#thats child abuse.
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Me when he has an abusive parent,Whom he wants to impress,good at fighting ,went from a soft child to an asshole golden child but he's still like a child in the fog sometimes, probably neurodivergent,had a sister,likes men and his name starts with A
#I WANT THEM#SOOOO BAD#im so gay#aurelio is my new favorite child#LUMBRE GET AWAY FROM HIM#thats child abuse.#I swear I wanted to cry when he took off the bracelets#AURELIO WAS SO CUTE#lumbre goes to the terrible parents cage right next to Uther#give my boy back his father#what parental separation is this.#give him his family back#I KNOW HE WILL BE FRIENDS WITH NIYIA#plsplspls#I still love Arthur ofc but this entire account is about him so let's give some attention to my other children#aurelio has autism#change my mind#COOKING PROGRAMS FOR RELAX#arthur has adhd#i want them both soo bad#as a simp but i also wants give him hug#arthur pendragon#merlin#merlin bbc#merthur#bbc merlin#aiden thomas#the sunbearer trials#celestial monsters
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It runs in the family
#an art#super danganronpa 2#sdr2#fuyuhiko kuzuryu#peko pekoyama#Fuyupeko#Kuzupeko#Thinking about them and their terrible childhood today. Kind of terrible lives in general huh#Neither of them could help each other when things got dicey in the household#Peko because the Kuzuryūs are NOT afraid to 'discipline' her. Fuyuhiko because it literally only makes things worse.#Both of them because if they show off how close they are the agents might rethink keeping Peko around. So they grit their teeth and bear it#I somewhat hc that the parents also aren't above involving the other in a punishment. Like.#Fuyuhiko can take a beating but he hates seeing Peko be hurt. Same for her. So if they REALLY wanna beat a lesson into one of them.... ykno#BUT THATS SAD. SO I ADDED THE NICE PICTURE AFTERWARDS#Child abuse cw#Cw child abuse
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Hi! this is kinda an art request if u dont mind. And it's angst related, can you draw like where wanda and cosmo obvs have seen for a while how (human) timmy has been treated by his real parents. I just want to see like the "last straw" which lead Cosmo and Wanda wanting them to make Timmy as their own. (IM HAPPY THAT TIMMY HAS A FAMILY THAT LOVES AND CARES FOR HIM)
The "Last Straw"?
Cosmo and Wanda have seen humans at their best. They've seen humans at their worst. They've seen anything and everything that they've gone numb and used to what humans get up to.
But nothing's shaken them quite like Timmy's case did. Nothing has ever made a Fairy feel such strong human emotions than what Timmy made them feel, on that one particular night.
The thing that broke Cosmo and Wanda was Timmy himself.
Bitties Series: [Start] > [Previous] > [Next]
#asks#itty bitties fop au#germangirl321#tw abuse#tw emotional abuse#tw emotional distress#tw implied death#tw implied sui#tw sui implied#<- ask to tag#(especially ask to tag bcs these are the offered tumblr tags)#godkids wish for stupid things all the time. sometimes they wish for good things and bad things. or things that helps themselves or others#they wish for things that teaches them life lessons or for things that damages them in the future.#but at their core every child has a pure wish that they want more than anything.#for hazel. her core wish is for change to stop. for dev. his core wish is for his father's love#timmy's wish. at the center of everything. is to run away from himself and all that he is. to be something- anything- but Him.#its this core wish that fairies desire most. its their ambrosia. and its almost always impossible to grasp in its purity.#they cant stop change or forge a father's love after all.#Most fairies would be ecstatic to claim a child's core wish. It's the peak of their career- highly coveted highly praised.#but Cosmo and Wanda took no pleasure when they finally consumed their one- and only one for they'd never do it again- core wish.#as said before. cosmo and wanda really. really love timmy turner. and timmy really really loves his fairies. love!!! is a powerful thing!!#anyways this is a heavy topic and a heavy ask so im keeping it out of the main tags#also if you're curious as to whose responding back to timmy#its cosmo#lots of people tend to portray wanda as the more emotional sensitive type. yknow the “motherly” role.#but i think thats wrong.#was considering cutting out their responses for this ask#but then i figured that CosWan would be responding back in earnest to calm him down as best they could
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I think akito probably dislikes skin-to-skin contact.
He’s always wearing three layers, and we see multiple times where he just. Avoids touching someone’s skin.
In Tsukasa’s White Day card, his sleeve is separating his hand from his face. In Toya’s WOAO card, they bump forearms instead of hands. In the Gunjo Sanka animation, Akito fist bumps Toya’s chest instead of Toya’s arm. In Akito’s Nocturne Interlude card, he grabs his shoulder and ruffles his hair, not actually touching skin. The only time I could find Akito actually being touched was the animation of the main story, where Toya grabs his hands. Akito breaks away pretty fast, and he wasn’t the one initiating the contact. There are two main exceptions. The first being when Akito punched Toya, and the second being whenever Ena scratched Akito.
I think this is because Akito came to associate skin contact with violence if that makes sense? Football/soccer isn’t a super contact-heavy sport, but if you do make contact it tends to hurt. He only initiated contact when he punched someone, and he’s used to getting hurt by his sister.
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#oh. im fine. just like akito.#(akiiii thats a pretty siffrin isat thing you got goin onn 0.o)#pjsk#prsk#project sekai#headcanon#akito shinonome#akito hc#FUCK violin anon why are you doing this to me#tw child abuse#aaahhhhhhhhhh im going insane over this#🎻 anon
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The fact I haven't seen that many people talk about how lestat did the exact same thing his father did to him to Claudia by forcibly removing her from the train in ep 6 is a real disservice to both Claudia and Lestat
#interview with the vampire#iwtv#familial violence is cyclical and you get these really interesting parallels in ep 1 and ep 5/6 between lestat and his own parents with how#he and louis treat claudia in ep 5 and 6#cruel and arrogant father drags his child back to their stifling household as a way to 'appease' their mother hm where did we see this b4?#theyre all trapped not only in this house but in this generational cycle of abuse and cruelty#and while lestat tries to break out he fails bc hes not willing to kill his dad and thats where he and claudia differ#both in the metaphoric and literal sense#claudia does not have that problem. lestat has a dog in him but claudia has a wolf in her#iwtv claudia#lestat#lestat de lioncourt#claudia du pointe du lac#claudia de lioncourt
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800 year old martial god causes problems on purpose by kidnapping the heir of a great sect . or something
#the story goes that if u abuse your child xuan zhen will gut you with his hundred inch sabre btw#but of course its all rumours obviously a god wouldnt kidnap a child for no reason :) of course#what do u mean the heir of ymj actually disappeared and his parents were slaughtered#whatever could have happened#anyway baby jc meeting the rest of the family ^_^) guy in red looks intriguing#guy in white looks so nice his lap is perfect seat and jc Will sit there#why does the third guy think jc will chew up jc is a good boy 😞 he warms up eventually#chew Him up . ugh#and guy who is mother is warm and makes jc feel loved . and its so great#they live happily ever after#meeting bflf would look insane so thats for later#this is all i could think of while sickdying so here u have it they make me very happy#art tag#tgcf#mdzs#jiang cheng#hua cheng#mu qing#xie lian#feng xin#fengqing#hualian#baby jc au
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movies where neglectful parents learn to appreciate their kids ❌
movies where neglectful parents die ✔️
#💭... on the clouds#“kids.. yeah your parents are awful but they do love you!” (???)#dont teach kids conform with their abusers and teach thats not normal and they deserve more#faith in jesus#the willoughbys#girlblogging#girl blogger#girlblogger#coquette#youthlib#youth liberation#child rights#child abuse#childhood#teenhood#adult supremacy#adultism#ageism#childrens rights
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me as a child: looks unwell, sick or injured
my parents: absolute rage at my nerve to look like I need attention, immediate shaming and blaming me for being unwell/sick/injured with the added implication that I did this to myself on purpose specifically to ruin their life
#they literally acted like they believed i was in my room plotting all day how to make them as miserable as possible#maybe because thats what they did with their time#abusive parents#child abuse#child neglect#psychological abuse#victim shaming
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house is autistic i will accept no criticism
i have so many thoughts about house and autism. this might be the most unhinged post on my tumblr yet but here we go so house had the illusion of normalcy forced on him from a young age. i dont think thats like, full canon, but house talks about how his father abused him on more than one occassion and talked about how he was never satisfied or happy with house no matter what. so i truly dont think its a far reach to say that he would not have tolerated a "weird child." the thing that i think, though, is that all of his actions are a response to the fact that he's not particularly great at masking. he's afraid if he lets people close to him he won't be able to hide the fact that he's "weird" (aka bad). he intentionally pushes people away with his weird creepy comments and being an asshole and that's both him masking (if he's aggressively mean all the time no one will bother to look further) and a way of coping with the fact that he cant mask. the more he pushes people away the less likely it is that they'll see that he cares about things and that he's not "normal" like he's always been told. i also think that as the show went on, he got less and less concerned about masking. he constantly stims, he hyperfocuses and burns out, he panics about change, he treats his fellows a lot more like family. once he got to a point in his life where his "weirdness" is not something he can be ruined for (he's tenured and he has people who will fight for him) he found himself a lot more able to be aggressively autistic, even if he struggles with it due to trauma.
a huge Autism Moment in the show for me is when foreman quits and house fires chase. house has been afraid his whole life of showing who he actually is, as mentioned. his fellows, though, are his People, they knew all of his shit and they never ran awayy from it. they didnt question who he was and what he knew, only his methods, and they were willing to fight back against him (something he's shown he loves). but then foreman quits because he "doesnt want to be like house" and this is house's worst nightmare. this is exactly why he had normalcy beaten into him, because being weird only makes it that people will run away once they know you. he dared to let people see a bit of who he actually is and how he thinks and acts and foreman essentially said "i cant stand to be like you." on top of that fear, his team became Different. he doesnt know if chase or cameron thought the same things as foreman, if they were also judging him or hating him for being autistic. it sent him into fucking panic mode because how is he supposed to trust them when he doesnt know if they agree with foreman!!!!! and even if he could, the team is Different and its for a reason he cant control and he cant just go back to normal. his method of interviewing his new fellows also shows this - how is he supposed to be able to tell if someone will be okay with who he is and if they'll work well together based off a short intervew where he's almost certainly masking the whole time???? anyway. to end this absolutely unhinged post ive put together an inconclusive list of autistic traits and actions from house, and i want to say that so much of this is him being written off as an antisocial eccentric genius and, while he is an ass that cant be debated, it clearly runs deeper than that!!!!
he doesnt understand how ppl feel (he repeatedly talks about how small talk is like a guessing game for him and he doesnt know what to say)
he doesnt like to be touched (for a lot of the show people just do Not touch him, wilson excluded)
he stims constantly and he needs Sensations
he's blunt, rude, somewhat monotone, etc
he has a hard time making friends
he has a hard time saying what he feels (he'd rather joke or be mean than analyse his emotions)
he has a routine that he Sticks To (even thgh its not exactly the same because of patients etc, he goes to work late, he talks to the same people, he sits in his same office. he's shown coming to work sick at one point and he doesnt rly go on vacation. plus when cuddy took his bloodstained carpet it was such a fundamental change to his life that he couldnt deal)
he notices Everything (yes ik this is a sherlock holmes thing but consider sherlock holmes - also autistic)
he has a method and train of thought that works for him and he is unwilling to break from it (he's shown at least once stopping the fellows from writing on his whiteboard, and after he loses the og three he continues trying to hold ddx's because its how he Thinks)
#hate crimes md#house md#gregory house#james wilson#child abuse#wrote all of this first in a discord channel so if it looks absolutely unhinged that's why#also im autistic and if you disagree with me thats ableist#autistic greg house#my thoughts
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Rubies - Trial III
the prosecution makes its argument
(Content: living weapon whumpee, past trauma, referenced child abuse, referenced caning, past emotional abuse, war, guilt, parental death mention, child death mention, emotional whump, crying, angst, comfort)
In the Emperor’s quarters, the dead far outnumbered the living. Delta knelt upon the bearskin run and ran his fingers through its thick white fur. He wanted to reach for the mouth of it, to feel the teeth, but he dared not move without permission. The fresh cane marks along his calves made sure of that.
“Here, boy.”
The Emperor had taken to calling him boy, which he found strange and overfamiliar. To his handlers, he had always been One-Oh-Seven. More and more, it has simply been Delta. There was no need for numeration when there were no others.
He rose up off of the carpet, taking silent steps until he stood in front of the weary form of the old man.
The doctor was nowhere to be seen. For this, he was grateful.
A hand heavy with time and with rings pressed against his forehead. Did he look sick? He didn’t mean to. The Emperor would find no fever there, at any rate. Delta ran cold.
“Are the stars all in alignment tonight, poppet?” He withdrew his hand. “Will today be a good day?”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
There was no gap in between their words. There was no hesitation. He would be punished for lying just as quickly as for failing, so he was careful not to lie. Of course today would be a good day.
Delta was excellent.
But the Emperor still searched him. It was not illness he had sensed.
“Is everything alright?”
The concern in his voice only made the sting worse. Delta looked down in shame.
It was sullenness. That was all. He was cold all over, soaked with shame. It was bad, he knew. He was supposed to take all punishment without complaint, but Delta so seldom needed correction. It hurt all the more when it did come. He couldn’t get the chill of it to leave him. He’d been torn into.
Unfit, the doctor had said. Unworthy of the privilege. Disgraceful.
“Yes, Your Majesty,” Delta responded, the shame of it deepening. He hadn’t meant to sulk about it. He was only proving their point.
There was nothing wrong with his ability to perform, which is all the Emperor had really been asking. A little emotional hurt had never impacted his powers before — thank god for that. Today would be no exception.
With that, the Emperor rose up. Delta followed a half-step behind him. He was getting on in age. It was never hard to keep up.
They walked all the way past the war room, out onto the deck of the ship. The air was thin in the upper atmosphere, but it was getting more bearable upon the descent. There were a collection of advisors and generals gathered about by the railing. Delta kept his head bowed respectfully, careful not to look them dead on. With the Emperor there, he knew they wouldn’t dare touch him. But it was a deeply ingrained habit and one he saw no reason to break.
There was a pressure at his shoulder. It was meant to be reassuring, but it only scared him worse. He could see the target below. Its perimeter was painted in a pale orange color.
They wanted showy this time.
Space was made around him as they clicked the collar off of his neck. He closed his eyes. The light was painful. All the hearts beating so close were distracting.
Disgraceful. He felt the sting of fear in his chest and prickling at his eyes. It was going to hurt. He was getting frigid in a way he hadn’t before. He didn’t want to be hurt.
He zeroed in on the target anyway, visualizing its delimitation among the pale. He wished they’d given him something to hold onto. All he had now were his own hands and his nails cutting indents into the palms. Showy. The world snapped as the target was turned to dust.
The collar clicked back on. Blood was already pooling in his throat and in his sinuses. The migraine aura descended. He swayed, but not fall. The Emperor’s hand steadied him there. It moved calming circles into his back. He heard the applause, but to him it sounded miles away.
“Incredible.” The Emperor had whispered into his ear. “You were wonderful.”
And like that, he was glowing. He couldn’t help it. He wasn’t supposed to feel a thing, but the warmth of the praise made itself at home in him. It was the only time he let himself feel anything close to pride — and he could have lived in its light. It was almost worth it. He felt sick enough to die and it was almost worth it.
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Silas placed the blank sheet of paper down onto the desk and slid it towards him. His expression was grim.
“I want you to write down every target you can remember hitting. Names and dates. It doesn’t have to be exact.”
The room was small and dark, not much bigger than a broom closet. Maryam sat beside him at the table. He had a legal right to keep her there — and thought he had not asked her to, she volunteered to accompany him.
Delta rocked his leg a little as he felt at the rough graphite of the pencil.
He took the order for what it was. He had a good sense for it. There were some things he struggled to remember, but in general, his memory was better than most. He had been allowed no distractions. He’d had no choice but to focus in.
He started with the earlier days of his imperial career — the battleship he’d crushed on the water, the first show of strength before the purchase was made. And then there was all that came after. He was never told until the day of what he would be after, but he remembered them all the same.
Marisol
Pyrha
Holliday
Basalt
Clover
Killian
Versus
He wrote mechanically, appending the dates as best as he could. He’d already made up this list in his mind several times. He’d have offered it to Levon if things had gone differently, but as it stood, he’d never been given the chance.
Regina
Ursa
Deidra
Anatol
Timber
Jocobe
Weissan
He soon ran out of space on the page. He write in a smaller script around the margins.
“That’s enough,” Maryam said, eyeing the prosecutor nervously. Delta kept writing.
“You can stop now,” Silas agreed, reaching to take the paper back.
“I’m not done,” Delta snapped.
He recoiled just as soon as he’d said it. He didn’t know where he’d gotten the nerve to speak like that, to talk back at all, and especially not to them. He dropped the pencil and drew back into the chair, fully expecting to get smacked in the mouth, bare minimum.
The hit didn’t come. Silas took the paper and examined it without much reaction. It was a long list — and that was only with the Emperor. He hadn’t even gotten to Paris yet.
“Can I ask you something? For my own curiosity?” Silas said.
Delta looked up at him.
“About how far away from the target are you when activated?”
“…A mile, sir.” Delta tapped at the chair.
He nodded. “What’s the closest you’ve ever been to someone you’ve killed?”
He heard Maryam scoff beside him, but he thought it was a fair question, if an abrupt one. He had to think about it for a second. As the answer came to him, he felt the shock of ocean water, stealing just as much breath from him as it had the first time.
He held his hands up to demonstrate, having no other way to quantify the distance. Right up against his body. He’d garroted him, wrapped the chains around his neck and held him there. The water had done the rest. He hadn’t even used his powers.
“Daniel Martino,” he answered quietly, “The same night I got picked up.”
It was his most recent kill — and if Levon’s word was anything to believe in, it would be the last.
He hadn’t told anyone about it until now.
“Your handler?” Silas asked.
“Yes, sir.”
Silas and Maryam exchanged a look he could not read.
“Well, I certainly wouldn’t fault you for that.” Silas folded the paper into his pocket.
The clemency caught him off guard. Delta looked down, embarrassed all the same.
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The shades were drawn in the conference room. It was a stormy day outside — Delta could imagine how the static might’ve felt on his skin had he been out there. For now, all he could do was imagine it.
“Delta,” the prosecutor drew his attention back, “I asked you a question.”
Silas was sharper with him when there was a crowd. He was familiar with this tactic. It didn’t register to him as a surprise, only as a kind of dull pain.
“I’m sorry, sir,” Delta said weakly, but sincerely. “…Could you repeat it, please?”
He usually would not have been bold enough to make requests, but then he usually wouldn’t have zoned out in the first place.
“Were the accounts of lateral violence within the Institute true?” He asked, then clarified: “Were the students there encouraged to hurt one another?”
“Yes, sir.” Delta closed his eyes. He did not need to guess the next question.
“Did you ever use your powers to injure the other students?”
Not because he wanted to. He didn’t know if he was allowed to answer with that. It had been a yes-or-no question — and his handlers had gotten mad whenever he tried to explain himself around it. He didn’t know if the same rules would apply here.
“Yes, sir.”
He caught the concerned looks of the others at the conference table. The council members had shown him no scorn so far, in spite of everything. He dreaded losing it. But in his mind, it was an inevitability. He couldn’t make himself look back.
“Did you ever kill any of them?”
It wasn’t the same as injuring. The administration had loved to use him as a threat long before he was in the imperial service. He’d always be the first they brought out they sent to scare the others into submission. After the first few times — cracked ribs, broken arms, and painful shocks — any actual violence wasn’t needed. The threat alone was enough.
That wasn’t the same as killing. While the punishment had been painful, the kills were quick. Those were for safety alone. Nobody ever died as a punishment. They died because they were about to kill everyone else.
It’d been a yes-or-no question. The answer was yes, obviously.
“Yes, sir.”
He kept his eyes down. Kitty shifted a bit to his left. He didn’t want to see the way her face changed when she found out.
Silas ended his line of questioning. The lights dimmed further as the video began to play.
PYRHA 08
SOL 07
The caption showed against the grainy white backdrop. He could see the town in his mind before it was shown on the screen. It was before the disaster. Jade was pushed up into the edges of the home. All their streets were still cobblestone. From above, as he had seen it, the town looked to be built into a crescent moon shape. The blue tops of buildings stood out against the pale sand.
“…There was this burning, endless light…”
The voiceover played over still frames of the cloud. The images clipped together in animation. He saw the tip of the airship approaching the edge of the sky.
Whoever had produced the documentary had no knowledge of the cause. How could they? It was a superweapon, they were sure, but how could they have known what?
All they could do was to quantify it. The ground temperature had reached the same peak as the sun. The duration lasted ten to fifteen seconds — 12.945 seconds, Delta corrected in his mind. There’d been no warning. 2,031 people had died. About five hundred families.
The focus was the math — and more than that, the footage. Few of his attacks had ever been so well documented. But almost as an aside, they had spoken to some of the eye witnesses.
A girl with chestnut brown hair smiled sadly into the camera as she held up the picture. The image quality changed again as a video from inside her house began to play. He could not tell if she was the infant or the child holding onto it inside the cedar living room. The camera shifted angles to capture their mother grinning on the couch, clapping along to the silent song.
There was some primordial ache in him that would not sleep. It’d always burned too hot. After the first few times, he’d learned not to touch it.
He felt it burning now, pressed up against his skin with no escape.
“And my friends always made fun of me for being such a townie, because I had to ride the bus two hours just to get to school,” the girl chirped softly, “And I remember that morning, my mom telling me not to stay too long after classes. She wanted me to come straight home that day because-“
Her voice broke.
“Because we were going to go out as a family.”
The clip cut away to the moment the sky tore open.
Delta stood up before he knew what he was doing. He stumbled blindly away from the table, pushing out into the hall.
He’d taken her parents from her. Ripped her away from them, the same way he’d been ripped away from his own. The loss cut through him sharper than he could ever remember.
He was crying. He couldn’t stop it. The sorrow and fear enveloped him in equal measures. He’d walked out. He hadn’t been dismissed, he’d never walked out like that in all his life. But he couldn’t stand to hear anymore. He didn’t want them to see him cry.
He wanted his mom. It was silly. He didn’t even know what she looked like. She clearly hadn’t wanted him.
“Delta?” Levon called after him. He stopped dead. He was recall trained — he wouldn’t dare move farther. But he couldn’t bring himself to turn around. He didn’t think he could.
He sank to the floor instead. He tried to hide his tears, but his body shook from the effort. He was still good about being quiet when he was hurt. He was trying very hard to be good about it.
A soft sob escaped him anyway. Levon bent down onto the floor beside him.
“That was too far. I’m sorry. That shouldn’t have happened.” Levon placed one hand lightly onto his shoulderblade. His thumb worked over the knots that had formed there, so bound up and painful.
“I’m sorry,” Delta said. It was always the first thing to come out of his mouth these days, no matter how much they tried to correct it.
He remembered how young he was at the time. He remembered how proud he’d been.
“I didn’t know,” Delta said through tears, “I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”
“I know, baby,” Levon’s voice got quiet. It didn’t echo. No one else could have heard. “You’re okay. It’s okay.”
Then, even quieter, the admission: “It’s not your fault.”
Delta sobbed into his sleeve, leaning over so that his face almost touched the ground. He wished he could stop it. It was taking everything out of him.
He felt a gentle tug at his sleeve. It was an invitation. He accepted it before he could stop himself, too desperate for any semblance of comfort. Levon pulled him into the hug. His cries grew muffled as he hid his face in the fabric of the shirt.
“I’m so sorry, baby.” Levon said, the pain audible in his voice. He carded his hands through the boy’s hair, doing all he could to soothe him.
“I didn’t mean to,” came the soft whine in response.
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#whump#whump prompt#whump scenario#whump writing#living weapon#living weapon whumpee#past trauma#referenced child abuse#referenced caning#past emotional abuse#war#parental death mention#child death mention#emotional whump#crying#angst#comfort#hurt/comfort#rubies#delta#levon#REMOVE LEVON FROM THE COURT HIS ASS IS NOT IMPARTIAL#i got in my feels about delta today thats why this is so comfort-heavy at the end#he really really needs it
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"....I was giving Luthor's cellphone a virus."
Also I totally lost order of these screenshots as I just take them from my clipboard and copy the link, but I just forgot to post a bunch of pics so my clipboards now a mess. Sorry but also I'm just reccing fics so not that much
"So true, bestie,"
I love when the batkids use slang and confuse tf out of each other.
"Maybe? I don't actually remember what we did with Santa's body."
He wants to reward the first part because finally the kid realizes cops are bad, but he just called Jason a cop.
Freebird guitar solo: can't believe I'm gonna turn 18
Stop calling me sonic I'm clearly tails: and it only took 34 years
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(Bart:) 😎 🤜 》》+he |Forth ₩all ]]
I'm like a divorce lawyer with how I'm always breaking things in half.
- The Author
"Richard."
Oh no.
"What did I do?"
You Dun Fucked' Up, That's What You Did!!
"Is that how it works?"
"I tried it once and met Jesus. I remember."
"You don't believe in Jesus," Damian says.
"That's what made it so memorable."
Lmao Tim Wtf ( T∀T)
#dc#dcu#ao3 fanfic#ao3#fanfic#funny#i need more fics like this#angst#like i know i put a lot of funny screenshots#but like#unreliable narrators#and i love#unreliable narrator Tim#just the casual mentions of obvious abuse and neglect#that h Does Not Acknowledge#because thats normal for him#just- ugh.#tim and damian#tim angst#unhinged tim drake#and damian#they both do fucked up and feral shit#they're brothers your honor#and i love them#bad dad bruce wayne#robin damian#robin tim drake#well his training#child abuse
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No i dont think its a good thing to make hating children your entire personality but can i please just say that i dont like them and dont want to deal with screaming temper tantrums and meltdowns from other peoples kids (especially, ESPECIALLY when the parents are absolutely useless in dealing with them) without 30,000 people crawling out of the woodwork to assume that i think all kids should die
#i dont like them. in fact i kind of do hate them#but i am also a mature adult who can control my actions and do not show it outwardly#i am actually very good with kids#but i dont want anything to do with them and my dislike of them doesnt mean im a child abuser#thinking of this after working the family and disability line at work today#and the amount of meltdowns i had to soothe myself because their parents just stared blankly at them#and how this happens all day every day in that line#its because you put their teddy bear into a bin and it disappeared. thats why theyre screaming. they dont know where its going#why is it my job to go 'dont worry! lions just getting his picture taken like you do at school :)) you might be able to see it if#you ask the officer very nicely at the other end of the line :))'#its 4 in the morning. dont make me do two jobs at once#vent post
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One big, happy family/s
#one of these are a bastard child#can you tell who the bastard is?#anyway I like how the artist made sure you could tell none of them are happy#even whitley with his fake smile and glass eyes#you got the abusive & racist rich daddy#you got the mom drowning her sorrows with wine#you got the golden child that ran out the house as fast as possible#you got the affair baby that wants to kill his half siblings#you got the black sheep thats somehow also the nice one#and then you got the new favorite child that low key hates everyone here#rwby fix it fic#rwby rewrite#rwby au#jacques schnee#willow schnee#winter schnee#adam taurus#weiss schnee#whitley schnee#rwby
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I think "one or more of them is in danger or almost fucking dies, in the process discovering their child's impurity, and then after a lot of emotional turmoil they just pass the fuck out the second they're safe and calm again thanks to the awful, exhausting day they've had" is a scenario I write weirdly often for this messy as hell family
Anyway. Family cuddles. My babygirl is exhausted and deserves to be held for once
ID start: A black and white doodle of the Pale King, White Lady, and Pure Vessel from Hollow Knight as humans. The three of them are covered in bruises and scratches. They're sleeping in a pile of blankets with the Pure Vessel tucked in between their parents, with only their face showing. The Pale King is hugging them with both sets of his arms, his face buried in their hair, while the White Lady lays beside them with her arm drapped over the both of them and roots coiling around them. End ID.
#faaf au#spooky arts#pale king#white lady#pure vessel#half assing the tags#while i do adore my usual messy and long story of their relationship evolving with time and forging a familial bond through blood and tears#after everything that happened and all the wrong theyve done. i still enjoy putting them in situations thay force them to either communicate#or show that they care for and love their child and vice versa. essentially resolving 8 years of plot in like. a week tops#thats only half a joke they legitimately skip over like 5-6 years of miscommunication. further hurt and resentment#theres still lots lf family therapy theyre gonna need but theyre starting it on a better note than the classic faaf#also flower coming to terms with the fact theyve been abused WHILE in contact with their parents and the two getting first row seats to that#and just how much their kid will bend backwards to come up with any excuses for what theyve done to them is fun
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I genuinely have no clue how someone can think "getting hit on the ear doesn't hurt"
Getting hit ANYWHERE on the head fucking hurts. I've got plenty of experience with it (various sources) for me personally, top of the head hurts worst (I have a gnarly scar there from a dog bite, very sensitive), but ear is pretty high on the list. Bonus Points for how the sensation made my tinnitus act up
The head is like a thin layer of watermelon rhine wrapped around the most precious organ in your body, and to discourage you from bashing it open, it was wrapped in meat that screams when it gets too close to a dangerous object.
I'm also having a hard time understanding how a person can come to that conclusion. It's... it's right there. You can touch and pull and smack your own ear. You will feel it hurt more than most other parts of your body.
I can only conclude that the anon has never had their ear physically abused, and quite frankly, I hope they never do. I hope they know their lack of personal experience is enviable.
#Anyone who hasn't been clobbered on the ear also probably doesn't understand how LOUD it feels#If you get hit at the wrong angle on the ear canal it feels like the air compresses down into it. It is extremely painful#And it rings afterwards#Cw physical abuse#Tw physical abuse#Physical abuse#Cw child abuse#Tw child abuse#Child abuse#And thats blunt force; i think one of the most painful incidents i went through was getting dragged across a floor by the ear#I've had black eyes. Been slapped in the face. Had a door hit me and been bonked with a car trunk#None of those hurt as much
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Feel free to ignore this, but I have to ask since I've been rewatching yugioh 5ds and you're one of the very few blogs I've searched that mentioned Satellite Bros age order. I'd love to hear your thoughts on this and if you know other blogs that talk about it.
WHY WOULD I EVER IGNORE THIS ITS ONE OF MY FAVORITE THINGS. THANK YOU SO MUCH <3
*takes deep breath* ok SO
Word of god canon is that the age order is Jack (19), Yusei (18), and Crow (17), at the start of the series.
But while you can make an argument that Yusei would have records, people who knew when he was born, or at least a birth certificate, Jack and Crow are orphans. If Jack is indeed 19, then he would have been roughly a year old when Zero Reverse happened, likely killing his parents, at the very least destroying a massive amount of city infrastructure. You tell me Jack knows his birthday and I press (X) to doubt.
Crow is apparently canonically younger than Yusei, but. His parents also died in Zero Reverse.
This. This straight up does not work.
Also Yusei is shown to be a baby when Zero Reverse occurred and if Crow's parents did indeed die in Zero Reverse when he was under a year old he there is NO WAY he would live much longer than that. That's just. How babies work.
CROW HOGAN HAS TO BE OLDER THAN YUSEI.
I will die on this hill. I watched the show thinking Crow was the middle brother and then learned their apparent canon ages after because he has to be older than Yusei for any of his backstory to make sense. Konami can fight me on this.
NARRATIVELY they are the middle and youngest child. Jack has Past motifs, Crow is Present, and Yusei is Future. Jack and Yusei's whole dynamic is the most oldest sibling vs youngest sibling drama possible.
As for Jack, I always like to think it was his birthday like, a week before Yusei leaves Satellite, because being a Newly Minted Twenty Year Old explains everything about his personality.
#jack and crow straight up dont have birth certificates#interesting note about Yusei's birthday: it is also apparently the same day as Zero Reverse. Which also just cant be true.#I choose to interpret that as the day Martha found Yusei and thats what all her kids celebrate instead of birthdays#and at some point Yusei just forgot thats not the actual day he was born#Im sorry konami if I'm not meant to read Yusei as the youngest of the three#why have Jack and Crow shelter him from physical and emotional abuse until they have to leave him for their own reasons#leaving Yusei in a dangerous home situation that he was previously unaware of because the other two functioned as a shield#HUH KONAMI???????????#Jack is SO eldest sibling coded#Crow is SO middle child coded#Yusei is SO youngest brother coded#I like to think Goodwin forged Jacks documents and made him like a year younger on paper just to screw with him#yugioh#yugioh 5ds#ygo 5ds#ygo#5ds#asks#answered asks#yusei fudo#jack atlas#crow hogan
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