marcus. She eventually moved out with him and started living with him to escape her abusive parents (When Marcus was 24 and had a place of his own, Amy was 14).

If Amy had to pick a parent she was closest to, it would be her mother. Since her father walked out on the family after he claimed to have "fallen out of love" with Amy's mother.

Amy's parents were horrible to her after finding out that she has Autism (ASD). Her brothers pretty much raised her after her parents began their neglectful behavior.

Once Amy got older, about 9-10 years old, she was made to clean the entirety of the house by her parents at least twice a week. If she didn't do this successfully, punishments would range from any of the following: Time in the basement (no electronics or light ; Usually 2 hours), Sitting in the corner for an undetermined amount of time, No T.V or Videogames for 1 week, and the worst... Beatings. If Amy got beat, she would miss school for at least 2 days at a time.

Amy's parents were "those types". The one to dress her up in new clothes and make her look presentable, in case CPS ever came by.

Relationship:

Amy, at first, usually would start the romantic talk and interactions. However, with Husk, she feels doted on almost 24/7 by him. And feels as though she deserves none of it (past abuse)

Amy's love languages are: Physical touch and Quality time. She loves just doing simple things with Husk, if it means getting as much time with him as she can.

Husk loves to make Amy blush, hence his nickname for her: "Little Rose".

Amy loves cuddling more than anything. Especially with bad weather outside.

Amy, through being friends with Husk for a while, finally got him to open up a bit, emotionally. They call each other sweet nicknames, but their PDA is usually limited to hand-holding, hugging, or quick pecks on the cheek.

Mental Health:

C-PTSD: Amy's symptoms usually come in the form of having horrific panic attacks, or dissociative fugues where she shuts down. Some triggers would include: Sudden loud noises (slamming doors, stomping, etc), Raised voices and/or hands in her direction, phrases in regard to her ASD ("damaged", "freak", "genetic mutation", "useless", "creature", etc), People being gone longer than promised (1 hour+ and she FREAKS out)

Autism: Amy has Autism Spectrum Disorder. This has been prevalent since she was a child. This affects her eating habits (she won't eat foods with certain textures, tastes, or smells), her social ability (she can't read facial cues or understand social norms), and she has a hard time regulating emotions (she stims to combat this). Vocal stims? Singing, humming, or making random, cutesy noises. Physical stims? Hand flapping, Arm shaking, Pulling her hair (negatively influenced)

Bipolar II: Amy will go for weeks exhibiting a very depressive mood and will hardly take care of herself unless she absolutely has to. She gets up and goes to work & all that, but that's pretty much the only reason she does. Otherwise, you'd have to remind her to eat, drink water, or shower. When she's not like this, she'd be manic. Her worst habits here are usually compulsive spending, lack of sleep, and incredibly fast paced talking. She eats more, but still not as much as she should.

[alastorbyalex]

What was the worst of your fathers abuse we know he hit your mom but did he ever hurt you?

"My father was certainly a case. He was rarely ever around but the few times that he was it was never pleasant. Beatings were a common occurrence for any sort of misbehavior. There was also name calling and other threats. I would say the worst bit that stuck with me was when he had picked me up by my hair and threatened to throw me out of the house for refusing to do the nightly chores. In any case, my mother and I were both terrified of him and she didn't know how to leave the situation. Thus, I handled it when I knew how."

[shaylene-the-praline]

suckable ✨️

[dukeofthomas]

Here's my controversial opinion; if you're trying to write Bruce as a non-abusive, good parent, you should also write him respecting his kids' privacy, boundaries, and not stalking&surveying them.

[byierficrecs]

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[voidtoufu]

heeeeey！

this emotionally reaped arpart psychopathic marshmellow is new to tumblr and struggling

how do things work here?

do I get to bitch and moan about how I ain't got any skills I want cus we've been too busy keeping ourselves outside of a psychward or is it just about being gay and liking bugs

[chibifox2002]

Gathering Materials

After Ronnie starts his own monster factory, he decides to finally start his long planned project. It has been going well. Until his lover, Dr. Moth, asks a question. (WARNING: abuse/assault and blood under the cut)

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It had been a full year since Ronnie had started his monster factory, he'd somehow conviced NME to collab on some monsters a little while back which gave him all the knowledge he needed to create his own monsters for his future plans. Getting workers was easy enough too! Just slapped some job advertisments around the galaxy's many planets and, bam!

Many easily manipulatable shmucks instantly under his command! Some with college degrees of various topics, some with just a bachelors degree, regardless of that he'd got his work force and secretly worked alongside them to monitor which ones he could have more than one use for.

One of them esspecially caught his eye, a moth man named Manny Moth, a man who took no nonesense from anyone and his job position and plans seriously. Growling and lashing out at anybody who interrupted his work. Ronnie would be wrong if he didn't admit that he'd been charmed by the man's passion and lack of care for other's opinions. Ronnie had made sure to charm him right back, and had made him his lover, and he soon became a key factor to making his most powerful monsters.

The progress on his monster army was going smoothly, all according to plan!

Although... his current, secret project, was proving to be difficult to collect the proper materials for it...

He was stuck on his creations wings, a small part of them anyways... There was a decently sized hole in the center of each wing that he, currently, had no more matrials for. Guess he should've thought twice before starting from the outside of the wings and working towards the center.

As he was pondering on what to do, the doorbell to his lab rang out, startling him out of his thoughts. He whipped his head towards the door and noticed a pair of familiar looking fuzzy antenna.

"Come in my love!" Ronnie called out.

As the door opened, Manny stormed in the room as if he was on a mission. He spoke with a slight yell as he approached Ronnie.

"You've got some explaining to do "my love." What did you use for the monster's core?! The one I didn't help you with?!" Manny hissed out.

Ronnie paused. "Why was he with that monster?" He thought to himself. But regardless of his slowly rising anger and confusion, he kept smiling for his beloved.

"What ever do you mean love? I used the same thing I use for all my monster's cores!-"

"THEN WHAT IS IT RONNIE?!" Manny was actually yelling now. "BECAUSE THE ONE I WAS DOING MAINTENANCE ON SPOKE TO ME LIKE IT WAS A CHILD! MONSTERS AREN'T SUPPOSE TO SOUND LIKE LITTLE KIDS RON!!!"

Ronnie remained silent, his smile still on his face. Which only fueled Manny's frustration.

"FUCKING SAY SOMETHING!!!" Manny screamed out as he grabbed the collar of Ronnie's labcoat.

Then Ronnie snapped.

He grabbed Manny's arms, swung him onto his desk, and began to punch his face. How dare he grab him like that?! How dare he raise his voice at him?! He will pay for doing such things to him.

Ronnie proceeded to throw Manny onto the ground, his wings twitching with pain as he struggled to sit himself up.

...His wings...

...His lovely wings...

Ronnie silently walked up to Manny, who was still struggling.

Raised his right arm.

And began slashing.

Manny screamed in agony as Ronnie was shredding wis wings off his back. He tried to fight back, but the more he struggled, the more violent Ronnie's slashes became. Who then used his other arm to tear off his left wing. Then his right one.

Ronnie then slammed his foot onto Manny's back, stunning him while he carefully placed his two new pieces of material onto his desk. They were the perfect size to cover up those holes in his creation's own wings!

Ronnie then slowly trned back to his lover, who was trying to catch his breathe. He'll certainly want to leave now. Would want to tell someon about what had just happened.

Well... He just couldn' let him do that now, could he?

Ronnie grabbed a spare metal pipe and swung it at Manny's head, knocking him out on impact.

He will make a good subject for his upcoming experiment.

...

Ronnie just needed to get his surgical tools and table ready...

[bonefall]

Honestly, the two most interesting parts of Bramblestar's character to me in cannon are his heritage to tigerstar and the effects of Ashfur's takeover of his body on his mental state. Does BB!ashfur basically just stick Bramblestar's spirit in a cage in the dark forest like in cannon? Because you could still do interesting things with that.

Bramblestar just being stuck in the dark forest, the place that both his father and brother were put in, and just being forced to do nothing but THINK about his life up until now. It could be the moment of reckoning for Bramblestar, were every delusion and lie he built for himself is unraveled by him as the possiblity that no one comes to save him gnaws at his mind.

And then he comes back to life and finds out that his body got put through a wood chipper and the imposter personally killed several of his clanmates with said body.

That's so interesting to think about, how does this affect him? How does he cope with all of this? Does he still try and be leader or is it basically a formality until he figures out how to make squirrelflight the new leader?

I don't rewrite arcs until they're done, but honestly, I simply don't want a "moment of reckoning" for Bramblestar. I include them for plenty of cats, like Spiderleg, Bumblestripe, Hawkfrost, but I absolutely don't want most characters to get one.

I don't really like it when every (or most) abusers realize and apologize for their actions and have a big turnaround. It kind of rubs me the wrong way that every crappy person has to "see the light" when so often, you don't get that. They live their whole lives acting this way, always insisting they never hurt you, and if they did, you deserved it.

You NEED to learn that they will INSIST it was your fault, when no, it wasn't. And they will never be sorry for what they did. That's it. You were hurt, and there's nothing deep or beautiful about your suffering.

And a person like that can really, truly be in pain (and they usually are, because being a crappy person sucks) and they can still not deserve your extended hand to pull them out.

Bramblestar already worries constantly about the possibility that no one will save him. It's why he plays games with his power. It's why he drives people away to watch them yoyo back. The fact that his family always comes back to him no matter what he does is a comfort. The Dark Forest Cage that Ashfur tosses him in didn't put new thoughts or feelings into his head.

So, we're going to see how ASC pans out, but I'm currently leaning towards Bramblestar clinging to power until the end. He even set up one last "fuck you" to Squirrelflight on the way out with his petty Nightheart Spy Plan, a textbook abusive set-up.

[spineless-lobster]

Psychoanalyze Me

My sins will not be forgiven.

[aceontheline]

Romance is Timeless: Prologue (Chapter 4)

C//W: Physical, Mental, Financial Abuse, S.A

Amy had agreed to date her newly close friend, Leon. Oh, how quickly she realizes the colossal mistake she's made.

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I don't understand what it is about my so-called "luck" when it comes to dating. Men or women, they've ended up being huge pieces of trash. Leon was no exception. In fact, I'd say that he was the worst of them all. Giovanni cheating on me with those girls felt like a walk in the park. Jessica forcing me to lose weight? Fucked up, sure. But not as bad as me being someone's personal punching bag/walking, talking sex doll.

Leon was a total sweetheart in the beginning. Always checking in on me, making me food when I forgot to eat. Super sweet, cuddly, funny & smart... The list went on and on. I know exactly where things went wrong. One of the boys from the friend group went off the handle after breaking things off with his girlfriend at the time. Leon witnessed his close friend, Kyle, slowly break down.

Kyle became this person who was obsessed with money, cars & women. But not the kind of "woman" that I was, for example. Kyle wanted a woman who didn't have body hair, no cellulite or stretch marks, had a "body count" down to 0 or less than 2, short and small... Basically, a child. I had called Kyle out on that and he stopped being friends with me after that. OH– Speaking of friends... I'm just going to list the ways that I was put through the worst type of crap.

Starting off with mental abuse. I was suddenly always coming home "too late" from work. Or hanging out with friends. During this time, I actually reconnected with Blitz and Husker. I would hang out with them separately on occasion. When the breaks in my work schedule would allow me. Blitz kept up his goofy and friendly energy toward me... Husker was getting a little flirty. But after not receiving love or compliments from Leon sometimes, it felt nice to hear Husker say the nice things he did. After about 7 months of dating, Leon though, he demanded that I lose all my guy friends. "I don't trust you around them when I'm not around. I don't hang with the girls anymore, so it's only fair you do this for me." To my knowledge, this was true. I slowly started ghosting Blitz and Husker, which made me feel sad to do. Eventually, it turned into: "You only leave the apartment for work & going shopping, the latter is done with me there too." So... Isolation.

Leon putting his hands on me was also common. If I didn't clean the apartment to his standards, he'd get me pretty good for it. Planned to hang out with friends? Without him? He'd go apeshit. Then, he claimed he was merely "teaching me a lesson" or "correcting my behavior." Leon would also just use me as a punching bag if he had a bad day at work. First, venting his frustrations. Then when I'd tell him I was too tired from work & clean-up to listen, he'd say, "Oh? You think YOU'RE tired? Let me give you a real reason to be 'tired' then."

The repeated counts of SA... Every time I told him I wasn't in the mood, Leon would guilt me into it. "You're my girlfriend. It's one of your duties to please me. If you don't, I could always look elsewhere," "I'm showing my attraction for you by doing this. I thought you'd want that," "Fine. No action from you? You can cuddle the long pillow you got because you don't deserve cuddles from me if you're not putting out..." If I started to cry, he'd just threaten the typical, "Oh, I'll give you a reason to cry."

These reasons were the main factors in me wanting to get the hell out. Problem is... There weren't that many gigs open for me at the time to continue my event planning gig. And Leon would make me pay him rent, as I was staying with him in his apartment, so that I could be in an at least somewhat safer part of Pentagram City. I knew I wasn't supposed to do this, but I asked Leon if I could just go out for a walk by myself, as I needed to make an important phone call. It was in regard to my "women's health." Leon grumbled a bit, agreeing to it.

I was doing no such thing. Instead, I called Husker once I was out of earshot. His pleasant voice made me feel better as soon as I heard him talk.

"Well well... Here's a name I haven't heard in a while. How're you doin', Amy? You wanna plan a hangout tonight? Or did you just miss hearing my voice?" Husker says all this in a teasing, somewhat happy tone. Poor Husker. Blissfully unaware of everything I was about to tell him.

After clarifying as to why I was calling, going into detail about Leon's abuse... I could hear Husker growling on the other end. He went on a rant of his own, saying how bad it was that I ended up in a situation like this. He thinks for a moment, then says the following in a rather stern tone of voice:

"I am getting you out of this. NOW. You are getting out of there & a restraining order on him while you're at it. Pack all your things & break things off with him. I'm sending some muscle & transportation to your place. You want them to take you straight to the station? Or to me?"

"... Husker, I can't thank you enough for this. Really. I mean it... I-I'll just go straight to you. I need a friendly presence in my life right now..." I reply, my voice a bit shaky. "Maybe I can see about staying with Blitz again until I find a place of my own" I finish.

"Ah yeah, I'd look into that. I'd offer you to stay with me, but you know him more, right?" Husker asks.

I also reiterate that it's because Blitz isn't as overtly flirty with me, to which Husker laughs. "Knowing you don't get it from Leon, though... Isn't it nice to feel loved & wanted, hm? Besides, he's an idiot. You deserve all the love, doll," he replies. Now I'm blushing a little, heading back up the stairs. I tell Husker to let me know when transportation is getting closer to me, so that I can run from Leon if needed. Husker sighs heavily after hearing that, agreeing to it.

Leon gets home from work and sees my suitcases briefly. I see the involuntary, somewhat scary twitch in his eye as he demands an explanation. At first, I told him that I planned a work related trip and that I needed to leave for a little while so I could be closer to the gig. Leon seemed to buy this, then asked me for what's dinner tonight. I sigh in relief, remembering that I was actually cooking it at one point. "Filet Mignon with Garlic Butter Potatoes. One of your favorites," I reply in a weak, somewhat happy tone. Leon nods in approval, going to kiss my cheek. He leaves & goes to the kitchen, grabbing himself a plate. I silently cried, as that kiss on the cheek was the first random act of love I've gotten from him in 2 months...

Just then, I get a text from Husker. "Transports on its way for you." At first, I hesitate, out of pure nerves and adrenaline pumping through me. But then, Leon "corrects" me for making his steak wrong. There's now a new black eye & bruises. Luckily for me, I was smart in figuring stuff out like this... Leon had cameras in his apartment, in case anyone came in & stole stuff or something. I set it up so the footage would make it to my phone as well. So, when I'd take this evidence to the cops later, they'd believe me. Along with everyone else in our friend group. When I got that text from Husker, I got up in Leon's face. My confidence returning.

"Listen... I have been nothing but nice to you. Patient, loving, understanding... Yet what have you given me time & time again? ABUSE. It's over, Leon. I'm leaving you." As I say this, I hold my butterfly knife in hand, making him tremble a little bit. "If you try to stop me, I KNOW how to use this!" I finish, holding the knife up to his throat.

"What? You think I'm scared of some small girl with a knife?" Leon jokes. "Also, 'leaving me?' Real funny, Baby. I've got my hooks on you. You ain't going nowhere–"

Just then, Leon and I hear some banging on the door. I confidently walk up & see three tall & large bodyguards. One of them goes to the room & gets my suitcases. Another one wedges himself in between Leon and I, while the last one of them takes me down to the car outside. "It's over, Leon. Don't call or text me," I say, following the bodyguard down the stairs. As the one with the suitcases leaves, so does the bodyguard who was shielding me from Leon.

When I arrived to Husker's Casino, I saw another familiar face sitting with him. Blitz. Tears in my eyes, I hugged Blitz as tightly as I could. When I tried to tell him, he clarified that Husker had already filled him in on everything. "As much as I wanna kill the bastard myself for doing this to ya... I know you probably wouldn't want me to" Blitz said, his voice shaking with anger. I nodded in agreement, knowing full well that killing Leon would probably pin Blitz and I & get us into deep trouble. And that it wouldn't really solve anything in the long run.

"I know, I know. No need to get the cops on my back. I'm kinda already in legal webs for I.M.P, but I got someone fighting in my corner for that. As for you, Amy? You're more than welcome to stay, until you're back on your feet. Same deal as before. Cleaning & occasional cooking. I just want you to see you happy & away from these jerks..." Blitz said, sympathetic hands on my shoulders.

"Thank you so much. Both of you, really. Blitz, for letting me stay again. And Husker... For doing all of that for me. The guards & the way out–"

"No need to thank me, doll. Was just doing what I knew was right. Now, c'mere," Husker replies, his arms for a hug. "I know how much you like hugs, ya Cutie," he finishes his thought.

I walk up to Husker, giving him a hug with the energy I could muster. Just then, him and Blitz take a look at my face. Husker turns off the club's multicolored lighting, shifting it to normal. He and Blitz are horrified to see the fresh bruises & black eye on me before I remind them that I have the footage of it to show to police. They collectively sigh in relief, as Husker goes to get me some ice for the eye. The guards recieved instructions to take my suitcases to Blitz' apartment then come back to the Casino, so I see them walk through the doors. Blitz asks me what I plan on doing now... To which I shrug my shoulders. As soon as Husker comes back in, I look to him curiously.

"I heard ya, doll. You're coming with me to get that fucker put in Jail. Or get a restraining order. Whichever comes first" Husker stated.

"If I may, Sir... Amy should get the order first so that Leon can not come within a reasonable distance of her. Press charges as well, of course. But while courts are processing this, Amy should either get the order or have Blitz or one of us protecting her" one of the bodyguards pipes up. Husker smirks.

"Good idea. Amy, you go home with Blitz, alright? Get some good rest & some time to think this all over, okay? Once you know what you wanna do, call me, okay?" Husker demands, to which I agree.

Blitz and I head back to his apartment. My suitcases are in the living room, delicately put down. Once he and I got situated... He hugged me close. "I'm so proud. Getting out of that must've been so scary. But you did it" he said reassuringly. I silently wept into Blitz' shoulder. I knew he was right... I just didn't care to hear how "brave" I was, over and over again. Because in truth... I felt like a coward. For never leaving Leon, even when a small part of me knew I should have.

I was a victim of abuse, through & through. I had seen the "Good days" Leon had and stuck with the belief that those would come back... Eventually. But when they didn't, and that belief bit me on the ass, I knew I needed an out.

Part 3: ( Here )

Masterpost: ( Here )

[fuck-you-im-the-president]

you aren't. not when your son is spending every moment off almost every day either working, or trying to appease you in any way he can. And if he isn't doing that, he's trying to protect Quackity. you aren't a good parent, and you are a TERRIBLE partner.

That's called lovebombing, and it's a manipulation tactic.

– An insider.

fuck. shit– uh, well– well he's doing work! that's all that matters right now.

that isn't lovebombing. :/ I don't manipulate him.

[shaylene-the-praline]

👼👼👼

[brettdoesdiscourse]

I just had someone defending Chris Brown to me and they deadass said, "if we look at your life, I'm sure there's stuff we can judge you for too."

Yeah, bro. And none of those things have ever been ASSAULTING SOMEBODY???

[byierficrecs]

❝ last true mouthpiece ❞ author: @miwism

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[thetreethatspeaks]

people who don’t like certain “controversial” theatre shows because they feel bad for the abuser grosses me out!!!!!

[chibifox2002]

The following contains mentions of child abuse, do not read if you're sensitive to the topic.

Frozha's Childhood

Little Frozha didn't have a mother or siblings, her only family being her father... Her relationship with him however...

Was not the most ideal one a child should have with their father...

He constantly berated and beat her for the smallest mistakes, telling her that she was a disgrace to his bloodline and would never be anything other than a pest.

After a rampage that led to her getting a nasty scar on her shoulder, Frozha ran away from home during a heavy blizzard storm. She would've perished had it not been for a herd of Yetis that took her back to their home and raised her as their own.

Frozha's father is still alive and well to this day, but Frozha isn't really too keen on the idea of trying to reach out to him again.