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one-abuse-survivor · 2 years

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Hey!!! Dissociation anon here with absolutely wonderful news!!! It's been a crazy couple of months filled with university applications and a depression spiral, but yesterday it was confirmed that I managed to squeeze into a scholarship place!!! I'm going to university for free!!! For medicine!! I camped in the uni until like 6 pm to make sure I made it in on a scholarship, it was crazy

And it's in another city like, four hours from when I currently live, so I'll be moving out of my abusive house (though they will probably demand that I go back there on weekends, but that's a problem future me will have to worry about)!! Unfortunately, the good news haven't been without some drama: for example, when I came home (after spending ten fucking hours travelling to the uni and back & staying there) my brother tried to make it about himself and ruined everyone's mood & my mother is now playing the "oh no, you're leaving!" game despite being the one who constantly screamed about how horrible of a person I'll be if she'll have to pay for my education , but oh well, fuck them, I'm celebrating! Now I just have to deal with, well, my first year of university, and any more drama that my family can throw at me. But it'll probably be more manageable from a 200 km distance!)

Nonnie I am so happy for you! That is amazing news!!! Congrats! 😍❤️

Ugh, sorry they immediately ruined the mood and made such stupid and unnecessary comments. I'm really glad you're celebrating anyway, because you've so earned it! 4h away, that's so good, and I really hope it means you won't have to go back every single weekend! Seeing as you're studying medicine, you can always use studying as an excuse to not go—any degree makes you busy enough to not have time to travel weekly, but medicine even more so 😅

I can't wait for you to move there and be away from your family. I hope looking for a place to live goes as smoothly as possible. Best of luck! ❤️

#ask #Dissociation anon #Depression tw #Abuse tw #Abusive parents #Abusive mother tw #Abusive brother tw #Emotional abuse tw #Guilt tripping tw

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ghostslimu · 10 months

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reblog if you have narcissistic eyes and dark energy

#npd stigma #cluster b #tw narcissistic abuse #npd #my brother.....

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very-uncorrect · 2 months

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When they first started travelling together Tails would run off and hide somewhere whenever he was scared since he still didn't trust anyone to fully protect him and was still scared that Sonic's kindness may be temporary and that he'd abandon him at some point.

One day, after enough time has passed since Sonic took him in, he finally fully realises that Sonic has fully intended to be his guardian since about 2 seconds after they first met

Not long after a super violent thunderstorm rolls in and Tails runs to Sonic for protection, snuggling into him, hiding his face in the other's chest, whilst Sonic is trying not to vibrate in excitement because holy shit his kid finally trusts him to protect him after so long

#whilst petting him to calm him down he accidentally brushed his hand against his two tails #and before then tails was super sensitive to any touch on his tails due to how much they were injured by the people on west side #(and humself in a few situations)#but this time tails doesn't jerk back. instead he just snuggles further into them #and sonic is so goddamn giddy like he trusts me he TRUSTS ME HE TRUSTS ME!!!!!!!!!#sonic the hedgehog #miles tails prower #tails the fox #sonic and tails #tw abuse #tw child abuse #unbreakable bond #cosmic truth #they're brothers your honor #that's his kid #sonic was never gonna give up on him #it's like when the stray kitten you adopted purrs for the first time #dadnic

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pianokantzart · 7 months

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The Line of Fire

Luigi seems to be the only one who notices that the "Mario" wandering around The Mushroom Kingdom isn't really Mario. To make things worse, whoever the imposter is seems fully aware of Luigi's position, and is intent on doing whatever is necessary to threaten him into silence.

Another work based on the body swap concept from @elitadream. It has a firm grip on my brain and won't let go. Take care to check the tags for trigger warnings!

Word Count: 4307

Also available on Ao3: X

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It was late in the afternoon when Luigi finally made it home. He tried to look natural as he walked up the front steps of his little cottage on the outskirts of town, carrying a large bag of groceries in each arm, squeezing them tightly to himself every time his sensitive nerves picked up in the slightest little rustle of the grass or shadow cast by the clouds overhead. Glancing nervously over each shoulder he stepped to the front door, then– like a nervous animal– rushed across the threshold and kicked the door shut behind him.

In the familiar confines of his house, he felt no safer. He hurried into the kitchen and tried to ease himself with his usual tasks of putting away groceries and sweeping the floors, but it was no good. Whenever he successfully buried his fear, an equally powerful sense of guilt took its place. Here he was, going about his business like usual, as though his brother’s location and well-being weren’t a morbid mystery. Like something cruel and terrible hadn’t stolen him away and taken his place… Luigi set the broom aside and rubbed his temples, trying to think of what more he could do that he had not already done. What attempt he could make that wouldn’t jeopardize innocent lives? It was crucial to tread carefully, but it didn’t help that he barely even understood what was going on in the first place.

This thing that had taken his brother’s place… the “Not-Mario” he had come to call it… was, from what he could tell, a near-perfect imitation of his brother in appearance and abilities. Luigi had a few theories: some sort of shapeshifter, a facsimile created from magic, or something had stolen Mario’s body directly, and was now puppeting it for their own devices. He suspected the latter and was half-certain of the culprit. There was a startling familiarity to that hellish glint in what used to be his brother’s eyes, but he didn’t dare yet call the thing masquerading as Mario “Bowser.” It felt far too early to make assumptions. He only knew a few things for certain: Mario was in terrible trouble, there was something pretending to be Mario, the Not-Mario knew that he knew the truth, and nobody else seemed to see through the ruse. The doppelganger had assured him that the real Mario was still alive. It was implied in equal measure that Mario’s survival would be determined by whether or not the truth got out. He also threatened Princess Peach, the neighboring toads, and everyone else he could use as leverage, knowing Luigi had no desire to test whether or not he was bluffing.

Uncertainty and doubt knotted Luigi’s heart, endless questions eating away at him when he was steadily pulled from his thoughts by a spot of red appearing in the corner of his eye.

He turned and let out a yelp of surprise. There stood Mario’s body, void of Mario’s spirit, leaning against the doorway of their kitchen, glaring at him with those strange eyes. When did he come in? How long had he been in here? Why had he come here?

Throughout this entire ordeal, one of the few kindnesses Not-Mario had granted him was staying away from their home. This was a selfish comfort, of course, “Mario”’s absence merely meant that he was too busy doing who-knows-what elsewhere. Luigi nervously reexamined his brother’s face, hoping to find some faint glimmer of the man he’d grown up with, but if anything it had only gotten stranger since he had last seen it… sunken and tired, like he hadn’t slept at all.

Before Luigi could ask, Mario’s voice interrupted with a simple command: “Living room. Now.” “What?… Why can’t we talk here?” Not-Mario gave no response, he simply walked off, leaving Luigi feeling stupid for so much as posing the question. Of course not. Where they talked was not the point, the point was establishing at every opportunity who was in control.

Luigi anxiously stepped into the living room, and at once found himself being approached aggressively by his brother’s body, boxing him toward the back of the room where a couch and an easy chair sat in a small half-circle around a television set. “Where were you today?” Not-Mario Growled. Luigi braced himself against the arm of the couch. “I went to the marketplace. You know, to get groceries?” Not-Mario was unswayed. “Where else?”

Luigi gripped his arm and averted his eyes. No way. He was certain he’d been careful. He’d made sure he wasn’t followed. He knew the toad he handed the letter to, made him promise to keep it a secret. He’d done everything right! “N-nowhere else! I mean, I did take a little walk before making my way home.” “A walk? Did your little detour happen to bring you near Peach’s castle?” Luigi felt his heart drop as Not-Mario pulled a familiar envelope from his overall pocket. He held it up and stared daggers; a taunting, hateful grin spreading across his face. “It’s embarrassing, really. Don’t you know the palace guards have better things to do than deliver your mail for you?…”

On impulse, Luigi lept to snatch the envelope, but his opponent proved too quick, immediately catching him by the shirt collar and thrusting him backward, sending him toppling over into his old recliner with such force that he could feel the chair springs snap under him. “Sit down .” The demand was sharp and booming, the undercurrent of rage Not-Mario had carried with him since he first appeared bubbling to the surface. Luigi stayed seated, watching with held breath and a pounding heart as the thing with his brother's face tore open the sealed envelope, and read aloud the letter enclosed:

“Princess Peach, I hope this letter finds you well. I would like nothing more than to explain the situation in person, but I am in no position to do so without endangering your safety. Be wary of Mario, he is not who he seems to be. Keep one eye open at all times, and take care you aren’t left alone under any circumstances. I will do my best to find out what’s happening. I’ll contact you again once I have a better grasp of what to do. Until then, for the sake of The Mushroom Kingdom, remain vigilant.

Dutifully yours, – Luigi”

As he finished reading the letter, he turned his focus to the author, gauging his response. Luigi stayed where he was, putting on a poor performance of remaining calm as sweat trickled down his face and his chest pounded.

Not-Mario sighed and tucked the letter back into the envelope.

“You should be thankful this never made it into Peach’s hands. The moment she starts getting suspicious, I’ll have to start taking drastic measures.”

“H-how did you get that?” Luigi finally managed, clutching his knees in an attempt to hide the way his hands shook.

“You gambled the lives of your loved ones so you can play ‘hero,’ and you think you’re in a position to ask questions?”

With a flick of the wrist, the man in red ignited firebrand and rendered the envelope to ashes. Luigi watched the pieces scatter across the living room, catching one of them in his hands as though a part of him hoped his failed attempt to find help could be somehow pieced back together. “You know,” Mario’s voice continued, “there’s a rumor that you’re in the middle of some sort of nervous breakdown. Though I suppose it was only a matter of time… you aren’t exactly known for your mental fortitude, and your recent head injury hasn’t helped things either.”

“Head injury?” Luigi barely managed the question when saw Mario’s form rushing toward him, hardly giving him time to even register what was happening before a gloved hand gripped his face with enough force to rattle his teeth, tore him from his seat, and threw him across the room with unprecedented power. Luigi’s body crashed like a rag doll into the TV set, his back bruising on the edge of the console, his skull shattering the screen. He lay there for a moment on the heap of cracked wood and glass, struggling to lift himself up, the world spinning around him as his vision turned white with pain. A laugh filled the air, such a horrible laugh, clashing with a voice of warm familiarity to create something grotesque and alien. “Nobody in this kingdom believes in you. Your only redeeming quality is that you live under the same roof as I do.” It sneered. “Tell me, do you ever wonder how often Mario took solace in your little neighbors? Finally able to speak plainly about how hard it is being followed around by his quivering imbecile of a brother?” Luigi didn’t answer. His sibling’s stolen voice was laced with poison, but he refused to swallow. He owed Mario at least that small dignity. The voice prattled on. “We seem to be on pretty cozy terms… I’ve apparently earned their unwavering faith. That is not something I intend to squander.” These words made Luigi’s blood run cold. He scrambled to a standing position despite the pain that still rattled his skull. Seeing Mario’s body walking toward the exit, he called out. “What are you going to do?” The question was ignored, and all at once Luigi felt more terrified of seeing the imposter leave than he was of his presence. If this was Bowser, as he suspected, surely a minor concussion wouldn’t be the only consequence of his attempt to seek help. What of the toad guard he had given the letter to? What of the princess herself? What about The Mushroom Kingdom, too safe and cozy to even install locks on their doors? blissfully unaware of the monster that wandered amongst them?

“Wait!” Luigi called again, taking a few stumbling steps after the body of his brother. “I need to know you won’t hurt anyone!”

At this, Not-Mario stopped just short of gripping the handle and turned to Luigi with his brows raised. “First you demand answers, now you want me to make promises?”

“Yes! Swear you won’t hurt anyone. Otherwise, I’ll… I’ll…” Luigi stumbled over his words. He wrung his hands and swallowed a lump in his throat, gathering together what little courage he could scrounge from the growing pit in his stomach. What would Mario do? What would Mario do? Pull yourself together, do what Mario would do! He released a heavy breath as he sank into a fighting stance, a crackle of electricity rolling along the fingers of his gloves, the hair beneath his cap fluttering with static. “... I’ll… I’ll make sure you don’t hurt anyone.”

It was a wild gambit, but all he wished to do was relay a message. Yes, he was weak, yes, he was terrified, but he was just strong enough and brave enough to get in the way. There was still one hero left in The Mushroom Kingdom, and whoever this imposter was, he couldn’t just wander around and do whatever he wished.

This time, Luigi was prepared when Not-Mario rushed at him, and he met the attack with a blast of bright blue electricity.

He had no intention of causing serious damage– if this was his brother’s body, he was going to need it back in the best condition possible– but he did hope to incapacitate him. If luck was on his side, perhaps he could get enough of an upper hand to restrain him. Then what? He didn’t know if any of the toads would believe him, but perhaps if he could just get Princess Peach to see the imposter– ask him questions, look into his eyes, confirm for the sake of everyone that he wasn’t Mario– they could figure out a plan to get the real Mario back! Mario’s body seized up under the shock but didn’t fall, and though the muscles of his face stiffened his expression showed no hint of pain. Barely perturbed, he barreled into Luigi with full force, knocking him flat on his back. Before Luigi could recover he felt the full weight of the man bearing down on top of him, and two large powerful hands wrapped tightly around his throat. Mario was strong, stronger than Luigi remembered, which was certainly saying something. Luigi knew his brother always held back whenever they sparred– fun, playful fights meant to do nothing more than hone their skills– but the strength he possessed now almost didn’t make sense. It felt more akin to the motions of an unwavering machine than that of a man. It pushed forward with reckless abandon, shrugging off Luigi’s struggles and blows with the resilience of a brick wall. Gasping for air, Luigi sent another charge into Mario’s body, feeling the current surge through his arms back into his own throat, and yet these efforts only seemed to tighten the grip around his windpipe. As the seconds ticked on with agonizing slowness, his struggles became more mindless and desperate as his mind clouded, his vision darkening, the electricity flashing from his hands fading into faint sparks as the adrenaline of battle turned into an animalistic fight for consciousness.

He didn’t want to die here. Luigi was not ignorant of his own mortality, but he wanted to go out in a way that would’ve made Mario proud. If he had only successfully delivered the letter, had alerted the citizens of what was happening… even just put up enough of a fight to put the doppelganger in his place… he wanted to have gone down doing something– anything of use. He’d failed at every turn, and now he was going to die, strangled to death by the very hands that carried him when he was injured, held him close when he was scared, and dragged him repeatedly out of the jaws of danger. Luigi’s last coherent thought was a prayer that Mario would be okay, before every sensation thinned out into nothingness, and the whole world turned black.

“Well, that was a waste of my time .”

Bowser let out a tired huff as he looked down at the unconscious body of his enemy’s brother. Luigi lay perfectly still, save for the slight rise and fall of his chest, his bruised throat making a slight wheezing sound with every inhale and exhale. Satisfied that his opponent was down for the count, Bowser took the time to examine the damage that had been done to his own body. Pulling up his sleeves he found red burns, shaped like tree branches, stretching along his forearms up to his shoulders. Bowser flexed his limbs, confirming they worked the same as usual, though he knew they would likely hurt a great deal if he was in a position to feel pain. He was thankful the markings didn’t extend any further than they did. So long as he wore his usual long-sleeved shirt, nobody would see the injuries or ask questions. He rolled his sleeves back up and knelt beside Luigi, paying especially close attention to the darkening marks appearing along his throat. He felt a powerful urge to once again wrap his hands around that scrawny little neck and finish the job, not because of the threat he posed, or the insolence he had displayed, but the idea of delivering the corpse to the real Mario… seeing the look on his face… was just too delicious not to revel in. But no, right now the threat Luigi posed to his plans did not compare with the suspicion it’d elicit if he disappeared. Despite Bowser’s claims, the surrounding Toads were already inquiring about Luigi’s absence and well-being. Just today, a wrinkled old codger named Enoki approached him to ask whether Luigi would be able to play cards with him that weekend. Bowser had done his best to imitate Mario’s intonations when he explained Luigi was “not feeling well” with feigned concern, so forced he felt on the verge of biting off his own tongue. Thankfully, Enoki bought the claim wholeheartedly, and even gave him a bag of loose-leaf tea to take home “for his brother's nerves.” Bowser accepted with a feigned thankfulness and threw the gift into the nearest garbage once he was out of the old man’s line of sight.

At length, Luigi’s eyes fluttered open. Seeing his brother’s form standing over him, his gaze widened. He shuddered under a fresh wave of fear, and little bolts of electricity sparked across his skin. Bowser huffed. “I suppose you’re wondering why you’re not dead?” Luigi didn’t speak. He clutched his throat with one hand and tried to push himself upright with the other, head lowered and eyes shut in apparent expectation of another attack.

“Don’t be so paranoid,” Bowser continued “You’d be far more of an inconvenience dead than alive. A nobody creates far less stir than the corpse of a nobody. But you did just try to attack me. What do you think I should do about that?”

Again, Luigi said nothing. While Bowser had initially enjoyed his fear-stricken silence, it began to feel more like defiance than submission. Seeing the plumber attempt to get to his feet, Bowser knocked the hat from his head with a sharp kick to the back of his skull and grabbed a fistful of hair. Forgetting his own shortness of stature, Bowser tried to lift Luigi all the way off the ground by his scalp. When all he could manage was to drag him halfway to his knees, he chose instead to twist his head at a purposefully painful angle.

“Answer me.” Luigi winced. His lip quivered as though he was trying to say something, but all that he managed was a pathetic squeak. Bowser leaned in closer to his “brother,” his lips unsettlingly close to his ear as he asked in a low growl: “Maybe if you’re so intent on imitating your sibling, I should bring you a little piece of him for inspiration? A few fingers, perhaps? Or better yet, one of his eyes…” This was a bluff, of course. The real Mario was imprisoned deep within The Darklands, chained up inside the hulking body Bowser used to inhabit. Though the thought of carrying out the threat was tantalizing, there could come a point where he’d need his old body back, and if Mario felt as disconnected from that body as he felt in this one, then mutilating him would be a waste. But Luigi didn’t know that. That was made clear by his reaction.

“No!” A hoarse plea finally burst from the man’s mouth. He clasped the hand that gripped his hair to ease the pain but didn’t dare struggle beyond that. “Please don’t! I’m sorry.”

Bowser tugged Luigi’s head back to better examine his face. Tears were already forming in his eyes, pouring down his cheeks. Disgusting. He’d forgotten this one was a cryer. It was easy to forget, for he had never known anyone of worth who cried. Junior was an exception, of course, but he was a still child– new to the world and his own emotions. Luigi was a grown man, a hero, allegedly, and yet he whimpered and sniffled as though it would garner any sort of pity. “You’re what?” Bowser growled. “Say that again.” “I’m sor-”

Bowser interrupted the second attempt at an apology by slamming his knee into Luigi’s stomach. He released him then, allowing him to crumble back to the floor at his feet. “Huh, I didn’t quite hear that. Say it again.”

Luigi’s whole body shivered, trying its best to cling to consciousness in its renewed struggle for air. “I’m… s-sorry.”

“Again. Louder.”

“I’m sorry!” Luigi’s voice steadily rose in pitch and volume as his breath returned to him, the tears in his throat and the bruises on his windpipe cracking his speech. “I’m sorry!”

The shrieky tone elicited a chuckle of genuine amusement from Bowser. After the stress of masquerading in his hated enemy's body for so long, seeing someone regard him with the fear and deference he deserved was a long-awaited bit of gratification. Taking advantage of the situation, Bowser made a little game of seeing how many times he could elicit an apology, and, of course, a crucial element of the fun was seeing to it Luigi stayed on the floor at his feet. Whenever the plumber tried to stand or crawl away, a sharp kick to the ribs or a stomp planted into the square of his back would send him back down to the ground.

But by “I’m sorry” number fifty-eight, Bowser grew bored.

So, with confident idleness, he abandoned Luigi in order to look around his nemesis’ home in search of fresh inspiration for what was to be done. Funny as the groveling was, there was a chance Luigi’s change of behavior wouldn’t last long. He didn’t trust him not to delude himself into attempting another “heroic” stunt once left to his own devices. It was crucial to get the message through. It didn’t take long for Bowser to find the staircase. The upper story was a bigger disappointment than the lower one, made up of only a shared bedroom and a bathroom, connected by a narrow hallway. Their cottage as a whole was far too small and simple for his liking, even when he was as physically diminutive as Mario. After all he had done for The Mushroom Kingdom, he should’ve at least been granted a small castle of his own.

Bowser entered the bedroom and looked around, wondering if there was anything there of value or information to be gleaned. No good, everything was trivial: comics and fantasy novels on the shelf, posters for small local bands hanging on the wall, multiple pairs of the same stupid overalls hanging in the closet. Atop the little table between matching red and green beds, there were a number of paper crafts. They were shoddily made… no doubt gifts by the local children. In a moment of impulse, Bowser ignited firebrand and released a little red flame to crawl across the corner of one of the paper stars. Finding a strange comfort in the sight, he allowed the fire to steadily spread to the other origami structures, and when its light began to fade he reinvigorated it with the flick of his hand. He ignited two more fires for good measure, one on the corner of Mario’s bed, another on the corner of Luigi’s, where the flames eagerly climbed up the downy quilts, swallowing the vibrant colors and filling the air with smoke.

He neither noticed nor cared when Luigi raced up the stairs. By the time the man in green had arrived, the fire had spread to the walls and the carpet, the rising flames painting little black spots on the ceiling.

“Looks like I was a little careless.” Bowser shrugged, watching the room burn with perfect calmness, “you may want to do something about this if you want to save your house.” Once Luigi overcame the paralysis of horror and disbelief, he disappeared back down the stairs. He was only gone for a few moments before he returned, armed with a fire extinguisher. Bowser stepped aside, allowing him to dive into the room and spray it down with a thick layer of white foam. When the smoke cleared and the heat died down, Bowser got a better look at his handiwork. The framework of the house still stood strong, but there was not a thing in the bedroom that the fire hadn’t marred, the vibrant reds and greens dulled and charred from the blaze, every furnishing and appurtenance disfigured. In the middle of it all was Luigi, holding the now empty fire extinguisher. He was making a valiant attempt to hide that he was crying again, harder than before, wiping at his face with his sleeve, airborne ash mingling with his tears, streaking his cheeks with soot. Bowser rolled his eyes. “I suppose you’d better get to work fixing this. Given your mental state, a project this big should help you occupy your troubled mind.” He nudged Luigi’s shoulder with a mocking friendliness, reveling in the way he tensed beneath his hand. “It’s probably best that you stay at home, anyway. And you will be staying home from now on, right?”

Luigi’s arms tightened around the fire extinguisher. Bowser readied himself, just in case the plumber suffered another flash of impulsive bravery and tried to swing it at him. But Luigi pulled no such stunt… he simply lowered his head and nodded.

Satisfied, Bowser left without another word. Heading down the stairs and crossing through the shattered remains of the living room, he shut the door firmly behind him before he hurried down the steps of “his” home, and headed back down the road toward the glimmering pink castle in the distance.

The first order of business would be to go into town and make sure whatever toads had seen the smoke were reassured that everything was under control; that the fire didn’t do much damage, and was “more smoke than flames.” Then, he would meet with the squadron of Koopas he had successfully snuck behind the palace walls. After exchanging intel, he would select a few to watch the outside of Mario’s house and ensure Luigi honored the agreement.

Halfway back to his destination, Bowser rolled up his sleeves slightly to reexamine the electric burns on his arms. He frowned, wondering if he had been too lenient. Luigi was no Mario, but the fact that he tried defying him at all was worthy of concern. Bowser decided then that at the next hint of insolence, the very slightest sign of defiance, Luigi would officially no longer be worth the trouble of keeping around.

In the meantime, however, he was at the very least entertaining.

#Super Mario Brothers #Bowser #Luigi #Strangulation TW #My Writing #tw: strangulation #tw: abuse #tw: violence #again... not my au. Not my rules. Just my two cents on how the situation could go down

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topazpearl · 1 year

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the FREAKING!!!! PARALLELS here!!! CANNOT BE UNDERSTATED...!!

yukine coming to rescue yato so that yato doesn’t have the same fate he did...!!!!! iM FINE!!!!!!!!

#yato & yukine are father & son but also Brothers in Trauma im freaking!!!!! crying obsessed #noragami #noragami spoilers #noragami 104.2 #noragamiveblog #ramblings #i feel like i need some tw for child abuse or child death here idk #its noragami you know the drill

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one-abuse-survivor · 2 years

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Hi, disassociation anon here! Ah, it seems when I actually gain some footing in my life, the world around me crumbles😅 Aka, guess who's stuck on the wrong side of the russian-ukrainian war and now has to deal with my abusive brother being violently pro-patriotic and an increased amount of conflicts and abuse going on in the house because of the ideological differences and the economy slowly crumbling around us. My plans to go to a desired uni fell through because of the sanctions, everything is slowly going to shit and half of the essentials are missing from shops, but somehow I'm able to keep my cool despite still planning to go into medicine, which would mean that if things go to shit completely I'll be among the first ones they'll send to die (doctors are technically part of the military here and are immediately summoned in case of a conflict)

Despite all of... Well, that, I only disassociatied like once, and that was for a short two hours! For some reason, this is the time my positive outlook on life, which was lost about 10 years ago, decided to return. Probably as a coping mechanism lmao but not complaining

And how are you doing?)

Hi! Disassociation anon here with an unfortunate update, this one will get heavy✌🏻

Things only keep getting worse and worse - not only in the country, but also in my house. My family, who had already been capital A assholes before complete with racism, homophobia, transphobia as well as shitty abusive personalities have been brainwashed by the propaganda (it's insane, I've literally heard my mother say that genocide is okay, what the fuck). Soooo due to that their violent tendencies have exploded.

In the past two weeks my brother has: come home shaking with rage and screamed that he would kill our mother and then himself by the end of the day (I texted some friends and prepared to run if shit hit the fan), stated that he "should've killed me the first time he pointed a gun at me", has started to regularly attempt to harm me and threaten to hurt me or break my bones, and now he's brought another gun in the house claiming that it "needed maintenance". Ha. As if I can't see through his bullshit. So anyway now I regularly have to worry if my own family member will murder me. Yay!

My mother has gotten even more verbally and physically abusive - hitting him, holding screaming matches and rountinely calling both of us a failure and the reason of her misery.

Worst thing is - I'm stuck. My plan was to lay low until graduation and start working in the summer (since I can't exactly do that with 12 hour school days which drain every bit of energy out of me) to hopefully save up enough to move out in some time, but with the economy crashing looks like that might not happen. So... Any tips for searching jobs or maybe working online? A single dollar can get you quite far with the current state of my country's economy so anything will do but I don't even know where to start. I'm sure I'll be fine (unless my brother goes into a murderous rage and kills me) but if you have any words of support as well that would be greatly appreciated¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Hope you have a nice day, sorry for the depressing ask✌🏻

Hi again, nonnie, and really sorry I took so long to reply.

What you’re going through right now sounds so horrible I honestly don’t have the words, and I have no idea what I could say that could help. I just really hope you’re safe and okay right now. Please remember it’s okay to do anything you need to do to keep yourself safe from your brother and from your family at large.

Unfortunately, when it comes to job searching I don’t have any advice to give :( maybe some of my followers might have some ideas?

Sending the biggest hug and all my love and support your way. I’m really sorry this is happening. I hope things start to look up for you soon and you can take some steps to get yourself out of that house :(

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mime-rodeo · 2 months

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“siblings hurt each other but at the end of the day, they've got each others' backs—”

no stop it.

there's a difference between playfully insulting or fighting with your sibling and intentionally hurting them.

there's a difference between playing a harmless prank on your sibling and genuinely terrorizing them.

there's a difference between smacking your sibling once and actually physically abusing them.

there's a difference between calling your sibling an idiot as a joke and calling them worthless and a burden and feeding on their insecurities.

please know the difference. sibling abuse is a very real issue and it's the type of abuse that is somehow least talked about. people think that it's normal, that it's just bickering.

and yes, often times, it is just bickering. but not always. if someone tells you that their sibling is being abusive or toxic or hurtful, please believe them.

anyone can be an abuser. and anyone can be abused.

#sibling abuse #tw abuse #siblings #abusive siblings #abusive brother #abusive sister #abusive brothers #abusive sisters #family abuse

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diakaoniii · 4 months

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Hey! Can I request a yandere mafia subaru punishment scenrio or one shot when s/o tried escaping him! I loved yandere mafia subaru!!

Bound by Obsession

Subaru Sakamaki, the intense and possessive mafia leader, discovered that his lover had attempted to escape his clutches. Anger and betrayal fueled the fire within him as he decided that a punishment was in order.

Late at night, in the dimly lit confines of his lavish mansion, Subaru cornered you in a room that seemed to close in on them with each passing second. The air was thick with tension, a palpable manifestation of his smoldering rage.

His lover, trembling with fear, stood pressed against the cold wall, unable to escape the imminent confrontation. Subaru approached with predatory grace, his crimson eyes burning with a mix of anger and a twisted sense of affection.

“You thought you could leave me?”

In sharp contrast to the chaos that was building inside of him, his voice was a menacing whisper. Like a predator closing in on its prey, he circled around you.

Then, with a quick grab of your wrist, he smashed you hard against the wall, making you wince in pain. As he took a silver knife out of his pocket, the dagger's bright blade was reflected in the moonlight coming in through the window.

“You want to be free, huh?” Subaru hissed, his breath hot against their ear. The cold steel of the dagger traced a delicate line across their skin, leaving a shiver in its wake.

He leaned closer and said, “ You can't escape me... You're mine, forever...”

...

The cold metal feeling on your face had vanished; had he given up? Wasn't he going to harm you?

“ I'm sorry... I can't let you do this again.”

He said, his hold on your delicate wrist became more firm.

*Crack*

#subaru x reader #diabolik lovers #dialovers #diabolik lovers ask blog #diabolik lovers x reader #diaboys #react #diahell #diabolik brothers #diabolik lovers reactions #diabolik boys #tw abuse #tw yandere #yandere

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very-uncorrect · 2 months

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Tails getting really injured somehow and Sonic's mind flashes back to when he first found him when he was a toddler with similar injuries and it causes him to be even more fiercely protective than usual

#sonic the hedgehog #miles tails prower #unbreakable bond #sonic and tails #cosmic truth #tw injury #tw abuse #tw flashbacks #they're brothers your honor

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hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds · 1 year

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Spencer Reid x prisoner teen male reader

Set during season 12 (I'm on it at the minute)

Summary: While in Prison Spencer Reid meets a young prisoner who is in for the murder of his parents, who abused him his whole life. The former FBI Agent becomes his sort-of brother figure to the 18 year old.

Tw: abuse, child abuse, abusive parents, talk of abuse,

Third person pov...

On the way in to the Prison Spencer sat next to a boy who looked more like a kid than a young adult, from looks he had long H/C hair, a round young looking face, innocent eyes which screamed

abused.

What confused Spencer the most was why a kid like him was in prison for, intrigued by the boy Spencer started a conversation with him. "Hi there" he whispers, his words made the young scared boy look up at him.

His body language tells Spencer he wasn't treated right most of his life. 'Hunched shoulders, not making eye contact, submissive behaviour, this boy has been abused his whole life and knowone ever knew' thought the Former FBI Agent and Dr.

"Y-yes Dr" came the young boy picking at his nails as he spoke to the man next to him. Spencer eyes widened as he heard the boy call him 'Dr' he hadn't been called Dr since before he was arrested.

The boys eyes widened in horror as he realises what he said, hime begins hyperventilating. "I-im s-sorry I m-meant Sir" he said in a hushed whisper apologising again and again until Spencer stopped him.

The older man smiled at thw young boy making him relax. "It's okay, I guess you know me already, but I'm Spencer Reid" said the Dr his voice calm and inviting.

This made the boy stop shaking, he unhunched his shoulders, and looked at Spencer. "What's your name?" Asked the Dr, wanting to get to know the scared boy next to him.

The boy straightens up and manages a small smile, he was happy about meeting his idol Dr Spencer Reid. "I'm Y/N L/N, sir" he said quietly, before going back go fiddling with his hands.

"I guess you've heard of me?" Asks Spencer, he was hoping to distract thr boy from his nerves by keeping him talking.

The boy nods his head. "Yes sir, I have read everything and seen every news report about you and your team all my life, since you started" Exclaimed the boy before trying to hide his excitement.

Spencer laughs slightly at the blushing boy, who smiled back. "I see so you've been following my team, what do you like about it?" Asks the man

Y/N continues to tell the Dr about how he was interested in profiling and working for the FBI since he came across one of David Rossis books in his town library.

Time skip...

Soon they arrive at the Prison, the Prisoners are forced put of the transport and outside, Y/N stands close next to Spencer and the man stands close to him ready to protect him, lucky them they are put together in a group.

As they walk the young boy follows Spencer through the prison, he had never been in or too one before. As they walk the arrive at a room where they will sleep.

One of the guard come forward. "I will call your name, if I do grab a bed" he yells, as he yells Y/N flinches making Spencer instantly reach out to comfort him.

The guard calls put names he then gets to Y/Ns. "L/N, Reid... ... ... ..." Soon everyone gets a bed, lucky for Spencer and Y/N they managed to get theirs next to each other.

As the day goes on its soon time for food, Y/N and Spencer make their way to The lunch hall and grab a tray of disgusting looking food, and finding a table to sit at. As they sit Spencer starts up a conversation. "So why are you in here?" He asks the kid in front of him.

His casual question makes Y/N freeze in place, his spoon centimetres from his lips, the boy puts it back and once again hunches over himself. "I killed my parents on my 18th birthday, in our home" he says quietly.

His answer made Spencer almost choke on his food, he watches as the boy taps his spoon on the tray. "Why did you do that?" He asks the 18 year old.

Y/N takes a breath before speaking. "Because they beat me my whole life and knowone was able to help me, not the police, not the school, not even social services because they were excellent liars and could get away with anything. Ever since I can remember they hated me they didn't even want me alive, so many times I had to live woth those monsters that once I turned 18 I would kill them I would make them experience what I experiences my whole life, and i did i killed them, i stabbed them until i felt safe enough around them for once in my lif ei was free, free of the hurt, free from thise mosnters and i dont regret it!" Exclaimed the boy his hands trembling as he held his spoon so tightly that Spencer had to take it from him so he didn't do anything to himself with it.

"Y/N! Hey can you hear me, they aren't here okay, your parents are here to hurt you anymore" spoke Soencer firmly to the boy, Y/N snapped out of hid big tears streamed down his face at Soencers words.

Spencer looks at the boy dead in the eyes. "I've only knowne you a couple hours but I can tell that all you ever wanted was someone to care about you, someone who loves you, so I ask let me be that for you, let me be the person to protect you" Says the Dr.

His words make the boys tears fall even faster as the boy reached out a hand to his brother amthe curly haired man reached for the hand and held it tightly he would never let this boy be alone again he swears to protect him.

The end!

Hope you liked this oneshot, as usual sorry for the grammar and Spelling mistakes!

Request are open!

Word count: 1064

#criminal minds #fanfic #light angst #behavioural analysis unit #spencer reid #Spencer reid x male teen reader #teen reader #abuse mention #child abuse #tw abuse #x male reader #x brother!reader #season 12 #prison #angst #Spencer reid x teen!reader

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