#tw.abuse mention

[savoryscribbles]

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even if you're request/suggestion fits these guidelines, i am not obligated to fulfill it.

key:

blue = 100% okay

orange = okay-ish/there are some exeptions

red = absolutely not

any combo means i'm in the middle, the more of one color, the more likely i am to feel that color(based on the key) about that subject

characters i write for:

bold means their my comfort character

gi: albedo ayato childe gorou scara thoma xiao zhongli

hq: atsumu bokuto iwaizumi kenma osamu sakusa suna tsukishima ushijima

mha: bakugou

om: lucifer mammon levi

general rules:

i don't write character x character

i don't write yandere or anything similar

i choose the gender of the reader, and as it stands rn if "she/they/he" pronouns are ever mentioned in my writing, i will always use they, no matter the situation, its fine to ask for afab or amab reader, but to me its a bit demeaning to ask for a fem!reader as an enby

i will not write the character abusing, cheating or bullying(**) the reader(this does not include the character comforting the reader after experencing these things) (**see nsfw rules)

i don't write angst. the only time i will write angst is out of my own imagination, and honestly, i don't think anyone else would be able to give me a good enough idea to spark an idea in me

i'm uncomfortable being asked to write a poc!reader because i'm white and autistic, i don't know how to write about experences i will never have. that being said, i have no problem sharing my fav writes who i think could do a much better job than me

i will write age regession, not ddlg(there is a difference)

i will write for trans specific scenario’s

smut rules:

**when bullying is put into like a smut, i'm less uncomfortable, but i think its a good rule to say i probably won't be writing it

i'm fine with writing cnc, watersports, and heavy degration

i don't write dark content as of now, i am a consumer of dark content, so i'm comfortable with it, but theres no ideas i've really wanted to write, so we'll see!

i won't write: full non-con, DDLG, incest, blood play, scat or any other kink i find uncomfortable that i can't think of right now

i dont write for breeding, but i guess creampies are alright

most of the time, i probably won't write for dom/top!reader

[esmerayozdemir]

The Basics

Full Name: Esmeray Aslan Ozdemir

Birthday/Age: October 31st 1993 (28 years old)

Occupation: Owner of Planet of the Crepes

Neighborhood: Oakbrook

Biography

tw: alcohol mention, child neglect, abuse mention, suicide mention

Esmeray was born on October 31st 1993, that alone should have been a sign that her life would end up being a tragedy. She was born to a father who enjoyed a drink on many occasions, a man whose rage when mixed with alcohol could be a deadly combination. A mother who had been mistreated so long she had fallen into the role of victim, unable to escape. She wasn’t the first child of this unruly match surprisingly enough. She was the second, a brother five years older than herself, although you would think there were many more years between the two when you saw them walking down the street. He was protective of her, always putting himself between Esmeray and the life that his parents had created for the both of them. He wasn’t able to fully shield her but he did his best. 

When Esmeray was five years old her mother finally got up the nerve to leave their father. She disappeared from the house in the middle of the night with nothing but the clothes on her back... the only problem being that she forgot about her children. Esmeray’s father was beyond angry when he awoke and as the days went on he needed a new punching bag when he was drunk. Aydin always was quick to offer himself up as sacrifice, feeling it was his duty to protect his little sister. 

That seemed to become his life mantra throughout the years. Their fathers drinking only worsened after their mother left and when he had started to set his sights on Esmeray Aydin new it was time for them to leave. She was eleven and Aydin sixteen when he stopped going to school and started to work multiple odd jobs for people around town. He was determined to save up enough money to get his sister out of this town and more than anything out of that house, away from that man. She often spent time at Aydin’s friends house or around his odd jobs because he didn’t want her home alone.

By the time Esmeray turned eighteen her brother had saved up enough money to send her out to New York City to pursue her dreams of becoming an interior or fashion designer. She didn’t object, solely because she knew that he wouldn’t take no for an answer and selfishly she wanted to explore something that she never had before. She studied design at Pratt Institution and landed an internship with one of the largest fashion icons in the city. She had been on the verge of opening her own interior design shop when she had gotten the call. 

Aydin had killed himself, no note left behind just her name on the deed of his restaurant and rundown apartment back in Port Whitley.

To say this came as a shock was an understatement. She had kept in touch with her brother and he had seemed alright. Was she such a bad sister that she couldn’t tell he was struggling? The choice was clear. She packed up her belongings and was on the next flight to Port Whitley. She would collect the things she had left of him and more than that, she was determined to figure out what had happened to him. 

Planet of the Crepes

A small diner in Oakbrook that despite the name does not sell crepes, in fact most of the people working there wouldn’t know a crepe if it slapped them in the face. The diner was named by her brother who thought irony was the funniest thing in the world. Planet of the Crepes is known for employing excons and people who need to get back on their feet feet because Aydin always believe in second chances. Esmeray has newly acquired the restaurant after her brothers recent passing and along with it all of its debt. She should probably just take one of the many offers on the building but for some reason she can’t seem to let the run down old diner go, even though its basically ran into the ground and she has zero experience in the industry.

[honeymaki]

hi :( just wanted to tell u i’m thinking about puppygirls rn, whether it’s a cutie like nejire or mitsuri looking pretty in their collars or being the puppy gf for a meaner gf like maki :( kneeling between her legs and showing her how good you can be with your tongue hhhh i’m suffering

Characters: Misturi x f!reader

Warnings: hybrids, puppy!reader, pet play, dry humping, masturbation, mentions of verbal abuse but very, very implicit.

whatabout Misturi nd her cute lil puppy gf:(( she buys you - I know I know bare with me - she buys you right off your old owner, takes you right out of his grubby horrible hands that stray too mean and hold too tight. Pays whatever his stupid mouth wants, pays double for that tattered play toy you won't let go of and holds you close to her chest the whole way home.

She's so patient with you, so kind and quiet, smiling just a little smaller and treading a little lighter because you're so skittish, so used to being shouted at and spat on. It takes weeks for you to stop shaking, to get your pretty floppy ears off your skull and perked up, for your bushy tail to fluff up as it should have been all along. and when you wag it, when it thumps on the ground for the first time as you're sat at her feet reading a book; Mitsuri smiles so bright and so wide that it only sparks your tail off into a flurry.

From then on, it goes so quickly, so fast, so bright and happy and full of sunshine and everything you had been missing. Mitsuri doted on you and gave you everything you ever wanted; swept you into beautiful hugs and petted behind your ears, bought you as many stuffed toys as you wanted even if they were out of stock, fed you fancy food and brought home treats from her missions. Sure, she went away for days, maybe weeks on end, but you were a smart pup, you knew how to take care of yourself and you relished in the quiet and the peace, catching up on years of sleep and chasing your shadow around the empty house.

and it get's even quicker, speeds up to a point one night when Mitsuri had returned home, exhausted yet satisfied and found you curled up, nestled at the head of her bed, nuzzling her pillow and - whining? your tail is quivering, hips quaking, ears flat against your skull but not from fear, no - from something else. something that penetrates the room and makes her pupils dilate, makes her breathing pick up and makes her drop her bag on the floor. Not even the heavy thud makes you pause your jolting movements, thighs squeezing the pillow between them and if Mitsuri concentrates, focuses her hearing; she can just about make out the tell tale squelching of your puppycunt squishing against her pillow.

"Puppy - baby, what are you doing there hm?" she's sweet, so sweet, understanding and content deep in her eyes and soft in her hands as she unwinds your arms from the pillow, kneeling one leg on the bed between yours, "Did you get lonely puppy?" there are pearly tears in your eyes, nodding with a pitiful whine and she breathes a sigh of relief when you don't retreat from her, when you accept the hand that smooths over your cheek and reaches up to your ear, stroking and petting and soon those whines turn into purrs and chirps. Her leg, her leg is so close, so close to you, knee inches away from your crotch, from your weepy folds and the heat of her makes your tail thump against the bed lazily, tongue lolling from your mouth when her lips descend on your neck, kissing along the band of the pink leather collar you wore baring her name.

"You're not alone anymore pup, m'here now - I can help you yeah? Want that? Wanna be a good girl? a good puppy?" Mitsuri drags her thigh closer to the apex of your hips, the bend of her knee dipping against your cunt and the movement forces them to part with a wet smack, slick pooling under your ass and sticking to her smooth skin, "Well - you know what to do, don't you baby puppy? Yeah?" You nod enthusiastically, though with barely a thought behind your eyes as you gaze up at her, nuzzling under her jaw as your hips started to move, up and down, up and down. Barely a rhythm, barely getting started before you're rutting and mewling and yelping with the ache between your legs,

"That's my good girl, my good baby, getting my leg all wet and messy aren't you? Our training is paying off pup! C'mon, cum for me and I'll give you a treat okay? Thatta girl, come on!"

[quirklessidiot]

I know this has been kinda asked before but can you go into detail about minazuki's familial relationships? Especially her grandma? I would like to have a clearer picture of her life at home. Feel free to ignore this if you don't want to answer or if it would spoil anything. Thank you <3

Its a love/hate unhealthy dynamic.

Y/N knows her granny doesnt like her since she going to have to kill her in the end but at the same time, granny l/n ends up being protective of her too (killing her husband since he wanted to touch her, one of the reasons why y/n was able to hold off her engagement until she was 25 years old is because her grandpa still wanted her around for some uh things and granny l/n just str8 murdered him after she found out about it yet, he was actually thinking he’d be able to live out his wife so he wanted to hold y/n’s marriage off)

She also has high respects for granny l/n despite um the mental and physical toll shes given her because shes the only one who understands what y/n’s going through

[zukkanet]

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[maileenet]

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[halcyonkrp]

WHO’S THAT TRAINER ?

native to the region and settled in the busanjin district here in busan as a model for trainer equipment and clothing, he’s not participating in the league! but don’t underestimate him, can you guess who he is?   

                                                                           IT’S LEE YOONHO !

ADDITIONAL POKEMON

fearow, snorlax, sawsbuck, milotic, gyarados, lycanroc (midnight), slowbro

POKEDEX ENTRY

tw: mentions of abuse

lee yoonho has always been a handsome boy.

ever since he was young, it was all anyone ever complimented him on. he was a chubby, cute baby and since he’s the only boy in the family, many showered him with adoration. his grandparents loved having a boy grandchild and since he’s the youngest of the whole family at that time, he’s spoiled even more.

things change when his mother enters him into a whimsical infant contest, where judges ranked the look of babies. yoonho won first place and a pretty hefty prize and thus began his career in the spotlight. where yoonho is practised and poised to sit in front of cameras ever since he was young. he became used to it at an eerily young age. if it wasn’t his three older cousins tormenting him with makeup, his parents were entering him into other contests, eager to see if he could win.

and he does. he wins and wins, garnering more money for his mother and father before he can even comprehend the world around him.

he becomes a child model, signed to an agency to promote pokemon snacks. it’s cutsey but yoonho just does what he’s told, not really sure about anything but also too young to really do anything. his parents bribe him with food after the shoots and it works well. he earns a decent amount of money that he’ll never actually see, but it’s not like his mind could have cared that much.

it all begins when he starts school. he clearly doesn’t have that much time to be consistently modeling and his parents argue about it. his mother, despite being so proud of her son, wants to keep him in school while his father thinks that the modeling career would be more successful. yoonho doesn’t like the shouting and screaming- it hurts his head and makes him cry. sometimes he goes to sleep listening to their fights at night time, when they try to be quiet but get too heated. but yoonho is still happy and he still loves his parents so much.

but things changed when yoonho was ten years old and his mother was in a devastating car crash. she had been driving from gimhae into the city when there had been a devastating fight between two territorial pokemon. cars and others got caught up and when the police were finally able to identify her car, it was clear she had not made it. yoonho was completely destroyed but his father kept trying to push him to model more and more.

eventually yoonho became to be punished for refusing to work. he missed days of school at a time and coming back to the school with cheeks bruised and knees wobbling when having to run with the other students. he begins to grow up along as his father begins to spend more and more of yoonho’s savings on liquor and buying himself dates. yoonho stays home and studies and gets yelled and screamed at when his father comes home.

because of the bruises on his face, many of his original companies started to back yoonho out of his deals, which only caused the beatings to continue.

on the night of his eleventh birthday, he ran from his house, limping and crying into his hands as he pushed himself into the forests near his home. he hides himself, hearing his father screaming for him. he holds his hands over his mouth, sobbing to himself. it takes him some time to suddenly hear some tall grass shaking and moving around him. he’s terrified, but what pops out of the grass surprises him. he blinks and sees a small eevee come out. the poor thing is limping, whimpering softly.

the pokemon looks a lot like yoonho does right now, pitiful, crying in pain and without anyone else. and that’s when yoonho decides to actually do something about it.

he puts out his hand, letting the eevee sniff him. the pokemon is shy at first, unsure. but it’s not until the eevee moves closer and eventually rests its forehead on his hand. his body lights up, and immediately he scrambles to hold the precious baby in his arms. even though it hurts, he manages to get back up onto his feet and tries to remember the last place he’s seen a pokemon center. and when he gets inside, he meets a tan boy who looks terrified for the poor eevee. but at least the eevee is healed up much better.

he doesn’t notice the boy’s lingering eyes. he only realizes that he’s a student at his school, an upperclassman.

he gets home and sneaks the eevee inside. he manages to hide eevee for a few weeks until one night, when his father corners him in his bedroom. his eevee hides under his bed, listening and watching their feet. yoonho is hit once, twice and he waits the third time when he hears his father stumble backwards. the little eevee stands between them, the tiny thing growling angrily at his father. at first he’s shocked, and he tries to push the sweet thing away from their fight. his father gets angrier but his eevee continues to protect him no matter what.

a few weeks later, he comes home to his home trashed and his father gone. he grabs some clothes, packs up what he needs, brings his eevee and heads to a local orphanage in busanjin. they take him in and in feburary of the new year, 2005, he is placed into a nice foster home to a couple who cannot have children. and here is where his life begins to turn around.

he comes back to school, bruises faded from his lips. he opens up more. he meets again with the upper classman who saved his eevee’s life. they grow close. his name is lee sunbin. they become great friends until they choose different high schools. but that’s okay.

yoonho focuses school and battling equally, he works especially hard in both of those things. as his time continues through school, he continues on working to collect more pokemon. he collects a bunch but ends up releasing most if he finds there is little connection between them. before long he has a team that is something that’s proud of.

sunbin and he keep in contact and once he graduates high school he takes a year doing odd jobs. one day he’s walking through seomyeon and is street-cast into a modeling agency. they realized he had been a child model before hand and they gave him a chance to begin advertising for some really cute children’s snacks. eventually the jobs kept coming and now yoonho is known for modeling for trainer gear, equipment and clothing, even sometimes modeling now with his beautiful sylveon by his side.

when sunbin wanted to found a club, yoonho did his best to listen in to his friend’s requests. eventually, when the battle club was made, yoonho wanted to be part of it so that sunbin wouldn’t share all responsibilities and burdens. and since the club was founded in 2014, yoonho has been dedicated to it as well as his own work.

now he lives alone, modeling and looking after his pokemon as if they were his children. his primary focus is to continue with the battle club, advance his career and potentially go about and find some more pokemon that would fit well with his current roster list.

[bokutoslittlebird]

if you use any of the words in your tags (not even just as a separate tag, but if you use a banned word in a tag with other words) your post wont show up to your followers unless they actually click on your blog.

idk what’ll happen to old works, but maybe edit the tags if they contain any of the banned words. for example, if you had put in the tags tw abuse (because abuse is a banned word) edit the tag with tw:abuse or tw.abuse because i’m pretty sure tumblr won’t flag that.

You’re a blessing on this dark day okay so since I tag stuff with tw.[tag] it should be fine but if I do a sentence like [#this is technically abuse] or something with that word then it won’t be able to be seen unless you’re on my blog? So am I already shadow banned? Or is it just that? As long as mentioning it in my warnings in the actual post isn’t affected because that would make it harder for people to avoid those works or find them.

[akagillneverbernie-blog]

Fostered || Self Para (Flashback)

1987. It was a brisk November morning in the city of Detroit. Engine House Four was returning from a call when the dispatcher made a discovery. “Hey, guys!” He called out as he picked up a small bundle left in a box outside the dispatch office door. “It’s a baby!”

“Is there anything?” One firefighter asked. The dispatcher rummaged through the dirtied blankets and found nothing. “Not even a name?”

“Nothing,” the dispatcher shook the blankets out in case a note was stuck in the folds. “I’m no doctor but he looks like he was just born.”

“That’s cause he is,” a paramedic that was on duty at the engine house. She took the small bundle and examined him further. “This umbilical cord was cut within the last few hours.” She said as she tucked the baby into her jacket. “Someone get a warm blanket. We need to get his temperature up and to the hospital.”

The baby let out a small whine and he paramedic looked at him. “Oh, little boy,” she sighed holding him tight. “You don’t have a name,” she looked around for some inspiration and saw a few books stacked on the dispatch desk, “Bernard Gilbert?” When he heard the name he let out a coo. “I guess that will be your name.”

1990. “Bernard!” Wilma DeGori shouted from her chair in the living room. “Bernard!” Her shrill scream rang out and the small toddler trembled as he entered the room with fear that shook him to the core. “Bernard, you ungrateful little shit,” her fingers coiled around his upper arms and yanked him closer. “If I catch you in my chocolates again, I will make sure you never see the light of day again.” The toddler nodded his head as he held back the tears. He knew his foster mother hated crying and whining. He tried his best to do neither.

Later that day the angel to Bernard’s hell, his caseworker, came for a home visit. Nina McIntyre was a beautiful blonde with emerald green eyes, a sweet smile and a voice like a dove. Bernard was smitten with her. Her beautiful dress hung to her knees and her hot pink shoes sparkled in the sunlight. “Good afternoon, Mr. Gilbert,” she always called him Mr. Gilbert instead of just Bernard.

“Afternoon Miss McIntyre!” He beamed with joy as he sprinted toward the kitchen. They always sat in the kitchen for their meeting before she did a walk through of the house.

“How are you today?” She asked while pulling out a sleeve of Chips Ahoy! cookies.

“Good!” She shouted and quickly lowered his voice. He made sure to look to see if his foster mom heard him. He didn’t want to feel her wrath later.

“How’s it here?” Nina asked in a hushed tone.

Bernard looked at toward the living room and back at his caseworker. He didn’t want to lie to her but he also didn’t want to be stuck with the foster mom if she heard him.

“It’s okay, Mr. Gilbert. You can tell me,” she patted his shoulder and pushed the cookies closer to him.

Bernard stuffed a cookie in his mouth and contemplated whether or not to tell her. Then she smiled and he broke like a dam.

“Get your things,” Nina stood up from the table and marched into the living room. “I’ll be taking Bernard with me. There will be a full investigation but if what he said is true, I hope they lock you away for life.”

1992. “Mrs. Cole, Bernard was in a fight during recess,” the secretary at the elementary school called Bernard’s foster mom. “He’ll need to be picked up. He is also suspended for the rest of the week.”

“But he’s only five! And I have work!” Mrs. Cole yelled on the phone.

“That is not my problem,” and the secretary hung up. “Your mother will be here soon.”

“She’s not my mother,” Bernard hissed.

“Whoever she is, she’s coming to get you,” she said rolling her eyes at the disheveled young boy.

“What were you thinking?” Mrs. Cole shouted in the car. “Do you know I’ll have to take off for this? My boss is already looking for a reason to fire me!” She kept shouting.

Mrs. Cole wasn’t terrible. She just liked to yell. It was her husband who had a heavy hand. Bernard knew he had a few hours until his foster father came home. Mr. Cole wasn’t going to just yell.

Sure enough after a few fights, he was moved to a different home. It wasn’t much better but at least he was ignored instead of beat.

1995. At eight years old Bernard had been through sixteen foster homes. Each one just as bad as the next. He met other kids who had these spectacular foster parents and he wondered why he wasn’t as lucky. Why did he end up with the bumps and bruises? What about him always landed him into a bad home?

“Go away,” Bernard hissed at Nina as she came for a visit. “I hate you.”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Gilbert,” she tried to console the young boy she had grown to love as her own.

“No, you’re not! You give the other kids the good families. You hate me and give me the crap ones!” He stood up as he shouted. “I hate you!”

Ms. McIntyre held the tears in as she looked at the furious boy in front of her. The little boy who she watched grow up had hatred in his eyes and it was directed toward her. Her heart was breaking. “Bernard,” she whispered.

“I want a new worker,” he said with a stern lip.

1996. “Bernie! My main man!” Artie was a young man with too much spunk for the jaded boy. Just hearing his case workers voice made Bernard shudder with disgust. “How’s it going?”

“Eh,” Bernard lost his will to speak against the families he lived with. It wasn’t worth it anymore. He would just get moved to another home where they had their own way to keep him in line. Sometimes he deserved it. He purposefully tested his limits; what could he get away with.

His current foster home had five kids in total. The older boy liked to keep the others in line. The mother didn’t scold him because it allowed her to sit and play her games on the large computer she bought with her check from the state. Well, that was the case until Bernard shoved it off the desk while she was in he bathroom. The large white screen was heavy but with a good heave, It slid and crashed onto the floor.

He heard his older foster brother come bounding down the hall and he took off for his room. “Block the door!” He slammed the door, startling the younger boy he roomed with.

The next day, Bernard was moved.

1999. A new foster home wasn’t a surprise to Bernard. He kept a tally on the front pocket of his tattered old backpack. Thirty was the current count.

Bernard was twelve and starting to show signs of puberty approaching. He was tall for his age and his baby face was fading to that of a handsome young man. His older foster sister noticed, too.

“Hi,” she leaned against the doorframe of his room. Bernard mumbled something along the lines of a greeting. He didn’t like to get to know the kids in new homes. He kept his distance since he knew he wouldn’t be there for very long. “I’m Betty.”

“Bernard,” he said without looking up.

“You’re not much of a talker, are you?” She came into the room and sat next to him. “What’s your story?” He didn’t answer. “We all have one. I was molested by my uncle.”

“That sucks,” Bernard said lacking any form of emotion.

“Well, I guess,” she said rocking her knee back and forth. “It did teach me what to do.” Bernard looked at her with a confused expression. “With a boy,” she whispered.

“Uh,” Bernard’s confused expression remained as she touched his leg. “What are you doing?” He asked as she ran her fingers through his dusky hair.

Betty taught Bernard a few things during his stay. His foster father caught wind of what was going on between the two youngsters and went to teach Bernard a lesson.

He cornered twelve year old and unbuckled his belt. His hands snapped the leather as Bernard gave a hard swallow. “Want to fool around with Betty under my roof? Huh?” Bernard shook his head. “Oh but apparently you have. What? Is it not fun?” Bernard didn’t know how to answer that.

The belt came down and he blocked it with his forearm. The stinging pain left a red mark and Bernard winced. It came down harder and struck him across the face and he screamed. Bernard was a heap on the floor when the man stopped. Red marks cross-crossed along his body. “That’ll teach you.”

But it didn’t. It only made Bernard more defiant. He sought out Betty more often than she did him in the past. He didn’t even care for her. He just wanted to get caught to show his foster father that the lesson he gave him was useless.

However, when he was caught his foster father had a whole different lesson to be learned. He chased naked Bernard into the kitchen and pinned his face against the counter. Bernard was horrified and looked around with his limited view to find something to help him out. When he heard the unzippering of his foster father’s pants, real panic set in. His fingers reached for a knife left a few feet from him. He felt his hips moved and the weight of his foster father leaning on him made his body crawl with disgust.

His fingers wrapped around the handle of the knife after frantically inching it closer to her and plunged it into the shoulder of the man trying to violate him.

The police were called and everyone lied. Bernard accused of raping his foster sister. His foster father told them that he caught the boy on top of the screaming girl and when he tried to stop him, the disturbed boy stabbed him to keep him from talking. The cops took Bernard away and that was his last foster home. Bernard went to Juvenile Detention. He was twelve.