#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

[timeclipsed]

— ;; BRASH SHOUTING ATOP COARSE MANHANDLING sets the unfortunate scene of what should be an airy, placid new year within the shop. Alternating between pulling on Chronos’ ear and yanking at his bicep, the Doctor has begun his typical tirade of laying into the boy, thickly coating the fragility of his already glass self-esteem with vitriolic insults, spat at him like an acidic poison melting holes into any defenses he puts up.

❝You stupid, worthless brat— you insolent dull-witted waste of oxygen! What did you think would happen, inviting one of your little friends over here?! Did you really think you were that worth the stress?❞

❝I-I—❞ Caught between I didn't do it and I don't know him, he sputters to give an answer through weak-willed heaves, ❝—I don't know what happened! I've never even met that man until today!❞

— ;; NARROWING EYES BEHIND GLEAMING SPECTACLES bore into him with ire, and a free hand turns around to mercilessly collide with the boy's face, sending him staggering sideways and nearly dropping Chi, his only grace coming in the form of the twisted savior holding him in a vicegrip. Breaths leave in loud gasps, tears spilling down his face. Following the cry of pain, he almost begins to call out.

❝Don’t,❞ command stopping him short, Robotnik's voice speaks over his own, ❝don't you start crying for your precious father again! That pesky hedgehog is nothing more than a distant memory and he's never coming for you, so you'd best make it your goal this new year to put him out of your mind for good!❞

— ;; SOBS FREELY ECHO WHEN SUCH harshness thrashes the dim hopes he's still clinging onto, that display of pain only resulting in another stinging smack to his face. Fully yanking on his ear at this point, the Doctor drags his unwitting victim towards a set of stairs angled downwards rather than the familiar ones that arrive upstairs to the safety of his bedroom.

❝And until you can let go of those worthless childhood fantasies and keep your little friends from mouthing off to me like that again, you can stay down in the basement!❞

❝No, no— please, not again— p-please, I didn't do it—! D-Doctor—❞

— ;; DEAFENED PLEAS ARE FURTHER SILENCED at the haunting song of the old rickety door creaking open, creating a direct pathway into cold darkness, and promptly replaced with a petrified shout coupling with the painful sounds of tumbling down wooden stairs.

Slam.

Curled around Chi to keep its form safe, Chronos is quick to recover, dashing up the stairs to bang on the door in a panic, fists clenched tight enough to bruise palms.

❝Let me out! Doctor! Please! Please let me out! I h-hate it in here! Come back!❞

— ;; SINKING SHAKILY ONTO GELID CONCRETE at the top of the steps, Chronos simply just… holds himself. Allowing the sobs to break free from his tightened throat, reverberating into the nothingness all around. He sobs, and wails, and begs, pleading in all his misery for someone to come for him.

But they don't. They never do.

[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

[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."

[timeclipsed]

— ;; OVERPOWERED, OUTSPOKEN AND DEFEATED IN all aspects, it's foolhardy to so much as consider opening his mouth again, if only to preserve what little dignity and physical stability he has left beneath Tails' foot. Nothing stops the smugness that emanates, however, oozing venomous vitriol in a stannic attempt to reclaim his clutch on the situation. Damage control that only grows more collateral with each word for all but himself.

❝Oh yes! Go on, then, boy. Scuttle off with your little saviors. We'll see how well that works out for you after a few weeks.❞ Glued solely onto Chronos, that unwavering gaze challenges the little bit of autonomy he's gained from the situation. ❝I'm the only one who can tolerate keeping you around! You'll be back when they realize just how twisted and terrible you really are.❞

— ;; HUGGING KIT CLOSER, THE INVITATION extended by Tails seems to be wordlessly accepted as Chronos twists on a foot and scuttles out of the room, rushing towards the stairs. Visibly, audibly, those broken sobs haunt the darkened hallways. Robotnik's voice calls after, further damning him into the fuscous hole of self-loathing.

❝And don't cry if the Zone Cops come banging on your door about an anonymous tip they received regarding a certain enemy fugitive that's evaded their grasp for a year and a half!❞

Tails is silent for a moment. Between Kit's threat, Robotnik's attempt at emotional manipulation and Chronos' own breakdown, he had a lot to juggle. But all in all, none of it changed the simple fact of the matter;

Tails didn't care.

A foot is planted firmly onto Robotnik's metal arm as Tails leans in closer to the Doctor, aiming to keep him pinned. "...You spend all this time trying to manipulate a child into giving you what you want. And the second you lose control of the situation, you flounder. You try to appeal to my sense of fatherhood, when that's what's driving me to do this in the first place." His tone is low - angry, but a quiet rage that he seems to have largely under control.

"It's funny... where I'm from, my Robotnik is the one who took off my arm. And I forgave him when he decided he was going to go into hiding. I've seen that there's a real human in there somewhere... but when I look at you, all I see is a sad excuse for a scientist, chasing phantoms."

He looks up at Chronos and Kit. He didn't doubt that what Robotnik was saying was true - maybe there was something dangerous about these kids. But in his eyes, the only real danger was leaving them like this.

He takes a deep breath. "...Even if everything he's said is true... I'm not going to sit by and let him continue his projects. If he has to hurt someone to get what he wants, then it deserves intervention. If you two don't want to come with me, then I will walk out and leave right now. But all I want is to offer you both a way out of this. Somewhere he can't hurt you anymore.

"I'm not asking for your trust... but I care for your safety, and I've seen too much of what's happened here to sit idly by any longer."

[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.....

First (ever) | Last | Next (written) First anniversary comic

[steam-beasts]

What a lovely brotherly bond!

Duncan loves his brother! :)

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

[howlsofbloodhounds]

I was always so confused on how did color and killer hang out together, as in, doesn't nightmare get mad or something?

Heres this comic.

But yes, Nightmare does get angry. To the point of becoming violently physically abusive and controlling, willing to violate Killer’s autonomy, soul, and mind to maintain control. It’s implied after this that Color and Killer only ever meet up in secret. Secret, forbidden friendship.

[ingravinoveritas]

(CW: Child abuse.) Leaving the grocery store this afternoon, there was a woman walking ahead of me with her daughter, probably 8 or 9 years old, who was holding two packages of bread. The mother was on the phone, with Airpods in her ears, and loudly, nastily complaining about the little girl to the person on the phone, as if she wasn't even there. "She keeps swinging my bread!" she spat, and the little girl looked back at me. At one point, she accidentally dropped one of the packages and picked it up, to which her mother responded by snapping "Give me my damn bread!" and snatching the package out of her hands.

As we walked to the parking lot, the girl kept looking back at me with so much sadness in her eyes, and I kept looking at her. I desperately wanted to say something, but all I could do was wave to her. To let her know that I saw her. And I sat in my car before I left and just cried. I don't understand how anyone can ever think it's okay to talk to a child like that, and if you're someone who does, you should probably not have children, ever...

[what-have-i-unleashed]

24 blud........ i'm eagerly awaiting ✨✨✨ (take your time :3)

tricycle..... i'm not sure what the one-word prompt here is, but i'd assume it's "gay"

24. love and war - fleurie

Lover, hunter, friend and enemy You will always be every one of these Nothing's fair in love and war

PROMPT: GAY

(cw: toxic relationship, verbal abuse)

“you know why you’re here, don’t you?” horror’s voice rings through the air, rumbling and venomous. “it’s because this is all you’ll ever deserve. me. killer. this. you think someone like you gets a happy ending? wake up already – you’re a fucking terrible person.”

murder’s breath hitches, his jaw tightening as his fists balled at his sides. “that’s not true,” he mutters under his breath.

“isn’t it?” horror laughs. “look at you. you’re a walking disaster. everything you touch, you ruin. you’re a monster pretending to be something better, but no one’s buying it.”

“i’m not!” murder snaps, his voice cracking. “i’m not like you, or him. i am better. i can be better.”

horror steps forward, his grin widening as he sees murder flinches. “oh, you’re better, aren’t you? then why haven’t you left yet? is it because no one else has taken you in except for us? face it, murder. you belong here because no one else wants you. you’re a broken, dangerous freak, and this is as good as it gets for you.”

“shut up.” murder’s voice drops, low and dangerous. his entire body is trembling with magic crackling around him like a brewing lightning storm. his eyes are wild, and horror has a feeling they’re not fully focused on him.

“or what?” horror presses, his voice rising, his words dripping with cruel delight. “what are you gonna do? prove me right? show me exactly how unhinged you are? go ahead, babe. take a swing. let’s see if you can succeed in finishing something for once in your goddamn life.”

murder takes a step forward, his breathing ragged, his eyes so blown out horror wonders why they haven’t popped yet. for a moment, murder’s hand twitches, lifting just enough that horror tenses.

but then, the hooded skeleton stares at a spot next to horror’s head, his hand unsure whether it wants to close or open. murder grits his teeth then suddenly jumps away from horror.

“i’m not-” murder stammers, his voice cracking. he stumbles back, clutching his head. “i’m not like this. i’m not!”

“pathetic,” horror says, his voice cutting through murder’s spiraling thoughts. “you can’t even stand your ground. what – thinking of running away again?”

murder’s breath comes in shuddering gasps. he turns on his heel and bolts, shoving the door open so hard it slams against the wall.

horror calls after him. “yeah, run! that’s all you’re good for, isn’t it? running away when you can’t take it anymore!”

the sound of murder’s footsteps echoes down the hall, frantic and uneven.

horror stands there, his chest heaving, the room too quiet now. the cruel smile on his face falls as he stands in the silence. he clenches his teeth and grips the crack in his head, muttering to himself.

just outside the door, killer leans lazily against the wall, one hand idly toying with his knife. “good show,” he comments dryly, his voice almost bored. “think you’ll break him next time, or is this your limit?”

horror shoots him a glare but doesn’t respond. he turns away, shoving his hands into his pockets. no matter how hard he tries, he can’t seem to block out the sting of regret that lingers, faint and unwelcome.