#tw child hunger

[punksalmon]

seeing things

[i-cant-stop-fandoming-help]

ALRIGHT, THE CEO OF REI MEKARU ANGST HAS ARRIVED. Please pardon any spelling errors, I am typing really fast and I am still really tired.

Thoughts;

I am working on an essay delving into her childhood, her perspective and actions in the killing game, and her behavior post-kg.

The most i can say is that i think she experienced food insecurity in her childhood, and that i think shs suffers from abandonment issues.

Food Insecurity and Abandonment;

According to both the game, rei had been abandoned by her parents. In truth, they had entrusted her relatives to care for her, as they(her parents) were in debt and losing money rapidly-- they could not afford to feed her.

However, said relatives never ended up taking Rei in. Leaving her abandoned amd living on the streets. I do not believe it was ever mentioned in-game nor on her character sheet how old she was at the time, but my guess is that she was 9 or 10.

Of course, being a child and living on the streets would be difficult. Countless illnesses, possible frostbite, lack of dental care, and other things.

The biggest thing, i think, would be lack of clean water and lack of proper nutrition. I am not quite sure what the lack of clean wster would be classified as? So I will focus on the food insecurity.

Before delving further into it, I would like to clarify that I have not gone through food insecurity and homelessness myself. If you have gone through such things, please feel free to correct me on any errors. As well as that, there are people going through things such as this in Palestine. Please get your daily clicks in, I will attach the link at the end.

To begin, I would like to state some signs of food insecurity in children(some of which can last to adulthood, iirc), and I will bold ones that Rei fits.

Sign of food insecurity in children include(but are not limited to);

They ask about food every day and are not picky about what they eat

They suddenly lose or gain weight but don’t change their activity level

They hoard food and snacks

They bully others or behave badly

They have a poor attention span, memory, or trouble concentrating

They are hyperactive or impulsive

They show aggressive or antisocial behavior

Now, while only two of listed signs fit Rei, I do believe it is at least somewhat likely. In chapter 4, we are shown that she handles herself well, even when starving. I think this implies that she is both used to the feeling and that she has gone through it before.

In chapter 4, almost every other character seems to be suffering from the hunger. Rei is fine, though. She's able to keep her composure, while others like Tsurugi are talking about death and fighting.

Moving on from that topic, she bears a strong hatred towards her parents for abandoning her. In her character sheet, it reads; "She would seriously think about changing her name when she thought she was betrayed by her parents. The betrayal soon turned into hatred, and she wouldn’t want to use the name of her enemy."(translated by u/toastcat333 on reddit)

Now, moving onto headcanons since I'm still really tired and I don't want to ramble on, nor do i want to end up delving into everything else and write the essay hete instead.

Headcanons;

Rei's love language is physical touch. She struggles to talk about her feelings or tell anyone she loves them, so she usually resorts to cuddling and hand-holding.

I think she would act either big sisterly or motherly towards Ryutaro. Either out of guilt and blaming herself for Kiyokas death, or because she possibly sees her kg and pre-kg self in him. (Adding onto this, i gave a hc of Ryutaro and Kiyoka's parents picking favorites. Since Kiyoka was an ultimate, she was the favorite and hardly ever got in trouble for taking Ryutaro's money.)(will elaborate on both things if asked to. I am not good at describing things, though, so I might sound a bit confusing.)

Despite Tsurugi's wishes, she did end up working to try and seperate Sora's data from the game. It ended up working, and so Rei downloaded said data onto a hard drive and gave it to Yoruko.

After Tsurugi went MIA, she no longer got drunk. She couldn't afford to, she had to take care of the foundation. Before his vanishing, a few bottles could be found in her office, due to her drinking to ignore the grief she felt st the loss of Teruya.

Rei is a pretty good driver. UNLIKE A CERTAIN GREEN-HAIRED, HAT-WEARING, MAN.

She has a pet Ferret named Katherine :3

She still has her childhood teddy bear. Its bruised and covered in different patches from repairs she has to do. As a child, she named it Mr Stuffles, as an adult she pretends it doesnt have a name. (In private she addresses it by name and asks for advice.)

SHE SLEEPS LIKE A DYING VICTORIAN CHILD.

Attachment issues. Pushes everyone away so she doesn't get attached and doesn't grieve when they leave her behind.

Blames herself for all the deaths in the KG, and for Teruya's death. Upon finding out about Kokoro being Mikako's mother, she struggled to determine if Mikako would have wanted her birth mother to live. (Even if mikako didn't remember Kokoro, nor the experiments)

Thats all for now, folks. I am heading back to sleep.

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Rei Mekaru Simp Marathon 2024

Although the title sounds a bit much, I can guarantee that I’m just your average Rei Mekaru enjoyer who totally doesn’t spend every single day googling images of her or reading fanfiction about or featuring her- AHEM AHEM- anyway, I just made this post because I really want to hear everyone’s thoughts and headcanons about Rei, whether they focus on her life just before the killing game in Hope’s Peak or far before that. Admittedly, this post was made out of sheer desperation for more Rei Mekaru content, so any contributions, big or small, are greatly appreciated!

[gillotto]

BKDK Hunger Games AU (3)

(sorry about this one)

[yelenadelova]

Nothing is as devastating to me as Peeta instantly recognizing the sound of Gale being beaten in Catching Fire, probably because his own childhood of abuse.

[staticymaticyyourlifeisatravesty]

Starved

(Dorn is deeply concerned about his niece and the way she's getting weaker)

Tags: TW Child Neglect, Good intentions with terrible consequences, TW Child Abuse, TW Disordered Eating Self Dehumanization, Bad Self esteem

Also @jaghatai-khock for mentions of Zadkiel

Rogal Dorn was worried. Scratch that, he was deeply and unfathomably concerned. Something was wrong with Lilith that much he knew. She wouldn't tell him what was wrong but something clearly was. She was getting weaker by the day, and her eyes were no longer the vibrant red he first saw when they met. They had turned to a bright almost tarnished looking gold, and it didn't escape his notice that she didn't fly as much anymore. She still flew, of course she did, Dorn would be concerned if she stopped entirely, but the fact remains that five years ago it wasn't uncommon for her to be found perched on spires or window sills. There was also a matter of her age, she was supposed to be fifteen this year...but Dorn felt that she hadn't aged much at all, physically or otherwise.

It was worrying, and he was unable to get any answers from anyone aside from a cryptic "Oh that's just her mutations doing that". Dorn wasn't so sure. The Primarchs aged quickly into adults, and before this she was aging at the same rate as a baseline. If anything, she should be aging quicker, not slower. But what was really concerning Dorn was how thin she looked these days. Her face was sharp and boney, bereft of any puppy fat that should've been there at this age. He knew Sanguinius thought her blood drinking was the result of the Red thirst, but looking over at Lilith, she just looked sick to him.

"Lilith, have you eaten today?" Dorn asks her cautiously as she sits on the floor, focused intently on a sketch. She'd been drawing more often lately, though her lines were shaky these days. She also seems to be intensely focused and after a few moments, Dorn clears his throat to get her attention, "Lilith, I asked if you've eaten"'

"I had some soup earlier" Lilith responded looking up from her drawing "I haven't really been able to keep much down lately. Please don't tell Father...he's got enough on his plate. H-he doesn't need to know about this. He's got Zad and the new baby. I'll be fine"

That just started alarm bells in Dorn's brain who decided to see if he could get more answers out of her, "What do you mean you haven't been able to keep much down? And why do you think your father doesn't need to know? You are just as important as the rest, if there is a problem, he should know"

"I'm fine! It's just... some illness is all. I'll be fine, uncle Rogal. You don't have to worry about me. Kakek says that the medicine should be doing their job soon, he says it might take a few days" Lilith replies to him, and gives a reassuring smile, leaving Dorn wondering if her fangs were always that big, or if they've gotten longer.

"You told me this three months ago. You're getting worse. Tell me what is truly wrong with you" He pushes "You are ill, and you are losing weight. You're eyes are not the colour they should be, and your feathers...you have been molting far more then you should. They shouldn't look so ragged" He says gesturing to her wings which were a far cry from how they once looked, patchy with bald spots that she's desperately tried to keep hidden.

"I-" Lilith just looked uncomfortable and looked away from Dorn, "Father has other kids doesn't he?" She instead asks, a slight reverb coming to her voice as it shakes, "He doesn't... He doesn't need a monster like me. He's probably ashamed of me... I mean look at how happy he is with Zad...he never looks at me like that anymore..."

"Your father loves you, he does. Don't call yourself a monster, no child is a monster" Dorn says pulling her into his lap, being mindful of her wings "You are his eldest, his first and currently only daughter. He loves you more then you know, why would he be ashamed?"

"Because I'm hungry! I can't eat food! Every time I eat anymore it all tastes bad! Pa wanted me to stop drinking blood! And the way he looks at me! Pa never looked at me like that! Maybe he's realized that the elders were right" Lilith sobs, bursting into tears, she's completely unable to stop both her accent and reverb from fully entering her voice, and Dorn just holds her closer.

He's angry at both Lilith's plight and at his brother, but he feels useless because he has the feeling that no one would listen. So he opts to just hold her in his arms. "Do you think some blood might help you? Does that still taste good to you?" He tentatively asks her "If I were to cut myself, would you drink?"

Lilith stiffens in his arms before pushing herself away from him and quickly standing up, swaying a little before she steadies herself, "No, no I won't feed on you, uncle. I haven't had blood in....I don't remember, but I don't need it, I'm fine. I-I just have to wait for the medication to work"

It broke his heart how desperate she sounded, and he wondered if slapping his brother across the face was warranted here. It was so clear to him that she was suffering, and if it was blood she needed... "Lilith, listen to me, you need blood. You are sick. If the medicine has done nothing now, it will not do so in the future. Please let me he- LILITH!"

While Dorn had been speaking, Lilith swayed dangerously before suddenly collapsing, Dorn catching her from falling completely to the floor. He quickly checked to see if she was alright, yet she'd clearly fainted "Lilith, Lili, please wake up, did you move too quickly?"

With no response from Lilith, and him listening closely to hear a very faint heart rate; Dorn panicks. She needs to be brought to an apothecary and quite frankly he was not trusting of Malcador or the Emperor in the slightest. Instead he was going hunt down one of the Blood Angel's apothecaries. They would know what to do better then he. Maybe they can give her a blood transfusion, he doesn't know.

All he knows is that Lilith is lighter then she should be, pale with her freckles standing out far to starkly against her skin, and she was cold. So very cold. That wasn't even speaking of her heart rate, which he swore was getting weaker until he certain there was a full minute between beats. He regretted not saying earlier.

He regretted it so fucking much.

[burjoujou]

q!cellbit throughout the years: a child soldier who killed to survive, a feared convict that tried to manipulate and murder his way out of prison, a tortured investigator 8 or 9 years later stuck once again but on an island (at least he’s married and happy now).

[nat1volition]

the life he’s had could make a good man turn bad… but he remains good and kind in spite of it

Image description under the cut!

[Image ID: a video made up of multiple frames synced to music,

Frame 1: Ragnvaldr smiles down at the girl, who Cahara holds in his arms, while Moonless trots happily alongside them all. Captions read “good times, for a change” and “TW CHILD DEATH”

Frame 2: Ragnvaldr as a young man, no scars on his face, looking up hopefully. Captions read “see, the life I’ve had”

Frame 3: Ragnvaldr in a battered helmet, with horrified wide eyes and two fresh cuts across his left side, blood running from them. Captions same as above, then change to “could make a good man…”

Frame 4: Ragnvaldr stares down, devastated. Blood streaks his lips and a bloody handprint sits on his chest. Tears fall from his eyes. Captions read “bad”

Frame 5: Ragnvaldr appears as in his canon portrait, staring stoically forward, now much more grizzled and harsh looking. Captions read same as above.

Frame 6: younger Ragnvaldr smiles down at his infant son, holding his small hand as his boy laughs. Captions read “so please, please, please”

Frame 7: Ragnvaldr sits hunched over the bloodied body of his young son, shadows hanging over them both. Captions read same as above.

Frame 8: Ragnvaldr looks wistfully at the girl, who stands in front of him, wearing his furs and touching his cheek. Tears well in his eyes as he touches her face. Captions read “let me get what I want”

Frame 9: The girl walks away, only her long hair in frame, while Cahara sits beside Ragnvaldr and comforts him. Captions same as above.

Frame 10: Cahara and Ragnvaldr both stare up at the new God of Fear and Hunger, dark and luminous, standing over them both. Captions read “Lord knows it would be the first time”

/.End ID]

[nat20composure]

Reupload bc oops, one file Bad idea

Fear and Hunger comic based on the game mechanic where the Girl will throw herself in front of you.......Makes me burst into tears so I had to try and make you guys burst into tears about it too

TW child death, limb loss, blood

[gripes-withthesun]

Something they'll tell you about hypothermia is that you keep getting colder till you reach the point where it starts to feel like it's getting warmer because your body tries to keep you warm with one last trick it's got - and that's when it's dangerous, that's when you know it's gone too far and in steady decline

Something similar happens with alcohol, when you keep drinking and feeling good and getting tipsy and drunk, when you keep drinking you reach a point where it becomes hard to tell how drunk you are getting - it's dangerous because you black out and don't know how much you've consumed and it easily tips over into poisoning before you know it

Something similar happens with hunger, when you go too long without food you feel the hunger pangs and the cravings for food and it fully absorbs your thoughts but it reaches a point where you stop feeling hungry and you still haven't had food but your body has realised perhaps that food isn't forthcoming and made its peace so the hunger is gone - to the extent that you may not even be able to eat much or feel nauseous when you do, even though you still need that food

Something similar happens with love when you don't readily receive it, and you know in the depths of your being how much you need it but none is forthcoming and you've made your peace with it so your body revolts from the nausea of it when affection does touch you

Something similar happens where a child or a pet or a loved one stays in the cold of disregard too long, maybe watching, maybe crying for attention, maybe hoping for affection and you turn away and eventually they know nothing is forthcoming and they quiet down and turn away - and that's when it's dangerous because neglect takes only so long to become damage; quietly, steadily, insidiously.

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

Dead Boy Detectives Victor AU Edits: War Crimes Chapter 4!

Yeah, this is the war-crime-iest these edits are going to get. Warnings for everything related to this au, Esther Finch, Charles' father, major spoilers, and all that.

Crystal giving Maren her name:

Esther & Edwin:

George Rowland war crime:

Charles, smiling:

Charles, after George Rowland:

Edwin, after the nightmare:

Victors Remade:

Was this okay of me to do? Probably not. But thankfully things are looking up from here, right?

(Right?)

@deadboy-edwin @icecreambrownies @anonymousbooknerd-universe @ashildrs

@tragedy-machine @just-existing-as-you-do-blog @orpheusetude @mj-irvine-selby

@pappelsiin @itsbitmxdinhere @rexrevri @sweet-like-h0ney-lavender @saffirez

@the-ipre @sunnylemonss @days-light @agentearthling @helltechnicality

@tiredghostby @sethlost @catboy-cabin @secretlyafiveheadeddragon @vyther15

@anything-thats-rock-and-roll @queen-of-hobgobblers @every-moment-a-different-sound

@nix-nihili @holvivum

[sufferingink]

"... I haven't noticed the strange noise from the square. A whistling, the sound of an impact, the intake of breath from a crowd.... I can't place the sound, even guess at the situation. But it means something bad to [Peeta]" - Catching Fire, Chapter 7

Peeta can recognize the sound of a whip like a mile off when Katniss can't. Nearly every mention we see of his family is about how awful his mother is. hmmm that sure is something

[hungergamesheadcanons]

Finnick Headcanon

I know I've touched upon it in my fics but I'm just putting it out here - I fully believe that Finnick was prostituted/planned to be prostituted from the second he won, and even though he was skilled, I also believe that his first Games were subtly rigged in his favour.

It's well known in the fandom that Finnick was considered a fan favourite in the capitol from the get go, and we know certain people in positions of power tend to prefer... We'll say younger sexual partners. My personal headcanon is that Finnick was put on the market from the get go, however he was exclusively available to the most rich and the most privileged people in the capitol. Obviously the average citizen would probably balk at the idea of a 14 year old being openly promiscuous, even though a standard had been set at 16.

So my headcanon is Finnick had 2 years of private prostitution, where they were told not to leave visible marks his stylist couldn't cover up, and then once he hit 16, his body became public property. His assigned style became more promiscuous and provocative, his public demeanour was expected to shift, and the more vicious and sadistic patrons were given free run as he could now wander around with visible marks (obviously not big ones though, any major wounds would be healed).

I also believe his games were subtly rigged in his favour because Snow could tell how much money he'd make from him. As soon as the sponsor money and ratings came pouring in and he realised how much favour Finnick curried, there were subtle threats made that Finnick should be the one to win, and the gamemakers obliged. In my History of Panem series, I've actually had them switch two arenas around to give the 65th tributes an easier time, therefore allowing Finnick an easier win. However, you guys won't know which arena he was supposed to be in. You'll have to wait until I release the 66th games for that 👀

Either way, Finnick had a rough go of it :(

[januscorner]

My favorite bits from TGWDLM Hunger Games

[epifaniacintilante]

Here it's safe, here it's warm

here the daisies guard you from every harm

Here your dreams are sweet

and tomorrow brings them true

Here is the place where I love you

The Hunger Games (2012)

[ramblingmoon]

Per'Kele × Pocketcat, but they're in divorce

Thank you. May you get 10000 points of mind .

The cold mahogany conference table had on it the despair of Pocketcat. A stack of papers to divide up their property. The stark white of the paper clashed against the glossy finish of the mahogany.

The lawyer rattled on about we gets what and what the finalization would mean for each other then. Lawyer talk. But Pocketcat was really listening, he just felt so much pain. Their words being inaudible sounds. Every part of him ached. If it wasn't for the mask they could see the dark circles under his eyes.

One sad kitty.

Pocketcat dared to glance over to his future ex husband. Per'kele sat there with a coldness uncharacteristic of him. There was not playful violence in his demeanor, no seemingly laughing at his own joke. He just sat there with his arms folded and just stared forward.

Pocketcat had to look away even more heartbroken. It was his fault that his love was like this. He had broken the rooster's heart into a million pieces after he had mended it so artfully.

The lawyer finish his spiel as he indicated that it was time to sign the divorce papers. The speed of which Per'kele sign and left tore more holes into Pocketcat's already broken heart. His gloved hand traced the over Per'kele signature. Those loopy letters he use to write love letters to Pocketcat now only hung him.

He couldn't watch himself as he himself sign the papers. Eyes closed tight, he scratch his own signature on his tomb. He had missed the dotted line but close enough.

Per’kele was the first to get up and leave. As he left, Pocketcat could have sworn he saw a single tear trickle way shinning in the fluorescent lights.

This left Pocketcat stun. He didn't know what this meant for a moment or two. He just stayed there too much in his pain to realize what this means.

If that Rooster, that had his heart, was crying that meant he was sad. And if he was sad at the divorce proceedings then that must mean…

Oh my Rher!

Pocketcat jumped out of his chair, leaving it on the floor. He pounced out of the room trying to catch up to his only shot at happiness.

Per'kele was already half way down the stone steps of the courthouse when Pocketcat came bursting through the front door. He was too close to his get away car.

“Rooster!” Pocketcat yelled.

Per'kele turned towards him. Ice in those eyes, that wasn't how they where suppose to be. Like maybe bloodlust but not coldness towards him, Pocketcat.

“Look I know I've hurt you and I don't even deserve to even have a chance to speak with you.” Pocketcat started making his way down the stairs. Per'kele's eyes watching all the time.

“I've hurt you in so many ways that, I’m downing in my own guilt. But if you give me the chance, the chance I'll prove to you…”

Pocketcat was now on the same step as Per'kele. He got down on one knee and Per'kele raised an eyebrow.

“I promise you that I will spend the rest of this immortal making up for my mistakes.”

Per'kele only stared down at this cat. Pocketcat thought for a moment that this was mistake and he had really lost the best thing in his life.

“Do you promise to stop eating children everyday?” Per'kele finally said.

“Yes, a million times yes if that is what it takes to get you back!” Pocketcat lied.

Per'kele, his rooster, get teary eyes before sobbing. He had been holding it all together for so long and just let himself fall into Pocketcat's arms. They embraced and kissed. They where back together again, baby!

Needle, who was standing by the car just looked annoyed. He was so looking forward not having to deal with the damn purple cat anymore and buying underwear that wasn't purple.

Stitches thought it was very sweet as she always liked romance novels.

The Lawyer cried in exasperation as this was the 5th time this year they had gotten a divorce and it was only March!

[sweetsweetperil]

Axe through ice

Blood ridden knife

I wish we had more time —

So, I took matters into my own hands,

I love you, darling, I swear,

Trust me, It’s not a crime