#tw attempted child murder

[the-martyrfication-of-the-matron]

*hold gun cutely* Your turn to share headcannons for us to stea- take inspiration from

I find this so funny because there was a period of time where I only posted HCs… and it’s so weird bc damn I don’t do that anymore huh

A lot of my HCs have obviously changed in the 2/3 years I’ve been posting for this fandom, so…

Ahem.

If you ever want any SPECIFIC HCs, do ask, like I’m genuinely happy to offer any info you want. Anyways

DIVINE WARRIORS, because mfers keep talking about them.

TW, for like, sacrifices, and attempted child-murder/sacrifice... and child-on-mother cannibalism... if it counts as cannibalism when the child is a god.

They’re all gods or god-adjacent. Everyone talks about how they are making them not all gods, but fuck that man I find this fun.

They all reach their godhood in different ways, though. and godhood is something that is... complicated. fluid, even.

i'm just gonna talk about Shad (Judgement, in LR) and Irene, tho, bc otherwise this post would be mega fucking long. and i'm pretty sure i have a Kul'Zak ask anyways.

Y'know how people say 'the world is your oyster'? Well, the world is shad's egg. literally. He's the Draconic God of Death, and his entity was created in the belly (centre) of the earth, in heat and warmth and magma. He clawed his way out of the world, and this lore is mentioned in the prologue of LR, but his emergence from the core of the earth caused the earth to bunch up, and created mountains and valleys, and ravines. similarly to dropping a pebble into water, his emergence caused literal ripples. which is why most mountains and such are kind of in a radial pattern outwards from the 'belly of the world', which is just a huge fuck-off ravine. That said, not all mountains, because it's been thousands/millions of years since his emergence, and things do change. He was created as a god, before anyone knew what gods were. He was not the first being to exist, Early humans were around to witness his birth, but he is by far one of the most ancient. Hence why his followers call him 'the Ancient'.

Irene was born a god, though she was birthed by human parents. It's a whole situation, really, very lengthy. More about her mother than it really is about Irene. But she was born during the emergence. Her head crowned as Shad's emerged from the earth, and when he had fully freed himself and laid upon the cool ground, Irene was put into her mother's arms. Her and Shad are perfectly the same age, born at the same exact moment, to balance each other out. It's unclear which one sparked the creation of the other, but it doesn't matter. Both were born bloody and screaming, made to match. Irene was, however, not born looking human. She was a creature from day one. And she was ugly asf too bc like, she's feathered in her creature form, and have you ever seen fresh baby birds? Them mfers ugly. So, reasonably, her parents' people went 'aa' and decided to sacrifice her to the juvenile god of death bc they have volcanoes now, they can do that. However, Irene's mother was fiercely over-protective of her, and instead hid her in the woods to keep her out of the grasps of those wishing to harm her. She meant to go back and get her, so that she could find somewhere safe for her, but Irene's mother kind of got caesar'd (happy ides of march for two days ago), for trying to keep the fucked up little thing she birthed. Her body was dumped into the forest, and Irene ended up finding it and going 'oh a snack'. so... that's fun. However, as is how blood magic works, when one of magic consumes the heart of another, they consume their entirety. It was how Irene claimed a human form, by eating a human heart, and whilst it wasn't particularly an instantaneous transformation, it also lead to her becoming a mother. If not for eating her own mother's heart, she never would've had the maternal traits that ending up characterising her for most of her existence.

half of the irene stuff wasn't even info on how she became a god lmao, just 'oh she was born that way... also she ate her mother lmao'

[saturdaynightlivedork]

Really?

(TW: C***d a***e, attempted m****r)

I was just browsing comments on a Reddit post (I’m not going to say what the post was about, but it dealt with the hardships of parenting Disabled children).

Someone in the comments brought up the Dr. Phil episode about Issy Stapleton and said they felt for the one who tried to murder her so badly. I don’t think anyone said they felt sorry for, you know, Issy.

REALLY? It’s been almost TEN YEARS and people are still excusing what happened to Issy? 🤦‍♀️

Why?!

I support Issy. I will until the day I leave this Earth.

[furiousgoldfish]

I want to talk about a situation that happened when I was a kid, and even though this particular instance did not traumatize me (that I know of), it still deals with traumatic themes, such as physical abuse, attempted murder and severe neglect, so be careful if you're reading on! I'll explain at the end why I'm talking about it, and also psychoanalyze what I think was going on.

When I was about 6-9 years old, I had a strong conviction that my father was going to kill me. He would lock me into the basement and hurt me, and even though the injuries weren't lethal, I could feel the intent, he was out of control, not watching where he was hitting, if he was going to break my bones or not, it was erratic, terrifying. I love how I prefaced this with 'oh this didn't traumatize me' and then I started with that, but it's just the context to the actual story. That first part did probably traumatize me, I remember little of it.

Since I felt that my life was in peril, I decided, logically, that I needed to kill him before he kills me. It was justified I would defend my life with all I had. So I sneaked into the basement room, and searched for something that I could use for a weapon, next time he shuts me in there. I found one, memorized where it was, and then I was ready.

It came soon after, the event of me being alone with him in the basement, him out of control, attacking me, and again, I felt like I was about to be killed. So I grabbed a metal pole hidden next to the fireplace, used my full strength and hit him on the head with it. He fell down, and stopped moving.

I panicked then. He looked dead. I let myself out of the basement (I knew where the key was) and yelled for mother, telling her that I killed him, but I had to, because he was going to kill me. When we got back to where he was lying down, blood was trickling out of his nose. But my mother wasn't panicking like I was, she could probably see him breathing. Then he sat up.

I was even more scared then, because if he wasn't dead, then he knew I just tried to kill him, and would come after me even worse. But he didn't. He didn't even look at me. He wiped his nose, seeming completely calm, rage from before completely gone, talking only to the other family members, who seemed concerned about him.

I was told, that it's good for me that I didn't kill him, because had I done that, I would have been imprisoned for murder for the rest of my life. And other than that, everyone ignored me. Nobody talked to me, or had anything to say about the entire event. Father ignored me as well. I was not punished. Nobody was even mad at me. Nothing else was done.

The 'you'll go to prison forever if you kill him' line worked on me, because I didn't know the law, I didn't know that we don't incarcerate little kids; I was underage. They lied to me. So next time when he got me close to that feeling of 'I'm about to be murdered', I had no way to defend myself. If I killed him I would go to prison. I had no choice but to just let him do whatever and not retalliate in any significant way. Sad and painful.

Thinking back later on this event, it was bewildering to me that I was not punished whatsoever for a murder attempt, despite getting punished for bullshit like 'talking back' or 'having an unpleasant face expression'. This was common; I could be severely punished for leaving a door open, but when I did something big, like hurt a sibling, or threaten someone, or hit my father with a metal pole in the head, there was no consequences whatsoever, nobody would have even talked to me about it. I wondered if this was just because they loved that shit, they loved watching me grow into the same violent, brutal and sadistic person they all were, because then they could go 'you're no different than us', and be right. But, unlike them, once I knew something I did hurt another person, I wouldn't do it again; I did horrible things just because I was a kid, and all adults around me were horrible, and I mimicked them, as kids do. They wouldn't punish me for mimicking their awful behaviour because they approved of that, and they didn't care if my siblings were hurt because they loved hurting children anyway.

This also reinforces the theory that punishment is just an excuse to hurt a child, because these were the legitimate reasons to invoke consequences, but they never did, punishments were dished out when they felt like torturing someone and at that point, any face expression could have been an excuse enough. They didn't care about raising a kid or teaching them right and wrong, it was all just self-serving acts of sadistic pleasure.

But to let a murder attempt fly? I thought about it more today, and realized that maybe, they were shocked I did that. Maybe it was an unpleasant surprise to find out, that under severe stress, I would make an attempt at their lives. Maybe finding out that I just tried to kill one of them, made them not want to immediately try and do more violence to me. Maybe they were concerned that I injured their family member, and were more preoccupied with that. Maybe the logistics of 'this child just attempted to kill someone' made them slightly less secure in their 'beating children is normal and good' culture, maybe it signaled to them that beating children could be, in fact, a little dangerous. Of course this didn't make them not wanna do it, they just needed to persuade the child to take it and not retalliate, thus 'you'll go to prison if you do that', and afterwards they felt comfortable again, sure that justice is on their side. To make things more sinister, beating children was not even illegal in my country during that time, so what they were doing to me wasn't punishable by law. But if I retalliated, I was a criminal, according to them.

Hitting children did become illegal by the time I was 9, but conveniently nobody bothered informing  me, and I would live many more years in belief that violence towards me was normal, necessary and completely legal, hell I believed that even killing me was legal, because everyone was acting like it very much was and were threatening it left and right.

So the reason I'm thinking about this event, is that I just got some great news. My father has colon cancer. He's currently hospitalized about it. I don't know what stage it is, but the mortality rate for it is high. He might die. He might die.

I am overjoyed. I am hopeful, I am thrilled, I could not be more happy about this. What I started with that pole in the basement, might get finished. If he dies I am free. If he dies, my version of what happened is the only one to exist. I would be safe.

I think my reaction is interesting. Because I know other victims of abuse feel some sort of grief, some sort of pain and guilt for their sick or dying abusers, especially when they're parents, because of the parental bond, and trauma bonding, and victims generally having a lot of empathy and humanity towards abusers. Not me! Apparently my father managed to never even develop the basic parent-child bond with me, and I was ready to kill him by the time I was 6. What kind of shitbag human do you have to be so that your small child tries to kill you with a metal pole and when they hear you're dying, it's the best news of their life? That's such inhumane stuff that all my basic child instincts of attaching to my caretakers got overwritten by the necessity of protecting my life. You did it so badly you messed with human DNA there! Biological instincts voted against your parenthood! Self defense murder was invoked against you. You are ruled out as a bad parent and a life threat by my tiny child instincts.

[thicctails]

The River | PART 1 | Jurassic Sap Hole AU

Sometimes, in nature, a parent will abandon or kill their young. Usually, this is because they know something is wrong, and that the young has a very low chance of survival. Two hatchlings with abnormally bright coats are magnets for predators, especially since one is sickly and lethargic. Surely it would be more merciful to end things quickly, rather than wait for the inevitable, right?

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

*TW*

Hello!!! I absolutely love platonic yanderes with teenage reader so can I ask for a fic where the teen!reader is basically a traumatized being. They have experienced hell throughout their life from mental abuse to physical abuse. Like I mean, they have gotten in many dangerous situations which ended up with police involved (kidnapped, assaulted, murder attempt). Ofc the reader never really did anything wrong, they were just an innocent child till everything went downhill. They don't have any family members left leading them to stay at an orphanage. Anddd you could say the orphanage people aren't the nicest. And their mental health has become so fucked up that they had attempted suicide.

You don't have to do this if ur uncomfortable ofc. Sorry about how triggering the request might be

On the roof

Self-Aware! Platonic! BSD Cast x GN! Teen! Traumatized! Reader

Description: You are on the rooftop in the middle of the night.

Trigger warning: Suicide attempt. Abuse. Child abuse. Kidnapping. Assault. Attempted murder.

List of Suicide hotline numbers can be found here and here.

Warning: One swear word. English is my second language.

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You silently opened the door, that leads to the roof of an orphanage. With your phone in hand, you take a few steps forward.

The door closed behind you.

You just stand here. You were silent.

You were here. You wanted to end this.

You sighed and looked around.

Should you just... Go to the edge and jump? It's not like someone would care about you.

You didn't bother with the last note.

No one would care about the reason.

You will simply become a name in documents.

You just wanted to be heard.

You mindlessly looked at your phone.

Should you take it with you?

Or left it here, so someone else would use it?

Your gaze stopped at the "BSD Mayoi Inu Kaikitan" icon. Will the new owner delete it? Or will continue your progress?

You tapped on the icon. You didn't leave a note.

Yet, you "talked" to BSD Characters so often, that it seems right, to let them hear your last words.

Your reasons.

You opened the Main Menu and choose 'Meeting Hall' option.

The picture of ADA Office appeared. And Chibis of all BSD Characters appeared.

This new option was cute. You liked petting chibis.

All chibis 'looked' at you.

And you finally spoke.

"Mom was strange..."

________

Your mom was strange.

She smelled funny. Like water everyone told you not to drink.

Sometimes, she stared at you. Stared for a long time.

And there were rules.

1. Don't cry.

2. Don't annoy mom.

3. You eat last.

4. If you stayed past curfew, you will sleep outside.

5. Don't tell anyone about your home life.

At least, she let you play outside as much as you want. Mom liked, when you were away from home.

*******

You were five, when you got kidnapped.

That night, you wake up to get some water.

Mom saw you.

In her eyes, you broke a rule.

You were sleeping outside.

One moment you were trying to get comfortable under the porch.

Next moment a man in a mask was dragging you in a van.

Three days.

You were in a dark, scary place for three days.

On a third day you heard two men talking.

"What do you mean, that mother didn't realize, that kid were missing?!"

_____

"Still... Mom paid the ransom. Kidnappers left me. It takes three more days for police to find me..."

____

You were standing near a police officer. And your mom finally arrived to the police station to collect you.

You walked to her, your head was low.

She hit you.

You screamed.

You collapsed on the floor, and your mother bent over you. She hissed and pushed you in the side with her feet.

"Are you satisfied, brat? Get up and go pack your belongings, we’re moving to a shed."

"You should treat your kid more kindly..." the officer grumbled. Your mother squealed.

"Kindly?! This brat had ruined my whole life!” Your mom was mad. She screamed like a fury, jumped in place and gave cowering you blow after blow. You didn’t try to dodge. You just trembled, curled up into a ball.

"Hubby ran away as soon as he gets it inside me! But dear relatives didn’t let me throw it away. They didn’t let me give it to an orphanage! They said that I need to raise this child! They stood up for a little bastard! But now, when I need to pay debt, they are nowhere to be found! They say I play cards too much! I'm just unlucky! Things are not going my way! The house is mortgaged! I poured all my savings into the last card game and won! I would pay off all my debts! And because of this thing, I now have to live in a shed! What will I tell my family now?! What will others say about me?!"

Officer heard enough.

The CPS were called.

_______

"... They were trying to find my father... Until then, grandmother and grandfather agreed to took me in..."

_______

You were six.

Your grandfather sat on the opposite side of the table.

Your textbook and notebook were laying on the table before you.

And your grandfather was talking.

"I finished checking your homework. As I expected, you are a little idiot. A stupid, worthless waste of space. You have made few stupid mistakes. You wrote numbers in a wrong order.

Grandfather opened your notebook. A red paste was covering the page.

2 + 1 = 3 1 + 2 = 3

3 + 1 = 4. 1 + 3 = 4

"So..." Grandfather take a ruler.

"Give me your hand. It will be ten hits for every wrong number."

________

"...it took two year to find my father. He had a family. And I... I was a child from affair. They never let me live it down... For years"

_______

You were nine.

The blow, when it came, took all of your air out of your lungs. You would have fallen if not for your two... "siblings" holding you.

"It feels good, giving a good beating to a dirtbag, right?"

The next hit was in your left eye. You managed to close it in time.

But it will be swollen.

You felt hot breath on your face.

"Your hair is too good for a bastard child."

Your sister brought the scissors up to your hair.

Snip, snip, snip. Cutting right alongside the scalp, sending your hair like leaves swirling to the ground.

Then scissors were plunged into your stomach.

"Die, child of a dirty whore."

______

"...Police was called. They were arrested. But I remained with father and his wife..."

_____

You were twelve.

You were going food shopping. Big bags were heavy, you were tried.

You still need to clean up the house and make dinner.

When you were attacked, because someone tied to rob you, you didn't even care.

You only knew, that, you will be beaten again for being late. And for losing food.

You were long past gone. There were no point in carrying about yourself.

~~~~~~

You were thirteen.

Your father, his wife and you were going to the funeral.

Your father's uncle died.

Now he only has his wife and kids. And you.

He noticed your gaze in a reflection.

He yelled at you for staring.

And he crashed.

You spent three hours in a broken car.

You were the only survivor.

_______

"... I was sent to an orphanage. I am too old to have any chance to be adopted. And I wasn't the only one, who had no chance to have a family..."

______

You tasted dirt and blood. An old rug was thrown over your head, to make it harder for you to fight back.

Someone pressed a knee on the back of your neck and held your face against the ground.

A kick in the side made you roll on your back.

Another person began to push down on your neck with an arm.

You began to struggle, thrashing about with your legs and beating them against the floor, but it was no good.

There were other kids around—at least a dozen of them. One of them would do something. One of them was sure to see that things were taking too far. Your vision began to go fuzzy.

Caretakers saved you only because the noise didn't let them watch TV.

________

"I couldn't take it anymore. I... thank you... Thank you for making me happy... For being the only happy thing in my life."

You finished talking and put your phone on the ground. You stand up and walked towards the edge.

You heard a loud noise. You turned around.

BSD Characters were standing behind you. Real.

And you were still standing near the edge. You were silent. Nikolai lift his overcoat and put his hand into the portal.

His head reappeared near you. You jumped away. Now you were even closer to the edge.

"No... I... I don't want to... Don't come closer..." whispered you. You took another step. You were almost here.

"[Y/N], if you go back, I will give you a hug!"

You froze and turned around.

Kenji Miyazawa made a step forward. He opened his arms, offering a hug.

"I promise, I will give you a hug. Come here... You really need a hug."

You trembled. You moved towards Kenji.

Step. After step. After step.

Kenji was standing here. Offering a hug.

You launched yourself forward, wrapping your arms around Kenji. He immediately hugged you back.

You cried. For the first time in years.

In a few minutes, you were in a middle of a large group hug.

________

You are fifteen.

You are living with your family.

You still have a long path to recovery.

And you are not alone.

BSD Cast will stay with you.

And will make sure, that you will never be hurt again.

[drinkinboilingcoffee]

I do stick by my William-caring-for-his-kids-very-deeply-in-a-messed-up-way, but I also think he tried to kill one of them at some point I will elaborate later

[worst-mother-throwdown]

BRACKET 1

Round 3

TW: child abuse, emotional abuse, mass murder, manipulation, attempted murder, drowning, sexual abuse, rape

Titania propaganda

Cordelia propaganda

[irequirealobotomy]

tw: blood, electrical weapons, injury, child injury, transphobia (just one intentional misgender), murder, attempted murder

Bo’s heart pounded as he limped away from Bishop. As if a show of power, the human didn’t run. He knew his prey couldn’t escape. The voice that echoed from the man wasn’t natural. ”Thats enough, hybrid,” He snapped, and Bo flinched, the hand pressed to his bleeding leg tremor harder with each passing moment. “I should end you right here. Like I ended that stupid human before you before she cheated!” His voice raised, and the crackle from his weapon increased until it filled the room.

-Just Around The Corner: Little Hybrid

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Well, here we go, finally designed and drew Bishop. Heavily based on his 2003 design because I don’t like him enough to work on him. /hj

No, this fic won’t be out for a looooong time. But I wanted to draw something based off of it!

Reference is by @adorkastock, below is the pic and also the sketch :)

[aftgficrec]

hi I'm so excited I caught you guys open :D

I was wondering if you guys could find some fics where Neil brings up his past in casual conversation or his past gets brought up because of something he said or did

Also I've read a lot of the older soulmate fics where they can feel each other's pain or communicate telepathically and stuff like that but was wondering if there are any new ones :)

Ty u so much <333

There is so much material here I decided to split it into 2 parts, one with fics about Neil’s past, and one devoted to soulmate aus.  Enjoy! - S

references to Neil’s past:

people Neil met on the run here

Foxes learn about Neil's past here

The Foxes react to Neil’s life here

The Foxes react to Neil’s scars here

The Foxes react to Mary’s abuse here

videos of neil on the run here

Neil’s secrets unravel here

Neil says ‘it’s fine I’ve had worse’ here

Neil shows off his knife skills here

‘The Bet’ here 

‘here I am, there you go again’ here

‘I'm not broken (I'm made for a mosaic)’ and ‘More Afterthoughts, Chapter 39’ here

‘arrivals/departures’ here 

‘TFC minifics...’ Ch 23 here

‘heavy hands, heavy hearts’ here

‘"I've endured far worse"’ here

‘it whistles through the ghosts still left behind’ here

you may also like:

Neil with languages/accents here

Neil with languages/accents 2 here

‘No straighter path than to struggle’ here

Neil also shows off his knife and language skills in ‘I Hope You Lie To Me’ here (ch. 9)

Neil’s past:

Andrew, I'm fine by AceSirenSinger [Rated T, 2081 words, complete, 2023]

Andrew passes through the door into the ensuite bathroom, and he freezes an instant before he understands why. The bathroom tile is smudged red, just so. Someone bled here, and then wiped it, too quickly. Andrew wants to call for Neil, but he is suddenly unsure if he is alone in his apartment.

tw: nightmares, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: knives, tw: violence

Killer Bunny by godless_writer [Rated T, 6661 words, complete, 2023]

Neil started his second year in college thinking his past was behind him. His father was dead, Riko was dead, he was no longer running – nothing left to hide from. At least that is what he thought before six FBI agents barged into his team’s practice one day. Or The team finds out Neil had to kill some of his father’s men while on the run.

tw: implied/referenced murder, tw: implied/referenced abuse, tw: panic attacks

Bound for Error by confusedtoadd [Rated M, 22759 words, incomplete, last updated July 2023]

“You claim you’ve left your truth bare, yet you still lie, interesting don’t you think Nathaniel?” Neil was paralyzed, stuck between begging for her to stop and strangling her. They were a mix of his parents' wishes, his father's anger was bubbling over, his mother's survival instincts charged his legs with vigor. “Perhaps I should have stepped in sooner. No matter, they will know the truth soon, you did promise no more running, Nathaniel.” OR The foxes react to Neils life, pre-canon included.

tw: implied/referenced suicide attempt, tw: implied/referenced suicidal thoughts, tw: implied/referenced self harm,  tw: violence, tw: blood & gore, tw: torture, tw: abuse, tw: psychological abuse, tw: panic attacks

Secrets by The_stars_ship_us [Rated T, 1265  words, complete, 2023]

Matt sees Neil's scars for the first time and Neil wakes up, still sleepy, and feels comfortable and safe enough to speak in his true accent

tw: implied/referenced abuse, tw: scars

The Best That You Can Hope For (is to die in your sleep) by Major_816 [Not Rated, 10840 words, complete, 2022]

The first time O’Malley saw the kid was in a low-level underground gambling ring, walls crawling with asbestos and next to every bastard inside armed with something sharp if not something packed with warped metal and gunpowder.  He couldn’t have been more than thirteen, but he surveyed the crowd of the room with years more experience than he should have. There were scars cutting across exposed bits of skin, sick looking in the light of the place and stretching hotel-bible-page-thin over crooked bones.  He was a wispy thing. Nothing more than a scrap of a boy stitched together. O’Malley was half-convinced a strong wind might blow him over, but the kid turned, those quick and clever eyes burning across the room and O’Malley could recognize that sort of fight instinct.  He saw him again half a year later in Northern Florida.

tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: scars, tw: panic attacks, tw: dissociation

Broken bones by All_for_the_andreil [Rated T, 1126 words, complete, 2021]

Neil gets injured during a game and freaks out. Andrew finds out what exactly happened to Neil in Baltimore.

tw: implied/referenced torture

I guess I can drop the accent now by poly_pr1nce [Rated M (we say T), 495 words, complete, 2020, locked]

Neil reveals the final thing he's been hiding about himself after the Foxes win against the Ravens and Riko's death

...'ah yes, my shirt will cover this'  by @jingerhead [tumblr, 2021]

This prompt is great, I've read some angsty fics about Neil getting hurt and they're great BUT I love the idea of Neil getting stabbed and he's just like.....'ah yes, my shirt will cover this' and everyone notices right away. I think something super angst or something more lighthearted would be equally great haha!

tw: injuries

Art

what’s life on the run like? art by @meaucrow

Thinking about all he went through trying to survive art by @microolli

[quietwingsinthesky]

(@transmasc-rose) Can we be mean to my friend Amy Pond? I'm not picky, follow your heart here.

hey remember when s6 happened and amy was in the world's worst position possible. so like what if we actually took that as the horror story it was.

She wakes up screaming so loud that she doesn't hear her daughter being born.

They let Amy near her crib. They don't let Amy hold her, but they don't tell her not to. It's about can't. It's about Amy having laid still as Snow White in the glass coffin for nine months while a child she didn't want took all the meager life they pumped into her. It's about her thin arms and thin legs and the fact that she can't even stand on her own. She can't hold her daughter.

She leans over the crib. The first time, she cringes back. The second time, she forces out the first name that comes to mind. "Melody," she says, "Melody." She's not sure, really, if she's naming her child or wishing for her friend to show up, like magic. Amy has wished things into existence before. She tries to do it again, barely pausing for breath as she lets the words fall onto the baby. A story as war waged, words as artillery, the Last Centurion and the Doctor and the girl who waits and waits and waits but is always saved. Melody Pond doesn't understand what she's saying. The nonsense sounds bounce off her child, as useless as smoke.

No one comes.

Amy waits.

No one comes.

Amy doesn't feed Melody. Her body won't allow it.

No one comes.

Strangers hold her daughter more than she does.

No one comes.

They are going to take Melody away. Amy tries to cry about it.

No one comes.

Not for the first time, Amy tries to kill her daughter. This attempt is in her crib, smothering, merciful. The Doctor isn't here, and if he was, what judgment could he pass when the children of Gallifrey follow him in silent droves? This child that came out of her, this child that was made using her, this child that she didn't want—this is the only way Amy knows how to save her.

They stop Amy, of course. Melody cries. She's still crying when they take her away.

The Doctor finally comes, guns blazing, eight months, ten days, and three hours late.

[helpfandom]

Platonic yandere dad riddler (2004) as daughter reader

Riddler is quite the interesting character, since this version would be more apprehensive to a mean reader, so reader would have to be more of the nicer variety.

Perhaps Reader was one of the few that recognized him as the scientist E. Nygma, but weren't apprehensive for him being a criminal. Someone you knew was in that Gotham University and you met him before, and then you met him. He was interested in seeing if you had an aptitude for puzzles or logic like him. Even if his darling doesn't, he's sure to be able to teach you!

He's already been shown to be tech-smart, so he would most definitely watch you through cameras and the like, watching how you treat people and see who he needs to take out since they can't teach you the right way. Teachers are the ones mostly taken out by him.

After the events of Riddler's Revenge, he would kill people by trapping them in the storage containers much like the one he was trapped in with Batman.

Speaking of Batman.

Riddler would take extra care for his obsessions with you never to be found out, and what I mean by that is that he leaves the most amount of clues without meaning too. Of course, Batman is quite perceptive of this and realizes, especially since Robin mentioned you before. He remembers Robin telling him something about a classmate who keeps finding puzzles in their locker...

Batman quickly finds out and is quick to ask Robin to watch over you just slightly, "just make sure that they {Reader}, don't accept the puzzles."

Riddler's offended if you throw them away, and when he sees that Robin is persuading you to toss them... Well. Not even Mr. Freeze could ice his wrath.

He tries to kill Robin.

So anyway, after the Boy Wonder and the Furry stop him from icing the 'brat', he goes to you and asks why you let that insufferable BRAT manipulate you into throwing away his gifts. When he realizes that you don't know he existed / was obsessed with you, he kidnaps you.

Honestly, he doesn't understand, he's a lil' delulu but we love him.

He wouldn't be like BTAS! Riddler because he wouldn't let you have the chance to escape, although he enjoys the thought of testing your mind, he doesn't want to give Batman the chance to hurt you / take you away from him.

"C'mon Adolescent, I can't let you go outside, for you see, the Batman is lurking around trying to capture you away from me."

[waywardtyrantpirate]

Tw: attempted murder, hospitals, psychosis,

Everytime my mother has attempted to murder me it feels like I've been born of blood again. It's hard to explain. I feel like I'm dead but not really dead. Idk. Maybe it's just the psychosis but it really does feel like that. Like I'm not "human" anymore. Or not really. This w/ all the other near death experiences that I've had just feel like they keep piling up.

Ugh!!! Does anybody else feel this way???

[bitchapalooza]

Urrrrrrgh I love exploring characters using dark themes, it’s fuuuun (context to my last post so I don’t look insane)

[furiousgoldfish]

(heavy personal post, topics of violence, death threats and self harm are discussed, arguments against physical abuse of children)

I'm not sure if anyone will relate to this except people who grew up in violence; I've only recently understood how normalized violence was during my upbringing, to the point where I had no reason to question it. I've forgotten how often I was hit and how it was presented as a very fair punishment for any kind of digression. And there were some specific incidents that held a strong place in my mind even if they happened only once. I was held underwater once, until I thought I was going to be drowned. I was often listening to how I should be suffocated to death. I would be hit with intention of causing maximum pain and minimal injury sometimes; at other times injuries didn't seem to matter.

I naively thought at first how this didn't significantly impact me, and of course it was all framed as my fault, but then I realized that after all this happened to me, and was presented as normal, I kept doing it to myself, also thinking it was normal.

I don't remember when was the first time I did it, but I periodically attempted to drown myself. I knew I couldn't actually do it, because my survival instincts would kick in and have me swim up when I started suffocating, but I still kept at it, seeing how far I could get with it. I attempted to suffocate myself using my arms. I did this many times, not questioning why I was doing it; it felt normal, regular, like something that I should naturally be doing because things like that were just done to me, so what was the difference if it's me doing it? My only negative thoughts about it were how ashamed I felt of doing something so 'dramatic' and 'ineffective' because I knew it wouldn't work. Now that I'm older, I understand that even attempts at suffocation can cause brain damage and I'm aghast at what I was doing to myself, often using my full strength too. I could have caused permanent damage.

I also thought I 'invented' the idea of self harm that would cause pain but not injury, and kept doing this throughout my life whenever I became too stressed or overwhelmed with internalized anger and couldn't bear it; I thought it was a smart thing I was doing! I thought it was ideal how it helped my brain regulate itself (my brain became dependent on pain to produce endorphin, which happens if you live in long-term violence, it's not my brain's fault) and I wouldn't feel any shame over it because there was no visible harm done, no evidence, nothing to show that I've done anything wrong. I forgot that the type of violence to cause maximum pain but minimal injuries was something done to me against my will. I was small when it happened.

All I did was perpetuate what I was taught as normal and regular behaviour, and I wonder if this is something that was done to me on purpose. If they normalized even the most vicious and dangerous practices with intent. Was it their intent for me to keep doing it even after they stop, to finish what they started. Did they suspect I would get dependent on pain and murder attempts and have to keep at it in order to live? Or is it a hidden little side effect that was on me to bear and hide, and on them to not have to see or know?

I'm talking about it because I think it should be known. If you teach children that violence against their bodies is normal, and they never get a chance to learn that it is wrong, they will harm themselves and think nothing of it. Self harm will become so normal and regular to them they won't even question it – after all, their parents have done it, and insisted it was the right thing to do. There's no way for a child to tell if you're hurting them, that they shouldn't also hurt themselves. And if you mess up their brain chemistry enough, they'll have to keep doing it in order to survive. You can't pretend putting your child in that state is normal or good for them. You can't tell me a child who attempts to hurt, drown and suffocate themselves because you taught them it's the right thing to do, is a child who's been cared for.

And ironically, even as I'm writing this, I'm still struggling to conceptualize that doing all that to me was wrong, that anything I did to myself was wrong; that's how engraved in me it became. I can't even think of what would fix me, because this isn't a logical reasoning problem, it's a feeling that overwhelms everything else.

Is this really what you want for your kids. Don't turn them into me. Don't make them do this to themselves. What I do know for sure is that nobody else should be going trough this.

[adustoflove]

I had a conversation with my grandma about how my 21st birthday went and she was like yeah well that was just a nail in the coffin with your dad wasn't it, not sure about your mom.....and it felt so good to say her nail should have been hammered in by the time I was 5 years old. She knows what she did

[suguruugetoo]

TRIGGER WARNINGS : attempted SA , violence, child neglect , suicide, murder (this is heavy so please approach with caution)

Geto Suguru was thirteen years old when he held his first gun.

He can remember how cold it was to the touch, releasing the scent of gunpowder from its barrel and a burning heat that never cooled threatening to burn away at his skin. Its metal body glinted in the moonlight in an eerie, yet beautiful way, but the thought that would forever remain, etched into his memories was the heaviness of the loaded gun in his boyish hands as he cocked back the trigger with his pointer finger and shot his foster father between the eyes , splattering brain matter against the wall of his sister’s bedroom.

~~~~

From the moment Suguru and his sister stepped foot into the gray painted, two story home a permanent knot had made residence in his stomach.

Looking back, he should’ve noticed the warning signs earlier, but the warmth that radiated from his foster mother had dulled his senses, senses that had been built up through years of neglect faced at the hands of his biological father.

~~~~

Their foster father, Haizaki Chubo, completely differed from their foster mother, Haizaki Mai. Where Mai was sweet and demure, Chubo was harsh and crude.

He was simply put a vile, twisted man.

A drugged up, alcoholic who hid his tendencies well when Child Protective Services did their routine wellness checks, but it wasn’t just physical and mental abuse the children under his “care” experienced. He also had an affinity for young girls.

Suguru’s stomach twist at the fucking thought.

Chubo didn’t know how to keep his hands to himself. It started off slow, lingering touches on the shoulders of the girls in the house that turned into inappropriate joking and commentary. He would “accidentally” run into the girls, wandering hands, groping blossoming chest and hips under the guise of “catching them before they could fall”, but it all came to a head one day as Suguru saw the glow of the small desk lamp his sister had turned on during the night when she should’ve been sleeping.

His stomach dropped as he heard the voice of Chubo pierce through the silence of the house

“It’s alright baby, I promise I’ll take such good care of you. I just want to feel”

Suguru felt his skin crawl, his body moving forward before he even realized it, hand wrapped against the butt of the gun he pickpocketed of the weed dealer his older foster brother had become so fond of.

He broke through the door, only to see a sight that made him heave.

There was his sister, his 16 year old sister with Chubo’s body pressed against hers. There were tears in her eyes. A silent cry for help flashing in them as she made contact with his own

He was quick, tossing his body into Chubo’s with enough force to knock the older man off

“YOU FUCKING BRAT WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOUR’. . .”

bang

He had pulled the trigger and he kept pulling it, even after the clip was emptied.

He hadn’t remembered much after that, just the scream of his foster mother as she found her dead husband on the ground and Suguru covered in his blood.

He was sent to a correctional facility for the next three years and when he was finally released he was told that his sister had been found dead three months earlier — an overdose on fentanyl laced drugs her killer.

He had screamed out loud, collapsing to his knees as he cursed the gods for their cruelty, but he made it his mission to find the man who had sold the drugs to her in the first place.

In hadn’t taken his long to pinpoint the location of the dealer — his hideout a dilapidated warehouse that once housed freight. He broke his neck with his own two hands never even confirming that the identities match, but he couldn’t care, not when this man had, had a hand in the death of his sister.

The feat had landed him in the office of Corey Morrison being offered a job and a title, but it had all meant nothing.

He was alone, until he met Cori, the sister the gods gave him to fill the void left by the death his own.

And he would protect this one, even if it tore apart his body. Even if it drew him to insanity.

He would protect her.

Because he didn’t have it left in him to lose another person he loved.