#tw: mentions of abuse and emotional manipulation

[morelikesignificantannoyance]

i think that raine, eda, and king being the people to end belos was the best choice dana could've made.

of course seeing titan!luz stomp the shit outta him would be badass, but we have to remember that luz was 14-15 and already dealing with a shit ton of trauma. by this point she had faced belos multiple times, watched her friends almost die because of him, and went into his literal mind. his death, as satisfying as it would be, would only haunt her, especially with the manipulation shit he tried to pull on her at the end.

it's similar, if even not more serious with hunter, who has been physically and emotionally abused by this man since he was a child. he is still basically a child. he has been controlled and made to believe that belos was the best guy ever, a martyr, and him being away from belos in the human realm was when we saw him at his happiest. similar to luz, watching his abuser die would only be traumatic for him, if not leading to another mental breakdown. we already saw how belos spouted his bullshit to luz, he would definitely do the same to hunter, if in a different way.

it would not be the satisfying ending we got, but horrifying to both of these kids.

[didderd]

lil doodle dump of Nimh, my sona as a dust. (the bottom two doodles are before and after he's allowed comfort.)

they have some lore. not just your typical dust. long lore ramble under cut. (tw: murder. death. manipulation. abuse.)

i figured Gooper would take a lot to become like dust sans, and so they needed a more fucked up backstory.

so normal Gooper. who is from a Fell au. lost their parents at a young age. their parents were taken by the au's Gaster. as shapeshifters, they have a unique set of abilities, and Gaster found interest in that. and as the mad scientist that he is, took them to conduct experiments, hoping to use them for something. but they didn't survive the experiments.

in this timeline/au, some time after, Gooper was found and taken too. they survived the initial experiments, and after Gaster figured he couldn't do what he wanted/he already got that, he decided to continue to make use of them and make them a weapon, making them a royal guard's person.

Gaster made him keep a skeleton form for his neutral form. his excuse being that it's easier to explain to others that he's a relative. but really he just wanted that control over his shifting, and for his 'work' to resemble him. and even now that Nimh's not controlled by him, he has a hard time trying to shift to a different neutral form, out of fear of punishment.

instead of being scattered to the void/code, this Gaster became a fell G!Sans. i'm not sure how, since i don't know the lore behind G!Sans.. but. yeah. things only got worse for Nimh after that. and it might'v even been when G decided to turn him into a weapon.

they still have the glowing crystal necklace that Gooper wears, which i decided was infused with their parents' magic. but. G broke it. and it lost the magic. it doesn't glow anymore, and they don't wear it. but they keep it close. they also have a scrap of paper with their parents' names on it. ripped carefully from paper records of their parents' experiments. in case they forget.

so when the human came around, Nimh was put on the task of dealing with them. their memory of each reset slowly got better, from deja vu, to remembering everything. and as they started to remember every failure at killing them, and every painful death by the hands of the homicidal child, they started to lose it... more than they already had. G would'v already been feeding him LV, handing him monsters he has to kill to get stronger, and they started taking more outside of that till they were killing everyone. including G. once they realized that's an option and how to do it. which they found great satisfaction in every time. for all the things he put them through.

eventually, like dust sans, the human gives up, and Nimh is left in an empty underground.

but dw. he is eventually picked up by a goopy demigod and allowed a chance to heal. :3

[hannahbarberra162]

Can't Fix Fix A Broken Heart Chapter 7

Now on Ao3

18+ MDNI

Chapter 6 Chapter 8 All chapters

TW: dubcon, mentions of past SA (not described), emotional manipulation

Chapter 7 - No Time For Rest  

You spent the remainder of the party excitedly talking with Izou. It was such a wonderful feeling to speak to someone who appreciated what you could create, rather than what your fruit let you do. He was interesting, witty, and had a dry sense of humor  - all qualities that endeared you to him. The two of you bonded over your love of avant garde fashion - though you hadn’t kept up with any trends in several years. You were planning on re-creating his original vision, and were excited to work on it with him. Others tried to change the topic of conversation more than once, but the two of you were undeterred in your conversation about fabrics, thread counts, and textile opacity. Later into the night, Vista came over and draped his large arm over the smaller man’s shoulders. “Sweet, I am going to bed. Care to join? Y/N will be on board tomorrow as well, you can talk to her more then.”  Izou demurred but did decide to go to bed - everyone had work in the morning after all.  

You felt a little bad for monopolizing the Commander’s attention, but it had been so long since you met anyone who shared your passions. Even on your original island there hadn’t been anyone with the same interests. Izou blew you a kiss over his shoulder as he went down to his cabin. You laughed and returned the gesture.

You decided to find some place to sleep for yourself. Though Tate and the other nurses had done nothing wrong, you couldn’t let your guard down enough to sleep around other people. You liked having a wall to your back and always always always needed a source of light and never never never a fully closed door. You walked in the direction of the women’s dorms but took a short detour. If anyone stopped you, you’d just say you were looking for the bathroom. You found a narrow supply closet near the dorms. This was a good enough place until you understood the layout of the ship better. 

No one was in the hall, so you slid open the pocket door, pushed some of the brooms and mops aside, and sat down in the back. You slid the pocket door mostly closed, but still had a beam of moonlight from a window. You curled up into a little ball in the corner, back touching two walls, and rearranged the brooms and mops so they looked undisturbed. You closed your eyes. You couldn’t believe it was just this morning that you found Ace in the bar. Things were changing quickly and you wanted some alone time to think. But rather than thinking, you found yourself drifting off to a fitful sleep.

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The next week or so was hectic, but overall enjoyable. The weather was pleasant, with sunny skies and no storms. You were in high demand all over the ship - mostly to fix things but also because a new sibling was always a source of interest. Everyone wanted to talk about your devil fruit power - something that you didn’t understand because you saw one of the Commanders literally turn himself into diamond. Surely that was better than fixing some floorboards.

Overall, you were impressed at the condition the Moby was in. It was no small feat to keep such a large ship running smoothly. But, of course, there was a lot that needed fixing as well. You did end up fixing Oyaji’s chair, and he inclined his head towards you and thanked you. You blushed so hard you thought you’d never return to a normal color.

It seemed every hour another Commander or Captain would come along and ask you to fix something that they needed. You felt like you were being pulled in multiple directions at every turn because so many people needed so much from you. You had already repaired two of the sails, so very many weapons, the exercise equipment, bunk beds, hammocks, endless mugs, sentimental trinkets, log poses, maps, masts..the list went on and on. And as Ace had mentioned, you did spend a lot of time in crawl spaces fixing leaky or broken pipes. It would have been easier if they hadn’t lost half the schematics to the plumbing system, but you could make due.

All the use of your devil fruit power was making you exhausted and tired to the bone. Even though Thatch had you on a special diet to regain strength, you still weren’t at your best. You needed frequent breaks and naps to recharge yourself, but it never felt like enough. You quickly learned where all the closets and storage areas on the ship were. If you were fixing the pipes, sometimes you’d just fall asleep in the crawlspaces.You just tucked yourself away when you needed a snooze and woke up later with no one the wiser. 

When you weren’t fixing things, you were either working on your project with Izou or washing dishes in the kitchens. With over 1,000 people on board, there were always dishes in the sink that needed scrubbing. It was difficult for you to be idle, so you tried to fill all your time with productive tasks. You didn’t mind pitching in, especially since it allowed you to talk in a quieter environment with some of the crew. You had learned a lot about crew dynamics, culture, and lore that way.

You learned even more from Izou. You enjoyed his company greatly and the two of you became fast friends. You did start designing a new kimono for him based loosely on his design from the last. It was mutually beneficial - he was in seventh heaven working with you, and you got to have a new muse. You enjoyed draping fabrics over him as a live model, and he enjoyed being fawned over by a famous designer. The crew expressed their gratitude to you - Izou’s mood had been buoyant for days.

When not designing, pinning, cutting or sewing, you drank tea together as he told you interesting stories. You learned about the crew, their adventures, Whitebeard, and sometimes himself. He did ask you questions about yourself, which you tried to answer truthfully. You weren’t used to people asking direct questions about your life before your island was attacked or what had happened to you on the seas. You dodged some of the questions that were too personal but did divulge some parts of your past. When you didn’t answer, Izou never pressed you and simply moved the conversation along.

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As time progressed, you weren’t seeing as much of Ace, Marco, or Thatch. They were busy doing their own work and leading their respective divisions. If you were honest with yourself, you were trying to avoid them a little for two very different reasons.

You saw Thatch the most regularly, as he would always come out of the kitchen to give you all your meals personally. He’d sit with you and chat about your day and what you were working on while you slowly ate until you were full. He’d try to get you to eat a few more bites, even when you were sure you were going to pop. He would also find a way to hold your hand or have an arm around you while you ate. Once he even asked if he could feed you on his lap, but you turned bright red at the suggestion alone. 

When you fixed things in the kitchen, he would come up behind you and take ingredients or spices off shelves above you, lightly pressing his front to your back. Or he would “steady you” and hold you upright as he passed through the narrow galley. A few times, when he was behind you, he caged you in with his arms and leaned down to tell you something mundane. You didn’t know what he said with all the blood rushing to your ears from the intimate contact.

It wasn’t just a problem with Thatch, either. It was a growing issue you had with all three of them. They always seemed to want to have a hand on you, get close behind you, or (worst of all) pick you up. You couldn’t count the times that Ace had grabbed you while you were engaged in conversation with someone and hauled you over his shoulder. It always alarmed you and caused you to panic. You tried to talk to him about it a few times, but he would just say that he missed you and that wanted to make sure you were doing OK. He said he was so busy he didn't have time to wait for you to be free. You couldn’t stay mad at his cute face dotted with freckles, could you?

In exchange for being hauled around, he had started showing you how log poses worked after you’d fixed several that his subordinates had broken. He offered to take you out on Striker with him, once you felt comfortable. You wanted to take him up on the offer, since the tiny boat did look fun to ride. 

Marco requested your services more than anyone else. Understandably, he got bumped to the top of the list when he needed you since medical needs were top priority. Sometimes you two worked in tandem, healing lacerations, wounds, and resetting many broken bones. You were happy you got to work expanding your fruit powers, and Marco encouraged you to try increasingly difficult cases. Marco really was an excellent teacher and knowledgeable doctor, you were learning a lot from him. But when he was explaining medical issues to you, he’d often cradle your face in one hand and hold you in place, ensuring you were paying attention to what he was saying. It made you feel uneasy, but the conversations were purely academic or instructional so you didn't say anything.

You were feeling over-touched by them, so you were trying to avoid them, that was clear. But you had another reason you didn't want to see them - you had started to have some romantic feelings for all of them. They were all caring and thoughtful in their own ways. You found them all unbearably attractive - you weren’t immune to their looks and charms. But your growing feelings of sexual  attraction to them stirred mixed and complicated emotions within you.

You hadn’t willingly engaged with anyone romantically in so long that the thought of opening up to new experiences made you want to run and hide. You hadn’t pleasured yourself in years either, due to some…unpleasant experiences you’d had a difficult time getting over. So, even though you felt your sexual desires starting to stir, you didn’t want to confront any of those feelings just yet. 

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Marco POV

Things were progressing well with you, he thought. You were quickly being accepted by the crew, who found you equal parts adorable and helpful. You were a pretty little thing bouncing around the ship, brightening everyone’s day. He already had to break quite a few arms (that you so helpfully fixed) to stop others from touching you. You weren’t some sea slag that anyone could have - you were just for him and his two brothers. They had found you and they would keep you, that was the pirate way. If some crew mates needed help remembering that, he would be happy to oblige. 

You still flinched with unexpected contact, but you’d stopped shying away when you saw him leaning in to capture your face in his hands. You had accepted that he would be holding you when he saw fit - at least in the infirmary. He knew Thatch and Ace were making headway as well, getting you used to them being around you and manhandling you. They could take as long as they needed, the main ship wouldn’t be near any islands for at least another few weeks. Not that you’d be getting off board. 

It was around 3 AM that Marco began his day working in his office. He didn’t need as much sleep as everyone else thanks to the Phoenix, which was beneficial given the amount of work he had. It was time to check you out to see if Thatch’s diet was working and you’d gained weight, he mused. You were looking marginally better, but still worn out. He wanted to get to the bottom of your issues - he really did want you to feel your best. He’d make you come in today to see him, not Tate this time. Lost in thoughts of your upcoming visit, he started to prepare everything the infirmary would need that day. As part of the process, he turned the autoclave’s dial on so he could sterilize the scopes, tools, and needles the staff would be using that day.

Instead of the quiet hum he expected, no sound came out. He opened the machine and tried to determine what the issue was, but there was no obvious solution. This was an actual problem. He didn’t just need the tools for your check up and whatever happened with the crew, he needed some of the supplies for Oyaji, too. He could douse them in Phoenix fire, but he wasn’t sure that would work for sterilization. Looks like you were coming into the infirmary earlier than anticipated. 

He walked to the door of the women’s quarters and knocked softly. He didn’t want to wake up everyone, he just needed you. Tate answered the door sleepily in her robe and waited for him to start talking.

“Hi, sorry to bother you. Can you go get Y/N for me? I need her help to fix the autoclave,” Marco said in a hushed tone.

Tate yawned and replied, “she isn’t here.”

Marco was taken aback and responded “what do you mean? Isn’t this her bunk? Where does she sleep then?” 

“I don’t know, I honestly thought she was sleeping with you,” Tate said with a smug smile. “She’s never slept here. She comes in sometimes to get a change of clothes or grab some of her tools, but no one’s ever seen her sleep in her bunk. Tough luck, Marco.” Tate gave him a sarcastic salute and closed the door.

Marco was fuming. If you were in another man’s bed, there would be bloodshed before the sunrise, Marco thought furiously. Where would you be, other than in the women’s dorms? He knew you weren’t sleeping in Thatch’s or Ace’s bed - they would have been crowing for days if you had even stepped foot in one of their rooms. Thatch was still glowing after having been the first to pick you up your first night on the ship. You weren’t sleeping with Izou, Vista wouldn’t have liked sharing any of his private time with his husband. There were no secrets on the ship - no one had claimed to be sleeping with you, he would have heard about it. So where were you?

Marco started searching the ship for you, but kept coming up empty. Marco cringed as he realized he would have to do a dreaded task - waking the Yuda. He would be the only one with enough gathered information to find you, so it was an unfortunate necessity. With that, he knocked on the door to Vista and Izou’s room.

Almost instantly Vista cracked open the door and glared at Marco. For such a large man, Vista could be quick when he needed to be. “What on earth are you doing?” Vista whisper-yelled at Marco. “Do you want to get us all killed?”

Marco grimaced and said “I need to talk to Izou.”

“At this time of the night? No. Leave immediately. If you wake him now he’ll be angry for at least 12 hours, if not longer. And an angry Izou is the most dangerous Izou.”

“I can’t find Y/N, and he’s the only one who can help me. I really need to find her.”

“This is on you, Marco. I won’t take responsibility if he shoots you.” Vista tiptoed back into the room and started quietly speaking to Izou in pleading tones. Marco heard rustling as Vista continued to talk to his husband. The Yuda had stirred.

Izou appeared at the door. If looks could kill, Marco would be dead, Phoenix or not. 

“Speak.”

“I can’t find Y/N. I need her to fix the autoclave for Oyaji’s medical treatment. She’s not in the women’s quarters. I’ve searched the ship but need your help finding her.” Marco hoped adding in the bit about Oyaji would temper Izou’s attitude. 

Izou glared at Marco at length. “Of course she’s not in the women’s quarters, you twit. She doesn’t sleep there.”

“Please, where does she sleep?”

Izou snorted and said derisively “You really don’t know? Fine, I’ll tell you, but only for Oyaji and Y/N’s sake. Y/N keeps erratic sleep patterns. She does not have a set sleeping schedule. She sleeps in short bursts, usually ranging from 45 minutes to 3 hours. She tires easily from her work and often requires rest. She will then try to find a hiding place to sleep before she passes out. The sleep does not seem to aid her stamina. I have never seen her sleep longer than 5 hours at any one time. She wakes extremely easily and is sensitive to noise. She often awakes with a panicked start, I believe from nightmares. She always sleeps sitting up with her back touching at least one wall. She favors sleeping in closets with pocket doors, her most used being the one closest to the second division bunks on the port side. Do not bother me again.” Izou slammed the door in Marco’s face.

Marco was stunned. The information Izou had shared left him reeling. Marco was mentally kicking himself for not keeping a closer eye on your sleeping habits. You were sleeping in closets? With daily nightmares? You were passing out? When was the last time you had a full night of sleep? Why weren’t you taking breaks from working? Why hadn’t you said anything? No wonder you always looked so tired. He could have helped you! Well, since you couldn’t be trusted to tell them the truth, he’d have to force it out of you. No more hiding the truth.

Marco  angrily stalked to your favorite closet. Before sliding open the door, he took a moment to gain a measure of composure over himself. He needed to be calm, collected, and in control for his plans to work.

Based on what Izou said, you were likely already awake after hearing his footsteps. Listening for a moment, he said in a cold and stern tone “Y/N, come out. I know you’re awake yoi.” A moment later, he heard shuffling of things being moved around in the closet, and the door slid open a little more. You climbed out of the closet jerkily and looked up at Marco with a panicked look. Even though to you he looked furious, inside he was excited for what was shortly to come.

[loveyourlovelysoul]

Reading the kind of messages a guy sent a girl before abusing her and killing her, makes me realize how manipulative he was with her, playing with her kindness, guilt/codependent issues and lack of healthy boundaries. She wanted their story to be over while he couldn't accept it.

It also throws me back to a guy I met once and that showed slightly similar manipulative behaviours with me. I was lucky enough to become aware of that in time and get away, build up a wall and leave him by putting myself first and not letting him control me. It breaks me she couldn't, nor could ask for help or talk about this with others who could have helped the guy while keeping a distance from him.

Please if you find yourself in a toxic and potentially dangerous situation like this, where someone tries to make you think they may do something bad and only you can save them (or even they try to control your every move and/or have you say/behave in certain ways to make them feel good), talk with someone who can help you and ask for help for this person too by contacting their family/friends. Remember it's not you they need, but to feel the power that comes from the control they have on you and the attention you keep giving them as you feel responsible for them (in reality you're not!! You're only responsible for yourself, you cannot save them from their own demons but you have to save yourself). It could be anyone else. So save yourself first and foremost, and if you can try to save the next person (this habit has no gender anyway) too by talking about this with their closest ones or a school psychologist or anyone really.

Please take care of you.

[wolfprincesszola]

Echoes of 50 Masterlist

Hello everyone! This is a work that's been in the making for a little over 5 months now! I really hope you guys enjoy this, as it is only one of the amazing fics of this year's Big Bang Event hosted at @tss-storytime! As with every big bang event, there's always an artist and I'm so lucky to have worked with @thebestworstidea. The art she did for my story is absolutely phenomenal, so go check her out! ------------ Summary: Logan Sanders had spent his entire life hearing thoughts from everyone around him: strangers, family, friends, and more. He had learned more about people than he ever wanted to hear, but it became very useful when it came to gaining useful information.

His one goal in life? Find out what the government filled to the brim with powerless people has in store for him and the rest of the population with powers and stop it from happening.

Which was why it was even weirder when he had run into the prettiest man he had ever seen who just so happened to have the answers he might have been searching for. Unfortunately for him and for some frustratingly unknown reason, Patton Morris was immune to his telepathy.

The worst part? This cute guy seemed to be completely opposed against the government just as much as he was. Now it was up to him to decide if Patton was telling the truth and if Logan was to trust him in his crazy plans to try and overthrow the government. ------------

Characters: Logan, Patton, Roman, Remus, Janus, Virgil, Thomas, Emilie, Remy, Unsympathetic!Joan, Unsympathetic!Talyn, Unsympathetic!Orange Side, Unsympathetic!Friends_of_Thomas

Pairings: Logan/Patton (Logicality), Background Roman/Virgil (Prinxiety), Background Remus/Janus (Dukeceit), Hidden Remy/Emilie (Remilie)

Word Count: 55,210

Trigger Warnings: Major Character Death, Medical Trauma, Experimentation, Panic Attacks, Emotional Trauma, Abuse, Manipulation, Neglect

Content Warnings: Food, Swearing, Fighting

Art by @thebestworstidea

Read it at archiveofourown (click the underlined)!

<Prologue>

<Chapter 1>

<Chapter 2>

<Chapter 3>

<Chapter 4>

<Chapter 5>

<Chapter 6>

<Chapter 7>

<Chapter 8>

<Chapter 9>

<Chapter 10>

<Chapter 11>

<Chapter 12>

<Epilogue>

[disconnectedkid]

Hurt.

TW FOR WHUMP, HEAVILY IMPLIED SA, HEAVILY IMPLIED RAPE, ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIPS, EMOTIONAL MANIPULATION, MENTAL MANIPULATION, PHYSICAL ABUSE, EMOTIONAL ABUSE, AND OVERALL UNHEALTHY RELATIONSHIPS

there is no explicit sex in this fic/srs

Abel is the worst and Harry goes through it

Everything hurt. 

Harry was crying, quietly, one hand over his speakers, as his chest heaved, taking weak, shaking breaths of air, trying to fight the pain. 

He hoped Abel would think his crying was pretty, and not annoying. He would hate to ruin Abel’s good mood. 

After all, Abel had seemed so happy, and so even if Harry was curled in on his side, bleeding and bruised and still dripping from what Abel had done to him, it was worth it, wasn't it? 

After all, Abel said that he hadn’t been acting right lately. That is why he was doing this, to make him act right. 

To make him act like Scott. 

His chest hurt. 

He heard footsteps and twitched, quickly turning over and attempting to sit up, wincing at the feeling and wiping at the running tears with the base of his hand. 

Abel had exited the bathroom, and was staring down at him, his pajama pants already on, all evidence of his prior activities having been purged from his skin. 

Not as though he would have allowed Harry to leaveany marks in the first place. 

“Hey Scott.”  

Abel’s voice was hoarse and cold, as he stared down at the Harry, still curled up in his bedsheets. 

He was Scott, right. He forgot that sometimes 

He let out a small noise of acknowledgment, shifting to sit as straight up as possible, aware of the tears still dripping down his face as he blearily looked around for his clothes, everything in the room blurring together. 

Abel let out an impatient grunt, grabbing Harry’s arm and roughly jerked him up to kneel on the bed, earning a startled yelp from the smaller man. 

“Here.” 

Something was draped over Harry’s shoulders. It was silky, and too big for him, and a pale lavender and- 

Oh.  

It was Abel’s dress shirt, that had been allowed to hang unbuttoned on Abel until now. 

Harry shifted, stuffing his arms inside the sleeves, letting them hang over his hands, as he buttoned up the front. 

“Th-thank you sir.” he said, bowing his head, and his heart jumped. Abel hated his stupid stutter, especially because he couldn’t get rid of it. Hours of prodding around in Harry's voice box had proven that much.  

His throat hurt. 

He flinched, expecting to be hit, but only received an exasperated sigh in response. 

Abel must be in a better mood than he thought. 

He looked up at Abel. It was always hard to tell what he was feeling. Of course, none of the phones had faces, but Abel didn’t even have a visible dial like the rest of them did, able to spin and click to display emotions. 

Instead, he stared blankly down at Harry, before offering him a hand. Harry stared at it in confusion, before realizing what Abel wanted. 

He took the hand, and unsteadily climbed off of the bed, his feet hitting the hardwood floor gently. 

Abel let go of his hand instantly, dropping it to hang limply at Harrys side as he continued to stare at himcoldly. 

“Your clothes are in the wash. Go get cleaned up and come to bed.” 

Harry simply nodded, not trusting himself to speak again as he headed into the bathroom. 

Once inside, he saw the mirror. With a sigh, helooked into it, prepared to assess the damage. 

Unbuttoning the shirt Abel had given him, he revealed the canvas. Purples, browns, reds, blues, and blacks swirled and blossomed on his skin, painting a picture of everything Abel had done. 

There were bruises everywhere. There usually were, but Abel tended to keep them to easily covered up places. These were everywhere, from his neck, where Abel had choked him, to his wrists, where Abel had pinned him down, to his thighs, where Abel had- 

He cut off that train of thought with a shudder. There wasn’t anything he could do about it right now, and he needed to focus on what Abel had told him to do. 

He looked back in the mirror, noting the dried blood that coated him, specifically his hips, shoulders, and collar bones. 

Everywhere Abel had touched hurt. 

He took a washcloth out of the cabinet, and, with a bit of water, began to gently scrub away the red-brown blood that had been caked into his skin. 

He scrubbed at it until his skin was raw. He wasn't sure why, but looking at the bloody bruises made him feel sick. He kept scrubbing, trying to scrub his skin off, scrub off any remnant of Abels touch. 

Now, looking back in the mirror, he took the washcloth and gently wiped the sweat and tears off of him, especially his phone casing, it would be bad if he rusted.  

Abel wouldn’t like that. 

He gave himself another once over, and, after determining this was all he could do for the night, he buttoned the oversized purple shirt back up, placed the washcloth back in the cabinet, and stepped out into the bedroom. 

Abel was already in bed, propped up by a pillow behind his back and reading a book. Harry took a deep breath, steeling himself as he took slow, nervous steps forward. 

Abel looked up from what he was reading, taking notice of Harrys hesitance, he beckoned him to the bed with a finger. Harry sighed, defeated, andstepped to the edge of the bed, taking a deep breath, before sliding himself in bed next to Abel 

He tried to stay on the edge of the bed. For some reason, the feeling of Abel touching him again made his stomach churn, but despite that, the second he sat down, back pressed against the headboard, Abel slid his arm over Harrys shoulders, pulling him flush to Abels side. 

Harry felt sick. And yet, he still couldn't pin down exactly why. Abel was giving him everything, wasn't he?  

He had given him a place to stay, other than the factory, he made sure Harry stayed in line and did what he was supposed to do, he filled Harry with so much love it was almost painful- 

Did Abel love him?  

He had given Harry a purpose, and in Harrys eyes, that was close enough. 

Abel stroked Harry's arm absently, pressing smugly down on the bruises and scratches he had made. 

His touch hurt. 

“You did well tonight, Scott, good job.” 

That was enough to get Harrys fans whirring. Abel never complimented him, so he must have truly been exceptional tonight. 

He felt his face and skin grow warm from the praise. Why would he ever grow sick of this feeling?  

Especially when Abels skin felt cool on his, and his sheets and shirt were soft and silky. 

“Thank you, again sir. I truly don't deserve you.” he said softly, his voice box crackling slightly from the overuse, but not stuttering, this time. 

Abel let out a wry laugh, and, not dropping his book, his other hand moved to grab the edge of Harrys case. 

“You really don't. You're lucky that your... other abilities outweigh your utter incompetence at being a manager.” 

Harry let out a nervous laugh, the backhanded compliment stinging more than it should have, especially considering it was true. 

His words hurt. 

“of course, sir, I understand.” his voice was quieter now, and shaky. 

Abel let out a satisfied hum, pulling Harry to rest his head on Abels shoulder. Harry nuzzled his face into the comfort of Abels neck, the sharp angles of his phone casing not seeming to bother the other man. 

As the night carried on, and Harrys shaking breaths evened out, exhaustion overtook him, despite how hard he tried to fight it. 

 Abel moved his book to the bedside table, and pressed Harry down to lay flat on the mattress, sliding in next to him, and holding Harry's trembling, warm body against his own, quickly falling asleep. 

When Harry woke up, Abel was gone, as he always was after he did this. Harry thought he didn't like to see the aftermath of what he had done.  

Harry sat back up, wincing as his body protested, sending cold, dull aches through his muscles. 

Everything still hurt. 

He sat there, taking a moment to breathe, before pulling himself out of bed. His clothes were neatly folded on the bedside table, a note lying on top of them. 

The note read: 

“I'm at the factory today, don't forget about your shift at location 14, or else. 

-Abel” 

Harry sighed. It seemed like Abels good mood was gone. He hoped it wasn't his fault; he liked to think that he had been doing better. 

He shivered, pushing those thoughts to the back of his head as he quickly removed the lavender shirt, putting on his now-clean suit. 

Still flinching at every brush of cloth against skin, he buttoned up his jacket, making sure the sleeves covered up his bruises, and straightened his tie. 

Scott let out a shaky breath, readying himself for the day ahead. 

Everything hurt.

[torchickentacos]

you ever scroll past some sort of discourse that you didn't even know existed, and you have to take a second and realize that, while none of us are superior to others, some of us ARE much better at choosing which dumbass hills to die on? because I think sometimes you deserve to go 'huh. at least I'm not getting involved in all that'.

[inkblot22]

Crazy sickening thought but what if there’s a scenario where azul takes advantage of reader? Like imagine reader not having anywhere to after four years and crowley giving up/deciding reader is too expensive and a burden to take care of since they are a grownup and haven’t been useful. They decide to desperate to find a way so they and grim dont end up on the streets look for azul for a place to stay and azul agrees only if they agree to be azuls spouse and meet conditions of his like never leaving him, cooking for him, kissing him times throughout the day. Whats your thoughts on this? Do you think azul would add more terms?

Hello! This is excellent and you caught me on an Azul day. I apologize in advance because this is honestly a bit long.

TW controlling behavior, abuse, captivity, coerced marriage, Crowley being a deadbeat, non-consensual kissing/touch, isolation and being in the ocean at night, my best attempt at legalese, Jade and Floyd because these three are the scariest package deal ever conceived. Misogyny, if you squint, as well as house-spousification. That is a word now.

Grim is way too calm about this. It's not that you could really resent him for being oblivious, but sometimes you indulge your irritation with one thought, "Grim is lucky that I love him."

And he is. He's lucky that you're here, lucky that you're willing to sell your body to a certain silver-haired asshole just so he can indulge on various seafoods, including fresh-caught tuna.

Well, that's not really fair. Azul hasn't gotten more physical than a few hugs and kisses, sharing the same bed, that type of thing. You can tell he's considered doing more, you see it in his eyes when you lay down to go to sleep or wear certain colors, usually dark blues and violets. Not that you've worn much else in...

Seven, how long has it been? Let's see... On your fourth year at NRC, Dire Crowley invited you to his office for tea. Not in so many words, he said that your time at NRC was reaching the end of it's stay. He'd send for you upon discovering a way for you to return home, but until then, you and Grim needed to begin your internship within the week. You hid your unease as best as you could, but when you got back to Ramshackle, you could barely breathe. Grim wasn't present for the meeting, so when he saw your obvious despair he immediately threatened to burn whoever had hurt you. You had laughed it off, promising him that everything would be okay.

You should have known, honestly. You sent messages to both Ace and Deuce, letting them know what happened, and they both felt awful, but were in no position to have you come stay with them. Although any of your former upperclassmen would have probably accepted you, but right when you were wondering how you were supposed to get a job without any form of identification past your very own person, much less a place to stay, you received a message in a group chat you had long forgotten about.

Underneath the all caps title of the chat, "THE FISH MAFIA," Jade had simply invited you to the Coral Sea with Grim for a dinner. Of course you had accepted. Perhaps you could ask Azul for a job in his mother's restaurant, and subsequently, move to whatever land mass was near the Coral Sea. That way you and Grim wouldn't be homeless.

You let Crowley know and he set up the mirror for your departure, even going so far as to give you a pair of potions so you wouldn't drown and wishing you well. You tried not to dislike him even more for that, tried being the key word.

Jade and Floyd were waiting for you on the other side. They looked about the same as the last time you'd seen them, perhaps a little longer than before. Floyd grabbed both you and Grim and darted through the water, stopping in front of an elegant building that seemed to be made out of shells. You were guided in, all the way to the back, where Azul was waiting, in human form.

"Hello, Prefect... or shall I just use your name? From what I've heard, you won't be living in Ramshackle for much longer."

You had forgotten about that. Your memories, up until that point, were relatively positive when it came to Azul, so of course you overlooked his harsh comments, forgotten by the haze of happy memories you had with him. But Azul had always been somewhat mean.

"Regardless, take a seat. We have all the foods you like on the land, and then some." He offered you a somewhat wan smile, "No drinks, though. Sorry. Perhaps we can go to a cafe after this business is finished."

You took a seat and one of the servers placed a large, flat rock on your lap.

"It's to keep you from floating away." Azul had said.

You thought that was kind of fun. That was probably the last time you had that thought connected to Azul. Grim didn't bat an eye and began scarfing down the contents of the table, and you met Azul's staring eye.

"Business?"

"Yes, my darling, business. I take it that you don't have a large window of opportunity, so please believe me when I say I want the best for you and your familiar. I am offering you a place to stay, food, drinks, and clothing. All you have to do is sign this teensy little document."

"Wait, what's goin' on?" Grim paused his eating to give you a confused look.

"Oh... It'll all work out, Grim," You began.

"Dire Crowley has given our little human here a week to move out of Ramshackle house." Azul interrupted.

"Good! That place was run-down anyway!" He went back to eating.

You couldn't blame him for his shortsightedness then. You simply sighed and Azul addressed you again.

"So, my dear, knowing that I will provide for you and your familiar, and knowing that you'll be homeless in a week's time with no real way to regain a home, I believe you can understand how signing this is in your best interest."

You nod, once, slightly hesitantly, and Azul smiles, passing a document to you. It's dry to the touch, but a quick scan and you decided it was better to just sign and get it over with.

Presently, tucked neatly under Azul's arm as dawn breaks over the beachside, you really wish that you'd read the entire contract earlier.

It wasn't so bad at first, he set you and Grim up on the top floor of one of the land-based establishments that his mother owned and had passed down to him. He said it was something of a side hobby, but you read it more as a front for his other business. Regardless, for a long while, things were fine. What little you had was already in the room he'd set up for you and Grim. But then the stipulations of the contract began coming into effect.

Within three months of the signing date, the signor will be legally wed to the signee.

That wasn't so bad. The wedding was ridiculously extravagant, but you managed to wrangle Grim into a bow tie and that was cute enough. Azul was all smiles, but every time you wanted to run, you remembered that it was all for your and Grim's wellbeing.

The first night you went home as spouses, Azul talked at length about a possible honeymoon. You nodded along, too tired from the day's events, and went to open the door to the room you'd been sharing until now with Grim. Azul grabbed you by your arm, hard enough to leave a mark, and pulled you into the master suite.

"Married couples should sleep together, shouldn't they?"

2. Both parties are required to show the other affection, physical and otherwise. The consequence of withholding such results in a loss of privileges.

This was a bit less okay. Azul wasn't overly touchy, but you found that he didn't care who saw what. You weren't opposed to most of it, seeing as his hand was usually on your shoulder or back, somewhere not at all concerning, but he also would occasionally turn and kiss you without warning or permission.

It made your head spin. In every other way, he was very reserved, but every time he kissed you was so random. It wasn't that he smelled bad or tasted bad, unless he had just returned from a meeting, wherein he would generally smell like alcohol-free bourbon or something adjacent. You'd always try harder than usual to pull away when he smelled like that.

"It's just a gentleman's drink, my angel... My goodness, I didn't know you were this shy!"

3. If the signatory is otherwise unoccupied around noon, they will prepare lunch for their spouse and bring it to him. A breach of this term will result in the signatory's familiar being put outside for a night. *See addendum A.

Every day, for the last year, you have walked in, regardless of Azul being in the middle of a meeting or not, and served him a lunch that you threw together.

At this point, you're pretty certain that you could bring him a banana peel coated in mayo and ketchup on a dirty plate and he'd eat it like it was the best thing in the world. Every time you put lunch in front of him, he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you close, pressing a kiss against your ribs and looking up at you as if you've hung the moon.

"This looks delicious, my angel. Thank you."

4. Privileges such as allowance, certain articles of clothing, certain food items, will be withheld in the case of a breach of contract.

This one wasn't really observed by Azul. As far as you could recall, every time you messed up, he would become inconsolable, then really cold.

If you did something he really, really didn't like, he'd "invite" you for a midnight swim, then lock you in the bathroom while you were still wet. This is why an addendum was added, since getting sopping wet and locked in a cold bathroom resulted in you getting sick and unable to make lunch.

"I'm doing this because I love you so much."

5. The signatory shall adopt the moniker of a stay-at-home spouse. They will be allowed days to go out and shop for both necessary groceries and personal effects.

Your "going out" days were Wednesdays and Saturdays, partially because that gave Azul an excuse to tag along on at least one of those days and also because he could send one of his lackeys to follow you and Grim around.

Everything you purchased was looked over by him, and when you got home, he'd ask you about various items you purchased while trying to coax you to sit with him.

"Angel, why in the world do you need... five packages of... 'dino gro capsules'?"

6. Azul Ashengrotto may exercise his discretion to determine whether or not his spouse is following the contract to the best of their ability.

Azul was not a fair or reliable judge. At best, he wanted you to be by his side as often as possible, but at worst, he'd be irritated by Grim's very presence in the house. You weren't afforded much mercy. If the twins were visiting on land, which they did way more often than you liked, and you happened to have really done it that day, they'd sneak in and drape blankets over you.

Azul didn't care if he noticed, and it felt like every day it got worse. Every day you'd find out about another rule of the contract, every day you'd have to lie and tell Grim that everything was okay.

But you could feel it, this pressure, building up within you. One of these days, you'd snap, and hopefully Grim wouldn't be there to see it.

Because you didn't want him to think you resented him.

[nathaaaan]

My mind keeps thinking about a very toxic Sashanne Danne AU. A Danne AU where Anne is mainly in control of her body, making her actions her own. A Danne AU where Anne wants Sasha all to herself despite everything she’s done. She can’t help but love her, even if her love was warpped into some twisted form of affection.

I suppose the equivalent of tough love, but thirty times worse.

Like, she’s still mad at Sasha for obvious reasons, but she loves her to the point where she just wants her by her side and doesn’t want to let that go. And of course she needs Sasha for her plans, so she’s really hard on her, but if Sasha does something right for once, she’ll shower her in love and affection. The Core (I’m gonna refer to them as Danne when they’re in control)/Danne will even say shit like; “Our host has claimed you as mate,” and start calling her “Love, dear, cutie…” any nickname under the sun really, but those’d be the main three. They encourage Sasha to do the same, but Sasha isn’t as open to it as they are. Danne would be on the aggressive side—more focused on their plans as opposed to Anne, but they’d still show Sasha affection, especially when she starts to crave their touch.

Oh and both Danne and Anne are incredibly touchy—I’d assume they are since Anne is canonically touchy with Marcy in Marcy at the Gates. Not to the point where it’s inappropriate without Sasha’s consent, they’re just touchy. At first, Sasha would shy away from their touch, but then she’d learn (YES I MEAN LEARN) to lean into it and absolutely fucking love it.

Let’s not forget about gaslighting, and just emotional manipulation in general. Anne would constantly use the fact that Sasha lied and betrayed her to get her to do something she wants, or threaten to hurt people in the Resistance—even if they’re people she knows, or threaten to find Marcy and eliminate her. (She’s bluffing, but like, Sasha doesn’t need to know that 🤭) Anne’s constantly belittling and patronizing her for what she’s done in the past, which is actually a little deserved.

She’d say things like, “It’s your fault I’m like this, why are you crying?” “No one will love you the way I love you,” “Without me, you’d have nothing,” and “You’re so lucky to have me. Nobody else would put up with you,”

Whenever Sasha snaps at her, she’s quick to make it seem like she’s the victim. “Don’t you care about my feelings?” “How can you be so heartless?” “I thought you cared about me,” all of it would cause Sasha to shut down because even if her friend is being possessed by a hive-mind, or doing all of this by her own will, she cares about Anne too. And deep deep deep deep deep deep deep really fucking deep down, she knows that her Anne, the silly, lovable one, who would always put others first is there.

Anne physically abuses her too, just so you know. All loyal and noble warriors are trained and disciplined after all. Whipped into shape to obey their master. Danne normally does this, because Anne doesn’t want to see Sasha get hurt, but she knows it’s necessary. Sometimes, however, she feels a little sadistic and decides to partake in it herself. Labeling it as training and refusing to ever admit she abused Sasha.

I don’t think I’d write them getting freaky if I wrote this, but I have the slightest feeling that it might escalate to that. 😭 Sasha would be the one to initiate this kind of love tho. Mainly cause Anne has feelings and isn’t some (completely) heartless monster. (Consent is so fucking cool ya’ll‼️)

Anne would be whisked away by The Core or Andrias for important war biz, and it really pisses her off because she wants to spend as much time as she can with Sasha before the invasion.

OH YEAH. They’re cuddle buddies because I say so. Both of them want cuddles, but it’s usually Sasha since Anne doesn’t really have to sleep anymore. At the beginning of their relationship, Anne started it because she wanted to be close to Sasha, and eventually Sasha started (timidly) asking for cuddles and because Anne is infatuated with Sasha, she’d drop everything to cuddle.

So, just think of those Darcy/Anne fics but more tamed. 🙌

Also it just occurred to me that their ship name would be Danne…

[tylernmymirror]

oh , they're the manipulative one ? they're the gr00m3r ?

they aren't respectful ? they're too verbally aggressive ?

they want me to be dependant ? they isolate me ?

they want me to be obedient ?

they mistreat me ?

really ? you're sure ?

figures .

[rozengermain]

A "Father's" False "Love"

Forwarning: I am going to be talking about some heavy subject matter, if this upsets you, turn back.

A bit earlier, I reblogged some (really good) fanart of Genshin Impact, specifically, of the Fontaine Twins and Arlecchino, and in the tags I said this:

"There is no way Arlecchino sees [Lyney and Lynette] as anything BUT tools"

I also mentioned that Scaramouche/The Wanderer had not nice things to say regarding her, and this is what he has to say:

However, I forgot that Childe doesn't have nice things to say about here either:

I wanted to elaborate on what I said back there based on some research I did on child exploitation (The only form I knew of was grooming up till now) for a prediction regarding this bitch basically.

Initially, I assumed that she was guilty of some form of grooming, but then my research made it abundantly clear that she was not, and it was in fact a DIFFERENT form of child exploitation that she was guilty of: so let's talk about child criminal exploitation (CCE for short, I will be using that from now on).

Child Criminal Exploitation (CCE) is when an individual manipulates an exploits someone (A minor in the case of CCE but anyone can be a victim of this) with the intent of using the individual for criminal activity. What are the Fatui guys even doing? Well they are basically war criminals: the army so I think you can see where this is going. Arlecchino is basically exploiting children and manipulating them with the intent of turning them into war criminals. Hell, in the Sumeru area, there is a questline that involves ANOTHER House of Hearth kid who was ordered by Dottore to kidnap children in order to capture an aranara to experiment on! Crimes that he (if I remember correctly) feels an obligation to do likely for "Father's" sake, despite the fact that he doesn't like it. I think it is safe to say that she is exploiting children for criminal purposes here.

But now to the "tool" thing. Does Arlecchino truly love the Hearth orphans, or does she just see then based on how she can use them? From what Scara and Childe had to say, I feel it is the latter. WHile we have yet to meet her, the fact that she is guilty of CCE and the fact that Scara calls her "a wolf in sheeps clothing" and implies she is controlling, doubled with Childe thinking of her as treacherous, I think it might be safe to say that her affectionate nature to the Heath orphans might just be an act. Considering how children are manipulated by people with malicious intent (which she definitely has) I think one reason she might be so sugary to them is because that makes them love her, and want to please her, thus making them easier to manipulate. The same goes to her taking Lyney and Lynette in specifically. They were victims of abuse before they ended up with her, and I think Arlecchino saw that she could exploit them because of it, love-bombing them and acting like she cares about them. Sad, no? This would mean that they thought they had escaped abuse, only to still end up in the clutches of an abuser....

[jabberwock-islanders]

I hate parents.

[check tags for possible tws]

I hate parents. I hate parents that look down on their kids. I hate parents that use their kids for their own personal gain. I hate parents that force their kids to grow up long before they’re supposed to. I hate parents that make their kids fend for themselves and refuse to help. I hate parents that expect their kids to help them with things they’re too young to handle. I hate parents that push their kids to live out the life they failed to have. I hate parents that take “tough love” too far. I hate parents that overly spoil their kids and make them think they can do no wrong. I hate parents that baby their kids even after they’re well past the point of needing it. I hate parents that don’t take their kids seriously when they need help. I hate parents that think their child is attention seeking when they need help with something serious. I hate parents that call their kids “hypochondriacs” when they’re worried about their health. I hate parents that gaslight their kids into believing they’re always right when they aren’t. I hate parents that argue with their kids even after they’ve proved that they’re right about something. I hate parents that dismiss and abandon their kids when they need them most. I hate parents that cause constant physical harm to their kids. I hate parents that cause constant mental and emotional harm to their kids. I hate parents.

But I love parents too. I love parents that support their kids no matter what. I love parents that deescalate problems while making sure their child is heard. I love parents that do anything to protect their kids. I love parents that give their kids mental health advice when they need or ask for it. I love parents that give their kids suggestions of where to start based on their own mental health history. I love parents that let their kids take charge when they know they’re able to. I love parents that offer their help well past adulthood if their child needs it. I love parents that take in the lost, abandoned, and traumatized and welcome them to a new life with open arms. I love parents that take the time to understand their child’s needs and put in the effort to accommodate them. I love parents that admit when their child is right. I love parents that defend their child when needed. I love parents that allow their children to grow. I love parents that do their job, and I hate parents that don’t.

[clovelie]

if you view a victim of abuse as someone who is solely their abuser's toy or scout to manipulate and not as a victim, i'm wishing you a terrible day. don't limit victims down to being abused and who their abuser is. we are people too.

[pinetreesdoodles]

sorry guys I just needed to vent (whine) a little here

I hate my dad he sucks. He’s so horrible to my mom and my mom is so nice and helpful all the time. Everything he does is manipulative and malicious in some way. He’s awful. I’m aware it could be worse like at least he doesn’t beat me & my brothers… but he still is going to hell when he dies 100% no doubt about it. I wish my parents could finally just separate but my dad is financially abusive to my mom and trapping her with him.

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

What if:

Eclipse gets really, really attached to this one singular person in particular because they’re practically perfect for him, and got him to trust them but it turns out they’re not as nice as he thought they were and they were actually just playing around with his feelings for the sheer fun of it

How would his brothers react to Eclipse being hurt like that?

Most would resort to violence, especially Lunar. Good Eclipse won’t hesitate to defend his alternate selves with a flamethrower. KC and the twins have no issue simply destroying or hiding a body and making it untraceable and going about their day, whereas Good Eclipse and Lunar would make an entire day of it. Sun and Moon are more of the cleanup crew, taking care of Eclipse and caring for all the emotional support.

[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