#tw reference to child death

[lycandrophile]

i absolutely cannot believe people are trying to start discourse about whether nex benedict was actually nonbinary / whether it was okay for him to describe himself as nonbinary to some people if he didn’t actually identify that way as if he isn’t literally DEAD because he was KILLED. this is a MURDERED CHILD and these monsters are so busy getting mad at the possibility that he might have been a trans boy who described himself as nonbinary to his family because that was easier for them to take that they’re turning a CHILD who was MURDERED into fucking discourse. even when we die at the hands of cis people’s violence, our own community finds a way to make us the villains of the story.

and all of this bullshit on top of the ways that cis people are already trying to say our grief over his death is unjustified. all of this on top of people claiming he wasn’t murdered and speculating on other causes of death (i literally saw someone say he “clearly went home and took the coward’s way out” and i have never been more disgusted) or claiming that he started the fight as if any action on his part could���ve been enough to justify his death. i am haunted by the sound of his father screaming that his child was not filth because that is what people have been saying about this poor kid, that’s how cruelly his memory is being treated, and even the trans community can’t get it’s shit together enough to look past the stupid discourse and see the tragedy in front of us. did you all forget that it was supposed to be up to us to grieve him in the way he deserves when the rest of the world fails to care if people like him live or die? did you all forget that this child was our sibling, the future of our community, a life that we should have had the chance to know and treasure while he was still here but that we now have a responsibility to hold close to our hearts in his absence? nex’s life was precious and it was ended far too soon and if you truly believe that anything is more important than mourning his life and fighting for a world where no more trans people have to meet such an awful fate, you’re a traitor to this community and you do not deserve the place you occupy within it.

i’m so tired. i can’t even imagine how tired his family must be, to see the public treat the child they’re grieving so horribly, to see the world fail their baby again. leave him alone. he was already robbed of peace in life; the least you can do is let him finally have it in death.

[s0fti3w1tch]

"Ghost" in My Dreams

[context] Raph was the last to see Leo before he disappeared. The guilt haunts him.

[furiousgoldfish]

Abuse seemed normal and justifiable to me, the entire time I was living in it as a kid. I didn't question it, the justifications and defenses would appear in my head before I would even start to get upset about it. 'They didn't mean that, they did it to make me stronger, to teach me how hard life is. They only did it out of anger, they wouldn't have done it if I didn't make them angry. It happened because I did x. They're my parents, they're doing what's best for me. I just don't understand yet because I'm not old enough but eventually I'll get why they're acting this way.'

It feels like that when you've never had a life away from abuse; it is the only normal way of life you've ever known, and implication that it might not be normal are too scary to explore, but also completely unbelievable. Because you would have to believe that you yourself are in a special situation where normal rules no longer apply. Rules like 'your parents love you and do everything for your own good', 'you need to listen to your parents, they know what they're talking about', and 'Your parents are just trying their best'. And you feel like you're nothing special, nothing that happens to you is special, nothing is out of the ordinary, you're feeling even less than normal, you feel like something is deeply wrong with you, rather than the situation you're in. Of course your parents are normal, and mean well, it's you who needs to get their shit together and stop being, whatever you are, it's unclear.

It can seem from an outside perspective, that a child would recognize at least some of the abuse for what it was, even if subjected to the rules of 'parents love you, they know best, you need to obey them', if the abuse is extreme, but no, they wouldn't. Looking back at my experience I was able to justify not only the physical violence, neglect, insults and humiliation, but even the constant, very detailed death threats that would constantly come out of the abusers. I listened to them describe to me how they would kill me, often implying they should have killed me already, and all I thought was 'they are just saying that, they're not actually going to kill me, they're saying it because they're angry, I shouldn't take this personally'. When I think about that now, I am appalled, you would think anyone subjected to constant detailed death threats would know for sure that this is wrong. But I was also hearing about how they 'sacrificed everything for me' and 'nobody else would ever love me like this', and how could I have known, as a kid, which one of these are lies, and which are the truth? I was heavily pressured to believe that they loved me. How would I have known that my parents had reasons to convince me that their murderous intentions were fake, but the love they had for me was real?

Without a clear reference to how parental love looks like, there's no way to tell. And if you ever do see a depiction of a loving family, your abusive family will be very quick to tell you that they're "doing it wrong", "spoiling that child", and "created a selfish brat". And how would you know that this isn't true? You don't yet know that they have reasons to lie to you. You've been told they're your parents and they only want the best for you, like all parents do. They just don't want you to grow up a selfish brat, so that's why they don't do all of the listening, hugging, caring, paying attention, conversing, and advocating for you. To make sure you're strong and responsible as a human being. It makes sense when you're a kid. When you're an adult, you understand that it never made any sense, that shaming good parents only served the purpose of making you feel like you're having a normal experience, and that your parents were right to abuse you, even superior for it.

It's possible to endure any amount of abuse and to be convinced that it's normal. I've talked to adults who've been sexually abused and trafficked by their parents and still believed the parents loved them. There's no limit to what you can convince a child is normal. Any abuse can be hidden by a guise of normalcy.

[very-uncorrect]

Btw if you vote "other" please elaborate in the tags I'm curious!!

[witchysolfan]

The Princess and the Fools

How a child’s soul transferred into the Poppet

Killed by a witch

Gained a witch for a mother

[pyrosomatic-metamorphosis]

Before she could ask he was unwinding her scarf and pressing that into the wound instead, and he could almost convince himself that the rapidly darkeing patch is just the scarf being unevenly dyed and not the blood already soaking through. He was so distracted he almost didn’t hear Tallulah’s voice; it was already growing weak. “Chayanne. Please. You have to get away from here.”

spoilers for how you're gonna get your heart violently torn out of your chest when you read to aim true! fantastic qsmp hunger games au written by @saline-solution for this year's au fest!

Go check out all the other awesome stories and art pieces by scrolling the tag or the blog, @mcytblraufest everyone is so skilled it's been an incredible event to participate in.

this is the second artwork I've done for to aim true- the first one can be found here

[cheerioskid]

out of curiosity, could I ask what your blog title means? :>

I’m assuming your username is some reference to cheerios (the tasty cereal)

of course! "the crickets have arthritis" is the title of this amazing piece of slam poetry by shane koyczan that i found a couple of years ago and genuinely altered my view on life so i keep it as my blog title in case someone googles it and has a similar experience!! honestly i recommend listening/reading anything shane koyczan has done because its all so beautifully written (and im not even that big on poetry!)

here's a youtube link!

also yea my username is in reference to the cereal because i love cheerios i eat them just about every morning lol :3

[kim-poce]

Full House/Pet-verse question: How do people become pets? Eri pretty much immediately clocked Day and Night as guard dogs, so were they born for that purpose (how German Shepherds are bred to be attack dogs) or were they rounded up somehow and, because of their size, designated guard dogs and trained accordingly?

BBU Worldbuilding. Heed the warnings.

CW: BBU (boy box universe), pet whump, institutionalized slavery, human trafficking (including children), kidnapping (including children), child abuse in general just to be sure, talks of sex slavery, racism, classism, ableism, noncon body modification (includes mutilation), food control, near death experience, torture, brainwashing, long term captivity, minor whumpee. If I forgot to tag anything PLEASE let me know.

Officially, pets are people who signed up to the facility. There are laws for it; adult applicants must have a witness, underage applicants as young as 12 years old must have the guardian’s permission and at least three witnesses; after a test, the applicant can choose which, from the given option, kind of pet they wish to be. No children under 12 allowed.

Unofficially, there is a lot of illegal human slavery, the consent papers are often fake or forced, and children really young go to the facility often and the register about it is erased.

The facilities avoid illegal acquisition because there are several people against the BBU system, people who jump at them at any given chance. There are however circumstances that makes them more prone to illegal acquisition:

Children: Easier to train and more moldable to whatever the client wants. 

Foreign people: Some clients want specific races that do not always come by so they don’t lose a chance when they get one.

Neurodivergent people: Again, some clients have specific tastes.

Pretty people/People with unique features: For obvious reasons.

Training and Customization

The training is personalized both to the client's tastes and to the pet needs. Touch starved pets are sold to not-touching clients, pets allergic to fur are sold to people with no animals and so on.

In matters of customization, well, as long as the client pays, the facility will make ANY body modification asked: tattoos, piercings, removal of vocal cords/eyes/hands/etc, sewing the mouth and make the alimentation integrally IV, and so on. The more hardcore modification the less it is shown to the public.

Another important point is alimentation: To the underaged pets (the ones who are still growing) the alimentation is controlled. Guard dogs's rations are really nutritious and meant to make them big and strong. Lapdogs are feed enough to survive so they can be small and cute. Domestic and General pets are fed in an irregular way so they can work under any circumstances. Romantic Pets are usually also kept small, but the future owner can "customize" them (feed less if small, more if big, if they want the pet thin or fat, hair length, etc). 

Guard dogs: Torture with no regard to scarring. Trained in martial arts and weapon use over stamina and strength training. Kept 24/7 with a shock collar and when the client pays enough they are implanted with a kill switch. During training, the torture often gets them in the brink of death, this happens so whoever owns them after it’s “merciful” in comparison, so the pet will see them as a “savior” and don’t try to fight back.

Lapdogs: Trained to be as touch starved as possible. Torture usually leaves little to no scars. fed and touched as little as possible so their owner may be their only source of comfort. The training is usually about being as still as possible, acting cute, identifying tricks and traps and acting as such, and makeup and hairstyle. Also, they learn to undergo pain in silence unless told otherwise.

Romantic Pets: Torture leaves little to no scars. Trained to be silent until told otherwise. Kept touch starved all the time but during sex, they have stamina training, and acting lessons so they look as if they are really enjoying it. Their interaction with everything and everyone in a non-sexual setting is cut so sex can be their only form of comfort and contact with other people. Training includes long periods of torture with no apparent reason, where the pet is kept in constant pain, the pain only stops during sex training so they make the realtion of “no sex=pain.”

Domestic Pets: Torture with no regard to scarring. Punished for every sound they make. Not allowed to talk until said otherwise, choke collar activated by speech (and it is kept on n moment they are obligated to speak so even allowed words hurt). Training includes cleaning and cooking lessons, made to overwork with little to no food, hours and hours of repetitive tasks.

General pets: Torture with medium scarring. Usually they sign up as adults and aren’t conventionally attractive so they go into basic training for all types of pets and are sold at a cheaper price.

The Full House pets:

If you want to know about other's series pets, please ask.

Beige: He is a Domestic Pet who voluntarily  signed up when he was a young adult. He had no family.

Pink: He is a Lapdog who voluntarily signed himself when he was a teen. The money went to his father. One trainer tried to make him into a Romantic Pet but the facility didn’t allow him to.

Purple: He is a Lapdog who was forcibly sold by his uncle when he was a teen, it was so he would protect his brother. Money went to his uncle.

Day: He is a Guard Dog who was kidnapped when he was a really young child. No one got the money. He was meant to be a lapdog at first (he was cute) but he grew up too much so his alimentation and training was changed.

Night: He was kidnapped in his teens for political reasons and made to be a guard dog because they couldn't tame him enough to make him a Romantic pet.

Little One: He is a Lapdog who was sold by his parents as a young child. Training was customized so the “ugly” autistic traits were not shown and the “cute” ones were encouraged. At first they tried to make him touch starved, and since it didn’t work, they made him a dancer. Was meant to be sold to a non-touching owner but his first mistress wanted to “fix him,” she signed a document declaring she was aware that she was buying a touch repulsed pet and took responsibility for any defects about it.

[sins-of-the-sea]

“Would it be in poor taste if I name the cute little bread monster Taryn II? I promise I won’t feed it blood or other human beings.

“If I have to, then that marquis who ran over that child and paid the father a single gold coin should be perfect food for the little guy.”

[dizzified]

Um, Creatures Of Sonaria when.

Typhoon.

An over-confident Hikoshi with a mix between a superiority and an inferiority complex, as she can be seen flaunting about how good she is, but when anyone compliments her, she seems to get confused as to why, and get momentary brain lag before it all clicks in her head.

She's one to fight back when insulted though she takes insults quite harshly even if it's just playful jesting.

She's always down for a fight, picking them with nearly anyone if they seem up for it and even when they aren't, though she beats herself up when she loses, she gets quite cocky when she wins and acts like an excited child before shoving it in everyone's face and never letting the person forget about that time, she beat their ass.

Also, a God killed her children.

Slaps down quotes

"My children, I never imagined I could love something more than I love myself, but-.. They were my everything, I wanted to raise them to success. You took that chance from me, and I will never get it back."

"Gods? I don't believe in gods, I spit on their so-called worshippers, once I was told I came across one, a Chrysos of glittering gold, he took everything I knew and loved from me, killed my poor children for a fight they weren't even involved in, he blinded me, crippled me, and left me broken. That was no god, that was the devil himself that struck me upon the sands that night."

[madcatdaderpydrawer-blog]

The twelfth was both Caleb and Martins birthdays, but I didn't get the chance to finish them until now. Anyways here they are!

Reblogs and comments are appreciated :) If you have any questions about these guys, let me know! I love answering them

[croshnaloov]

It be like that sometimes :|

[silencedrage]

TAISSA TURNER ( @perfectionreached ) wanted [ AWAKE ]:     the sender, unable to sleep, gets up to go for a walk, and finds that the receiver is also unable to sleep.

She is trembling still, partially from the adrenaline and partially from the cold. Her knuckles alternate from aching so sharply that they burn, to going numb from the bitter wind that sweeps around her. Although the worst of the storm that had trapped them has passed, the night is clear, which only makes it colder where they are. She could walk to where she buried her son, she thinks suddenly. She could stay with him, to make sure he wasn't afraid. Even in the dark, she can picture the road back to him, like a tether guiding her back and she moves for the first time in what is probably an hour at least. Or.. she tries to. Her muscles are locked in place and Shauna lurches into the snow with a hiss as her bloody knuckles sink into the cold once more.

It takes a few minutes for the feeling to return to her legs, for her body to remember how to activate and fire each ligament until she is staggering to her feet, leaning against the edge of the porch heavily. She can't hear anything from inside and Shauna thinks maybe she's been out here longer than she thought, maybe the others have gone to sleep so she wouldn't have to look at their accusatory eyes, but the idea of going back in doesn't cross her mind, even though she knows the logical conclusion of her staying out all night.

Shauna takes half a step away from the house when the door opens, and she can see Taissa's curls dimly backlit from the fire inside. She swallows hard and looks at her friend, shoulders rounded in, a complete shift from the beast she'd become earlier. She had exhausted her pain on Lottie's battered body, at least for tonight, and her fingers fidgeted at her makeshift gloves to pull them down her raw, scraped knuckles, like a child about to be scolded. Or worse, maybe she would be ignored entirely, cast out like Jackie even though she would actually deserve that. "Tai?"

[mywingsareonwheels]

There are many things I love about Endeavour 9.1 but one of my favourites is...

[behind the cut due to mystery-of-the-week-type spoilers and also (non-specific) discussion of suicide and harassment]

... it very firmly, in a some-anvils-need-to-be-dropped-actually kind of way, makes it 1000% clear that suicide baiting is absolutely fucking evil and that yes you *do* always run the risk of provoking someone’s actual death and if so then you *are* partly responsible for that death and you *should* carry that for your entire life thereafter. Seeing the reactions from Morse and Thursday when they confronted the perpetrator was... yeah. <3

If that message got through to even one viewer who’s adopted it as a form of casual discourse and now stops then that’s a total blessing...

(ALSO, of course, the other anvil is that claustrophobic, hyper-competitive spaces where there’s no proper emotional care are a horrifying place to put children and teenagers. And again, Morse & Thursday clearly felt plenty of sadness and disgust and anger, but also some compassion for the perpetrator because of how very very permanently fucked up she had been by that environment. Mme Belasco most certainly bears a lot of responsibility too.)

[crownshattered-arch]

@ever-winter inquired: a kiss shared while holding your dying lover . - Childe / Lia :)

Kiss Prompts—No Longer Accepting

Death was always something that came naturally to Lia. After all, when you've lived most of your life around Phantoms, the remains of dead over-blotted mages, the concept of death was always in her mind. That only grew worse the day she killed her father. Death always seemed to follow Lia, and she often pondered what would finally get her in the end. Sacrificing herself for someone else was never one of those assumptions.

She had to do it. Lia knew how much blot her signature spell created, and she spent her whole life learning how to monitor her blot accumulation to prevent death. She knew if she kept going it would finally kill her. But without such strong negative emotions eating at her and driving her to destroy everything in her path, the accumulation of blot only poisoned her instead of forcing her to overblot like those other students. Black liquid dripped from her eyes, her hands coated up to her arms in blot. But she had to do it. They were being attacked, and by using her magic she defeated their powerful attacker. She saved Tartaglia's--no, Ajax's--life.

"It won't work..." she choked out as she helplessly watched the redhead struggle to help her. She was gone, and she knew it. But Ajax's life held more value than hers. She had no family, no friends... He could have a better life than she would ever have. Lia coughed harshly as she was cradled in his arms, but then she tried to force a smile. "It'll be...fine...sorry to leave you like this... I guess...people do crazy things...when they're in love..."

[rindecisions]

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