#verbal abuse cw

[teaboot]

I do outreach and i gotta say, id rather deal with you than a gun toting trigger happy cop, like yesterday that told me I was "interfering" by offering two unhoused folks a ride after he impounded their car, and threatened me with arrest, forcing me to bounce.

Youre on the level of bouncers to me.

Hired to keep shit in order, and you have a level head about ya bud.

My opinion as someone who as had my shit kicked in on the regular by actual cops for the crime of doing homelessness outreach. funded by the city i live in vis a vis, paying for all supplies and hotel vouchers.

I had to yell at a cop once for screaming at a homeless woman we had at one location. She'd been caught by LP holed up in a changing room with a bunch of stolen junk that she'd since surrendered and he just came in screaming at her that she was "too old for this shit" and had to get her life in order- like dude, she's homeless, she knows her situation is shit, she knows she got caught, she was cooperating, I was trying to get her a cab back to the shelter, and the guy was just losing his mind.

Like. What the fuck are you doing, she's nonviolent, she's cooperative, she's leaving, and the biggest threat in this room now is you

Had to low key be like dude you're setting off my cptsd and probably hers too why are you even here take the fuckin L go on break or some shit we're fine

We did get her out okay tho

[annie-of-the-arts]

[begin id: a comic of the slimecicle bg3 gang, done in a simple, sketchy style with the sketch layer still visible. it goes as follows:

Xiv looks up and is shown from the side. They're saying "(caps) aaah (end caps) you guys it'll be fine, don't even worry about iit! completely fine with doing this by myself!!" They turn around and continue with "(caps) Plus! (end caps) It's like my papa always said!! It zooms out to Xiv holding their hands together, eyes shut as they say " "Do it yourself, you asking for help makes you look like a pathetic weakling, and you'll never be as powerful as papa!!" and if i still bothered him he'd usually-" Before being cut off by simplified doodles of Tal and Klip saying, in all caps "Xiv what." Rai is standing with a pursed lip between the two of them, equally shocked.

It cuts to Tal, Rai, and Klip in that order all with varying levels of concern on their face. Tal, with an alarmed smile, says "uh, xiv. buddy. not to alarm you but that isnt. good behavior. my mom the best women i know would never say that to me." Rai, a bit calmer but still suprised, says "yeah uh i never. really knew my own parents but thats? kinda really bad? like your dad seems real mean." Klip, tilting his head down a bit, says "Xiv, that's verbal abuse and your dad deserves to be deep fried in oil." [Additionally, on the sketch layer, you can see that there's handwritten text that reads "nat 20s all across the board."

Xiv pauses, completely suprised by the genuine responses of concern from their friends. They then begin shaking, tears in their eyes as they say "Ah. Uh. Well. Can I get a hug." and Tal responds "yeah cmere." /end description]

why do all of my xiv sketches end up with the most evil angst i could possibly do. anyway xiv getting support from their friends please and thank you

[reblogs > likes | if you like and don't reblog i will curse your bloodline. your bloodline will be cursed!! curses like step on lego]

[skrittkicking]

oc introduction: iovitus rainbreak

TLDR: iovitus rainbreak is a 28 year old ex-blood legion soldier turned gladium following a traumatic event that left them without a warband and resulted in their expulsion from the legions. nowadays, they live with their older, also ex-blood cousin – gratta rainsunder, played by @rytlockdripstone – and are trying their best to move on from their past, but really, they’re just ignoring it and calling it an improvement

content warning: death, verbal abuse, bullying, ableism, drug use, mild torture, suicidal ideation

word count: 3049

born to two blood legion charr in a futile attempt to fix their failing relationship, iovitus was the second cub of lia windwalker (dame) and silas firekeep (sire). they had an older sister, eudocia, who died in infancy due to an unknown genetic illness. they were healthy for their early life and were sent to the fahrar when they came of age – things would quickly turn there, however, as a young iovitus soon fell into an intense illness – the same genetic one that had taken their sister, years before. it seemed to have sat dormant for a while, but the unfamiliar environment of the fahrar sprung it on. during their time spent in the hospital, iovitus would be visited by their mother whenever possible, though her visits were far and few between. she just wanted to see to it that her only remaining cub would survive – silas had been killed just a few months prior in a skirmish, so there would be no third chance. iovitus would survive this, but it left them permanently immunocompromised and threw off their hormonal balance, rendering them much smaller and scrawnier than their peers, and the young charr would never quite grow out of it. 

once strong enough to get back into the fahrar, iovitus had fallen quite behind their peers and had to work hard to catch up, all the while enduring relentless bullying for their comparatively scraggly stature and somewhat delayed social skills. to cope with this, iovitus eagerly seeks to prove themselves to their peers, taking on more and more dangerous dares and doing incredibly stupid things that a cub of their age should not be doing. in this time, though, they do make one true friend. he’s a year their senior, but the two grow very close, though doesn’t do much to protect them from the bullying at the hands of the cubs. in spite of this, however, iovitus continues to seek out validation from people who don’t have their best interest in mind, and this most certainly comes back to bite them in the ass. at one point around the age of six or seven, iovitus and a few other cubs sneak out of the fahrar’s grounds and explore the surrounding area; sometime during this, iovitus is either pushed into or falls into (they can’t really remember which) a ventilation shaft and breaks their right leg at the ankle. ouch! due to the nature of the breakage, it’s determined that the best course of action is amputation below the knee, so, goodbye leg. 

after spending some more time in the hospital to recover, iovitus is thrown back into the fahrar and continues their studies to the best of their ability, though they now have to walk with a mobility aid. no accommodations are given to them by their no-nonsense primus, tullia wildrush, which iovitus sees as some sort of punishment for their misbehavior, and begins to harbor a dislike for her authority, which will only continue to grow as time goes on. in actuality, tullia is attempting (for better or for worse) to push iovitus harder, knowing that if they do survive to adulthood, their opponents on the battlefield will actively target their newfound disability. the bullying they’d endured previously stalled briefly as the cubs had been harshly punished for their behavior by tullia, but it slowly fell back into where it was before – if not worse. before, iovitus might’ve been lightly pushed around, but now the cubs had something they could physically take from them: their walking cane. this continued till they were 10, when things shifted drastically: iovitus got into a physical fight with a girl who’d taken their cane and refused to give it back, pushing her down onto the ground and hitting her till she was still. oh. oops! after this incident, iovitus would be given a proper prosthetic limb by the primus, and the bullying died down – though it didn’t quite come to a complete halt, it was marginally less severe than it’d been previously. iovitus was never properly punished for the death of the other cub by their hands.

time passes, and iovitus continues to train hard in the fahrar, doing exceedingly well with both the longbow and throwing axes. as they shift into a teenager and are enveloped in the throes of puberty™, they go through what could be called a rebellious phase, purposefully going against what their primus says just for the fun of it – it earns them something of a respect amongst their peers, and iovitus relishes in that feeling, doubling down on their misbehavior. they also begin whatever the fuck the tyrian equivalent of hrt is, deepening their voice and earning them a neat little row of spines down the back of their neck, amongst other things. it’s only taken temporarily, as iovitus is satisfied with what they get out of it and don’t feel the need to continue. iovitus acquires a lot of piercings during this angsty bout of teenagehood. it is also during this time that they are introduced to the realm of illegal substances, doing whatever fun little hard drugs they can get their paws on. it never becomes an addiction, however, and iovitus is still keen to do well in the fahrar, despite everything. additionally, their close friend comes out to them as a trans woman, taking on the name cassia. she seems much happier afterwards, and the two blossom into a couple. win for the gays! 

soon after, the two of them graduate from the fahrar – cassia, despite being a year older than iovitus, stayed behind an extra year so the two of them could graduate together. rather than forming their own warband, however, they are invited to join the rain warband, as the both of them were amongst some of the best combatants in their year’s crop. iovitus took on the surname rainbreak, and cassia, rainsong. the rain warband was a spec-ops unit, operating as a sort of jack of all trades, doing whatever was needed of them – which usually meant killing what needed to be killed, interrogations, search and destroy/rescue missions, et cetera. all was well for a period of time, and cassia was quickly promoted to second-in-command, despite her young age. her prowess with the blade was incredible, as were her quick problem-solving capabilities and general badassery. iovitus also fell out of their drug usage during this period, though still did so recreationally whenever there wasn’t much to be done. things were good for a while, but they didn’t last long, thanks to the brewing conflict between the legions. wartime was fast approaching.

due to the nature of their warband, iovitus was spared from ever having to fight directly on the front lines, but that does not mean they are out of harms way; the rain warband is constantly moving from area to area, securing different zones, conducting quiet cullings, extracting information where they can, and doing whatever was needed of them without asking any questions. cassia was promoted to legionnaire after her predecessor was killed in a run-in with some flame legion soldiers. life went on and it kind of sucked because war sucks! iovitus gained a few cool new scars, so on and so forth. in the brief downtime that they have, iovitus and cassia talk about what kind of a life they’d like to live together when everything’s said and done. eventually, 2 members of the ‘band would be killed in an escort mission gone awry, leaving only 6 members alive. still reeling from the death of their previous legionnaire, this would hurt – but it was nothing in comparison to the event that would perspire in just a short few weeks time, so close to the end of the civil war. 

responding to a distress call from a nearby allied warband, the rain warband would find themselves locked in combat with a much larger, well-prepared set of flame legion soldiers. the warband they had been responding to were all already dead, so any attempt at rescue was out of the question. overwhelmed and underprepared, iovitus’ bandmates slowly fell till it was just them and cassia left – the flame legion warband had taken a few hits too, however, with a generous number of their bandmates dying. exhausted and grieving their fallen bandmates, iovitus and cassia are captured by the flame legion soldiers – rather than just killing them outright, however, they are tied up and beaten half to death in a futile attempt to squeeze any information out of them. being a spec-ops unit, however, they don’t really have access to anything they’d find useful, leaving the flame warband dissatisfied. there was no point in keeping the two of them alive, so they make the easy decision to just cut their throats and be done with it. cassia is first, and iovitus can do nothing but sit and watch as she bleeds out in front of them, coughing and sputtering, choking on her own blood. it’s an image that’s permanently burned into their head, and they watch the life slowly disappear from her eyes.

its their turn now, but just as the blade is put to their throat, their impending execution is interrupted by another blood legion warband – the tremble warband, who’d come to their aid, also having received the distress call from earlier. too little, too late. they are able to find and cull the remaining flame legion soldiers and rescue iovitus, but iovitus is, naturally, very upset. they’d just lost their entire warband in the span of a few hours and their partner – a staggering amount of grief overtakes them, and they’re not thinking properly. iovitus begs the tremble warband to kill them and be done with it – they reason that there’d be no witnesses to know what truly happened, and iovitus’ death could just be attributed to the fallen flame legion warband. the tremble warband refuses, obviously, no matter how much iovitus pleads for them to change their minds and reconsider. if they’re not going to kill them that easily, maybe iovitus can give them a proper reason to take them out. without any inclination as to what they’re doing, iovitus lashes out against their fellow blood legion soldiers, striking true with their axes – they manage to kill three before they’re knocked down onto the ground and hit hard enough to fall unconscious. iovitus wasn’t given what they desired – the release of death. they tried their hardest, though, having taken down the legionnaire and two bandmates.

following this, iovitus was brought to the blood legion homelands where they were put on trial for treason. iovitus didn’t care to fight the case, admitting guilt, hoping they’d be thrown into and die in some sort of gladiatorial combat. for whatever reason, however, the newfound legionnaire of the tremble warband, omiros tremblecut, decides to withdraw his case, instead allowing for iovitus to live freely as a gladium, much to the dismay of his bandmates. they are still found guilty of treason, though, and are expelled from the blood legion. at the time, iovitus did not know why the legionnaire did this. if they were in the place of the tremble warband, they knew that they’d certainly press for a painful death. iovitus knows now, though: the life of a gladium is a difficult one, ridden with grief, constantly followed by the things that they have done, knowing they can never return. there is no second chance; word of their crimes would spread, and even if iovitus was permitted back into the blood legion for whatever reason, they’d never find a warband willing to take them. it was a sentence worse than death, in a way.

leaving with nothing but the clothes on their back and a (stolen) raptor, iovitus wanders tyria for a few weeks, surviving off what little money they have on them. they don’t know what to do with themselves – it’s a brand new, unfamiliar, and quite terrifying world, and they have to navigate it all by themselves. part of them hungers for an easy death, but iovitus is too much of a coward to actually do anything. eventually, their funds run dry, and iovitus takes on a few odd jobs to get by. they purposefully pick and choose jobs that are dangerous, like mercenary work, hoping they’ll have an unlucky accident and end up dead. despite their best efforts, however, it doesn’t happen, and time slowly goes on. during this time, iovitus develops a fear towards other charr, avoiding them to the best of their ability – really, they avoid most social interaction in general, only talking to people when they absolutely have to. they’re also technically homeless, sort of just camping out in the woods when not actively enrolled in a job. life is miserable. iovitus takes out most of their piercings and begins smoking more regularly – it’s an easy distraction from their thoughts. they know it’s bad for them, but they do it anyways. maybe on purpose. since their expulsion, iovitus has actively worked to distance themselves from their charr heritage, taking on a more passive approach to life, and harboring a distaste for violence. 

at some point, iovitus picks up a job as a ranch hand, and discovers a previously unknown love for and skill with animals. iovitus takes comfort in them – sure, they have their raptor, but she wasn’t something iovitus really thought too hard about before. she was just kind of there. from here on out, iovitus begins to take on more and more work that deals with animal care and studies, slowly making a name for themselves in the community. the gladium begins to do their own simple research on genetics on the side, though they’re never confident enough to post anything they find. it’s all kept to themselves. time passes, and iovitus continues to work, pushing aside any thoughts of their past and pretending their heritage is nonexistent. they gain a few new companions along the way – first is meatball, an undead, underbaked minion of zhaitan who is too small to really do any actual harm. he’s free from the control of zhaitan, and sort of just acts like a bitchy cat most of the time. then, the aptly-named meathead, a smokescale whom iovitus rescued in maguuma after he’d broken his leg. meathead is trained in combat, and acts as iovitus’ companion. their most recently acquired little beasty is a griffon. he’s gifted to them as an egg by one of their coworkers, and though iovitus is hesitant to take him at first, they concede, raising him from a hatchling. he’s named W.P., and don’t ask what it stands for, because iovitus will never tell. 

as much as iovitus loves their animal companions, they are getting more and more lonely – it’s been a few years now. they are more social with their coworkers now than they were before, but don’t form any real meaningful relationships – most jobs are just a one-off thing, and iovitus loses contact with anyone they work with after they’re done. they crave the comfort of a warband – or, really, just anyone in general. the thought of another romantic relationship is overwhelmingly painful for iovitus to even consider. iovitus isn’t really sure where to start looking for companions. they don’t really like the limited feeling of living in a city – besides, the kind of work that they do requires them to move from place to place constantly. living in the woods also means iovitus has all the space to do whatever the hell they want and they don’t have to worry about neighbors or anything. it's fun! sort of. they do have to worry about bears and stuff, though, but that’s manageable. 

as terrifying as the prospect is, iovitus begins to look into their own family heritage, tracking down bloodlines and listing out all of their still-living relatives. charr don’t particularly care for their families, but iovitus doesn’t know where else to look – and they’re already not a very traditional charr, anyways. they have no siblings, so that’s out of the question. most of their aunts and uncles have been dead for a while, but iovitus’ mother is still around, as are a handful of cousins. well. it’s better than nothing, they suppose. it takes months of them building up the courage, but iovitus sends out a bundle of letters to any relatives they deem worth it, hoping they are unaware of their status as a gladium or don’t really care too much. most of them don’t respond, but iovitus does get two letters back – one from their mother, a harshly-worded response calling them a slew of insults and a blemish on their bloodline. ouch! thanks, ma. the other is from an older cousin – legionnaire gratta flashshot of the flash warband.  she’s unaware of the things iovitus has done, but knows of their gladium ranking. she doesn’t seem bothered by it, and the two grow close, spending more and more time with each other as time goes on. iovitus seems happier. are they? uhhh lol

gratta sort of moves in with iovitus, and eventually she leaves the legions altogether to live with them full time, all while iovitus continues to work – though at a much slower pace than they had been doing previously. they also spend more time in the human city of divinity’s reach, having made a couple of friends due to gratta’s unintentional influence. they have yet to connect with any charr outside of gratta in any meaningful way, still put off by the thought. iovitus also doesn’t really talk about their past unless prompted to, but there’s some things they haven’t told anyone – and they’d like to keep it that way. the thought of their friends – and, primarily, gratta – finding out of their crimes and wrongdoings terrifies them. so they’ll just bury it deep inside of them, and that’s that. it’s not healthy, but iovitus pretends it is. recently, iovitus has learned of their cousin’s occupation as a rift hunter, and are worried for her. it’s dangerous work, and she’s been doing it for a while. iovitus would much rather be doing it with her, to ensure she doesn’t get herself killed. they just don’t really know how to ask. oh, yeah, they also smoke a shit ton of weed, i guess

and that's where things stand currently! who knows what's in store for this kitty cat! wow i sure hope nothing bad happens to them!

[movedto-mastcrmarksman]

-> The Bartons, alcoholism, and violence

Harold Barton verbally abusive to Barney

Clint and Barney as children

The Barton boys parents died in a car crash as a result of Harold's drinking

Barney Barton after beating Clint and almost killing him (Hawkeye: Blindspot)

Harold Barton verbally abusive to Clint

Clint telling Barney while he's standing over him after beating him that "Dad would be proud" (observation that Barney is mirroring what their father use to do)

Edith Barton being taken to go with Harold

Harold Barton, drink in hand, screaming at his son

Harold Barton drinking

Do not reblog unless you are me

[innocentcurse]

Dorothy Prior insight 01/??

Response to prompt 01

Content warnings include death and verbal abuse

Dorothy awoke to the soft, golden light of dawn spilling through the curtains, illuminating the serene room she shared with Elias. Her heart was filled with contentment; Elias had become her anchor, transforming her darkest days into moments of joy and stability, all in a way that Dorothy had never believed possible. A sleepy smile stretched across her face as she realised that he was still in the bed next to her; it was a rare treat for her to wake up while Elias was still asleep.

Wanting to make the most of the comfort of his presence, wanting to bask in his love and his warmth, Dorothy reached out to caress his skin. The smile was stolen from her face the second that her fingertips made contact with Elias' back; instead of finding his soft skin to be warm and inviting, a chilling cold met her touch. Her hand retreated to her own body while her eyes, wide and afraid, stayed fixated on her partner.

His body wasn't rising and falling with life. The sound of his soft breathing couldn't be heard. Dorothy reached out once again, a shaking hand wrapping around his shoulder, and she turned his body towards her. Lifelessly, Elias fell onto his back; his once vibrant face was now pallid and barren, his eyes wide open and unseeing.

Dorothy shrieked, a guttural sound soaked with sheer terror. As her heart sank and broke, the world around her seemed to collapse in on itself. From the shadows of their bedroom, her five sisters materialised, their faces etched with disdain and accusation. Her mother and stepfather appeared beside them, their expression dark and disapproving, their figures looming over Dorothy as if she was still a little girl.

"You break everything you touch," her mother's voice echoed, sharp and unforgiving, filled with venom. "Not only your own life, but everyone else's, too. You've destroyed my life, you've destroyed our entire family, and now you've lost the closest thing to love that you will ever know." All Dorothy could do was sit and receive the berating, paralysed in shock and fear.

"Why do you have to be so different, Dorothy? All you ever do is cause people harm. You'll never have what you want - you don't deserve it, Dorothy. You ruin everything!" Her sisters' voices joined in a cacophony of condemnation. "You're a curse," they intoned.

"You should have left us for good, just like your pathetic human father," her stepfather chimed in. "You'll never fit in with us, and I don't trust you with my daughters." Dorothy's weak frame convulsed with sobs that she hadn't even realised were leaving her as she looked to her sisters - her best friends - and believed everything that her family was telling her.

The room grew colder, the shadows morphing from one family to the next, and suddenly Elias' brother, mother, and father were at the foot of their bed, his parents delicately holding their lifeless son. The Schwartz family had once been her sanctuary, the one place where she felt unconditional love and safety. Now, their eyes were filled with betrayal and anger.

"How could you?" Elias' father demanded, his voice trembling with hurt, a cutting tone that she had never heard from him before. "We trusted you, Dot. We believed that you were good," the father's pain shot agony through Dorothy's entire being; she screamed with her sobs, wailing uncontrollably.

"My baby boy," Elias' mother cried, stroking his hair as she held him. "We trusted him with you, Dorothy, why did you do this to him?" Being witness to a mother's pain brought on a feeling of distress that Dorothy could hardly comprehend.

"We thought you were better than this," Elias' older brother had his say now, looming so tall over her that she felt undoubtedly threatened. "But you'll never be one of us, Dorothy. You're just- you're just a witch! A witch!" He spat viciously.

"Witch! Witch! Witch!" Elias' family chanted. The weight of their accusations pressed down on her, and as they began to advance, their intentions clear and menacing, the room seemed to close in on her. Her heart pounded, her breath coming in shallow and frantic gasps, and without any clue as to what she could do to protect herself, she curled up in a ball, her eyes squeezed painfully shut, and her hands cupped over her ears.

As quickly as the torment had begun, Dorothy felt it fade away. The threatening chill that suffocated her turned to one of emptiness, and the soft fabric of her bedsheets underneath her suddenly felt flawlessly smooth and solid. She opened her tear filled eyes to find herself sitting on a tiled floor. At the tip of her toes in front of her, she saw another's. Breath caught in her throat, Dorothy's neck arched back, and at the sight of her ex-girlfriend's zombie like face, she scrambled backwards and as far away as possible.

"I mean, it was only a matter of time, right?" The deceased woman proposed overly casually. "It's not like you deserve love after what you did to me. You're fucking evil, Dorothy. Sure, I wasn't perfect, but you're vile. You're a cruel, malicious, sick little girl, Dorothy. He's better off like me, so you can stop hurting him. First you hide your magic from him, but what's next? Are you gonna start using it on him next? Isn't that the way you think this goes? One fight and boom-" the words were cut off by a cackle of a laugh that echoed throughout the space hauntingly.

The laughter flew around her like a flock of birds circling a fresh carcass. Dorothy looked up, expecting to see more than empty space filled by the sound, and when she looked back down the only other person in the vast, seemingly unending space was Elias.

Dorothy cried hopelessly, her face dripping with tears, apology, and regret. She was brimming with a multitude of things she wished to express, but upon parting dry, cracked lips, she found not single word. It was as if her voice had been stolen, and the silence broken only by cries was excruciating to sit in.

"Dot..." Dorothy had never heard Elias sound so meek, or so devastated. "Is this really you?"

An uncontrollable scream escaped her, and with it came a blinding light that engulfed her. Dorothy jolted awake, her body trembling as she sat up in her bed once again, her heart racing wildly.

Her room was bathed in the gloomy beginning of a storm, and Elias lay beside her, warm and alive, his steady breathing a balm to her frayed nerves. 'It was just a nightmare,' she thought to herself, and while she knew that to be the truth, tears still welled in her eyes like the trauma endured hadn't only been in her slumber.

She reached out and touched Elias’s warm arm, grounding herself in the reality of his presence. The dream had been a vivid, haunting reflection of her deepest insecurities and fears, but now, in the light of the morning, she clung to the truth of her safety and her love for Elias. The nightmare had ended, and as she pulled him close, she let out a sigh of relief, grateful for the solace of the waking world.

[amethystsoda]

Me: hey mom… maybe you shouldn’t verbally attack dad the minute he walks through the door

Mom: YOU HAVEN’T BEEN MARRIED YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT IT’S LIKE

[silverdeer]

Why did she do that?

If Sylvia hadn't played that stupid game, then she wouldn't have been in that position. And then he wouldn't have played. And he wouldn't have seen how--

How weak she was.

The old, ancient whispers she thought that she had shaken off were back. They reminded her that she was worthless. She always looked for attention. Nobody cares. She doesn't deserve anything.

Sylvia wouldn't blame Athos for never wanting to see her again. Fuck.

[buddy-arc]

yui hcs lets go baby

honor student with a cheery demeanor whose home life absolutely Sucks

she’s rather reserved in quite a few aspects, particularly shy about sharing anything shes passionate about due to ridiculing from her mother

yui knows a lot about animals and is very passionate about thermal-gliding birds in particular. something about being blissfully free to go wherever she wants………

shes a perfectionist. if she messes up anything on the first try she gets so so so upset about it. she does have skill from sheer determination and Sometimes she can be stubborn enough to not give up on something, but that’s rare comparatively

girliepop is not afraid to get in a tussle with other kids if she can’t resolve stuff through speech.

yui is brave enough to snark when cordiality doesn’t work. someone starts getting sarcastic at her and she’ll retort in her cold analytical way

yui is very lightfooted and quiet in movement, and enjoys Loud and Bright things

yes she’s also the girl who would study ppl she finds interesting under a microscope, mostly observing their behaviors from afar and then being able to mentally write a comprehensive essay analyzing them w/ fan theories

physically, she’s got. a couple scars and is missing two of her bottom incisor teeth. she’s also very sensitive to air changes like lots of smoke/etc. shes also rather athletic and is slowly going deaf in one ear

more side effects of her bad home life under cut

she doesn’t tend to connect with people too easily, mostly because she’s scared of doing so

you could pour soup in her lap and she’d apologize to you but also her temper is wildin. she didn’t exactly have the best examples parent wise so she osmosised their Bad Traits…… she tends to bottle things up until she reaches the explosion threshold

also has really Really bad abandonment issues

she is. very scared and skittish around adults though. she Will clam up and have a trauma response if any adult shows displeasure or frustration

[percentstardust]

what caused sam to get the fuck out of town is that her mom was yelling at her and blaming her for shit. she was just....doing the dishes cause tara was hungry. tara was hungry and their mother wasn't doing her job. so, sam was soberish enough to wash the dishes so she could cook for her sister. christina walks in and decides to start yelling and screaming and blaming for no reason other than the fact she was having a bad day so sam is who she wanted to take it out on. sam had half of the dishes washed at this point. she was washing a kitchen knife, doing her best to ignore christina's insults and verbal abuse. and then she said that she wished she never had sam and sam almost snapped. she almost took that knife and used it against her mother. she tossed the knife back into the sink, stormed upstairs, and by the morning she was gone. sam not only has bipolar disorder, but, due to her abandonment issues, i head canon she also has borderline personality disorder. she has anger issues due to that and her mother's verbal abuse was just making everything worse for her mental health wise. she had to get out. she had to leave. she's sorry for abandoning tara, but, she's not sorry for leaving. she got clean. she got help for her mental health. she planned on going back for tara when she was good and ready to.

[nocturnials]

❝ that's not the worst thing i've ever heard but it's certainly up there. ❞ ( silver @ shadow )

[ x. ]

"You act like I care,"

⌦ Right. Shadow often forgets Silver is even a thing. It's probably due to time travelling or the usual, lack of care. Ear twitching, the black hedgehog intensely scanned over the other's features, seeming to catch interest in Silver's emotions being played with like a tennis ball; hit repeatedly with verbal abuse.

"You never specified what you wanted from me."

[musesofthesun]

♂ + How do you feel about Aoi? Do you truly love her?

send "♂ + a question" and my muse's father will answer it.

koji pauses, seeming on the cusp of saying something. his eyes dart around to make sure there are no other prying ears. he pockets his hands and lets out a sigh.

"it was an arranged marriage... i have grown to love aoi, but i have so many bones to pick with her."

if he wasn't such a coward, he would probably be out of that household already. if aoi wasn't able to convince him every time that it could work, he would have taken his kid and left. it never does work. there's always friction. and yet... there's so much going on that he can't do anything about it. especially not with the cavern discovery. he has to stay around and make sure she's safe.

koji rubs his temples.

"i just don't know what to say to that woman anymore."

[crystalsandbubbletea]

Vent Post

CW: Verbal abuse, swearing, driving anxiety

Well fellas today I found out that my driving anxiety is just way to severe. 🙃

Gonna have to talk to my therapist about this.

I blame you for this, mother, after all you yelled at me for the smallest of things I got wrong when I tried driving with you, and now all I can do is associate being behind a wheel with being yelled at.

Grandma's a great driving teacher but I just can't find the courage to believe in myself, or to trust myself.

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.

[expectmcre]

Melissa's father's comment about her not having her feet on the ground since birth deeply impacted her, though she had learned to keep a distance from things over time. Even as an adult, she is concerned about how her family and others perceive her actions and beliefs. She remains sensitive to criticism, particularly when family members use the phrase "Melissa please" to put her in her place. - (Insp. by x-files novel Devil’s Advocate)

Additional: It took her a hospital stay when she was shot and a follow-up stroke during the emergency surgery to close that chapter for herself and move on without having to be reminded of what Ahab told her when she was a teenager. - (for the canon divergent verses)

[sirensought]

❛  of  course.  ❜  eric's  voice  is  soft,  calm.  he  doesn't  want  ariel  to  be  worried  or  afraid  to  tell  him  anything.  she  should  have  someone  she  shouldn't  have  to  hide  things  from.  even  if  whatever  she  has  to  say  may  upset  him.  he  can  control  whatever  emotion  what  she  has  to  say  stirs.  

❛  ariel,  ❜  there's  a  slight  frown  on  his  expression,  ❛  that's  terrible.  and  unfair.  i'm  so  sorry  you  had  to  deal  with  that.  ❜  he  wants  to  be  angry  at  her  father—  what  he'd  done  wasn't  fair,  destroying  her  collection  because  he  couldn't  control  his  anger.  he  doesn't  express  anger  though,  he  doesn't  want  to  upset  ariel,  the  last  thing  she  needed  was  to  experience  more  anger.  ❛  does  he  know  that's  the  reason  you  went  to  ursula?  did  you  ever  tell  him  that?  ❜

there's a faint pause at the mention of hiding things from her family. Ariel had hidden so many things from them. it had become a natural talent after awhile. she hadn't wanted them to know anything about her love for the human world out of fear that they'd berate her or belittle her. she'd only opened up a few times only to be lectured. she wasn't interest in having that happen again when she had entered her teen years.

"can I tell you something about daddy and you not be cross," she asked. she wasn't certain if she ever had truly opened up with Eric about the anger that her father could display. "he'd get so angry with me that one time he destroyed my entire collection -- it's what sent me to Ursula. I couldn't handle the anger anymore."

[chaos-potat]

⚠WARNING⚠

This chapter contains homophobic language and verbal abuse

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

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

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[steam-beasts]

What a lovely brotherly bond!

Duncan loves his brother! :)

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