#tw verbal abuse

[cubbihue]

Uhm is Chimmy Changa doing well? Its seems he has started to divert from what changelings are supposed to do and act like is the static not staticing correctly is he become aware that something is wrong?

Diverting? Well we can’t have that!!!!

Don’t worry. I’ve increased the noise since our last interference. If it happens again, we will issue a good reset!! Thank you for your report.

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[dearramiel]

billy desperately trying to babytrap his girl after she tries to break up w him🤭

This is so good.

✧ - baby trapping, subconscious manipulation, verbal abuse, violent!billy, billy is overprotective, obsessive, and possessive, implied stalker! billy, mentions of billy beating up jason tommy h & some other guy, controlling behavior, toxic relationship, gaslighting, guiltriping, unprotected sex( piv), breeding, cockwarming, mentions of tampering with birth control but it doesn't actually happen, hint of fluff at the end,

Billy's infatuation with you starts the very first day he looks at you, a beautiful, shy, charismatic girl who he could bend at will. He knew he would have you, it wasn't even a matter of how but when.

He was good at orchestrating everything, from the very first time you talk, the heated kisses, and first time hooking up. Billy wasn't your first, but you sure as hell felt like a virgin the first time you took him. He made you feel good, loved, he was sweet, caring, and charming. Just two months in, everything had changed. From the very beginning he knew you were different than other girls he had been with, he never had a girlfriend, and it hit him like a shock. He started acknowledging how much depth his love went, at first it was just him messing around with another girl, but he had gone way off track.

It was hard not to, you had been the only girl to care for him, rather than his dick. You were different. You treated him different than any other person.

It wasn't all on him anyway, you weren't stupid, you knew what Billy's intentions were from the beginning, he'd never once talked to you, but it began to get hard to let go when he kept you around, not shoving you through his window after hooking up, not pretending like you didn't exist when he walked by you at school, offering rides after he proposed in exchange for him to be lenient on Max being late, or even how he had stopped going after other girls.

Everything was so sweet, until he let the intrusive thoughts in.

He started asking who the people you talked to were, walking you to classes you didn't have together during passing period, insisted on driving you to work after school, picking you up and dropping you off home.

Eventually his obsession turned violent, going after Jason Carver after finding you two together during a pep rally, a big misunderstanding that could have been avoided had he just asked what you were bringing to him.

Billy had become somewhat self aware of what he was doing, quickly becoming insecure, and hateful. But he couldn't help it, because he genuinely loved and cared for you, he wanted you all to himself, this sweet girl who let him in. He was good at guilt guiltriping you with that, telling you how much he loved you.

It made you feel restless, having to make sure you weren't talking to specific people he didn't like, making sure not to stare too long at some other guy, spending all your free time with him, letting him know that there was a test you had to make up before going to work. You felt like your life was being controlled, and inviting him over while no one was home was your biggest mistake.

Spring break had just started, it was a Saturday evening when Billy had received the call. Of course he'd pull up to his girlfriends house in under 10 minutes, especially when she gave the "It's important and serious.".

Billy was rapidly knocking on the door, yelling your name, and when you open to let him in, he can tell that something really is wrong.

You're spouting nonsense to him, being so annoying, talking about how he doesn't love you, and that he's obsessed with you. Part of which was really wrong, because Billy did love you. He just had this horrible way of showing it.

It doesn't take long for you to get him angry, he begins yelling back. Saying that Carver, Tommy H, and Smith deserved getting their asses flipped. To which you yell that he shouldn't go about fixing things with violence.

"I just can't do this."

And he snaps, eyes blurring, warm droplets falling to his neck, when he blinks he realizes that he's crying. And it has you shocked.

"What?" His voice is small and broken, it almost has you wanting to take back what you've said. But it's hard to do so, because he's scared you already.

"No, please no." He cries as he reached out to you, wrapping his arms tightly around your body, another act that shocks you, he's never been one to initiate affection. He's almost cradling you, "Can't lose you, please don't."

You're not sure if it's an act, one to lure you in, but you take the bait anyway. Because while the ideas of what he's capable of to the extent of his love terrify you, you also remember that you do love him too. That he's never once laid a hand, or ever been physically abusive to you.

"I'm sorry Billy, I didn't mean it. It's just, you scare me sometimes!"

Anguish breaks into his body, when the realizations kick in. It's a thought that's etched into his mind, the fact that you've thought about leaving him. The fact that you even said it.

"I'm sorry baby, let me make it up to you please.. I promise I'll take care of you." His tone sends shivers down your spine, it's the one he always uses, it messes with you subconsciously and you never picked up on it.

You nod your head rapidly, breathing in deeply when Billy's teeth gently sink into the flesh on the side of your neck. Your panting reels him in further, letting him take full control of your body.

You don't even know how you ended up on your back, in your room, and on your bed, both you and Billy fully nude. Both your bodies decorated with bites and love marks. You're crying into the air as Billy's cock is shoved into your aching tight hole. You can feel every inch of him, to the point where you swear you feel his tip hit up snuggly against your cervix, and Billy swears he feels it too, because he begins a brutal pace. Mouth stealing a heated kiss from you. Between the messy kiss, your stuttering moan fills his ears.

"Fuuuuckkk, Billyyy! M'gonna cum!" You whimper, arms and legs wrapping around his body, pulling him to you, almost inviting him further inside you. He's reaching the deepest he can, he's never been or even felt so feral during sex. Both his hands were clenching harshly onto the pillow your head was rested on, he's using it as stability to continue thrusting so hard and fast, he feels like he's also about to cum.

"Yeah? Then cum, need to feel you all over me." The thought alone is enough to send you spiraling, a gush of liquid seeps out, drenching and covering his abdomen and cock in your cum. A long moan rips through you, your walls clamp so tightly around Billy that it only takes a couple more thrusts before his cock plunges into the deepest part of you.

"Fuuck! Babe'm gonna cum, cunt is all mine, gonna breed you so they know you're mine. You want that, don't you?" He groans into your ear, burying his face into your neck, your response is nonverbal, it's just you frantically nodding your head up and down before you decide to speak up.

"Yes! Please, Billy, want you to make me yours!" You babble, then it happens cum begins filling up your insides until you feel full. Billy's weight drops on you then, cum still spurting a few more times before he is absolutely spent.

You can feel him soften inside you, little bits of cum threatening to spill out. The feeling has you whimpering, it's then that Billy remembers he's still inside you. When he goes to lift himself up, a whine is heard from you.

"Billy.. no, don't go.. please. Wanna stay with you like this." You beg, your tired eyes droopy, your arms still holding him tightly.

"Not going anywhere baby. Love you so much." He slurs, high of sex, leaving kisses all over your face.

"I love you too, Billy.. so much.."

He had you right where he wanted you.

Those condoms he planned to poke holes into weren't really necessary after all.

[riality-check]

TW: past verbal and emotional abuse

The Harrington house is a game of perfection.

Steve has known this fact for as long as he can remember. There is a right way, a narrow way, a rigid way, of doing things. Numbers dictate all: rebounds, points, and assists for basketball, new PRs in freestyle and backstroke for swim. The numbers themselves do not matter; all that does is that they grow and shrink appropriately.

Infinite growth is not sustainable; not for Steve's stats, not for Richard's stocks. Both of them strive for it anyway.

The house must be clean. The parties can't be busted. The people of Hawkins will only say good things about the Harrington family. Gloria strives for these things, day in and day out.

The Harrington house is also a game of Perfection.

Steve hated that game growing up. The one with the little yellow pieces and the blue board. He was never able to get all the pieces in the right spot before the board spit them all back out.

It made a ticking noise, like a time bomb. Steve doesn't know when he started associating that sound with his parents.

It fits. It fits almost too well. They're fine, at least for a little while. The ticking starts quiet, then grows louder and louder until everything blows up.

The thing is, in Perfection, that the board blows up even if you put all the pieces in the right spots in time. The thing is, in the Harrington house, that everything blows up even if Steve does everything right.

The ticking lasts for days sometimes, weeks others. It's impossible, random, and impossibly random.

The only consistent thing is the board blowing up. And when that happens, so does the shouting.

The Party thinks that Tommy and Carol taught Steve to be cruel. That they're the ones who taught him how to bare his fangs and spit venom. That once he left them, the rage left him.

He's okay with letting them think that. It's easier than explaining that Richard and Gloria are the ones who taught him how to snap and shout, how to tear holes in other people with a few well-spoken barbs.

When Steve thinks of his parents, he thinks of fighting. He thinks of his father calling him useless and his mother calling him an idiot. He thinks of his mother calling his father dirt and his father calling his mother a bitch.

There are never any apologies. "I'm sorry" is never said in the Harrington house, even when the board gets reset.

They say "I got you pizza for dinner." "I saw this at the store and thought of you." "Do you want to come with me to get gas?"

And with that, the ticking starts up again.

Horrible things are said when the board blows up. Steve says horrible things when the board blows up. He's called his father an asshole and his mother self-absorbed and apologized without any apology at all.

He cleaned the pool instead.

Steve doesn't want to the board to blow up in the middle of the Munson trailer. It's why he's keeping his mouth shut while Eddie yells at him.

"What the hell, Stevie?" Eddie shouts, arms flying. "I told you that you can’t do that!"

“You told me you don’t want me to,” Steve says, staying calm and measured.

Calm and measured. Not blowing up. Steve isn’t going to snap or shout or bitch. He isn’t.

“Fucking semantics!”

“They were saying-”

“I don’t care what they were saying!” Eddie roars. “I don’t give a shit what they say about me!”

It’s true. Wayne calls Eddie “Teflon,” says that nothing sticks to him, least of all anyone’s opinion. Steve knows that Eddie doesn’t care about what most people in Hawkins think about him.

But he cares very much about what the people who care about him think.

Steve can say a whole lot of things right now. He’s angry, physically biting his tongue to ground himself. He can say a whole lot of things to cut Eddie to the bone, to end the argument and then some.

But he won’t.

Love is knowing how to hurt someone and choosing not to. It’s using a knife to split an apple to share instead of to cut skin to ribbons.

Steve can’t trust himself not to slash Eddie open. He says awful things when everything goes to hell like this, snaps back hard when snapped at first, operates purely on instinct.

He doesn’t want to hurt Eddie, so he keeps his mouth shut.

“I care that you could have gotten hurt when you swung at those assholes,” Eddie continues. “I care that I wasn’t there with you when you defended yourself. I care that you won’t let me take a look at your hands and make sure they’re alright.”

Steve squeezes the knuckles of this right hand in his left. It stings, but he’s fine. Nothing broken. He knows from experience

“Stop it, you’re hurting yourself,” Eddie barks.

Steve lets go of his hands, lets them hang loosely at his sides.

“So, what the hell, sweetheart?” Eddie asks, still loud, still snappish.

A variety of terrible answers surges to the front of Steve’s mind. Eddie’s biggest insecurities, the things he’s only told Steve when he thought he was asleep. Ways to wipe the anger off his face and replace it with stuff easier to manage: shock, hurt, sadness. Things he would say if he didn’t particularly like Eddie, if he were still in high school, if he were still in his parents’ house.

Steve doesn’t say anything. He keeps the knife in its drawer. He closes his eyes tight and breathes in once, then again.

“Hey,” Eddie says, softer.

Steve opens his eyes to find him a step closer, hands up in surrender.

“I’m sorry,” Eddie says.

Oh.

Well.

Steve doesn’t know what to do with that.

He’s said it before. Of course he has. He knows the words, knows that he needed to say them to Dustin and Robin and Max, and he has. He’s stepped too far with jokes and forgot about some things and missed some things they’ve said.

But he’s never yelled at them. They’ve never yelled at him.

This is not how this is supposed to go. Eddie isn’t supposed to apologize. He’s supposed to clean Steve up or make him dinner or invite him along to go grocery shopping.

And Steve was supposed to snap back.

“It’s okay,” he says because that’s what he’s supposed to say, yeah?

Eddie shakes his head. “It’s not. I shouldn’t have yelled at you.”

“It was bound to happen.”

Eddie stares at him, big doe eyes shining, like he has five heads. It makes Steve want to put his bloody hands behind his back, make him shrink.

He swears he can hear ticking, but the board just reset. Didn’t it?

“What?” Eddie asks.

Steve shrugs. “It’s okay.”

“It’s not. I got scared, but that doesn’t mean I get to yell at you. That’s not okay.”

What does Eddie get to do, if not yell?

I deserve it, Steve thinks, but he’s smart enough to know that saying that out loud will just lead to another fight.

There’s been barely any time to put the pieces back.

Steve doesn’t get it. But, he figures he’s always been a little slow on the uptake, so he can watch. Observe. Figure it out later on his own. He’s pretty good at that.

“Okay,” Steve says.

“Okay?”

“Yeah,” he says, and he holds his hands out for Eddie to take.

He’s dragged along to the sink, where Eddie rinses the cuts out with cool water before bandaging them up with the remnants of a box of Band-Aids from the bathroom. When they’re dry and finished, he presses a kiss to each knuckle, feather light.

“I’m sorry,” he says again, looking at Steve very seriously.

“Me, too,” Steve says, voice a little hoarse. “I’m sorry.”

It feels good to say. It feels good to mean.

Standing there in the kitchen of a trailer in Forest Hills, looking at the mismatched furniture and half-full ashtrays of the living room, holding hands with his boyfriend formerly accused of murder and apologizing for the first time and meaning it, Steve feels like he can finally breathe.

The ticking has finally stopped, and silence sounds so sweet.

[spop-romanticizes-abuse]

glimmadora vs catradora: making mistakes and taking responsibility

when glimmer hurt adora, adora was allowed to stay mad at glimmer. she was allowed to prioritize her own feelings and not worry about trying to stay on glimmer's good side.

and when glimmer hurt adora, glimmer took the initiative to try and apologize to adora multiple times. she immediately recognized her mistake and felt terribly guilty for what she said. and while she did initially get annoyed after adora ignored her attempts at apology, she still made sure to properly apologize afterwards.

when catra hurts adora, adora is always the one who has to seek out catra and apologize to her or try to console her. adora was never the one at fault in these scenarios, yet she always had to be the bigger person and disregard her own feelings in favor of catra's.

and when catra hurts adora, catra never acknowledges her mistake. she never even looks guilty, let alone try to apologize to adora or make amends. she goes off to sulk because she knows that adora would eventually give in and apologize for something that isn't her fault.

and then the one time catra does make the initiative to seek out adora after a fight, this is what she says:

keep in mind, this was after catra abandoned adora. but sure, glimmadora is toxic.

[chaos-potat]

⚠WARNING⚠

This chapter contains homophobic language and verbal abuse

Tim tends to quickly internalize things like this, his emotions move quickly, Tim can't always notice he's breaking down till he can barely speak.

Janice, Tim's mom, isn't the most stable person, she has a kind of hatred for Tim. His brother, Zach, was the favorite and it was clear growing up. Zach was smart and quiet, the only time he spoke up was when Tim helped him, they saw Tim making Zach louder as an issue. After their parent's official divorce and Zach moved towns with their dad, Janice changed a lot, she was upset that Tim actually wanted to stay in New York, she wanted Zach. Tim loves his brother but he wanted to stay to keep Donnie and Casey civil with each other, he begins to regret that as he feels he's failing at even that.....

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[steam-beasts]

What a lovely brotherly bond!

Duncan loves his brother! :)

Just reposting these images cuz I'm still working on some stuff.

[evenmoreofadisaster]

Picture this: The Foot decides that Usagi keeps getting in the way or he’s too much of a distraction. So the Lieutenant tells One and Two that Usagi has to be killed, and that they have to do it. One is struck with the shock and horror of the knowledge that his friend(or lover maybe at this point I don’t know?) is in danger. He whispers “No…” in such a soft voice that Two looks at him in confusion. Only for One to repeat himself, screaming “NO!!!” When I say screaming, I’m talking wide eyes, angry tears pricking them, fists clenched tightly, and straight up defying the order to kill the one he loves.

Just something angsty I thought of just now. Why? Because I can.

okay this got my brain GOING. I did make some tweaks, but I LOVE where your head's at!

Basically, a what if scenario where Two tells Draxum about Usagi in Bug Busters

The vines must loosen, because Two releases a huff of air and squirms to adjust his position. “I  have found evidence that Number One has been coming and going from the Nexus Hotel as he damn well pleases, despite your orders and without your permission. If you release me, I can show you.”

One’s blood turns to ice, but before he can defend himself, Draxum puts them down. 

As soon as One’s feet touch the floor and Draxum releases his hold, he lunges for his brother. Draxum’s vines catch him by the shell and arms, pulling him back. One growls and tugs at his restraints. “Two,” he warns. 

But Two pulls up the video feed, a time lapse of every one of his escapes to the Nexus. One’s chest tightens. Even though it’s sped up, there are short glimpses of the slider just sitting down and crying. His weakest, most lowest moments are displayed on camera, right in front of him. In front of his brother. In front of his commander. And every time… every time Usagi was there to cheer him up. Two freezes the frame in one particularly suspicious shot of Usagi leading One down a hallway, holding his hand. 

Slowly, Draxum’s vines loosen and slide away, but One just stands there, staring at the moment frozen in time. 

If he wasn’t in trouble before, he sure as hell is in trouble now. 

“You have been deceiving me.”

One stiffens at the sound of disapproval in Draxum’s voice. “Just let me explain—”

“I’ve heard enough of your explanations!” the commander shouts. Instinctively, One flinches and looks at the floor, caught in his own web of lies. He hates the tight feeling in his throat. 

“You have made a fool of yourself,” Draxum continues. “By coming here, you’ve hindered this mission. Not only that, but your actions have made me question what else you've been keeping from me. You’ve become distracted. Weak. And I will not tolerate this inane behavior any longer.”

A large shadow engulfs One, making him feel small and boxed in. Oppressed. Suffocated. He doesn’t have to look up to know Draxum is the one who’s looming over him. He just hopes that’s the end of it. The silence that follows seems to last forever. Then the commander gives him his order. 

“Kill him.”

One stops breathing. 

“This is your final chance to redeem yourself, Number One. I suggest you take it.”

“No,” One’s mouth runs faster than he can think. It’s not the logical choice, but One knew then and there that he can’t— won’t— follow Draxum’s order. Just like he knew that he couldn’t bring 003D and 004D to Draxum. 

“One,” Two hisses. 

The slider breaks away. “No!” he shouts, fists tight. “I won’t.”

All of a sudden a vine snatches One by the throat and shoots away from the rooftop, holding the slider above the street far below. One gasps as his neck is squeezed. He kicks his legs pathetically and claws at the branch.

“I cannot afford you indulging these insignificant distractions,” Draxum growls. “If you can’t handle these simple tasks, then tell me why shouldn’t I just drop you now?”

“Do it,” One chokes, meeting Draxum’s look of annoyance with defiance. “You’re obviously done with me, so let me go.”

The alchemist narrows his eyes. One’s heart thuds, panic and doubt flooding his mind. He fights it, struggles to hold on to reason. 

This is all talk. One knows it is. Draxum isn’t going to just let him fall to his death— fourteen years of the alchemist risking his life and career to protect them makes One sure of it— but that doesn’t mean he won’t find another way to punish One for slowing him down. 

After a moment, Draxum pulls him back to the ledge and drops him. One falls unceremoniously onto the rooftop, behind Draxum, hitting the ground with a weak grunt. “That would be a waste,” Draxum scowls. “However, I have another solution to this… complication.”

One looks up as Draxum stands next to Two, with a hand on his shoulder. The softshell glances up hesitantly at their commander. 

“Engage deactivation protocol: 001D-Alpha 9.”

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WUGGHHH this made me sad. um anyways here's a song rec...

[punkstylerecovery]

Generally speaking, your parents often owe you a lot more than you're taught to believe. A lot of people are raised to believe that parents do not really owe you that much beyond food and shelter and that's not true. In fact, you can have parents who give you food, shelter, patience and kindness and STILL deserve more from them.

By being your parents, they've accepted a very special relationship and amount of responsibility for you. Do you know how many people I know whose parents have never genuinely apologized to them? How many people’s parents physically hurt them, how many people’s parents mock their insecurities, how many people’s parents don’t care for their children’s health, how many parents make their children (intentionally or otherwise) want to die? 

And so many people don’t give a fuck. We’re raised in cultures that more often than not treat us to respect our parents in spite of most anything while also teaching everyone that children don’t deserve shit. We’re raised in cultures that more often than not teach us to “respect our parents” in spite of most anything while also teaching everyone that children don’t really deserve shit. It varies but its so common that lots of people don’t even think twice about it. 

But children DO deserve more than they’re generally given. So much more! And so many things that are literally just abusive are considered normal parenting all around the world and that’s vile, especially considering children are the most severely affected by this and have no “societal power” to wield to put a stop to it beyond what they can scramble together through a combination of sheer determination, shock value, strength and fucking luck. 

Not to sound radical, but I think we owe children a fuck ton more than they’re being given now and I think people need to learn so much more about abuse and how that ties into the common underplaying of what we’re owed in parent/child relationships. 

[thescarletnargacuga]

So like….what if Caine (since he doesn’t know how to parent yet) disciplines Cade a little too harshly (verbally) and Cade runs away from home gets kidnapped causing Pomni and Caine to have to find and save their son, all while Pomni is trying to teach Caine how to have a bit more compassion?

This is harlequin au if you couldn’t already tell 🤣

A/N: The Harlequin's son in danger? ...Someone's gonna die

RUNAWAY

A HARLEQUIN AU ONESHOT

Harlequin AU credit: @tadc-harlequin-au @iamespecter

WARNING: unintentional verbal abuse, child endangerment, hurt/comfort

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The workshop door was left unlocked and cracked open. Cade couldn't help himself. His dad never let him in there. Always saying it was dangerous. "What could be so dangerous about a room where dad fixes things?"

Cade slowly pushed the door open and peeked inside. The room was well lit, multiple workbenches circled the room and what looked like a surgical table sat in the center with trays of tools and old blackened stains on the edges. The walls were lined with shelves full of gadgets of all shapes and sizes. On a table across from the door, was a single gadget he recognized. It was open and in pieces, as if his dad was working on it very recently, but it was unmistakably the W.A.C.K.Y watch.

"Woah...." Cade's eyes sparkled at all the shiny cool looking objects in the room. He walked inside, his little heart racing anxiously. He was definitely breaking the rules now and worried over hearing footsteps down the hall at any moment. "Just looking...just looking....just- oooo! What's that?"

Perched on a high shelf was something that looked like his father's cane, but was highly modified. It was covered in etchings of dragons and had hinge points, like it could change shape. The topper was a gold dragon head with sapphire eyes, bearing its fangs.

He had to get a closer look.

Cade pushed a chair over to the shelf, climbed up and carefully hoisted himself up the shelf. The shelving unit creaked and swayed some, not built with climbing in mind.

Just before he reached the top, the shelf he stepped on cracked. Cade slipped and scrambled to hold on. The movement made the shelf teeter and tip.

CRASH!!

The whole shelving unit, along with everything on it, fell to the ground. "Ow..." Cade sat up, looking at the wreckage around him. "Oh no!" Before he could run, a figure blocked the door.

Caine had pulled an all nighter working on his watch. He had left his workshop for only a moment to get a cup of coffee, not even thinking to relock the door in his tired state. He heard the crash as he was returning and rushed in to find his son surrounded by damaged and destroyed projects.

"What are you doing in here!?" Caine put his drink down on a random flat surface and moved in to inspect the damage. "I've told you, you're NOT allowed to play in here! These AREN'T toys!!"Years of work. Undone in an instant. Anger boiled quickly to the surface.

"I wasn't playing, dad! I-I- I was just looking! I promise!" Cade started to tear up as he tried to explain himself. He never meant for this to happen.

"Just looking?? Of all the stupid, inane- THINGS DON'T JUST MAGICALLY FALL OFF THE SHELVES, CADE! You deliberately disobeyed me, destroyed my work, and you have the gall to lie to my face?? Get out. I'll decide on punishment later. Right now, I have a mess to clean up." Caine struggled to control his tone. He stopped looking at Cade in light of self pity over his lost work.

"But dad-" Cade shook, feeling afraid of his father for the first time.

"I SAID, GET OUT!" Caine's voice echoed harshly. Jabbing a finger towards the door.

Cade ran to his room, tears steaming down his face. "I didn't mean to...I wasn't trying..." He cried into his arms, hiding in a box in his closet. His father's final words boomed in his mind.

Get out!

Cade sniffed. "Fine...you want me out? I'll get out. All the way out." He waited until dusk to sneak out of his room and downstairs. All was quiet. Anyone awake was winding down for the evening and never heard the scampering of little feet making their way towards the front door.

Cade ducked into the shadows outside. Z was on sentry duty. The lights of her eyes constantly scan the dark. Leaving through the front gate wouldn't be an option. He went around back, going the long way around the mansion to the property forest. He knew from his exploring that there was a weak point in the stone wall towards the back. A few crumbled sections towards the bottom that he could easily make a hole through if he moved a few loose pieces.

He took one last look at the mansion, seeing the warm glow of the windows through the breaks in the trees. He angrily wiped tears away and slipped through the hole in the wall. Outside the safety of the Manor grounds, he entered the darkened streets of the City of Circuits all alone and unarmed.

The sky rolled with thunder overhead. Faint flashes of lightning and dark sheets of rain blocking the horizon promised a storm.

~

Pomni entered Cade's room. "Hey buddy, it's time for- ...Cade?" She checked under the bed and in the closet. "Huh...?" Anxiety spiraled inside her heart. "Cade?" She checked every room she thought he could be in this late, eventually coming to Caine's workshop. She could hear him working and tried to open the door. Locked.

She rolled her eyes and dug out a key. "Hey! I'm coming in!" She announced as she unlocked the door. Caine didn't look up from what he was doing, which wasn't unusual. What was unusual was the mess. Fragments of metal and glass laid scattered across the floor. A damaged shelf leans precariously against the wall. A pile of damaged gadgets on a far worktable.

"The hell you been up to in here?" She muttered before loudly clearing her voice. "Have you seen Cade? He's not in his room and it's time for bed."

Caine sighed, pausing his work on his watch and turned in his seat to look at Pomni. "Yeah, I've seen him. He's the perpetrator of this." Caine held his hand out to the mess.

"Where is he now?" Pomni crossed her arms, staring down Caine.

"Don't know. I sent him out." Caine waved his hand with tired indifference.

"What?? Out WHERE???" Pomni's anxiety spiked.

"Nowhere!! Just out of here! He snuck in and wrecked the place!!"

"You left your workshop unlocked!?"

"Only for a minute! I just needed to get something to get me through the final repairs on this thrice-damned watch!! It's been a bitch and a half to fix, and the last thing I needed was him breaking everything!!" Caine stood.

"What the hell is the matter with you? Our son is unaccounted for and all you care about is that pile of scrap??" She pointed at the pile of broken gadgets. "This isn't about YOU!"

"You're right, it's not about me! It's about the lifetime of dedication I've poured into my work that has priority when I'm focused on a project! The work that has saved your life innumerable times!" Caine angrily puffed.

"OUR SON IS A PRIORITY!!" Pomni screeched, breathing heavily. "Why are you being such a DICK?? How long have you been down here? When was the last time you slept?? You're clearly not in your right mind, because you can't seem to grasp the fact that OUR SON IS MISSING!!"

It was like being hit by a train. Caine's eyes widened from anger to fear. "Missing? No, that can't be right. He can't leave the grounds."

"He also can't enter your workshop." Pomni seethed.

"Where have you checked?"

"The whole second floor. And I didn't see him anywhere on the first floor on my way down here."

"Okay... But still leaves the third floor and the rest of the basement. The grounds themselves..." Caine's heart started to race. "Get everyone searching." He joined her in rushing out of the room. Not bothering to lock the door behind him.

~

Gangle slithered up to the narrow attic above the third floor. "Sir Cade..?"

Ragatha frantically checked the third floor rooms. "Cade??"

Pomni and Caine rushed outside, rain pouring down. They shouted over the crashing thunder. "CADE!!"

The grounds lit up as Z was put on high alert. Their work lights search meticulously.

Kingr checked each tree in the forest. "Little one?"

Jax sprinted along the perimeter wall, skidding to a halt when he found a small hole. His yellow eyes glowed in the dark as he examined the potential escape point. A small piece of fabric was stuck to a jagged edge of stone. He squinted. It was from Cade's vest. "Sneaky bugger."

Jax activated his com. "Hey, I found where he got out. Back corner of the Northern wall."

Caine and Pomni came running. Caine saw the hole and blinked to the other side. "CADE!! CAAAADE!!!" Thunder drowned him out. Rain was coming down hard, making it impossible to see too far ahead.

~

Cade ran blindly through the streets beyond the occupied portion of the city. Ancient crumbling structures swayed and creaked in the howling wind. The lightning was the only sort of light, exposing the terrifyingly abandoned streets for only fractions of a second at a time.

He tried to turn around and go back home, but he got lost. He couldn't remember where he'd gone, the ruins all looked the same. Soaking wet and freezing, he found an old crate in an alley to hide in. He covered his head as lightning struck a ruin near him, the explosive thunder shaking him to his core.

"Mom....dad....I'm sorry....please help me..." He cried.

~

Caine stormed into his workshop, his drenched wife behind him.

"What are you doing? We need to get a search party going in the city!" Pomni paces with motherly fear, she was ready to go out and search right now. "There are still dangerous things beyond the occupation! There's no protective wall around the city! Who knows what could wander in from the wasteland! Cade could-" She couldn't say it. Even thinking it tore her heart to pieces.

"His bell, Pomni. The bell he wears has a tracker in it. If I get my watch working again, I'll know exactly where he is." Caine held Pomni's face. "You go search with the others. I will work as fast as I can, I swear to you."

Tears disappeared on Pomni's rain soaked skin. "What if...."

"No ifs. We WILL find our son. He'll be back safe before you know it." He has to tell himself that as much as her. He couldn't ignore the familiar feeling of guilt stabbing at the back of his mind. "He'll be fine. He's the son of the strongest woman I know." He kissed her forehead and sat himself down to rush the repairs on his watch.

Pomni disappeared from the workshop and came back outside to coordinate the others.

~

Cade shivered and whimpered in the cold crate. I barely protected him from the wind and cold rain dripped in between the boards. A sound made him go still as a statue. Footsteps. Someone was here!

He scrambled out of his hiding spot. "Hey! Help! Please! I need help!" He shouted into the wind to the unseen figure.

Red eyes glared back at him from the dark. A low growl could barely be heard through the rain.

"Um...please? I- I don't know where I am. Can you help me?" Cade nervously backed up.

A bright flash of lightning revealed a large, rusted wolf-like creature. It was much bigger than Cade, and approaching with a jerking limp.

Cade gasped. "What-!? You're not-" Even his underdeveloped instincts knew he was in danger. This thing was a threat and it wanted to hurt him. He ran.

The seeker marionette pursued, snarling and snapping at it's new puppet prey.

A building was struck by lightning and rubble rained from above. Cade made a sharp turn inside a ruin.

The seeker slid in the mud as it tried to make the turn, clawing at the ground. It followed inside and pounced, teeth and claws bared.

Cade quickly crawled through a hole in the wall to put a barrier between him and the seeker. The bell collar around his neck was snagged by a claw and he felt the seeker trying to drag him back out of the hole. "No! NO!!"

The seeker tugged and the collar snapped. Cade scrambled away as fast as he could, escaping with only a few light scratches on his back. The seeker snapped and clawed at the hole, trying desperately to get at its prey.

Cade was cornered. There were no other ways out of the ruined room he was in. All he could do was curl up as far from the creature as possible and scream. "PLEASE!! SOMEBODY HELP ME!!"

The seeker made progress through the hole. One front leg all the way through. It snarled wildly, eyes locked on target.

Then there was shouting. Crashing sounds. The seeker was dragged backwards through the hole. Howling and wailing and sounds of tearing metal mixed with the raging thunder outside.

Silence.

A yellow eye peeks through the hole. "Hey...you alright?" An unfamiliar voice asks.

Cade was still shaking from the chase. "....who are you?"

"A friend. You seem awfully small to be out here by yourself. My mates and I were heading into the occupation for the night. You should come with us."

"Hey, I wanna see the tiny puppet!" Another voice said and an orange eye pushed the yellow one aside. "Aw...it's just a little tuckah. Good thing we heard you! You could have been hurt!"

"Lemme see!" Yet another new voice came through and a purple eye squeezed in next to the orange one. "Hey there! You're safe now! You can come on out. It's absolutely bucketing down outside, but we have a spare coat!"

"That's enough. Don't crowd the tike." The yellow voice shoved the others away. "I know you're scared. We can take you somewhere safe."

Cade didn't see what other option he had. He slowly exited his hiding place and looked up at the three tall, gator automaton puppets. They were dressed in adventuring gear, wearing heavy trench coats to protect themselves from the rain. They were super scary looking, especially with the remains of the seeker all over the place.

The yellow-eyed gator with a wide brimmed hat kneeled down in front of Cade, holding out a cloak that seemed much too big. "This'll help."

Cade let the gator wrap him in the cloak and pick him up. He felt warmer, his shivering lessened.

"Aw, boss. He's adorable." Coo'ed the orange eyed one. "Can we keep him?"

"It's not a pet, ya mick. What's your name?"

"C-c-cad-d-de..." His teeth chattered.

"Nice to meet you, Cade. I'm Mogu. These dunderheads are Chad and Max. Come on, let's get somewhere warm." Mogu made sure the hood was down over Cade as they ducked out into the rain, making their way towards the occupation on the other end of the city.

~

Pomni was tearing the city apart looking for her son. None could keep up with her. She zipped from street corner to street corner, eventually leaving the occupation to search the deserted streets. Tears still streamed from her eyes, but she was laser focused. She will cut down all who dare get in her way.

~

Caine clicked together the watch casing and waited for it to power on. "Come on....come on...." He prayed it worked this time.

The watch came to life and he immediately checked tracker positions. He could see everyone gradually moving through the city. Pomni's dot moved the fastest, almost too fast for the tracker to send back accurate information.

Then there was one lone dot on the far end of the city, in an area he knew was dilapidated and dangerous. He grabbed his cane and blinked immediately.

"CADE!?" He found himself in a collapsed ruin. The ground was covered in mechanical parts. He spotted the bell amongst the scrap and picked it up. "No..." His fist closed around the bell and looked to the mostly destroyed seeker crumpled in the corner. He roared with fury, stabbing the marionette's corpse with his cane. A huge bolt of bright blue lightning shot up through the roof and into the sky.

Pomni spotted the unnatural lightning and zipped to it. "Caine!? Caine!!" She found him standing over the dead seeker, breathing heavily and clutching something to his chest. "Caine! What happened!? Did you find him??"

He silently showed the bell to Pomni.

She looked from it to the seeker, to the mess. "No, that can't be- he could've escaped! He....no....NO! I REFUSE TO BELIEVE HE'S DEAD UNTIL I SEE IT FOR MYSELF!!" She searched for any evidence of where he could be. The rain was a bit lighter now, giving her time to spot footprints in the mud.

She saw a few small ones entering where they were, along with claw marks from the seeker. But there were also three sets of very large prints. She walked up the street and saw the three sets of prints walking away back to the occupation. "Caine! Someone has him!"

Caine pulled himself together as best he could, but for the first time in a very long time... he wanted a drink. This was all his fault. His son was facing mortal peril because of him. He joined Pomni outside and followed her as she tracked the prints.

~

Mogu and his crew entered a quiet tavern. Hardly anyone was milling about at this hour. The bartender nodded to Mogu. "Long time no see, how's the adventuring life?"

"Can't complain. Do you have anything warm without alcohol in it? I've got a stowaway that needs thawing out."

"I got some tea blends." The bartender put a kettle on and prepped some tea.

"Thanks, mate." Mogu sat at a table by the fireplace and checked on Cade. He was fast asleep.

"Poor little guy." Chad said as he sat next to Mogu.

"All tuckered out?" Max asked as he sat on Mogu's other side.

"Yeah...poor guy has had quite the day. And who knows what happened to him before the seeker found him. Hey... Now that I'm really looking at him, does he look familiar to either of you?"

"Oh, you mean the teeth?" Max asked.

"Yeah.... We've only met one other person who has a face like that. Can't be a coincidence." Mogu pondered.

The bartender came over and served the hot tea. He did a double take when he saw Cade. "You found him! Oh my god, his parents are going mad looking for him!"

"Who are his parents?" Asked Chad.

The door to the tavern slammed open, breaking against the wall. Lightning flashed, silhouetting Pomni and Caine against the storm. "Nobody fucking move." Pomni growled through her teeth. Her eyes scanned the room and landed on the bundle in Mogu's arms. "YOU!?" She lunged faster than anyone could react, grabbed Mogu by the throat and snatched the bundle.

Caine electrified the floor, zapping only Chad and Max, stunning them to the ground. He looked at the bundle whilst Pomni held Mogu in place. He gasped with overwhelming relief. "Cade!!" Caine forgot about everything else and hugged Cade as he stirred awake.

"Dad..?"

Pomni's grip on Mogu tightened. "Why do you have my son?"

Mogu felt his windpipe crushing, he could barely answer. "Pomni! There was a seeker! We saved him! We were trying to- ack! Return him somewhere! We didn't know he was yours!"

Caine put his hand on Pomni's arm. "Let him go... It's been a long night for everyone, we don't need to tear apart our friends too."

Mogu gasped when Pomni released him. He coughed and felt the gripping dents in his neck. The Harlequin may be short, but she was strong. "Congratulations...by the way. I would have brought gifts." He chuckled hoarsely.

Chad and Max groaned in agreement.

Caine and Pomni huddle around Cade, unwrapping him from the cloak and checking him all over. Pomni wanted to go back and reduce what was left of the seeker to dust when she saw the claw marks on her son's back. They weren't too deep, but they would likely leave some semblance of scars until he changed bodies later in life.

Seeing that he was, in fact, okay, Caine and Pomni both hugged him. Some tears were shed.

"Mom! Dad!" Cade snuggled to both of his parents. "I'm sorry! I-...I thought-"

Pomni shushed him. "It's okay. You're safe now... But don't you ever do that again." She smiled through a sob.

"I'm the one that should be saying sorry, champ. I shouldn't have shouted... I shouldn't have said what I said. I'm sorry I hurt you. I'm sorry you felt the only option was to leave." Caine cried.

"We never want you to leave." Pomni added.

"You're our son and we love you."

"I love you too, dad. I love you, mom." Cade cried too.

Everyone was crying. This was the most beautiful thing Mogu and his crew had ever seen. Even the bartender wiped a stray tear away.

[furiousgoldfish]

abusive parents when they make a gross negligent error that damages the child permanently: *angrily* well I meant well! Nobody can judge me because my intentions were good! If you make me feel bad for this you're a heartless monster, think of all of the things I did for you! I was doing my best!!

abusive parents when a kid makes a well-meaning mistake that doesn't do any real damage: demon! horrid despicable scum of the earth, you are monstrous, I know you did that on purpose to make me miserable, you enjoy my misery! Everything in the world is your fault and you need to be put into order! There is no punishment enough for what you did, you little scoundrel, you monster, just wait until you see what happens to you, you're going to regret the day you were born!

[cubbihue]

Chimmy! Mr Turner, sir, your tie is loose. It’s always a bit loose. Hm. Not very professional…

Haha, oh Timmy! Always so sloppy!!! It’s a good thing his parents are there to help shape him up again! What a shame that he’s moving away from them. Who’ll keep Timmy Turner in line now??

Ah, well. I'm sure someone else will fill in that role. We can't let our changeling go about without supervision after all!

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[whump-queen]

whumper using victim blaming dialogue as a humiliation tactic—

“well I wouldn’t have done it if you didn’t make it so fucking easy.”

“if you weren’t so pretty when you begged and cried.”

“if you didn’t take abuse so well.”

“I just hit you and you whine like that— I mean, what am I supposed to think?”

“you know you deserve this.”

“go on, tell me you deserve it.”

“I want to hear you say it.”

and who knows— eventually, whumpee might start to believe they’re right

.

[shoutout to @unorganisedalienrubbish for coming up with like half of these]

[celestialcher]

i can fix him <3

[spop-romanticizes-abuse]

oh, and did i mention attempted murder?

as you can tell, i'm gonna be using this meme format a lot

[wolftails-funkin-arts]

(TW: Depictions of a physical and verbally abusive relationship)

What if I say that I see them as exes-

This was before the horror mode happened, btw

[fallen-shamans-spirit]

"KRINTBIKT WIHR."

Yorgrim knows that voice. He knows the way it growls with the deepest, most shameful distain as it addresses him. The deep, gravelly tone of a man with nothing left to give the world but hate and disappointment. Because he had the disgraceful duty of raising the worst shaman this clan had seen in millenia.

Yorgrim doesn't breathe. He can't.

"Look at me when I speak to you, mancub."

He does as told.

"You are probably the luckiest man in the fucking universe, seeing as I can't touch your pathetic body. I should have killed you when I had the chance. You should have never survived your Drytkryan'nikdir, worthless ziket'dam."

Icy claws of spectral energy scrape at his front, dead hands trying to make purchase on living flesh.

Yorgrim can't move. He can't speak. He can't breathe. He's dreaming, he has to be. This has to be a dream. He feels around blindly, eyes still locked on the spirit in front of him, until his hand makes a vice grip on Briggsy's arm.

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