#tw violent bullying

[come-down-that-tree]

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/!\ violence warning! I'm not kidding there, it is unfair, it is one-sided, no big graphics or gore but still, violence.

Come Down That Tree! (An aftermare story)

Chapter 21:ومرة أخرى يتم دفعك على الأرض..

Nightmare dashed down the hill, trying his best to not trip in his haste (task that was certainly not aided by the fact he lost that shoe).

And that must be the silliest, clumsiest, stupidest little mistake he ever made.

How did he even manage that?

A laugh that sounded slightly too high and strained bubbled out of him as he ran (and stumbled) eyes strained on the ground, searching.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

The guardian almost ran straight into the first house’s wall, not noticing he had reached the settlement already. 

He zoomed through the streets, hopping over empty crates abandoned after the market ended. The place was almost quiet, most of the people already back home, eating and preparing for the falling night. The orange rays danced on the stone paths, breached by his moving silhouette.

No boot yet.

Nightmare slowed down once the place came to view and stopped to watch the fountain’s water for a moment. 

The light hitting the water made it shine and the droplets displayed tiny rainbows, barely noticeable to distracted eyes. And while the show was lovely and he couldn’t help but be tempted to take a break and sit there…, he still needed to complete his current shameful quest.

Would Geno enjoy the sight?

Putting the thought away, Nightmare continued his search, this time at a less hurried pace.

Walking with only one shoe was a bit strange. His right foot’s bones clinked on the stone while the sole of his leftover shoe made a thump noise.

Click-thump-click-thump.

Orange rays were starting to thin out and shadows grew everywhere, a faraway child’s laugh resonated one last time but the silence truly seized the place.

People had the habit of retreating early on market day, putting on bigger dinners than usual with earthy food and in the company of neighbors and friends. The only one out at this hour on such days were originals, lonely souls and lost drunks. Some wandered until the morning, barely acknowledging the rare passerby, melted into their own worlds.

Nightmare reached the stand where he bought the ring, while it had been cleared of all items, the table still stood there, looking out of place. And right next to it, a very familiar shoe with a paper half-buried in.

The paper was unfolded by curious fingers, his eyelights swinging left to right, reading the words etched on it:

“You forgot something, smitten bozo.”

Uh. Smitten… Bozo…? Was it him that paper referred to? Why would someone call him smitten? Wasn’t that reserved to describe doofus in love or something?

A little voice, very annoying, whispered he very much knew what that paper was referring to but he shut it down.

It was NOT like that, thank you very much.

Audibly grumbling and feeling the air warming up a few degrees, Nightmare put his boot back where it belonged (on his foot) and prepared to walk the way home.

Perhaps if he hurried enough, he would still be able to see some of the sunset over the hill.

That plan was thwarted down rather quickly when while trudging along the main street something made pain explode behind his head and his world dipped into shadows.

There was a fourth kind of person that could be out at this hour on such a day… ill-intention bandits…

Nightmare vaguely remembered his body being dragged on the ground for a while, pebbles scraping his bones and getting stuck between his joints, his mind swimming in and out.

Until cold water was dumped on his head and his focus came back with a startled cry.

The alley was so dark, the night having come at one point during the ordeal. The only source of light was dancing around the fingers of a thin, almost skeletal, hare monster. It was yet another purple hare and he was starting to wonder if that family had a special feud against him in particular. 

A group of five was cackling and pointing at him, still tucked against a wall, running his hand against the back of his head, feeling thin cracks under his phalanges. It hurted…

He sat there and took a moment to calm down, avoiding even glancing towards his current problem.

He was going to get beaten up, again.

“What were you doing in our town, demon?”

A woman, built like a mountain, spit at his feet.

Nightmare kept his eyes on the ground, trying to reign in the wetness starting to spread on his cheeks.

A hand harshly grabbed on his head and made him look up into big brown eyes he would have called beautiful if not for the blazing hate swimming inside.

“Where’s your manners, crybaby, don’t you know you should look when someone’s talking to you? I guess trees aren’t very good teachers, uh?”

A row of laughter erupted all around as he pushed down the indignation deep deep down. Do not show your weaknesses now.

The hand disappeared and he rubbed at his aching jaw.

Nightmare made the mistake of looking up and the pure well of fury and disgust in the group’s eyes told him something: it was going to end badly and, this time, those weren’t the usual little bullies looking for entertainment before leaving him ragged but alive, those were the eyes of killers…

Shaking, he watched the hare, which seemed to be the leader of the band, crouching in front of him, cocking their head and grinning with all their teeth.

“Tell me, your mad freak isn't here, is he? That guy did a number on both my cousins and I wasn’t looking forward to shaking hands!”

“He’s not a freak,” whispered Nightmare.

“Oh, look at who got a tongue, mind talking louder? My friend Barnie,” the hare pointed to an old man leaning on a wall, “he doesn’t hear quite well anymore you see?”

A boot found its way in his ribs not even a second later sending him splaying on the ground in a grunt.

“Didn’t you hear my man, speak.”

A panda monster he could only describe as average glared at him fiercely and he almost returned it before thinking about it again.

That rib was bruised at worst but it was still painful. Putting a hand against the ground, Nightmare pushed himself up and leaned against the well.

“I said, he’s not a freak.”

Silence. For a single precious instant. Before the panda frowned, the hare chuckled, the mountain guffawed and the old man rolled his eyes.

Only the last member of this joyful company kept their expression blank, a small person, maybe the youngest of the troup, covered in so many layers of clothes he couldn’t even guess what they were easily.

They tipped their head, eyes gleaming with a dangerous light and declared with a soft but deep voice:

“I hope you don’t mind if we don’t believe anything you could utter, prince of darkness.”

“Yeah, “guardian of negativity” or whatever, you’re just useless anyway.”

“We don’t need negativity.”

“Dream is far enough useful for two.”

Nightmare stopped following who was saying what, his alarm bells were all ringing high and lough and his knees felt so weak he had to focus all his will on them to not buckle under his own weight.

His own energy thrummed under his bones and scalding warmth traveled through his limbs.

“Hey, we could teach the incarnation of bad what’s a real nightmare? I bet we’ll be hailed heroes for that, not like ‘nybody would miss this thing.”

He was going to die. Just, die. In that alleyway, miserable and useless.

Arms reached for him, everywhere.

No escape roads.

He felt something wet and hot running along his hands and on instinct, the guardian slashed into the air. 

Startled cries of pain, a few arms backed away.

“WHAT ARE YOU ABOMINATION, A FUCKING SQUID? UGH IT BURNS”

To his immense surprise, it seemed that he did not imagine his boiling energy leaking out and that wide arm gesture had sprayed some on the others who did not enjoy the experience much. The purple magic was so concentrated it was almost black and he doubted it would be easy to remove that from clothes and fur…

His fusing thoughts were stopped by the mountain woman pinning him against the wall with all her weight and he squeezed his eyes shut at the sudden discharge of pain running through his whole rib cage.

“Hold him on the ground for me, Caramila.”

He didn’t have his word to say on the matter and soon his pinned-against-the-wall situation turned into a pinned-against-the-ground situation. Not much better.

He felt like he should be panicking right now. But his mind felt strangely calm and blank, his attackers movements seemed slow and far.

A boot hit the top of his humerus with the sickening crack.

Nightmare howled.

End of chapter 21... Go to chapter 22?

@dragon-tamer-1 @shinechermont

Geno!Sans belongs to @/loverofpiggies Nightmare, Dream and dreamtale belong to @/jokublog

[mod-strap]

Rant time!

Warnings: weight, fat shaming (kinda), underweight, bullying ig?, oral retainers ig, thoughts of murder, violent thoughts, thinking of hurting others

looooove when my LITTLE sister decides it's a good idea to poke at literally every imperfection

Mimicking my lisp because I have metal retainers in as if her teeth don't look like shit (mine used to look worse but I have straight teeth now)

Getting on my case for having low grades when I have trouble remembering to pass things in due to a weird system

Badgering me for my messy room when I don't have the motivation nor energy to clean it because I'm tired after school

Shoving it in my face that I'm short when she knows I want to be taller than I am (she's taller)

Teasing me about looking fat all the time when in reality, I'm a perfectly healthy weight for my age, and my height (she looks like she doesn't eat and is very clearly underweight)

Telling me I look like shit and have poor taste in clothing when what I do is dress comfortably and put my hair up to keep it out of my face and off the back of my neck

Saying I'm stupid for not getting references and memes about things I haven't seen

Pestering me about not being able to see something when only her RED led lights are on when the walls are painted a DARK BLUE and the bunk bed frame is DARK BROWN (I couldn't find a cord she was trying to give me, the cord is black and it was in the shadows)

So anyways, I regret asking for her

Update from the next day, she's calling me slow again and making fun of my 'low intelligence'

I fucking hate her I'm having the stabby thoughts and I wish it was legal to kill her but it's not but I want to rip her fucking eyes out but jail and death row would suck

[bakugosbratx]

Hi!! I hope this topic request is okay, but can i ask for rengoku/sanemi/tengen x gn reader comforting/protecting them after they've been bullied by their "friends"? if u cant do all three, any is fine. Thank u so much dear!

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ 𝙆𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙟𝙪𝙧𝙤 𝙍𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙤𝙠𝙪 ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

• Kyoujuro doesn’t show it, but he is livid. No matter your status, you mean a lot to him and the fact anyone ever dares to be mean to you is not okay. Especially if they pretended to be your friend?

• As you whimper in his strong arms, his calming scent filling your nostrils, you don’t even notice his eyes go dark.

• “Y/N, why don’t you go get cleaned up? I’ll handle your friends.” He stated, calmly, but the glare he delivered to your peers sent chills dancing down their spines.

• Nodding, you go to the restroom to clean up. Now, Kyoujuro’s evil side can come out and play.

• From there, Kyoujuro goes up to the group who was just laughing about whatever. Towering over the main one, he picked them up by the collar of their shirt and turn them around to face them.

• When the person weakly nods, his grip tightens. “Pathetic. How dare you claim to be their friend?” Kyoujuro tsks. “If you ever dare make Y/N cry again, I promise it will not end well for you. Understand me?”

• When the person weakly nods, his grip tightens. “Pathetic. How dare you claim to be their friend?” Kyoujuro tsks. “If you ever dare make Y/N cry again, I promise it will not end well for you. Understand me?”

• Fear dancing in the person irises as well as the crowd, they agreed. Dropping them to their feet, Kyoujuro goes back to attending to you with cuddles and preferred activities. Those “friends” will never mess with you again.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚𝙎𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙢𝙞 𝙎𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙯𝙪𝙜𝙖𝙬𝙖⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

• Sanemi is beyond livid.

• Sanemi is a loose canon on a good day, but anger him and it’s even worse.

• If there is one thing Sanemi don’t play about it’s you, so when he witnesses you crying, he is immediately ready to kick somebody’s ass.

• “Sanemi, it’s nothing.” You state with a shaky smile, not wanting to get anyone hurt.

• “Y/N, I’m giving you one last chance to tell me who the hell did this to you or I’ll find out myself.” He warns, attempting to be somewhat calm for you, but nothing can hide the venom that leaked through his gritted teeth.

• Knowing this is a losing battle, you give up the names of the people who were disrespecting you.

• I am going to be honest, Sanemi will just find them and beat their ass. Whether you told him or not. So, “you will not have to worry about them assholes again,” as Sanemi puts it. And he is sure to help you forget by doing something you would want to do — even if he doesn’t want to do it. He’ll do anything to see you smile.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ 𝙏𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙣 𝙐𝙯𝙪𝙞 ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

• Tengen ain’t the one.

• He’ll either comfort you by fucking your brains out if y’all are like that, but if not, he’ll cuddle you and watch a movie.

• Tengen isn’t going to react right away. He will definitely be more calculated, waiting a few days and catching them off guard.

• All you know is these “friends” don’t even bother to mess with you again because Tengen threatened their lives.

• “You even come near Y/N again, I promise you will regret it.” He growls, sending chills down their spines.

• He may even scruff them up a bit to show how serious he truly is.

Tags: @minxsane @nymphoheretic @ovarysnake23 @awilddreamerreads

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[nightly-ruse]

I have never genuinely wanted to kill myself but honestly the more fucked up Florida gets and the actual danger I could be in is making me feel suicidal. I don’t even know what the fuck I’m supposed to do about it especially as I’m going back to school

[bitchapalooza]

Isn’t it canon that Russia is abused by her bosses? Like she’s forced to do all this shit or she’ll be punished? Anyway, Russia went from being the victim to the abuser and ngl I’d love to read a whole character analysis for why this is possible but I don’t know psychology enough to write it

[fowlblue]

△ any of Them: if someone wanted to get to you, like really, truly make you give in, with emotional/ psychological torture, how would they do it?

Valentine:

“Well, aren’t you just a little ray of sunshine? Hmph… If I must. There’s not many ways one could get to me emotionally, I’m proud to say- my loved ones are anonymous and well-protected, and being myself in the public eye throughout the years has given me very thick skin, so good luck! That being said, I have some particular secrets I’d rather not have see the light of day, and if one could get their hands on them, it would unfortunately be a source of convincing blackmail… unfortunate for them, of course- I’d have them shot for it. Worse, actually, if I could manage it… I’ll give this one a 7/10, simply because it’s quite the question to be asked- are you trying to give my enemies intel? I’ll warn you once, it won’t go well for you if you do.”

Tim:

“Oh… joy. Hmm… emotionally, harming my family or my home is the obvious answer, I’ve lost them enough, I think. Not knowing if they’re alive or dead has been a reoccurring hell on my account, though I don’t think they realize it. Psychologically… well, being threatened with harm is almost as bad as the harm itself, isn’t it? The Mafiya used to light matches in my face, back then, and it was horrible… they couldn’t afford to harm me without Britva’s permission, but I didn’t know that at the time and I’ll never forget that sense of helplessness, or the memory of my own skin burning away resurfacing each time. Cold, hunger and loneliness I could tolerate well enough, in the state I was in- but something about those little matches would break through the fog I found myself in and awaken some animal terror in me… I-I’d like to stop talking about it. 9/10.”

Jon:

“Well, fuck. Uhh… shit, gimme a second. This isn’t gonna be used against me, right? You sure?… Fine. Psychologically- I mean, you can threaten me all you like, but at some point I’m gonna stop caring, probably. I get bored easily, so I don’t think I’d like being locked up somewhere much. It’d make me doubt my head a bit, seeing the same thing non-stop. Emotionally, if you wanna get to me… I mean, I don’t like people talking about how I look. I really don’t. Lotta people make jokes about the whole ‘skinny’ thing- it’s a miracle I haven’t slapped more of them, those fuckin’ assholes… I don’t like being told that I’m a horrible bastard who’d do the world a favor if he kicked the bucket. I know I’m a horrible bastard, I know I’m a shitty guy, but I’m tired of hearing I deserve to be dead… I know that already. What’s the other thing? Oh, yeah- 8/10.”

Butler:

“I shouldn’t answer this… but it doesn’t seem that I have much of a choice. Physically, there is very little someone could do to torture me and break me- psychologically, I would consider it to be the same. I was trained for years to avoid caving beneath the most horrible of circumstances, firsthand. I won’t lie- I’ve had to torture people myself, before the life of a bodyguard. But when it comes to emotionally… someone finding Juliet and harming her because of me, or, heaven forbid, killing her… I don’t think there’s any words for what that would do to me. Artemis is the same, really, but I’m ashamed to say there’s a little part of me that’s started to grow numb to his ‘deaths’. Isn’t that horrible, to hear from his own bodyguard? To suffer that kind of pain from the loss of my sister- I don’t think I could stand it…. 8/10.”

[cornedbread]

Real Alex Suffering…pt.1

Paranoia and Trauma, with a slight helping hand

[autisticflapper]

Unpopular opinion

Some bully victims will have violent thoughts against their bullies, and that is a completely normal response to an abnormal situation. While it is never justified to act on those thoughts, they deserve a safe place to express their angry feelings without the fear of getting expelled from school, on the assumption that they are a shooter waiting to happen. That will only cause their thoughts to further bottle up and make them more likely to act on them.

[master-dellamorte]

I hate my brother so fucking much and I hate him even more after every single thing I do to help him.

[irlwolfdog]

tw for violent animalistic urges bc of fear, school shooting threat (it didn’t happen thankfully, was jst a prank or smth ig), swearing, fairly heavy venting

I feel like no one talks abt (or at least I haven’t see it) how much fear can bring out the more violent instincts ig?? I don’t remember the exact word im sorry ;-; but like I was fucking scared at school all day bc we had a shooting threat (didn’t happen fortunately) and I was literally getting these urges to jst tear into smth?? Like I was thinking abt what I’d do if someone walked in with a gun or smth and my main thing was just basically maul them (not gonna go into detail bc tbh they were kinda gruesome) which was scary but yeah so that happened today

Also I’d like to preface that like this isn’t normal for me. I don’t usually get urges like this, but things like this ig can bring out that side of me which was very distressing. Don’t wanna actually harm people, just scared af and venting abt it

[xianhuashi-second-blog]

Back to back vents? Who would have thought. (This is my last vent, I am sorry but posting two vents in a row, I just really need a second opinion.

Tw for sui, grief, bully, possible ptsd mentions, violen thoughts, etc. (everything here is spelled incorrectly to avoid take down by tumblr)

Why do people use my brother’s sui against me? Like fuck, I get it, he jumped off a bridge. Can you please just, not, use it against me whenever I get annoyed? I am sorry I don’t find sui jokes funny anymore, they’re insensitive at BEST, targeted at worst sometimes. It’s not fucking funny to make jokes like that. Or say shit like “hey Jin, where’s your brother?” Fuck off, it’s been about a year now and you still think it’s funny? I hope they get hit by a bus.

I haven’t talked to my group chat because they keep making stupid sui jokes.

Every time I hear a joke like that I remember my first night without him, and being alone, no one to talk to. I remember not being able to go into his room. I remember my eyes hurting, and crying more than I ever did. I remember finally getting the courage to go into his room and finding a note. I still haven’t read that note, almost a year later. I don’t want to read it, honestly, but I still want to know what’s on it. I remember not eating for a while, and the way my stomach hurt. How do I tell them to stop making jokes like that? To stop bringing him up negatively? I don’t want to remember him as a sui victim, I want to remember him as my father, a fighter, a brother, a friend; my best friend. I am tired of it. Why can’t they just say “remember when he fell asleep on the toilet?” “Remember when he gave you a build a bear Pokémon?” “Remember how his hugs felt?” “Remember his humor and how he annoyed you all the time?” “Remember the stupid clothes he wore every day?”

I can’t imagine how his friends feel. And I can’t imagine what they would say to those stupid kids making fun of him. Why do they do this!? How do I make them stop?

[venting-town]

Also, no, violence ISNT “ always “ the answer..

But SOMETIMES it IS the answer, whether ANYBODY likes that or wants that or not

Example, if a kid is being bullied, MOST times the bully won’t stop bullying you if you just “ ask them nicely “ to stop or “ ignore them “. Even if you tell an adult ( even though a LOT of adults, at least the ones I’ve been around, won’t give a damn OR will just gently reprimand the bully. Some adults will even blame the VICTIM and take the bully’s side!! ), the bully may still choose to bully you

At times like these, it is ABSOLUTELY OKAY to beat the fuck out of the bully.

And no, the victim IS NOT “ JUST AS BAD “ as the bully for defending themselves. When the bully believes that their victim is an easy target, yet gets their reality is shaken violently by said victim, bullies often start rethinking about bullying them. Because they now know they’ll fight back

Not to mention that, if a friend of the victim beats the hell out of bully, that friend is NOT “ bad “. The bully is NOT a “ victim “. They got what they deserved

You DO sometimes have to/NEED to use violence to get the point across

This is reality.

Reality isn’t always “ feel good happy times “.

As I said, violence isn’t always the answer.

But sometimes it IS.

[pokemon-trainer-disaster]

thinking about when i was little (like 6) and my best friends brother and his friends came out with a really hard toy sword and nerf guns and hit us until we were on the ground then shot us over and over point blank and wouldn’t stop until we were crying so hard we started screaming for her parents And mine

[gruesella]

Why are people acting so pressed about the funny monster family show

[get-your-fuckin-star-bitch]

Who tf decided that certain people are just going to go through hell for no fucking reason

Who the HELL decided that some of the NICEST and most friggin AMAZING people should have such SHITTY lives, and grow up under such STUPID circumstances.

What the HELL.

I’m sorry, this is a really random-seeming ventpost, it’s just that a lot of my friends have to deal with SO MUCH BULLSHIT.

WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL.

WHY?????!

Why can’t they just be allowed to feel fucking NICE about themselves for two GODDAMN SECONDS?????

LISTEN.

IF YOU’RE BEING PUNTED AND SLAPPED AND THROWN AROUND BY OTHER PEOPLE

For STUPID reasons

THIS IS A CALLOUT POST TO YOU.

You DESERVE BETTER. I can’t actually DO anything to help, but I am punching those assholes in my mind. /gen /srs

[just-a-queer-fanboy]

Read the tags. Seriously, read the tags. If you continue, I warned you.

"He was bullied and a loner, that's why he did this!!!!"

I was bullied. The long term effects of it have left me living in fear, with crippling social anxiety, depression, and even an eating disorder. Every day I'm always scared that it'll start happening again, since now I'm out about being trans.

I've wanted to die, to run away, to hurt myself, to hurt other people who accidentally triggered me without knowing, hell, I've wanted to take my bullies to funky town (if you get the reference I'm sorry you had to see that).

Never once have i ever genuinely wanted to shoot up my school.

Bullying did not turn me into a murderer.

Bullying turned me into a shell of a human being who hides away in fear of it happening again.

Bullying did not turn me into a murderer.