#tw implied sex abuse

[antitheticallyargumentative]

I’m going to attempt to explain why the ending of Ted Lasso re: Jamie and his dad, bothers me so much. I know a lot of other people have made posts about this, and excellent ones, too, but I also have a lot of thoughts. These are just my opinions. Feel free to disagree. Feel free to discuss with me why you disagree. I love respectful conversations.

 This is gonna be long. sorry guys.

tw/cw- James Tartt Sr., abuse, The Amsterdam Thing

not detailed, but they are mentioned. proceed with caution and take care of yourself, please. <3

It is not the decision to have Jamie reach out to his dad that I hate. It is not even the decision to put Jamie’s dad in rehab (though I do think it was… A Choice.) To me, it’s very unsurprising that Jamie would try to reach out to his dad. Not just because of who he is as a character, but because of what this kind of lifelong abuse does to a person’s psyche. A lot of kids who come from abusive or neglectful homes have an incredibly hard time cutting off their parents. Even if they’re scared of them, even if they’re angry with them, there is still a deeply ingrained need to be loved, that maybe this time it will be different. They’ll mean it when they say they’ve changed. They’ll love me. Going no contact is fucking hard. It’s also fucking dangerous. As much as Jamie says he’s done everything he has to spite his dad, there is a part of him that deeply, desperately craves James’s approval. Of course he would visit him in rehab, because, if he’s in rehab, he’s trying, right? And maybe this time it will be different. 

But it won’t be. Because James Tartt has a pattern. A pattern of playing super dad, presumably where he cleans up his act and “makes an effort” with Jamie. Does father-son things with him, talks to him outside of asking for game tickets or telling him he played like shit (I’m hypothesizing here), lulls him into a false sense of security. And then what happens? Well, things like Amsterdam happen. And I highly doubt that was the only time he pulled that act. He likely also pulled it when he first came back into Jamie’s life, and probably other times after Amsterdam, too. What he doesn’t do, ever, though, is apologize, or take accountability for his past actions. Because James is a narcissist. At least, that’s what I would say. He feeds off Jamie’s fame and success to make himself feel bigger, important, entitled. And narcissists lack empathy. They struggle to take responsibility for their actions. They’re also, commonly, very manipulative. 

James is not an abusive piece of shit because he’s an alcoholic. He is both an abusive piece of shit AND an alcoholic. Not only does acting like he was horrid because he was drunk perpetuate the stigma of substance use disorders, it also completely takes away accountability.  James going to rehab does not change what he did. It does not fix what he’s done. It does not mean that he is magically going to win father of the year because he got sober. More likely, he’s going to continue to the cycle. I truly do not see a way in which we get to the happy ending of the show. Which brings me to my final point. 

This is not a happy ending. Jamie going to see his dad does not fix things. Jamie forgiving his dad does not take away from his trauma. Jamie should not have to forgive his dad, not for James, not for himself, not for anyone. The thing that bothers me most is that the show plays this scene like it’s closure. Like everything is OK now, and they have a good relationship, there’s no fallout, no consequences, nothing left the heal. And I’m sorry, but that’s bullshit. 

The things our parents do and say to us cut deep, at least in my experience. It doesn’t matter if they apologize, it doesn’t matter if they learn and grow, it doesn’t matter if we forgive them. That hurt stays. It sticks. You remember it. You feel it. There is no way in hell that seeing his dad wouldn’t be incredibly difficult for Jamie— just judging from what we’ve seen in the show. There’s no way it wouldn’t bring up all the trauma James has put him through, even repressed. It would not be easy. It would not be happy. And I don’t think it would be healthy. 

Whatever Jamie eventually decides to do regarding his relationship with his dad, whether its cutting him off or choosing to forgive him, which personally, I don’t think he should (but I also know that cutting off a parent is no easy feat), it would take time, it would take effort, it would be a struggle. It would take actually working through the years of abuse and trauma caused by his dad. And we don’t get any of that. We get “forgive <3�� and problem solved! And honestly, I think that’s a dangerous message to be passing out. 

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk. (Hehe, get it?) 

[abrillustrated]

something that i really like about blue eye samurai, now that im thinking about it, is that it discusses violence against women without becoming torture porn. like, in a lot of media that portrays women's issues, they show you that scene. like they give you this extended visual of a woman experiencing something traumatic and then laud themselves as feminist for doing so.

blue eye samurai doesn't do that. the whole show is set in a world that is extremely antagonistic toward women, and it makes a point to tell you that being a woman right now sucks, because they are property and are used sexually. but even though it doesn't shy away from this, it doesn't show you the violence itself, which you would almost expect it to because of how graphic the rest of the show is.

im thinking specifically of kinuyo. they very well could have shown us a scene of her being abused, but they didn't. they didn't show the abuse itself, but they did show how it affected her. they showed her seeing a doctor for her sores. they could have made this incredibly traumatic and grotesque scene a spectacle, showing us exactly how powerless she is and how powerful he is. they could have shown us this incredibly triggering event in full detail for our entertainment, but they didn't. they chose not to. and i think that's how it should be.

it is not necessary to have an extended visual and auditory reenactment of violence against women. we the audience understood the gravity of the situation and were able to empathize without needing that scene. having that scene would have completely detracted from the point they are trying to make. it would have turned something completely reprehensible that women everywhere fear because it's a very real issue into entertainment.

[a-j-s-the-only]

Would you rather be alone in the woods with a man or a bear?

“a bear would stop at death”

“we aren’t choosing the bear because we’d think we’d survive.”

“I’d rather feed a bear and it’s cubs than feed a man’s sick fantasies”

“people would believe me when I told them I was attacked by a bear”

“people would stop the bear”

“if I survived a bear attack, people would call me a warrior, not a whore.”

“a bear wouldn’t come into my room again.”

“A bear would do it out of survival, not enjoyment.”

“I wouldn’t have to see the bear at family reunions”

“a bear wouldn’t rape you.”

“if it was a bear, who’s going to ask me what I was wearing?”

“bears live in the woods, not in your house.”

“I wouldn’t be told to forgive the bear.”

“a bear can kill her or leave her alone, and a man has that and a million other opportunities.”

-a collection of women, and men

[zxlofttt]

I hate hypersexuality, i feel so gross

[myceliumsunshine]

Lullabies

A/N - very angsty, lots of trigger warnings. based off of/a cross over of the last of us episode 8. tw for r@pe, assualt, death, murder, injury, dehumanisation do not read if these things trigger you. female reader, no relationship

“Look,” Sam tapped his brother’s shoulder and pointed to the house. There, on the steps of the porch was a woman, who was clearly running away from the house. They ran towards her, and she let out a loud scream, backing away from them, holding out a little knife that she had clearly gotten from the kitchen.

Earlier in the week, Sam and Dean had rolled into town, ready to hunt. Women had been going missing for the past week, either kidnapped or dead. The town had a history of violent deaths, so Sam and Dean knew that it had to be a violent spirit. But none of the violent deaths had matched up with what they knew about the spirit. The women, of all ages, races and appearances, had all disappeared from their homes in the middle of the night, with every woman in the household disappearing at the same time.

So they tracked down the women, to the farm house in the middle of the woods that they now stood in front of to figure out what was doing this.

“Woah, woah, woah!” Sam said, putting his hands up in the air placatingly. Dean copied his movements.

“Get away from me!” She sobbed, waving the knife around erratically.

“We’re here to help, lady! We’re here to help!” Dean yells, and the woman slows her knife swings, still sobbing.

“You aren’t with them?” She asked. Sam and Dean looked between themselves, frowning.

Sam reached into his jacket slowly, pulling out his fake FBI ID. “We’re with the FBI, we’re here investigating the disappearances. Can you tell us what’s going on?”

The woman took one look at the ID and collapsed into Dean’s arms, sobbing the knife on the floor by their feet. “They took us all, you have to help the rest of them.”

Dean grunted in surprise at the weight now in his arms. He looked at his brother, and nodded. “Go. I got her.”

Sam ran towards the house, hearing yelling, screaming, crying. He busted the door down, gun in hands. Inside he spotted a group of young girls cowering in the corner. He moved to them, noticing their teary states.

“You don’t know how good I am! You don’t know what I could have given you!” a man’s voice shouted from somewhere deeper in the house. Sam looked at the girls, some of them toddlers, some teens. He gave them a reassuring smile and put his gun down.

“Get the fuck away from them,” One of the teens hissed, a piece of wood in her hand. Sam raised his hands.

“I’m with the FBI. My partner is outside. Is there anyone else in the house?” He asked calmly. One of the girls, who seemed to be about ten years old, sniffed and nodded.

“David kept us away from our mummy’s,” She whispered, and the other girls nodded.

“Go find my partner, he’ll keep you safe.” Sam told the girls, and they all took it as a confirmation that they could leave, running through the door he had broken through. Sam grabs the gun off the door and begins to sneak through the house.

David. The little girl had called her kidnapper David. Sam and Dean had clearly managed to stumble onto a case that wasn’t in their jurisdiction, like the Benders. A man, David, had kidnapped all of these women, of all ages, and was keeping them in the house in the middle of the woods. But why? What was his motive?

Sam pushed his way into another room, gun up and ready. Inside, a group of women, all at least 20, shivered and trembled. When he entered, one of them burst into tears.

“It’s okay. I’m here to help. My name is Sam, I’m here to rescue you.” He said softly, lowering the gun. “My partner is outside. You’re free now. Is there anyone else in the house?”

One of the women spoke up. “The children. They’re in a different room.”

“We got them. Anyone else?”

“There was someone with them. Who looked after the kids. She might still be inside.”

“I’ll find her. Get to my partner.” Sam left the women then, moving through the house. He checked every room, following the trail of dead men, listening for some sign of life in the house. Flames began to lick the edges of the house as he searched, listening for something, an indication of life.

A loud, scared, pained scream echoed through the house, ringing up from the basement. Sam opened the door to the lower level, sneaking down the steps.

“I thought you already knew,” A harsh male voice spoke. “The fighting is the part I like the most.”

The haunting cry that followed the words made Sam shiver as he walked down the steps as quietly as he could. The walls around him were threatening to collapse, the flames engulfing them. Clearly the fire had been started down here.

“Don’t be afraid. There’s no fear in love.” The woman let out a screaming cry as Sam rounded the corner, and he watched as she reached and grabbed a hold of a butcher’s knife that was just in reach, and plunged it into the man’s neck. He let out a loud noise of pain, and Sam lowered his gun as the woman got up, changing the dynamic from being pinned to being on top of him, bringing the knife down over and over and over and over again.

And again, and again, and again, and again. The butcher’s knife hacked into the man’s face as the woman screamed angrily, her face flickering with more and more blood. She didn’t stop, not until the man beneath her was no longer a man but a pile of meat. She huffed staring down at the mangled face below her, her eyes wild and her hair messy.

She looked up and spotted Sam, letting out a scream and grabbing the knife from her victim. “Get back. Get the fuck back!”

Sam raised his hands, holding the gun towards the burning roof. “I’m here to help. We have to get out of here before this place collapses.”

She let out an angry scream, throwing the knife at him, and then she was past him as the butcher knife stuck out of his side.

Sam stumbles out after the woman as the house implodes behind him. She’s with the children, and the other women, who are with Dean. She’s glaring at Dean like he’s going to do what the man in the house was doing to her. And maybe that’s what she thinks will happen. Sam isn’t quite sure, because all he can think of at the moment is the butcher knife stuck in his side.

“Sammy!” Dean shouted, pushing through the women when he spotted the state of his brother. He turned back to the remains of the house, shouting loudly at the man inside. “I’ll rip your lungs out!”

“It wasn’t the man,” Sam wheezed. “She thought I was one of them.”

Dean paused his tirade, looking back at his brother, and then over to the girl glaring at him. “She hacked you?”

Sam rolled his eyes. “Just call an ambulance. All of them will need medical assistance.”

Dean nodded, and then he was gone, behind a tree, dialing 911 and asking for all the ambulances they could send.

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You were the first. You were the one they chose as their guinea pig, their test run to see if they could get away with kidnapping someone. 

“It’s okay sweetheart,” David had told you. “We’re going to do great things together.”

The apocalypse was coming. Well that’s what they told you. The men who had chosen you, all the other women, the children.

“The world is ending, and you will be our entertainment so that we don’t go savage, the bearers of the next generation so that humanity can continue, the women to our men.”

David was the leader. He picked you everytime. He told you that you were special. You bared your teeth at him and spat. His grin only grew.

The men kept you all in the same room in the beginning, when there was only ten of you, fifteen. But when the numbers continued to grow, as the weeks passed, when nobody came for you all, they separated you, kept the children away from their parents. You begged and pleaded with David, giving in to his whims, a kiss, just one, so that you could stay with the girls, protect them.

Those nights, when David had grown bored or you’d thrashed so hard that you’d managed to hurt him or yourself, those nights were the ones you look forward to. The whispered reassurances in the dark, that you’d protected them. The soft touches, the only touches that didn’t make you flinch. The lullabies you’d sing, a new one every night.

“Blackbird singing in the dead of night…” You crooned lowly one night.

“Love grows where my rosemary goes,” You warbled the next.

“Lavender's green… Lavender’s blue…” You slurred softly after a rough night.

“I promise you this… I’ll always look out for you…” You serenaded after a good one.

In the day, you protected the young, and in the night you sang them lullabies.

You snapped. Eventually you had enough of being treated like an old sock.You beat the guard to death, took the girls to the door, yelled in anger when you realised that it was locked. It drew the attention of the men, David’s men. You lead them away from the children, killing each and every one of them that found you until you realised you were cornered by David in the basement.

“You killed them all!” David shouted as you hid, grabbing a piece of wood from the fireplace. It was barely still burning, the piece you picked up having only the tip red hot with charcoal, having clearly been added to keep the warmth going too late. “The last legs of humanity, the survival of the planet and you killed them all, for what?!”

You popped up from your hiding spot and threw the burning plank at him, watching at the man ducked and the curtains behind him set ablaze. “You stupid bitch!” He shouted, looking at the curtains as you took the distraction and ran to a new hiding place.

“There’s no way out, sweetheart,” He smirked cruelly as he searched the room, butcher’s knife in hand. “I’m blocking the only way out of the basement, and the doors upstairs are locked.”

He looked back over to the burning curtains, fire spreading to the wooden walls. “Sweetheart?”

You choked back a sob as he called your name teasingly. “Come on, sweetheart, don’t do this to me. I saved you.”

You bit back a retort as he continued. “The world is going to end, the apocalypse nigh, and I chose you to be the saviour of the human race. The bearer of the next generation, of the next leader. I chose you as my bride.”

You moved as he neared where you were hiding, holding your breath so as to not make a sound, tears dripping silently down your cheeks as your tormenter continued. 

“No one likes being humiliated, sweetheart. You killed my men, you fucked me over. I chose you because I thought you were special, you were better than the best. The only one fit to be my bride. You don’t know how good I am!” He shouted. “You don’t know what I could have given you! If you would just let me!”

You flinched at the anger in his tone, the weeks of abuse and manipulation begging you to crawl out from your hidey-hole and listen to him. Because if you listened to him now, it wouldn’t be so bad when he punished you.

“You killed my men, but neither one of us is dying today. You see, I’m a kind man. I’ve decided that if you come out now, I’ll forgive you. You can go back to being my bride, we can find a new group of men to join our group. And this can all go away, because I’m going to teach you how a bride should act.”

You sucked in a shaky breath, considering the offer. “Sweetheart? Sweetheart…”

You rolled out from your hidey-hole, creeping towards his turned back. In the final moment, you pounce, arms wrapped around his neck. He struggles, fights with you, but he just can’t get you off. He drops the knife and slams his back into the wall, making your malnourished and weak form drop from his body like a sack of potatoes.

“Fuck,” he hisses as he regains his breath. “You stupid little bitch.”

He kicks you in the side, hard, rolling you over so that you’re looking at him. “I thought you loved me, sweetheart. You love me, you kissed me. So why are you acting like you’re just some dumb slut who doesn’t give a rat’s about me? Huh?” He kicked you again, and then he was on top of you as you struggled for breath and for freedom. You let out your loudest, most piercing scream directly into his face, hoping, praying that one of the other women would hear you and come help. You had killed all the guards, killed every man in the house other than the one on top of you.

You thrashed in David’s ironclad grip, his hands vices and his hips pressing into your stomach. “I thought you already knew. The fighting is the part I like the most.”

You let out a long sob, because you did know, and you also knew that nobody was coming for you. Nobody would help you.

“Don’t be afraid. There’s no fear in love.” You screamed as he brought one of his hands down to his belt, beginning to unthread it. You reached back for something, anything that could help you. You could do this again, you couldn’t…

You slammed the knife into David’s shoulder, flipping him beneath you. You brought the knife above your head and you liberated yourself, again and again. You freed yourself from the torment of your captor, one who had kidnapped you from your home and kept you for weeks. The one who had diminished you from a human being into ‘entertainment’, into ‘the bearer of the next generation’. A body to fuck.

And then it wasn’t David. It was just a mush of red and pink and sharp white, matching the spray that covered your face.

 You looked up and there he was again. In front of you. Another man, here to take David’s place. Here to make you his bride.

You screamed at the thought, grabbing the knife from the pile of mush beneath you and pointing it at the man in front of you. “Get back. Get the fuck back!”

You don’t hear anything that he says. He has a gun. None of them had guns before now. He was going to shoot you. This man was going to shoot you, and then you wouldn’t be able to fight him.

You scream in anger, throwing the knife at him and watching as it imbeds itself within his shoulder. The man lets out a gasp as you run past him, out of the basement, and through the house. The door has been broken down, no longer an obstacle, so you sprint through it, away from the man with a knife in his shoulder, away from David, and away from the past 6 weeks of your life.

All of the women, all of the children are reunited on the lawn. They surround you, checking you over, praising you. You’re their saviour. The saviour of the only part of the human race that matters to you.

“I killed him.” You whisper, and all of them freeze. “He’s dead, they all are.”

And then they are on you once more, hugging you, sobbing out thanks. David is dead, and you are a saviour.

You look past the women and see a man, standing there watching. You bare your teeth, your eyes wild and your hair messy.

“He’s one of the good guys.” One of the little girls tell you. “He came to save us.”

You glare at him, not believing it for a second.

“Sammy!” The man yells and you watch as he moves to the man with the knife in his shoulder. He shouted threats at the house but was placated by the man with the knife in his shoulder.

The man in the green overcoat looks over at you, and asks the other man a question. You turn away from them, looking back at your girls.

And as the sirens roared and you were all ushered into the back of a dozen ambulances, you think that maybe, you might finally be safe.

[tornoleander]

Jay’s been through it

CW: Sexual assault Implications brief discussion of sexual predators + lotta swearing

(Please let me know if I missed any content warnings and Check if you are ok to hear this theory before reading. This type content has potential to help or hurt you depending on who you are as is the nature of problematic themes. Safety over curiosity.)

This is cannon compliment. Uhh kids show?! Yeah I know shouldn’t really have these themes but they’re there hear me out. Spoilers for season 6/8 I guess.

I’m bothered by this scene and how It connect to certain events so I’ll cautiously share

Sons of Garmadon Episode 7:

Here is the clip

Kelo asks “Where’s the green Ninja”

WHAT THE FUCK! Dude the double take I had when first watching this.

So he looked at Kelo’s… lower half and basically said ‘Cole shut up that man’s crotch is too close’. And not in Jay joking tone, he’s like dead serious and stressed. (The scene just cuts away after)

Jay you ok? Why is it implied some guy might have tried something?! Why else would he say that?! Who the FUCK touched my boi? What even is this scene?!

The fact it’s Jay that said it out of everyone is bad because it’s been implied to him before.

So let’s talk about the darkest Ninjago theory that’s been quietly circulating for a while in fan content. For simplicity I’ll call it captains quarters theory, If you’re unfamiliar I’ll explain.

Basically some speculation happened because of a certain villain that displayed subtle ongoing predatory behavior. And a part when Jay was his prisoner that caused people to worry what happened before the scene started.

As some of you have caught on It’s the scene where Cole rescues Jay from Misfortunes Keep.

He didn’t find Jay in his cell where he should have.

Cole found him beaten as ninjago has ever depicted except when literally dying.

Alone

no explanation given.

In the corner of Captains Quarters.

Nadakhan’s room.

Dude :(

And his concern afterwards.

And thinking he didn’t deserve saving.

“Thank you for trying to save me,-

It’s Just a lot.

Doing awful things to make Jay wish it all away is terrifyingly in Nadakhan’s character. Not just the sadistic torture part.

Nadakhan has many behaviors similar to a sexual predator. I’ll go over it briefly but see my last post for a detailed analysis.

He Seeks out vulnerable people for victims. The Ninja are teens and he waits till or makes them emotionally vulnerable. The way he talks about gifting his wishes and giving his victims anything they desire can be read as grooming behavior. His secrecy in getting all the ninja alone and doesn’t even talk to his crew about his plans. Manipulative and Controlling obviously.

And the most glaring issues he’s WAY tooo fucking touchy all the time. Like watch his body language during Skybound and see how uncomfortable it is

“Too slow junkyard boy”

Not to mention how explicitly he doesn’t care about consent….

And “If you don’t come willingly Nya, I will take you regardless” followed by a forced marriage.

Side note he doesn’t refers to Jay with his name and the things he calls him…uggh “What lies is our little canary whistling now, hmm?”

So… It’s cannon compliant that something was attempted or happened to Jay. Bruh wtf.

Well if you feel like you resonate with this or it may help there a few great fanworks that explore this I can recommend if interested. Mmm comfort angst.

(Note don’t bother anyone for enjoying Nadakhan as a character. It’s fiction and it hurts no one)

[a-j-s-the-only]

”Tell me about the party.”

I feel his hands on me

creeping, crawling

laughter downstairs, is it to me?

in a room full of people, I have never felt so alone

but I was never alone, and that is what I fear

I feel his hands on me

creeping crawling

[sharper-than-a-serpents-tooth]

The possibility that being sickly and weak after giving birth to a healthy son didn't stop the Emperor from continuing to rape Claude's mother and he still expected her to have sex with him...

[deletecyberspace]

i truly do not mean to trigger any other victims by posting this, i just need to know if anyone else feels this way:

even though it was torture when my abuser coerced my consent or straight up assaulted me, i find myself now, six months later, wanting to go back n fuck him.

maybe its because hes finally stopped stalking me, and in my fucked up way i processed it as abandonment, but i just need his attention. i want fuck him even tho i cant stand the sound of his voice or his presence in my life.

please tell me i’m not alone in this 😭 im really hoping this is just a step in the healing process and not like im back at square one

[cider-est]

If anyone here thinks George not found didnt sexually assault an 18 year old girl and that both parties are at fault I need you to block me right this instant

you disgust me

[raccoonrobyn-imagines]

I decided to write this out after thinking about it and chatting with @moonliched ...

This is a small AU that I thought up and wanted to write a blurb about! I might write more eventually if I find more to write about!

Daycare attendants my beloved!

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Sun and Moon have kept Their Protected Child safe for many nights, and tonight is no different. They will always keep her safe, and no man would be able to stop them.

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TW for: intruders, implied attempted assault, implied attempted child molestation, implied attempted child sexual assault (nothing happens, but keep yourself safe! I don't condone these actions and the like in real life (I can't believe that people have to hear me say this since I write fiction and it isn't up to me as an author to tell you right from wrong))

And with any First Plushie and their Protective Intent, comes The Shadow Monster. The Shadow Monster is the one who hides in the darkness under any bed the Protected Child sleeps in. The Shadow Monster is well known in folklore to keep any child that they are given to safe, along with any visiting child. The Shadow Monster would take the protection of any child visiting on a sleep over just as seriously as their own Protected Child.

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Like all Plushies that babies are given once they've been born, The Plushie that were given to any child would be given the Protective Intent so that it could keep you safe from True Monsters. The Protective Intent that is imbued when the family of the newborn baby chose The Plushie from the countless toys from the toy store was well known to keep any child safe from any harm that could befall them.

For Sun and Moon? They take the forms of small happy jesters, littered in sun's and moons and stars.

Sun has loved their Protected Child since they were first awoken, laying side by side with the newborn baby. His Protected Child was a small girl, easily the same size as Sun himself, despite the fact that Sun was smaller than the average newborn. Sun's Protected Child was born sickly, having inhaled some of her own poop while in the womb, along with her mother's body not giving her the sustenance that she needed.

However, the girl thrived once she was able to get the proper nutrition and medical care that she needed. She has since grown well, with only minor hiccups in the past, and is now 5 years old.

Sun, of course, had his own other half of the equation to keep his Protected Child safe. He had Moon.

Moon has been by Sun's side since they were given to the girl in the hospital. Moon has dutifully kept Sun company whenever their little girl would go out and play during the day, and Sun was happy to believe that they were good friends by now. They both adored their little one with their entire beings and love to watch her play in the room with any of the friends she brings over.

However, Sun has been told by Their Protected Child that a strange new family member is visiting, and the uncle has given her strange looks. She has told the one who she believes to be a plushie that she doesn't like how he looks at her, and that he seems weird.

Sun knows that he must tell Moon, so he dutifully stands up once his Protected Child and the rest of the household had fallen asleep and hops off the bed to talk to Moon.

"Moon, did you hear what she said?" Sun asks, looking into the darkness under the bed. When two glowing red eyes peer back out of the darkness and shake to the side slightly, Sun continues. "She said that a new uncle is visiting, and he's made her feel yucky and weird when he looks at her. We need to be prepared to fight him should he attempt anything." Sun explains.

Moons growling voice replies, "Is he sleeping here?"

Sun nods, fretfully twisting his small plush hands together. "She said he is visiting for a week, and that-."

They're both interrupted by the door clicking slightly as it opens. A male face peeks in slightly, and upon seeing the girl sleeping deeply, he opens the door even more. He pays no mind to the rest of the room, not even noticing that the toy that stands next to the bed is a Plushie and not a robot or anything.

Moons snarl lets loose, and Moon easily combines with Sun. As they combine, and The Eclipse begins to grow, slowly stretching their limbs and becoming more and more twisted, showing eyes and fangs and claws where there shouldn't be, the man finally takes notice of them.

When he does, his face grows pale and sweaty, taking a step back and opening his mouth to scream, but The Eclipse is there far faster. When they cover the man's mouth, their innumerable amount of hands and arms cover the rest of him. One of The Eclipses' mouths whisper, "Do not wake the child."

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The next morning, Sun watches as their child wakes and hears about how the new uncle had somehow left in the middle of the night and left a note about how he had to go and do some things.

The child remains blissfully unaware of what could have happened, and Sun and Moon are both happy that Their Protected Child's innocence and happiness was kept secure for at least one more night.

The man tasted awful in Moon's opinion, but he would eat a thousand more terrible people if it meant that he could keep His Protected Child safe one more night.

[halfbakedlicorice]

My Average Contradicting Morning

My inner thoughts

TW: Cursing

Me

TW: Suicidal mentions

Yay for once I’m not tired! Here comes the migraine Hey I got up early today! Go back to bed, everyone will think you’re fake sleeping if you get up now. Hey, I’m gonna work really, really hard today! You’re still only making three hundred bucks per month. I have spending money! It’s not even enough to rent the dorm, you’re still short a hundred from last month…But I tried really hard and that’s all that matters! No one cares, you’re not the only one in the rat race. I should see some friends! The same ones you flirted with because you like him and he doesn’t like you? No, my best friend! The one you cursed out because she said your problems were getting out of hand? I…uhm…maybe I should just go to the mall…You look like skin and bones, you anorexic fuck. Right, maybe I should stay home…You lazy idiot, do something with your life. I should see my therapist…The one who left you or the one who made you cry like a bitch two weeks ago? I should buy a rope…Good idea, but the store’s out of the medium thickness ones, it’ll either break or you’ll fall through the loop. I have some…The ceiling of the dorm won’t hold more than fifty pounds genius. W-Where’s the knife..? You forgot to sharpen it, you couldn’t break skin if you wanted to, you worthless little bitch. Then I’ll buy a sharpener…You can’t, the store only has the shitty ones that don’t work, not that you know the difference between “Course” and “Fine” anyway. I should see Daddy at the prison…The same one who raped you and made you like this? I’m gonna go see Mamá…The one who speaks Spanish but won’t teach you and still doesn’t even accept that you’re a faggot? I…I th-think I’m just gonna sleep…Good idea.

[a-j-s-the-only]

I have a new start

these walls have seen no tears

heard no please,

seen no unwelcome hands.

for this room is untouched by him,

I am untouched by him

I have a new start

[bluestrawberrybunny]

To start this post off: I know this seems like a weird crossover fic; HOWEVER, warning before people begin reading: this fic contains major character death, mentions of su*c*de, SA, s*x and s*x work, murder, blood, abandonment, child neglect, child ab*se, and emotional ab*se. If any of these make you uncomfortable, I would suggest finding another fic to read.

While this crossover seems really weird to some readers at a glance, this is a very serious fic that covers the topics mentioned above.

Ok… I am having some issues with the Apprenticeship AU (specifically dealing with writer’s block), but this is an AU and crossover fic I have not been able to stop thinking about. There are planned to be 15 chapters in total. First chapter is out now. It’s something that I really like, and I can’t wait to work on this story moving forward while I figure out how to tell the story I am wanting to with the SMG4 Apprenticeship AU.

So in the meantime, I’m going to be updating this one a lot more frequently during my recovery time from eye surgery, so… yeah.

No, I have no abandoned the Apprenticeship AU (and I am also planning on posting both fics on AO3 eventually, but I was writing them originally on WattPad so… yeah. Give me time to put those on AO3 for those who don’t have WattPad).

Basic rundown of this Space Pirates AU:

Crossover between SMG4, TMNT 2012, BABQFTIM (only Quest!Cuphead and Quest!Mugman are in this fic tho and no I do not support the original AU’s creator), Cry of Fear, Borderlands, and my OCs in a scenario inspired by the show Firefly.

This takes place during TMNT 2012 Season 4, when the group is in space (duh). This AU deals with very difficult topics, especially when regarding how I feel about a certain character from the 2012 series *cough* April *cough* and how she was handled, especially with her relationship to other characters, especially when one of the characters canonically died on screen from her hand.

Basically, this is a “What-If” scenario with a lot of angst, but also a fun found family story surrounding our lovely pirate crew, as well as a fun twist that is revealed at the end of the first chapter and will be explained more throughout the fic.

Again, I know this seems like it would be a crack fic, but it is taken seriously and I am actually taking this story seriously. To be honest, if this story wasn’t so rooted in the story of TMNT 2012 season 4, I would likely take this and make it its own thing. However, I do hope people do give this fic a shot (unless any of the topics I mentioned at the very top of this post make you uncomfortable, in which case I am perfectly fine with you skipping this one for your own mental health).

So… yeah. This is not a crack fic. It’s just me telling a story with a bunch of different characters from different continuities as if they’re all from the same one.

[thelunarsystemwrites]

TW - CSA.

My... story is...

It happened when I was around five, oh, I can't quite remember exactly though.

I, was at best buy. With my dad and siblings... I guess, maybe I wasn't the most still staying child. I wondered off.

Thats when it happened.

I... remember being able to see the bottom of the shelves that held the games, because I was pinned to the ground. I must've been in the other side of the store, where nobody could see.

I remember it hurting.

I remember him being heavy on top of me.

I remember being restrained.

And... he pulled me up again, pulled up my pants and sent me on my way...

Why didn't I remember this for so long? Why can't I just.... not? I remember it now, this a bit blurry though.

Why didn't anyone find out?

What did I do?

I'm sorry I strayed.

Why... I dunno, it's confusing.