#and some mentions of unintentional child neglect

[fatkish]

Heyy, i wanted to request a Eresermic im which Aizawa has a biological daughter, but she is being bullied and they noticed when she was already thinking in ending it all.

I understand if this is too dark, i just lived something similar and my parents blamed me, so some confort would be apreciared hahaha

Thankss, i love your writing 🩷

(Oh my gosh, this hits so close to home because this happened to me. My parents grew up in the era where if boys were mean to you it was because they like you. So when I begged them to do something about my bullies, they did nothing. Needless to say, my childlike innocence was the only reason why I’m alive. Although I may be doing better than I was back then, nothing can erase the trauma from the unintentional neglect from my parents. I hope you don’t mind, but I’ll be basing this somewhat off of my own experience and I’ll be putting it in the Pro Heroes x Inner Child Series)

Erasermic x Aizawa’s Bullied Daughter Reader

(TRIGGER WARNING: This story has mentions of bullying, harassment, allusions to suicide and suicidal thoughts, depression and other potentially triggering topics. Please be advised)

Since you basically have two dads, you refer to Hizashi as papa and Shouta as dad

Your quirk was called restraint. Basically if you called someone by their real, full name, you could temporarily restrain them as long as you focused on them

But just like your dad, you also had to be able to see your target

But unlike your classmates, you were a late bloomer. You developed your quirk at age 8, which led to you being bullied by your peers

You knew that your dad’s worked really hard and that their jobs were really stressful at times. So the last thing you wanted was to be another source of stress for them. Which is why you didn’t tell them about the bullying

You were 11 when you just couldn’t take it anymore. You tried to deal with the situation on your own, you tried to fight your bullies who even started making fun of your dad’s being a couple

You tried not to let anyone’s words affect you but after so many years, you started to believe them too. And you began to bully yourself

You would tell yourself that your dad’s already had enough stress on their plates and that you were just a burden on them. You had started to mentally and physically beat yourself up

The bullies had started to use their quirks on you, resulting in bruises which you would hide with makeup that your Aunt Nemuri had gotten you since you started to develop acne

Since your dads would get home late, you had plenty of time to get home and cover up any wounds

One day, you just had enough

You decided that you were better off dead. You decided that you would take your own life after you got home and would leave a note before leaving the house so your dads wouldn’t have to deal with the body

Unknown to you, Aizawa had gotten a call from one of your teachers who was concerned about you. She had seen you fighting and decided to give Aizawa a call since your grades and overall performance had declined significantly

Aizawa had informed Hizashi of the call and they decided to go home early and wait for you. They believed that you were going through puberty and the hormonal changes were effecting your performance and were the cause

Imagine their surprise when you get home, covered in bruises, a busted lip that was still bleeding and a completely dead look in your eyes

Seeing their precious baby in such a state they immediately started to worry and begged you to talk to them

They had prepared your favorite food for dinner and even got you your favorite dessert as a treat. Seeing how sweet they were, you broke down and confessed your pain and your plan

Hizashi was balling his eyes out and wrapped you in his arms while Aizawa had clenched fists with tears in his eyes.

Aizawa made the call to your school demanding a talk with the principal and the parents of your bullies. While Aizawa was setting that up, Hizashi had you sit on the couch while he tended to your wounds, disinfecting them, cleaning them and bandaging them

He told you that he loves you even though you’re not his biological kid, you’re HIS little listener, his favorite kid in the whole world. He then picked you up and smothered you in hugs and kisses

Aizawa came back into the room and brought the food

That night, you guys are on the couch as you snuggled together under a blanket and watch your favorite movie

The next day, Aizawa and Hizashi dropped you off at UA with Nemuri, while they had a talk with your teachers and bullies. They decided that homeschooling would be the best for you right now since they want to make sure you heal mentally, physically and emotionally from this before you go back

They had told Nedzu what happened and he agreed that for the meantime, until you were mentally stable again, the safest bet would be to have you do your homeschooling at UA where you’ll be surrounded by people who can help you and prevent you from doing anything detrimental to yourself

Needless to say, they love you and you are their whole world and you’re the reason why they fight to come home. You’re their motivation and the reason they fight to protect

(I hoped this helps you and that you guys enjoy this)

#mha x reader #bnha x reader #aizawa x reader #mha aizawa #aizawa shouta #mha pro heroes #pro heroes x child reader #present mic x reader #present mic x child reader #hizashi yamada x reader #Hizashi Yamada x child reader #shouta aizawa x reader #aizawa x child reader #aizawa x daughter reader #Erasermic x child reader #erasermic x reader #aizawa shouta x reader

[crowbasils]

BASIL (OMORI) — A STUDY & ANALYSIS ON HIS CHARACTER

(content warning — OMORI spoilers, mentions of death and hanging, mentions of suicidal behavior and suicide, mentions of self-harm, mentions of physical and verbal abuse (bullying), mentions of child neglect. please proceed with caution.)

( PARTS WILL BE REBLOGGED INSTEAD OF POSTED ALL AT ONCE. it’s needed because compared to the 7 photos of proof that the last analysis had, this one has 47 (48, when considering the thumbnail image). sorry for the inconvenience ! )

I. BASIL’S CHILDHOOD

Due to the nature of OMORI being mainly only in Sunny’s perspective, we do not have many solid and/or canon scenes of Basil’s childhood before he met the friend group. However, there are things in-game that do imply Basil hasn’t exactly had the best childhood. Starting off with what Polly says about Basil’s parents:

“Basil’s lived with his grandma since he was a toddler.” / “His parents don’t ever seem to be home”

Intentional or not—this does qualify as child neglect, which counts as abuse, even if unintentional. While they do care enough for Basil to leave him to his grandmother, and while they do care enough for Basil to hire a caretaker when it was evident that his grandmother wouldn’t hold out and survive for any longer, it’s not enough. This is not to say that they didn’t try—but, instead to say that they didn’t try enough.

Basil is implied to have been affected by this in some form or another, as seen by the comment he made on his photo album:

“I took photos of what I was most afraid to lose.”

This comment about the photo album confirms the existence of his fear of abandonment and losing the things he loved even before the incident. While you may argue that he’s too young to figure it out before that, children are curious. Before he met the friend group, he will, at some point, ask questions when he does see his other peers with their parents. He will ask why his grandmother looks different from the rest, and ask who that male figure is near their children (he never did get a father figure, after all.).

“I only knew what it was like to be alone.”

While this may have been said by Headspace Basil, it does confirm the fact that Basil never really had friends before, and does also imply Basil not having much of a connection to his grandmother. While yes, they do connect, they do at least love one another due to how she does care about him as a mother figure, it might have not been as deep as the connections he had for his friends. She does love him, and he loves her too—especially since she was his only family, but sometimes, bonds formed by connections go deeper than blood.

It’s also pretty clear that all he ever wished for was connections, which is seen through this!

“But what should I wish for? I have everything I could want right here!”

He mentions that the friend group he now has is everything he ever wished for, which does imply that since having a friend group is essentially connecting to others, and forming a strong bond with them through experiences with on another

Basil did most likely have to grow up a lot faster than the rest of the group—excluding Mari and Hero. This is evident by how he behaves more humble and polite than the rest of them—In a sense, he can be considered an “older brother” figure to the friend group, which is seen by how he does have a sense of wanting to protect them and take care of them. Which is seen even in the Basil fight, as seen by this:

The need to protect and care is seen here, and with how Sunny is the youngest of the group and with how they’ve experienced so much together, it’s most likely strengthened! How he likes taking care of things such as flowers and plants also does prove his need to care and protect! He’s also shown to want to help others, and shown to worry if his help just burdens other people, like here!

Basil also seems to worry if his issues would burden others—a negative side to being an “older brother” of sorts. Sometimes, if you view yourself as someone who needs to care and help others, you become afraid to show your vulnerable side in fear that you will become a burden to them, as well as in fear that you will be unreliable to them, which is seen here!

“Sometimes I feel like I’m bothering him”

He fears bothering others with his problems, he wants to make sure that they’re comfortable with him venting to them—he cares about them so much, even when he’s the one who needs reassurance.

Basil also does also serve as a peacemaker in the friend group, as shown by this:

While this is said by Headspace Basil, it also still does apply to Pre-Incident Basil, who does seem to dislike conflict as well. It’s also seen in Post-Incident Faraway Basil with how he asks, although it’s more wanting to avoid conflict plus fearing the person for reasons that will be explained in another part of this essay.

Most of these do imply that Basil has been at least a bit more mature than when compared to Kel, Aubrey, and Sunny! This does also provide a reason to why he’s often grouped with Mari, and Hero, who are like the ‘Mom and Dad’ of the group!

( Though this doesn’t have much of something that backs it up, another interesting thing is how the “Everything will be okay…” thing seems to stem from his childhood. We aren’t given much in-game, but a possible theory that someone suggested to me once is that maybe his family has a tradition to pretend that everything’s alright. Or it was drilled into him not to talk about bad experiences and stuff. But the theory is plausible, especially since it looks like there’s “nothing wrong” until you dive deeper into his character :3 )

#omori basil #basil omori #sunny omori #omori sunny #omori kel #kel omori #aubrey omori #omori aubrey #mari omori #omori mari #hero omori #omori hero #OMORI #OMORI GAME #character analysis #omori analysis #basil analysis #analysis #character study #:3 #the silly #omori spoilers

[avidrawsthings]

What's Ismelda like as a mom? Is she still in contact with her family even though they played favorites and preferred her sister over her? Do they even know she got married and has a family of her own?

Once she became a mom, she couldn't even fathom the idea of playing favorites with any of her kids. This retroactively made her resent her parents more if there wasn't any prior resentment already. I believe that at some point in her youth, she just stopped trying or caring to get their attention, and moved out as soon as she was able to.

I'm not sure if she mentioned them at all in Beyond Hogwarts so I think she might've simply gone no contact with them, at least for this setting. She never bothered sending them letters to update them on her life, and found it not worth the effort to invite them to her wedding, or even learn of their grandkids. She had a strong gut feeling her parents would prefer whatever children her sister had over her own, and she wasn't about to subject them to that.

Now, if the neglect turned out to be completely unintentional, I think that at some point she would try and talk to them but for now, her husband and kids take priority. I never played the sidequest that involves her older sister so I don't know what their dynamic is like if it was shown there.

As a mom, she tells it like it is but always makes sure to give each child equal attention. She openly encouraged their respective hobbies and never judged Astraeus for not liking his eyes. When the kids attended a regular elementary school and dealt with bullies, she didn't hesitate to call out the adults who refused to fix the situation and took matters into her own hands by scaring them off with Ben's help.

#ask avi #ismelda murk #hphm #hogwarts mystery

[catboyrichardkarinsky]

hello hi hm do you mayhaps have any howard the duck fun facts that movie Fasinated me

you have activated my autism from over a year ago so Brace Yourself because this is straight up going to be a history lesson in. duck comic/movie

i think I'm just going to tell you the full history of Howard as a character. yeah sorry.

so Howard was created kind of as a joke in 1974 in a marvel comic series called Adventure into fear written by Steve Gerber. he didn't intend on using this smoking, swearing, slightly off donald duck parody of a character very much and just killed him off like an issue after introducting him but people really didn't like that. like REALLY didn't like that. they sent in dead ducks to marvel through mail as protest I'm Not even joking!

so Gerber brought Howard back in the Giant-sized Man-thing series. this is where the lore of him falling to earth from space and landing in Cleveland started. he was sort of having these solo adventures where he fought first a frog man and then a vampire cow (Bessie the hellcow my beloved!!! i love her!!) and also went to jail that was a whole thing. but basically the whole experience left him miserable and suicidal. cut to his solo comic run starting in 1976. Howard the duck comics officially start and it's with Howard contemplating suicide and he gets really close to comitting before he meets Beverly and they go through this little adventure together to escape a financial wizard and fucking Spider-man shows up?? it's a whole thing, Howard ends up moving in with Bev instead of killing himself by the end

I'm not going to explain the whole original Howard comic run I'll just say it's a wild ride that includes Howard running for president (he received actual real life write in votes!!) then having a mental breakdown after fighting a canadian beaver man and bonding with some random neurodivergent girl he met on a bus after fighting with his nemesis the kidney lady again, Beverly being forced to marry a man who calls himself doctor bong and wears a bell on his head then divorcing him after cloning him and threatening to sue for child neglect (Gerber admitted that the drug reference was fully unintentional which is really funny to me), Howard punching a homophobe in the face and etc this is barely scratching the surface.

there's also issue #16 which is infamous for being right before a very big story arc and not having anything to do with the plot because Gerber missed his deadline again and he decided to just. write an essay on deadlines instead. yeah so basically he was too neurodivergent for this and I'm not just saying that he legitimately was neurodivergent he got fired from marvel for missing too many deadlines eventually.

that is when things got.. interesting with Howard. the original run wasn't finished at all yet so they kind of had to get other people to finish it but it didn't really work anymore and then they even made a black and white htd magazine which wasn't very popular but my personal hot take is that I'm a big fan of it actually.

there's also the lawsuit where Disney caught up that this guy looks dangerously similar to donald duck so their solutions was to just.. force Howard to wear pants. well that's an oversimplification they made more rules for how he has to look but the pants thing is objectively the funniest. also this happened back when Gerber was writing Howard he just refused to comfort to these rules so instead they got implemented during the magazine in a pretty iconic storyline imo. anyways the point is there's a lot of insanity around this.

and then the movie. i already mentioned that George Lucas was a big fan of the original comics and wanted to adapt it to a movie but instead of doing it himself he asked his friends Willard Hyuck and Gloria Katz to direct it and while he produced it. except as i also already mentioned said friends knew nothing about the comics and i.. don't think they ever really read them?

there were also a lot of things they wanted to do but couldn't like they originally wanted it to be animated but didn't have the budget, they originally got Robin Williams to voice Howard but he gave up because he found the role too limiting (and I'm honestly glad for that because i wouldn't have ever gotten into htd if it wasn't for Chip Howard) and the fact that they were pretty limited by the studio they were working with into some plot beats. it was kind of just a disaster all around with a lot of creative differences and technical limitations all over the place.

also as i said Robin Williams was supposed to voice Howard originally and they had to replace him really last minute and didn't really know what to do until one of the producers decided to watch a musical called Merrily we roll along starring Chip Zien and asked him if he's interested in being in this movie, telling him he sounds like a duck. which is probably not exactly what you want to hear after performing in a musical but he took the role anyways.

and btw despite everything regarding the production, everyone involved really expected this to be a hit and then it just.. wasn't. like at all. like it's one of the most notorious flop movies today for all the wrong reasons. like there's a lot of valid criticisms one could make about the plot and stuff but I think people just choose to focus on the interspecies part a lot which is upsetting to me. but yeah most of the actors went on to just straight up deny they were in this movie. not Chip and Lea though, they own it proudly which makes me happy

i could also rant a lot more about later Howard adaptations because there's even more insane lore there but i think this is already long enough for now, I'll maybe get back to that later

[alwaysmanages]

I want to talk about this actually, because I’m uploading it on inkblot and going into more description/analysis/headcanon territory there that I realize I don’t think I’ve talked about much here.

CW for child neglect and mention of verbal abuse

Inspired by the Invisible Child, invisibility in Moomins is brought on when one is lacking the appropriate care and attention that's needed for the individual to grow properly. Ninny, the invisible girl, had turned invisible out of fear for her aunt, a woman who criticized her at every turn until all that remained of her was a little bell tied around her neck so that she could at least be heard walking around. With the Moomin family's help, she became visible once again and even got her voice back.

Little My, however, makes a comment that inspired a lot of thought on my end:

"You’ll never have a face of your own until you’ve learned to fight. Believe me.”

And then you think about it. Little My comes from a household of over 30 children with a mother who's characterized as being forgetful and who essentially says she has no time to pay mind to each individual child (which I get it, that’s a LOT of kids to manage alone).

Little My is the smallest mymble out of them all, and she herself has said that the reason she's the most terrible of them all is because she's "compensating" for her size.

I believe (headcanon, even) Little My has been invisible before from her mother's (unintentional) neglect. I think she's particularly in need of attention that her mother couldn't give and that being the worst of the mymble children was a survival tactic, or a cry for help, so that she could keep her own face. So she fought a crowd of siblings for some attention to stand above them all, and in the end, she was mostly visible.

Mostly...

I headcanon that she doesn't get her tail back until after a while of living with the Moomin family who--with proper love and care--teach her that she doesn't have to fight so much for love and attention anymore.

#Little My #Moomins #word bubbles #I forgot that was my chatty tag oh thank goodness I have one #bc then I can look back and see if I've actually talked about the thing before #I keep so much in my head that I constantly wonder if this is a thing I've said out loud or if it's just been loud to me

[lixxen]

Sweet Dead Eyes (Jazz Fenton)

This is a chapter from my Haunting of A Vivisection fic that I wanted to post onto here because I liked this chapter. This can be read by itself, but some parts might be a bit confusing.

This is supposed to mirror Danny's perspective in Ch. 1. Sorry that formatting is weird, if you don't write directly into Tumblr posts it'll mess things up (plus it has html coding in it)

Warnings: mentions of unintentional child neglect.

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Jasmine Fenton couldn’t remember a day where ghosts didn’t negatively affect her life.

Jazz remembers from a young age having to learn that she would have to be the one to raise her brother Danny. It came crashing down on her at the age of six when her parents disappeared for hours at a time into their labs. She remembers ten years later the sound of her baby brother screaming for their parents' attention and the feeling of fear as she stared down at her little brother. She managed to help him up and took care of him before turning on a space documentary. 

That single instance made Jazz realize that she will have to do more for Danny.

Jazz had spent hours helping Danny with anything and everything, talking to him about his interest in space and rockets. She was the one to convince her parents to take them to Cape Canaveral when Danny was eight. He had almost begged their parents to buy him a model rocket and they gave in to the puppy dog eyes.

Jazz always cooked dinner and made sure that when Danny was old enough that he could join her in cooking. It wasn’t at first to bond, but out of necessity. Their parents never spent time on cooking, so if it wasn’t for Jazz cooking then they wouldn’t have an actual meal but instead microwaved mac n cheese. 

Once the two of them had gotten good at cooking food, and their mother had caught on and actually bothered to buy real food to cook, Jazz started to demand their parents to eat with them. Danny had started to talk about eating together and Jazz did not want to disappoint him when he asked if they’d be joining the two for dinner. So after a few days of bugging her parents to the end of the Earth, the two adults joined them. This led to years of expecting Danny and Jazz to cook and them appearing for an hour to eat dinner. Which eventually led to the family acting like a normal functioning family by the time Danny hit middle school.

Which is where things started to change again.

Jazz watched as Danny became friends with Tucker and Wes with slight concern. She knew exactly how the town saw her family. She heard the whispers of the small town’s gossip and spent years protecting Danny from it. Her worst fear was that other kids would bring Danny’s world crashing down upon him. She could protect Danny from their parents but not from other people.

Jazz watched as Wes and Tucker chased Danny through the school halls and smiled. The three boys got along well and she ended up befriending Wes’ brother Kyle. They started to get close because every day they would walk together to the playground to get their brothers and send Tucker home. 

“How’s it going, Fenton?” Kyle gave a nervous smile as he joined her on her walk to the playground.

“Pretty good. Being a freshman is the worst, but hey.” Jazz smiled while eyeing Kyle. Something was wrong. “What can I do?”

Kyle nodded and looked forward. “Yeah. Nothing really you can do.”

Something was definitely wrong, and if Jazz knew what she knew now she would have just stayed quiet.

“Is everything okay, Kyle?” Jazz offered a genuine smile. She watched as he sighed and looked down.

“My parents don’t want Wes around your brother.” Kyle stopped and turned to Jazz. “Or me being around you.”

Jazz stopped and she could feel her heart in her throat. She knew this would eventually happen. It wasn’t surprising but it still hurt for him to tell her.

“Yeah. No.” Jazz nodded and looked away, turning back to the playground they were next to. She watched Wes chase around Tucker and Danny, the three boys not having a care in the world. “I totally get it. We’re the weird family and your folks are just worried.”

“Jazz…” Kyle started and she just shook her head.

“It’s fine, Kyle.” Jazz turned back to him before smiling, trying to hide the tears that threatened to form. It stung. But she was used to it. Things were changing in high school for her, but they haven’t changed yet for Danny. “I do get it. Let’s not talk about it. Okay?”

With that, Jazz walked to the gate and called the boys over. It was almost somber watching them all run together and say their goodbyes, promising to see each other tomorrow.

That night, Jazz cried to herself in her bedroom. She mourned her brother’s friendship.

Sam thankfully came into their life and had brought back the missing piece that had been taken away.The girl came from the rich family that had moved in a few years before they went to school. Jazz vaguely remembers their parents talking about the Mansons and their odd name, which was ironic to Jazz.

Sam was a decent influence on the boys and it was nice having a girl around. It allowed Jazz to somewhat connect to Danny’s friends easier and she managed to loosely be acquainted with them as they stayed around the house more and more. Jazz wanted to be a buffer between their parents and the kids, so she hovered for the first handful of times Sam and Tucker were fully over at the house.

It wasn’t until Jazz hit her emo phase did she think that her influence on the three was actually substantial. She was going through a rough time with school and having to still keep track of Danny, so she started to get lost in her own feelings. She started to listen to darker music that made her feel less alone and like the world wasn’t out to get her. It made her happy to see that Danny and his friends followed suit.

Danny loved the music and would spend hours listening to it with Jazz, which made her feel less alone and reminded her why she did all of this. It was for Danny and to see him happy, and if that meant he and his friends got into her new music and edgy style then she sure would stay with it.

Until Sam cut and dyed her hair at their house and Jazz had to panic save them. Then deal with both her parents and Sam’s parents scolding her. It was a very unpleasant experience and she managed to convince Sam’s parents to not take Sam away from the boys. She told them about how teenagers tend to go through phases and wanting independence. That Sam acting out was from her wanting to express herself. They listened and came to the conclusion that they couldn’t fully control her and they did not want to lose their child.

When the accident happened, Jazz was on her way home.

She was walking down the street from her friend’s house when her phone started to ring. She squinted at the screen before realizing it was Sam and answering.

“Hey, Sa-” Jazz started but was cut off.

”Jazz please hurry. Please come back home. Danny-” Tucker was sobbing into the phone and Jazz could hear Sam calling Danny’s name. ”Danny’s hurt and I think he died but Sam brought him back.”

Jazz’s heart stopped and she broke out into a sprint. She ran as fast as she could, her panic fueling her as she went down the dark street. She passed many people and she could hear sirens approaching behind her. She glanced back to see an ambulance and three police cars going towards her. 

One of the police cars slowed to a stop and she saw the deputy sheriff.

“Jasmine. Are you going home?” The deputy sheriff asked. “There’s a call for your home.”

“Danny.” Jazz almost threw herself towards the car. “They said Danny is hurt.”

The deputy nodded and let Jazz into the car, where they rushed to Fenton Works. As soon as they pulled up, Jazz bolted out of the car and ran into the house.

“DANNY!” Jazz screamed as she moved past the paramedics who were trying to get a gurney into the home. They let out objections, but she didn’t care as she ran down the stairs and towards her brother.

Jazz stopped in front of Danny before dropping to her knees and letting out a heavy sob. He had burn marks on his skin and paler than she had ever seen him. He was barely conscious as blood dripped from his ears, nose, and mouth.

“Danny,” Jazz pleaded as she reached for him. “Danny please wake up.”

“Jasmine, please don’t touch him.” One of the paramedics told her.

Jazz brought her hands back and looked up to Sam and Tucker. She felt a range of emotions go through her as they took her brother and put him onto the gurney.

What did they do? Why were they playing around in the lab? Why would Danny put himself in danger?

“I’m sorry.” Sam looked like she was crying. “I’m sorry I asked if we could look at the portal. I just wanted to see it and then he noticed something.”

Jazz shook her head as the paramedics started to pull her attention away.

“Jasmine. We have to go.” The paramedic said and took her hand.

The rest of the day was a blur. She remembers her parents showing up and crying their eyes out in the waiting room. She remembers her mouth tasting bitter as she silently cursed them and their stupid ghost obsession. The two adults that she loved dearly had finally done something to hurt them physically. It wasn’t fair.

Within a day of finding out Danny was okay, they were back in their labs, leaving Jazz and Sam to take turns being there for Danny. Jazz came home late one day to have her parents practically jump on top of her.

“It works!” Her mother grabbed her shoulders and hugged her. “The portal works!”

Jazz was quiet as her parents talked about their portal. About how whatever happened to Danny had brought the portal to life. That they were right this whole time and that this would make their lives better.

Jazz remembers screaming. She remembers screaming her head off and sobbing. She remembers her parents’ shell shocked looks as she sunk to the ground after the loudest emotion they had seen from their daughter in about ten years. It shocked them and made them listen. She begged them to pay more attention to them. To care more. 

They silently agreed. That was that. They tried to get Danny involved in their ghost business in a desperate measure to please him and Jazz. It only half worked as Danny seemed to withdraw from everyone besides Sam and Tucker. So her parents tried to love him to the level that wouldn’t overwhelm him, shifting their focus to protecting them as ghosts came through the portal.

Especially from Phantom.

So when Jazz watched Danny transform into Phantom, there was a pit in her stomach.

It left Jazz to think about all of the events that had happened. Danny’s sudden standoffish attitude towards her and their parents. His push for more personal space and telling Jazz that he didn’t want to hang out as much. His odd appearance and sudden change in appetite. It all made sense as Jazz watched Danny fly away. Jazz knew that Danny didn’t want her to know this secret. It was obvious to her by his actions leading up to this, so she wasn’t going to confront him about it. Whenever Danyn was ready, he would tell her.

Jazz ended up back in one of her old spots behind one of the old farm houses at the edge of town. She sat behind the farm house and tugged her tan winter coat closer to her. Halloween was coming up soon and the temperature was dropping quickly in the town. It reminded her of her freshman year of hanging with the cool senior kids. She sometimes missed it, as they were some of her only genuine friends she had in high school. The rest either only wanted her for grades, her looks, or the fact that she held good standing in the school. 

“Look what the cat dragged in.” 

Jazz looked up to see Kyle with some sort of cigarette in his mouth. It didn’t smell like tobacco and Jazz understood what it was as he approached her. She didn’t respond, which he seemed to accept as part of the mood she seemed to be in.

The two were silent as Kyle sat down next to Jazz. He held the makeshift joint to her and she just shook her head no. Kyle shrugged before putting it back into his mouth and taking a deep breath. He blew the smoke away from her and waved away the smoke so she wouldn’t go home smelling like it.

“So why are you out here looking like misery came to town?” Kyle asked, looking at her from behind his cut bangs.

“I’ve been worried about Danny. He has too much on his plate.” Jazz didn’t know how to frame it.

“With him playing as Phantom ‘n all?” Kyle asked and took a long drag before blowing it above them.

Jazz’s head shot up and she peered at him. What did Kyle mean by playing Phantom? How did he know? This isn’t something you could have just guessed unless you knew Danny pretty well or witnessed it.

Kyle peered at her and frowned.

“Did you not know until recently, Jazz?” Kyle tilted his head, his eyes calculating. “I know that nobody seems to know who is playing the ghost kid and all, but still. You’re his sister. It isn’t hard to figure out since they look the same. Great quality in wigs and contacts, by the way.”

“I..?” Jazz didn’t know what to say to that. “Kyle, do you think the ghosts are fake?”

Kyle made a face and laughed.

“Yeah? Ghosts aren’t real, Jazz.” Kyle seemed to genuinely laugh at the idea that ghosts were real. “It is kind of fucked up though that they took the kid who was in a horrible accident to play the ghost kid. Y’know? He was literally dying and they went oh let’s make that one the dead one!”

Jazz put a hand on her mouth and looked down. Kyle seemed to realize what he said and sighed.

“I’m sorry, Jazzy.” Kyle snuffed his joint and turned fully to her. “I shouldn’t have said that. But I do feel bad for Danny. Wes has been talking about how much he’s changed and how afraid he is for Danny. He’s… acting weird apparently. Something was wrong and I just assumed he didn’t want the pressure of the character on top of being the kid who got into a dangerous accident.”

“You’re fine.” Jazz sniffled and turned back to Kyle. “I just want everything to go back to our old normal. I don’t want my brother wrapped up in all of this. Let’s keep this between us, okay? Not everyone knows.”

“I get that.” Kyle nodded. “I promise.”

Jazz smiled, feeling the best she has in almost a year.

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Jazz walked down the steps of Casper High a few days later and she sat quietly next to Danny. Neither of them talked as they watched as people walked by. Jazz could tell Danny was on edge as he watched people and Jazz didn’t blame them. Slowly, she leaned into him and then pressed a kiss into his hair.

“I’m proud of you.” Jazz leaned away and looked forward again. Danny turned to look at her, his eyes apprehensive.

“How long have you known?” Danny asked quietly, bringing Jazz’s attention back to him.

“Since Spectra.” Jazz confessed and watched as Danny sagged. “I didn’t want to force you to tell me, so I wanted you to tell me on your own when you were ready.”

Danny slowly nodded before leaning into Jazz. The two didn’t speak for a second as Jazz wrapped her arms around her brother. She wanted to protect Danny from the world but it seems like he is the one who will have to protect her now. It was almost a bittersweet feeling.

“I’m guessing you died in the accident?” Jazz asked, her voice quiet so no one would overhear.

“Yeah.” Danny simply replied. “Bits and pieces are coming back from it.”

Jazz nodded and pressed her face into her brother’s hair. She closed her eyes hard and tried to not start crying right then and there. She had failed him.

“I love you.” Jazz whispered into his hair and Danny smiled.

“I love you too, Jazz.”

#danny phantom #jazz fenton #danny fenton #danny phantom fanfic #ao3 fanfic #kyle weston

[hannahhook7744]

Saving Christmas;

Summary; Ben finds out why Chad and Audrey aren't going home for Christmas this year and decides that he's going to save Christmas for his old friends. Takes place around d1.

Trigger warnings; mentioned death, unintentional neglect, emotional abuse, sick child, unintentional favoritism, sick child, etc. Also implied neurodivergent Chad! Chad Charming being a human being! Chad is a flawed teenager but is trying his best! And so is Audrey. Also sweet Charming siblings.

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"Hey what are you guys doing for Christmas break this year?" Ben asked one day over lunch.

It was a particularly wintery December 1st when the question was asked and Jane, Doug, Lonnie , and four very excited vks answered almost immediately.

Mal and Jane were going to the Moors with FG to celebrate it.

Doug and Evie were going over to Snow White's castle with his family to celebrate.

Lonnie and Jay weren't celebrating but still had plans.

Lonnie was going home to visit her family.

Jay was going to Agrabah after being invited to by Aziz and Jordan.

"And Carlos was going to be spending it in London with the Radcliffes after their niece, Amber, had sent him an invite.

After sharing that his grandfather was coming over to celebrate it with him, Ben noticed something. Audrey and Chad had been eerily silent for the conversation.

And looking back, it didn't take Ben long to realize that Chad hadn't spoken much all morning.

"What about you two? What are you doing?" The brunette asked, shooting the two a sweet smile. Thinking that they were just getting put off by the new group dynamics again. After all, it did take some getting use to -- going from a tight knit group of six friends to ten almost overnight.

And Chad always did have trouble warming up to new people.

"Uh, we... aren't celebrating this year" Audrey replied, uncharacteristically awkward when it became apparent that Chad wasn't going to. The blonde hadn't looked up from his tray to acknowledge any of them since they sat down and was just playing with his food, looking downtrodden.

The amount of prunes, chocolate pudding, and pizza on his plate had stayed the same despite the fact that lunch was nearly over. His pumpkin spice latte hadn't been touched either.

Ben couldn't help but feel concerned now that he noticed it. After all, the prince never turned his favorite foods down but here he was. Doing just that.

And the fact that he and Audrey now apparently weren't celebrating Christmas-- THEIR FAVORITE HOLIDAY-- either was just worsened the concern he felt.

Apparently he wasn't the only one feeling that way either.

"WHAT?!" Jane yelped, "but you guys love Christmas!"

"Yeah. What's going on?" Doug added. He and Chad had slowly began repairing their friendship after Ben's coronation after Chad had apologized to all of them for his behavior over the year. Plus their families usually spent Christmas together since Snow White was Chad's (non-fairy) godmother. No one had mentioned anything about plans changing to him.

Audrey gave them a tired look– as if almost asking 'really?' Before sighing and halfway giving in to their questions.

"Grammy is still upset that Ben and I didn't work out, Ariana is smug about it and has a new prince boyfriend, and my parents, aunt, uncle, and fairy Godmothers are too busy to attend this year. And since I really don't feel like being criticized over every little thing this year with no one there to buffer it, I've decided to stay at school with Chad."

No one was quite sure how to react to her snappish response. But the vks– Evie especially– looked downright murderous. But instead of commenting after a few painfully long silent moments, Jay decided to prod some more.

"And you can't just celebrate with Chad, why?"

Audrey shot the thief a harsh glare, confirming everyone's suspicions that she had been avoiding the question, before begrudgingly answering. "Because Chad has absolutely no motivation to decorate because this will be his first Christmas without his grandfather, Prudence, and Duke who died before the school year started since before he was adopted."

Ben got a sinking feeling in his stomach as he glanced over at his oldest friend. Oh. Oh.

Oh no.

Suddenly the pudding on his own tray didn't seem as appetizing anymore.

Surely he hadn't gotten so caught up in his kingly duties that he had forgotten to check in on his fellow prince to see if he was doing alright? And surely he had checked in on Audrey after the love spell wore off?

Looking back at the events of the school year and Chad's and Audrey’s behavior made him realize that he had, in fact, dropped the ball on this one. But before he could say anything, Doug spoke up.

"But, uh, why isn't Chad going home? Not that I don't understand he's upset--" he said quickly after the hard stare the princess gave him--"it's just that he and his family usually spend the holiday at Aunt Snow's with my family and Jane's, and besides Fg and Jane, no one's mentioned a change in plans."

Audrey gave a long sigh. "Doug, his sister has a heart condition, remember?"

He nodded, likely wondering--like the rest of them were-- what Chloe had to do with anything.

Audrey continued "Well, because of that, it's dangerous for her to get sick because it can weaken her heart more. So their parents decided that with the Pixie flue going around that it's best that they stay home. And since Chloe is going to be in bed and his parents are probably gonna continue to try and get the Tremaines off the isle nonstop even more than they did before your proclamation the entire holiday, Chad decided it's best he doesn't return either. You know, since he could get his sister sick and will probably just get overlooked while he's there. "

Doug caught on "which also means that we can't visit them at the castle cause we could get Chloe sick if we do. And Chad doesn't want to make Chloe feel bad by going anyway."

Ben swallowed.

He hadn't thought about that.

Suddenly Chad behavior paired with his unkempt hair and him still being in pajamas made much more sense.

Chad was feeling forgotten again. And this time, only Audrey had been around to try and keep him out of it. It was like Chloe being born all over again, except this time no one had caught onto how he was feeling and people had actually died.

He had been suffering and no one but Audrey noticed.

And Audrey had been suffering in silence alongside him.

He had to fix this.

For both of them.

So he said the first thing that came to mind "why don't you two come and celebrate it at my place?"

Everyone stared at him like he'd grown another head.

Chad looked up and Ben felt even more confident in his decision.

"Ben, I don't think that's a good idea" Audrey replied softly.

"Why not? It's not like you haven't stayed at our place before."

"Your parents hate us"

Ben shook his head. "That's not true. Mom and dad love you guys and grandpa's been dying to see you two again. "

Audrey didn't know what to say to that and finally, Chad spoke up.

"Well.... If you're sure they wouldn't mind, then we'd like that."

Ben grinned in response "I'm positive. Trust me."

The bell rang before the conversation could continue any further and as the group flooded out of the cafeteria, their moods lifted.

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Author's note: Hey guys, sorry that this isn't that great. I didn't know how to continue this and I haven't been feeling well. I hope you enjoyed it regardless. Big thanks to @eahravinqueen and @panthera-tigris-venenata for the help.

#neurodivergent chad charming #chad charming is having a bad time #so is audrey #princess audrey rose #princess audrey #audrey rose and chad charming friendship #audrey rose #star six #the star six #cinderalla and kit aren't perfect but they are trying #leah still sucks #descendants #disney descendants #prince benjamin florian #prince ben #ben florian beast #ben florian #benjamin florian cares about his friends and you can change my mind #descendants fanfiction #non canon compliment #canon is a suggestion ✨ #beast and belle are flawed but they're okay here #very begrudgingly on my part #audrey and chad are trying #so is ben #and so are the others #descendants christmas #disney #etc. #merry christmas

[babyjakes]

forever and a day | 51. jenny.

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summary | a story in which america’s favorite captain gives a new life and family to a five-year-old girl who has suffered well beyond her years at the hands of hydra.

characters | dad!steve rogers, girl/willa rogers (original character)

warnings | AU similar enough to OU to include spoilers to many Marvel movies (Age of Ultron and beyond). action and fight scenes with violence and killing. injuries/mild gore. mature themes related to and semi-graphic depictions of child abuse/neglect, past CSA and CSM, and their aftermath (emaciation, wounds, scarring, etc). medical abuse (including sterilization) and experimentation. ptsd/trauma symptoms in a child (developmental discrepancies, de-humanized behavior, detachment, extreme fears). medical treatment of CSM and other aftermath of abuse.trauma-informed therapeutic treatment of ECT. minor mentions of disordered eating. themes relating to abuse of power/authority and immoral interrogation tactics including SA (with brief depictions.) evil!Tony Stark.

[Jenny]

"Hi there, Willa. My name is Dr. Brighton, but you can just call me Jenny if you'd like. I'm a friend of Dr. Banner's; it's very nice to meet you," I say mildly to the small child sitting on the floor in front of me as I stand in the doorway to her room, adjusting the uncomfortable strap of my backpack slightly on my shoulder. My first impression of Willa is that she's small, incredibly small. Her wide green eyes seem to fill most of her pale face that sits surrounded by wavy wisps of medium brown hair, tucked back messily at the ears. She wears a plain white shirt with a small set of flowers running across the front, along with a pair of dark purple pants and ruffled white socks. In her hands, she holds a wooden piece to a puzzle, the rest set out in a pile in front of her.

She eyes me warily up and down, an unintentional pout making its way onto her face as she tilts her head slightly, seeming unsure how to respond. "I just spoke with your dad for a while out in the kitchen, and now I'd like to meet with you, if that's okay. May I come in?" I ask carefully, not wanting to make any advancements towards the young child until she expresses clear permission.

Willa gives a small, single nod as a response, her expression of uncertainty not changing in the slightest. Sending her a kind smile, I step into the room, crouching down and joining her as she sits quietly on the floor in front of her crates of toys. Her timid gaze doesn't leave me as I set my backpack down beside me, sliding it off my shoulder and crossing my legs in front of me. "I see you're working on a puzzle," I observe, eyeing the small amount of progress she's made on the activity so far. "Do you know what kind of picture it makes? I can't quite tell yet from what you've got started there."

"F-farm," she tells me quietly. "Aminals."

"Animals," I gasp softly, my smile widening at the way the child says the word. "That's fun. What kind of animals will there be?"

"Cow," she responds shyly, then adding, "cow goes 'moo.'"

"That's right; they do," I agree. "Would you like some help working on your puzzle as we talk? I would love to see how the picture turns out when it's put together," I offer, hoping that engaging in some play might help the little girl warm up to me. She nods silently, beginning to sort through the pile of untouched pieces as I lean over a bit closer, getting started as well. "So your dad told me lots about you," I tell her, "but I would love to get to know you in person, as well. Do you think you could tell me a little bit about yourself?" I ask, not wanting to dig too deeply right off the bat.

"Hm," she hums, her eyes staying lowered as she sorts through the puzzle pieces. "I'm Willa," she begins. "I'm five." Finding one of the corners, she puts it in place and takes a deep breath. "Sorry," she mumbles. "Don't know what else t'say."

"That's alright," I tell her reassuringly as I connect an edge to her corner. "How about I ask you some easy questions about you, would that be okay? I know it must be strange meeting someone new like this." She nods, seeming fine with the idea. "Okay. We can start real simple. What’s your favorite color?”

“I like pink,” she tells me, her little fingers moving to set another piece carefully in its place. By the way the child moves it’s starkly evident that she’s developed overly cautious tendencies, unsurprising considering all she’s been through. It’s saddening to see, though; even with something as simple as a puzzle, she seems to be afraid to make any movement that might be too big or noticeable. “Yellow, too. And blue, ‘cause Daddy likes blue.”

“I see,” I nod as I watch the small girl’s eyes scan carefully over the remaining pieces. “Those are all nice colors. What do you like to do, Willa? How do you like to spend your time?”

Thinking for a moment, she blinks a few times before offering an answer. “Like to… to play. And spend time with Daddy, and my f’iends.”

“That sounds very fun,” I say with a smile. “You’ve mentioned your daddy a few times, Willa; can you tell me a little bit about your family? Or whoever you feel is closest to you?" I ask, understanding that the concept of 'family' might be a little bit complicated in this situation.

The girl's brow furrows slightly as she thinks for a moment, shrugging. "My family is... me, and Daddy. Daddy's name is Steve," she explains.

"Hmm, okay," I go along as we continue to work on the puzzle, more and more of the picture slowly coming together between the two of us. "What's your daddy like? I know I just met with him, as I said, but I would like to hear what you think of him as well."

"Daddy is... the best daddy in the world," Willa says lovingly, her words so soft I almost have to lean in to hear them. Her statement makes me smile, and I don't have a single doubt that she means it with all of her heart. "He's nice and- and sweet, and funny and sm-smart and-… and he doesn't get mad at me or hurt me, even when I'm really scared he will."

"That's very good to hear," I tell her gladly. "He does seem like a really great daddy, then. Do you remember how you and your daddy met?" I ask gently, wanting to tread lightly into this new territory. Willa blinks, the expression on her face shifting slightly from warmth and affection to more of a solemn look. 

"He- I-... I used to live in a lab," she discloses honestly. "D-Daddy, he-... he and his f'iends came and rescued me."

"I see," I say sadly. "I'm sorry you had to live in a lab. That seems really scary; I'm glad you were rescued by good people who could help you."

"Me too," she agrees, not seeming very comfortable with sharing much more about the topic. 

"Who else are you close with?" I ask, hoping to shift the conversation towards something more light-hearted. "Your daddy told me you've made lots of friends since being rescued."

"Peter," she responds almost instantly. "He's my b-best f'iend." I nod, already well aware of the boy's important role in Willa's life thanks to Bruce and Steve. 

"Peter, I've heard about him," I nod. "What do you and Peter like to do?"

"Lots of things," the little girl tells me. "Watch Paw Patrol and play and h-have movie marathons with Thor. He's nice too. Daddy says he's from another planet. Guess that makes him a… think it’s called a alien."

"Wow, an alien," I enthuse as we fit the last few of the puzzle pieces together before us. "That's really something else, huh?"

"Yeah. He's weird. But I like him... he's funny," she tells me, popping the very last piece into its place.

"Great job on the puzzle," I smile, taking a moment to look over the picture. "You're really good at those, huh?" She nods shyly, breaking the image back up and shuffling the pieces away into their box. "Well, sweetheart, I bet you're probably a little bit confused about who I am and why I'm here, so how about I tell you a little bit about myself and what I'm here for?" Willa nods in agreement to this, closing up the box to her puzzle and looking over at me warily, signaling she's ready to listen.

"Like I said before, my name is Dr. Brighton, and I'm a colleague of Dr. Banner’s. I'm a child psychologist, which is a fancy word for a doctor who helps kids with their emotional health, and I'm also a licensed therapist with a specialty in treating victims of severe trauma, which means I help people who have gone through really scary and hurtful things heal from their pasts and adjust to their new realities. I'm here because Dr. Banner has shared with me some of what you've gone through, and I'd really like to help you work through some of your feelings and fears as you navigate your new life. Your daddy told me some more things about you, too, things that you might need some help with, and I think that if we all work together, we can really get you feeling better and safer here. How does that sound to you?" I ask the child, hoping that my lengthy introduction made at least some sense to her.

Willa swallows hard, the look on her face leading me to believe she's feeling more cautious than flat-out confused. "I- you-... you want to help me?" she asks quietly. I nod.

"That's right, sweetie. Dr. Banner has been helping you with your physical injuries, but a lot of what you went through hurt you on an emotional level, as well, so that's the kind of doctor that I am; I'd like to help you work through your feelings."

"My feelings…” her voice trails off as she takes a moment to think. “I feel fine," she mumbles, not seeming to quite understand the point I'm making.

"That's good, I'm glad to hear that," I tell her. "But remember when you were telling me about your daddy, about how wonderful and nice he is, and you said that sometimes you get really scared that he might get angry with you or hurt you?" At this, the little girl tenses, nodding hesitantly. "Those are the kinds of fears I'd like to help you work through. I bet it's very difficult going through life when you're afraid that at any moment, you might get really hurt, isn't it?" Willa nods again. "You went through some really difficult things, sweetheart, things you never should've had to experience. Because of that, your brain had to change itself in order to protect you. But now you're safe; you have a daddy who keeps you safe and you live in a house where no one hurts you, right?" 

"Daddy p'otects me," the child tells me.

"Yes he does, so now you can start healing from all the hurt you went through. Does that make sense, sweetie? I know this must be a lot to take in." The girl nods, and I can only hope that she truly means it. "Good. And it'll take time, I'm sure, but I really think we can get you feeling better and stronger and braver, Willa. You have all those things inside of you. We just have to find them."

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[745voiceofthepeople]

What do you think of this idea?

Azula is aged down to eight or so years old and, for some reason, becomes attached to Katara.

This is a really cool idea Anonymous!

I believe that a de-aged Azula’s perceptions of Katara (and later attachments) would have be considered in two areas of time. As Azula’s psychology is drastically different before and after a certain event in her history. That is of course the boon III final and her mental breakdown (as a result of various betrayals and abandonments Azula suffers). Though the end result of Azula becoming attached to Katara remains the same. The road to get there simply changes.

Option I would be prior to the last Agni Kai. The second is after. Azula could be de-aged to VIII years old sometime perhaps during the chase or during Ba Sing Se. Possibly due to some spirit machinations. It is at this point that Azula would perhaps “imprint” on Katara (as it were). perhaps she sees Katara perform a difficult Water-bending feat and is awed? Or mayhap’s Katara’s kindness to someone that is now a former(?) enemy is enough to confuse Azula (who has been raised by Ozai to view mercy/kindness as merely a weakness) that perhaps there is a certain kind of strength in mercy. And if an VIII year old Azula becomes attached to Katara, she would begin to emulate her. Which cause all kinds of discombobulation for the poor girl. As there is a severe dichotomy between the philosophy of Ozai, and the beliefs of Katara. Treatment of the Individual comes to mind.

Katara’s own more maternal instincts would also compel her to help Azula. Being a friend and what have you. Forming a mutual attachment between a senior and junior friend you will. Due to this friendship and Katara showing Azula (through) actions the benefits of her belief system (as opposed to Ozai) and the friendship between the two that Azula would eventually (through much effort) repudiate her father.

In addition, if a de-aged Azula does indeed become attached to Katara, she would open up about her own childhood, to the person who she know feels would be worthy to hear. Azula would talk about Ursa’s (albeit unintentional) emotional neglect. Thus, Katara and Azula would bound over the fates of both of their mothers. A girl who’s mater died for her, and one who believe their mother never loved her.

Azula would also later talk about being raised by Ozai. At first, she would speak of her father with a sense of pride. Katara would of course be horrified. Living under constant fear (of not being perfect and being “like Zuko) and being molded into a perfect child soldier is an injustice. No matter how pretty the place may be. Katara, would attempt to gradually express to Azula the belief that she was abused by Ozai. Which is a nation that Azula would vehemently reject at first. Perhaps even with an accompanied tantrum from a de-aged Azula? But maybe not, as Azula likely learned to control her emotions at a young age in Azulons’ palace (let alone Ozai’s).

Later. After trying to prove Katara wrong , Azula would have to confront with reality of her abuse. Which would Plummet her loyalty to Ozai and his regime. While strengthening her attachment to Katara.

A de-aged Azula joining the Gaang (as Katara’s shadow in this case) would also have most beneficial effect on the war effort against the FN. Due to Ozai losing an excellent traction and one of the greatest benders in his empire to the enemy. Not too mention the benefits to Aang in learning Fire Bending.

For Azula personally? She would unlearn (as it were) the more insalubrious teaching of Ozai under Katara’s edification efforts. Azula would then be in much healthy state of mind. And also socially. She might even possibly choose to live in the South Pole if her attachment to Katara persists.

For option II: The de-aging would take place at some point after the final Agni Kai. Perhaps while Azula is undergoing Zuko’s quest during “the S earch” comic? Though anytime frame after the Agni-Kai could be chosen.

While it is my belief, that much of Azula’s healing from her trauma would be the same (talking about Ozai’s abuse and Ursa neglect) would be the same. There would also be added wariness between Azula’s and Katara’s potential attachment.

This added wariness would be because of the various betrayal and abandonments Azula suffered just before the last Agni Kai. Deserved or otherwise. When Azula is de-aged to VIII years old and Katara decides to befriend the girl (believing that no one is “born evil”) she would have to overcome the hurdle of extreme distrust and paranoia.

Which is a psychological hold-over that would remain even after Azula is de-aged.

Azula would also see (very reluctantly) see Katara as a powerful bender due to being “bested”by her. Despite my own personal gripes with Katara’s “victories” over Azula in the show. A possible consequence of this is that a de-aged Azula would view Katara as a source of strength. Which after being attached to her would evolve to Katara being seen as a source of safety.

Or, A de-aged Azula would greatly resent Katara for contributing in “ruining her life” and it would make the formation of any mural attachments an uphill battle. Viewing Katara as both a source of shame, and possibly as an obstacle to overcome. Along with childlike anger that would come with the de-aging. Thus, Katara would have to prove that she can be trusted to not abandon Azula. But, if Katara had made up her mind to do so, I have no doubt that she would eventually succeed in forming an enduring friendship. Persistence can pay of. Especially, if it’s done by a stubborn water bender.

Once that happens, perhaps Katara would try to encourage Azula to “mend the fences” with their family so to speak. While also probably giving Iroh, Ursa, and (maybe) Zuko the dressing down of a lifetime. Katara would also (I believe) encourage Azula to peruse a closer relationship with Kiyi. As well as attempting to show Azula that even if Kiyi is indeed a “replacement daughter” as Azula belives, it is not her fault. And only Ursa not Kiyi should be held in (at least before any reconciliation) contempt for it.

And if one wishes to go down the Azutara route, after Azula is re-aged (physically and mentally) back to (let’s say) XVI or XVII following option II Azula and Katara would remain attached to one another. And I would not be surprised if an attraction develops stemming from the attachment after the re-aging.

If not, then they would remain as historians say “very good friends” even after the re-aging.

If indeed the re-aging of Azula happens at all. She may be stuck as an VIII year old and forced to age from then on.

Thank you for the ask anon! It was very interesting to contemplate. I hope I have satisfied your query.

[raw-lesbian-energy]

Anne-sterminator

Summary: A dangerous enemy finally locates Anne, Caroline, and the Plantars.

Fandom: Amphibia (The Wild Soul AU)

Pairing: None

Features: Self-Insert Character

Word Count: 4,648

Warnings: Dismemberment (of a robot), mention of child neglect

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It was a warm evening at the Boonchuy’s house, and all had gathered for one of the family’s favourite events; movie night.

Mr. and Mrs. Boonchuy snuggled up on one end of the couch, while Hop Pop, Polly, and Frobo took the other. Caroline and Sprig had taken up the armchair, and all were watching the new Fumigator 4 with excitement. After the Plantars’ unintentional reveal at the Thai Temple, Caroline was frequenting the Boonchuy residence much more often, and movie night was one she never missed. There was another, however, who had chosen to skip out on movie night; Anne.

Much to everyone’s surprise, the teen had volunteered to do the housework while the others watched the film. She folded the laundry, took out the garbage, and even cleaned the entire kitchen by herself. Once she had finished, she returned to the living room just in time to slide a coaster underneath Hop Pop’s coffee mug.

“Oooh!” The group chorused, giving her a polite round of applause. Anne gained a sheepish look, her cheeks turning pink as she rubbed the back of her neck.

“You know Anne,” her mother said, “it really is remarkable how much you have grown.”

“Aww, thanks mom.” Anne replied, still sheepish.

“We mean it.” Mr. Boonchuy chimed in. “I mean, you used to be so irresponsible! Like, change the grade on your report card irresponsible.” Anne’s expression quickly became panicked and she let out a nervous laugh.

“Didn’t think you guys knew about that.” She said, briefly glancing sideways.

“But you really changed.” Mrs. Boonchuy spoke again, getting up from the couch and walking over to the teen. “And you’ve been so upfront and honest with us this whole time.” Anne’s expression faltered again, and Caroline’s brow furrowed.

“Right…upfront and honest.” Anne managed. Neither of her parents seemed to notice her tone, still giving her fond smiles.

“We’re just so proud of you.” Her mom said, opening her arms. “Come here, sweetie.”

“Bring it in.” Her dad added. Before Anne could move, both her parents pulled her in for a hug, causing her face to twist in guilt.

“Hey!” She suddenly blurted, moving her parents off of her. “I’m uh, gonna go get some coffee ice cream! Anyone want any? Sprig?” She leaned closer to the small pink frog, who had yet to pick up on Anne’s feelings.

“Eh, I’m good-whoa!” He cried out in surprise as Anne picked him up, hauling him away and disappearing into the kitchen. There was a small moment of silence, but it didn’t last as Caroline abruptly got up from the armchair.

“Y’know what, I might grab some, too.” She said, heading out of the room. Mr. and Mrs. Boonchuy exchanged looks, but neither chose to say anything as they returned to the couch to watch the rest of the movie.

“Anne?” Caroline spoke as she came into the kitchen. “You doing okay, kiddo?” Anne quickly turned around to face the young woman, her expression a mix of guilt and panic.

“I can’t do this anymore!” She exclaimed. Sprig still looked confused, hopping up onto the counter.

“Do what? Eat coffee ice cream?” He asked. “I agree, it’s pretty risky after five-”

“No, my folks.” Anne interrupted, a saddened tone in her voice. “I never told them about Andrias, or the robot hunting us, or the hunking invasion!” She let out a groan and hung her head, prompting Caroline to move beside her and put a comforting hand on her shoulder. Anne glanced up at her for a moment, a small frown still on her face before she returned her gaze to the floor.

“They think I’m being upfront and honest, but I’m not.” She muttered. Sprig frowned.

“But, you said this is the only way they’d be okay with any of this.” He reminded her. Anne looked up at him.

“I know.” She replied. “But it’s not right. I’m gonna tell them everything, right now.” Caroline couldn’t help but smile, taking her hand off of Anne’s shoulder.

“Your parents are right, kid.” She said, drawing her attention. “You really have grown.” Anne felt a small warmth of comfort form in her chest, smiling back at the young woman before focusing her eyes on the kitchen door. Taking a breath, she straightened herself up, heading back into the living room with Sprig and Caroline in tow.

“Mom, dad?” Anne spoke up, grabbing their attentions. “There’s something I have to tell you.”

“What is it, sweetie?” Mrs. Boonchuy asked. Anne hesitated for a moment, her gaze turning down to Sprig. The small frog gave her a thumbs up in reassurance, and she let out a small sigh.

“Well,” she started, “the thing is-”

BOOM!

A thunderous crash sounded from just outside the house, interrupting Anne and shaking everything in the living room. A chorus of panicked cries sounded in response, while Anne focused her gaze on the living room window.

“What the heck was that?!” She exclaimed. Without waiting for an answer, she rushed for the window and drew the curtains back, seeing the frog-bot itself standing right on the front lawn. Its’ left arm was replaced with an excavator’s arm, while its’ right leg now had a buzzsaw for a foot. The sight of it made Anne’s face pale in horror, and sure enough, it noticed her too.

“Anne?” Mrs. Boonchuy spoke up. “What’s going on-?”

“Get down!” Anne shouted, rushing back and throwing herself onto her parents. All three hit the floor just as the front window was smashed in, allowing the robot to climb into the house.

“Everyone upstairs!” Anne ordered, quickly getting to her feet. “Move!” No one argued as they all booked it up the steps, barely avoiding the sight of the frog-bot chasing them.

“Quick, we can hide in my workout room!” Mrs. Boonchuy told them. Again, no one argued as they flooded into the room, Anne being the last one in and shutting the door behind her.

“We can hide out here while we-…” Anne‘s words trailed off as she noticed the room, or more specifically what was in it. Several statues made out of various objects were scattered throughout, but all of them had some resemblance to Anne.

“Mom, this is not a workout room!” The teen exclaimed.

“Yes it is!” Her mother argued. “When I thought you ran away, it’s where I worked out all my stress.” Caroline’s eyes went wide as the realization struck her.

“Mrs. B, perhaps I should recommend you a therapist?” She suggested. Mrs. Boonchuy gave her a confused and mildly offended look, but Anne’s attention was drawn to one of the statues in particular.

“Wait, why is this one dressed like a doctor?” She asked.

“A mom can dream, can’t she?” Mrs. Boonchuy replied, a slightly annoyed tone in her voice. Anne’s expression turned angry.

“Why do I get the feeling I’m not living up to your expectations?” She snipped. Before anyone else could speak, the floor was suddenly torn through and the frog-bot leapt into the room. It glared around for a moment, only to gain a look of confusion as it noticed the statues.

“Multiple Anne Boonchuys confirmed.” It spoke.

“It’s after you?!” Mrs. Boonchuy blurted. Anne froze in place, hardly hearing her mom as her eyes remained locked on the robot.

“Eliminating.” The frog-bot said, reeling back its’ excavator arm and launching it forward. It collided with the doctor statue right next to Anne, the force sending it through the wall and down to the sidewalk outside. It was quick to follow to finish the job, pummelling the decoy into the ground.

“Okay, maaaybe there’s a couple of things I haven’t told you guys.” Anne admitted. Both her parents stared at her in horror, but the sound of the robot still destroying the statue made them decide now was not the time to talk. Instead, the group seized the opportunity and snuck back downstairs, quietly making their way outside and into the Boonchuy’s van. They watched as the robot grabbed and held up the decoy, ultimately causing the fake hair to fall off and reveal that it wasn’t the real Anne. The bot’s face once again turned to confusion, and as it picked up the mop to scan it, Mr. Boonchuy peeled out of the driveway and sped down the road. The frog-bot narrowed its’ eyes and quickly gave chase, leaping up and across the rooftops after them.

“Honey, why is there a robot chasing us?” Mrs. Boonchuy asked Anne in concern, turning to look at her daughter in the backseat.

“Well, the thing is,” Anne started, turning herself away from the rear window, “and I was totally gonna tell you, the king of Amphibia kind of has it out for us.”

“She punched him in the face.” Sprig added.

“You what?!” Both Mr. and Mrs. Boonchuy exclaimed at once, looking back at their daughter in disbelief.

“Eyes on the road! Eyes on the road!” Caroline shouted, pointing back out the front window. Mr. Boonchuy quickly turned forward again, seeing a teenage girl walking her dog and swerving to avoid them at the last second. The frog-bot was still chasing after them, now leaping off of the rooftops to pursue them on the street.

“Can’t this robo-snail go any faster?” Polly cried, waving her arms from the backseat.

“I’m sorry,” Mr. Boonchuy replied in a frantic tone, “I’m not used to running for my life from a crazy robot!”

“Then move over!” Caroline suddenly called, leaning forward from the backseat. In one move, she pulled the driver’s seat adjuster, slid Mr. Boonchuy back, and vaulted in front to take the wheel. With a determined gleam in her eyes, the young woman slammed on the gas, the engine roaring as it sped down the street and onto the freeway. She weaved through the cars and traffic with ease, hardly having to slow down as they raced across the city.

“Whoa, Caroline, where’d you learn this?” Anne exclaimed, sounding impressed.

“I might’ve done a bit of racing when I first got my license.” Caroline admitted, grinning excitedly as she kept her eyes on the road. “And besides, I’ve been wanting to put my driving skills up against this hunk of scrap!”

“Wait, does that mean this isn’t your first time seeing this robot?” Mrs. Boonchuy cut in. Caroline’s grin vanished instantly, and Anne shot her a glare.

“Caroline, you’re not helping!” She snapped. Before the young woman could respond, the sound of metal on stone was heard behind them and her eyes turned to look in the rearview mirror. The frog-bot was now racing down the freeway at high speeds, using its’ buzzsaw foot as a makeshift rollerblade to catch up to them faster. The Plantars let out screams of panic at the sight, while Anne quickly looked around the car for something to use. Her eyes fell on her bag of tennis supplies, and taking it in one hand, she hopped the backseat, popped the trunk open, and smacked a ball at the bot. It was quick to volley the shot back, which ultimately resulted in a high speed tennis match between it and Anne.

“Oof, your backhand is looking pretty rusty.” Mr. Boonchuy commented, watching the match intently since Caroline had taken over driving.

“Dad!” Anne shot back, clearly out of patience. The ball was soon knocked away and lost, leading to the frog-bot drawing out a nail gun it had attached as a weapon. Anne slammed the trunk shut as it fired, nails stabbing through the back window and roof of the car. Sprig and Polly let out panicked screams at the sight, but Caroline had no tolerance for it. Without warning, she hit the brakes and swerved into position on the robot’s left, catching it by surprise. A brief moment of eye contact occurred between the bot and the young woman, to which she gave it a cocky grin and side slammed it, sending it skidding off of the freeway entirely.

“Yes!” Anne and the Plantars cried in excitement.

“Take that, you bucket of bolts!” Polly shouted after it. Caroline let out a laugh that was a mix of excited and relieved, soon focusing her attention back on the road.

“Uh, there’s a split coming up!” Mr. Boonchuy warned, tapping Caroline on the shoulder.

“I see it.” Caroline replied, still focusing on the road. “I’m taking the 210; the 405 is always jammed at this hour.” Without waiting for a response, she changed over and got onto the ramp, heading up and around the corner to the 210. Just as she reached the top, however, a figure erupted from the bushes below, revealing itself to be the frog-bot as it landed directly in their path. There was a chorus of panicked screams, but Caroline merely grinned and floored it, running right over the bot and continuing down the freeway.

“Heh, he really thought he was doing something.” She chuckled, shaking her head. Looking back at the road, she saw an exit and got off, turning and stopping under a bridge to hopefully keep out of sight.

“Did we lose it?” Mrs. Boonchuy asked.

“I hope so.” Mr. Boonchuy replied, glancing around nervously. There was a pause before the sound of slicing was heard just above them, and a hole was suddenly cut straight through the bridge. Chunks of concrete hit the car as the frog-bot dropped from above, landing in front of them and letting out a distorted laugh. Caroline was quick to switch the car into reverse, slamming on the gas and peeling away to avoid its’ swiping claws. She wound up ramming into the chainlink gate of a junkyard, the lock snapping and the doors flying open as the van raced through. She weaved through the piles of garbage until she found a spot to park, quickly pulling into it and turning the car off.

“Hurry, everyone! Hide!” Anne whisper-shouted as she opened the car door. Everyone else was quick to climb out as well, and Mr. Boonchuy locked the van after them before running to join the group. The frog-bot soon entered the junkyard after them, narrowing its’ eyes before walking in a different direction to begin its’ search. Anne and Caroline watched it carefully from behind a junk pile, neither daring to move until the bot was out of sight.

“Okay guys, I think we’re safe for now.” Anne said.

“Anne Savisa Boonchuy and Caroline Maria Hill!” Mrs. Boonchuy snapped, causing both of them to flinch. The two turned around with panicked expressions, but Caroline’s also held confusion.

“Wait, why was I full named?” She blurted.

“Because you’re clearly involved in this, too!” Mrs. Boonchuy replied crossly. “Now, what is going on?”

“What do you mean?” Anne asked, her voice wavering slightly. “There’s a giant robot trying to kill us. I thought that was clear.”

“Yes!” Mrs. Boonchuy replied in an increasingly frustrated tone. “But why, Anne? Why? Is there something you want to tell us?” Anne felt herself shrink under her mother’s cold stare.

“Mom, take it easy.” She managed, trying to keep her voice calm.

“Honey,” Mr. Boonchuy cut in, “maybe we should hear her out.”

“No!” Mrs. Boonchuy snapped. “She’s lying to us! You’ve done something, haven’t you? That’s why that thing is after us!”

“I-It’s complicated.” Anne replied, still trying to keep her voice down.

“Mrs. Boonchuy,” Caroline spoke up, stepping forward, “I know you’re upset, but you honestly don’t know what Anne’s been through-”

“And you do?!” Mrs. Boonchuy was on the verge of yelling now, startling the young woman. “She told you what was happening, but not her own parents? Why would she do that if she hadn’t done something wrong?” Caroline wound up blanking on a response, causing Mrs. Boonchuy to turn her gaze back to Anne.

“I knew it, we were wrong about you!” She exclaimed angrily. “You’re still the same irresponsible little girl who used to cut class! When are you going to grow up? When are you going to stop getting in trouble? When Anne, when?”

“I don’t know, okay?!”

The teen’s sudden outburst caused everyone to fall silent, all eyes watching her carefully. Anne kept her eyes focused on her mother momentarily, but soon turned away and dropped her gaze.

“I don’t know when I’ll be the daughter you want me to be.” She said quietly. “And I’m sorry. It’s true, I did lie. But I did it to protect the people I really care about.” Her gaze turned over to the Plantars as she spoke, prompting her parents and Caroline to look at them as well. The three frogs stayed quiet as they watched anxiously, not wanting to say anything in case it made things worse.

“I’ve learned so much from you two these past few weeks.” Anne continued, all attention returning to her. “I finally appreciate how much you’ve done for me. Now I’m asking for your help.” In a last effort attempt, Anne stepped forward and took hold of her mother’s hands, still maintaining eye contact.

“Please.” She pleaded. “I can’t do this without you.” Anne’s mother hesitated, but her dad stepped up and put a hand on his wife’s shoulder. Mrs. Boonchuy turned her gaze to him, seeing a comforting look in his eyes before he focused on Anne.

“We’re with you, Anne.” He told her. “Right, mom?” Mrs. Boonchuy hesitated again, causing Anne’s anxiety to build.

“I don’t know.” She managed at last. “Isn’t this all just too much?” Before Anne could respond, the sound of footsteps began to approach and she ducked behind the pile of junk. The rest of the group were quick to follow, and Anne peered out just in time to see the frog-bot pick up a scrapped car and toss it in their direction. It hit another trash pile before crashing to the ground, but it was close enough that everyone was immediately on edge.

“So, is there a plan?” Sprig asked nervously. “Really hoping for a plan.” Anne quickly started to look around, trying to spot anything useful when she noticed a basketball and broken mop head. An idea popped into her mind, and her gaze turned to her mother still hiding against the junk pile.

“Hey mom,” she spoke, “feel like putting your artistic skills to use?”

Meanwhile, the frog-bot continued to search the junkyard, pushing past and overturning heaps of garbage in search of Anne and the others. There was a pause as it checked something on itself, but its’ attention was soon drawn as it noticed a silhouette of what looked like Anne.

“Target confirmed.” It spoke, rushing forward and kicking the silhouette’s head. It came clean off, only to bounce away and reveal it had been a basketball with a mop head draped on top of it.

“Hey! Metal head!” Anne’s voice suddenly called from behind it. “Looking for me?” The bot turned around to find a mass of Anne-like statues, all of them having just enough resemblance to confuse it. Another one was quick to pop up as well, with Mrs. Boonchuy carefully hiding behind it to keep out of the robot’s sight.

“Whoa!” Polly exclaimed in awe. “Mama, you work fast!”

“It’s all about rhythm, baby!” Mrs. Boonchuy replied proudly. The frog-bot scanned over each Anne statue, but when it was unable to tell them apart, it drew its’ mounted nail gun and fired. A barrage of nails tore through each decoy, shredding and knocking them apart until none were left standing.

“Now, guys!” Anne shouted from a hidden position. At once, Sprig, Caroline, Hop Pop, and Mr. Boonchuy leapt out, each of them wielding metal pipes as makeshift weapons. They charged the bot and swung at it with all they had, but they weren’t able to do much damage. Anne quickly joined in wielding a wooden plank, but the frog-bot snagged it in its’ claw and snapped it in two. Finally getting fed up, the robot rapidly spun itself around, hitting everyone and sending them flying back. It then focused on Anne, leaping over to her and snagging her by the torso with its’ excavator claw.

“No no no no no!” Anne cried, frantically gripping at the dirt. Her attempt to escape wound up in vain as the frog-bot pulled her up, holding her high and pointing the nail gun right at her face.

“Target confirmed.” It said coldly. “Mission complete.”

“Hey robot!”

The sudden shout drew its’ attention, and it looked to see Mrs. Boonchuy charging at it with a sledgehammer in hand.

“Leave my daughter ALONE!” She shouted. With a powerful swing, she slammed the sledgehammer onto its’ head, caving in half of it. She kept swinging, landing blow after denting blow until it let go of Anne. The teen cried out as she hit the dirt, but was quick to recover and grabbed a nearby metal pole to fight. The frog-bot stumbled backwards in her direction, and thrusting forward, she stabbed the metal pole clean through its’ stomach. The bot screeched in response, falling back over to Mrs. Boonchuy, who swung again and took one of its’ legs clean off. Anne rejoined and smashed off an arm, and soon the robot collapsed with a pained scream onto a nearby pile of garbage.

“Wow, mom!” Anne exclaimed, working to catch her breath. “Good arm!” Mrs. Boonchuy let out a shaky laugh, tossing the sledgehammer aside as she walked over to her daughter.

“You too.” She replied.

“Whoa!” Sprig said in awe, staring at the mangled mess that was the frog-bot. “That was crazy, you guys!”

“I like your style, Mrs. B!” Polly added.

“Were you surprised by that display of ferocity, Mr. Boonchuy?” Hop Pop asked, turning his gaze to the man. Mr. Boonchuy had a blank expression on his face as he stared at the robot.

“No.” He replied simply. Before anything else could be said, a distorted, menacing laugh came from the robot, drawing all eyes back to it.

“Self destruct in t-minus 10…9…” it said, its’ chest opening to show a built-in red countdown. All eyes went wide in horror.

“Oh no, that thing’s still loaded!” Mr. Boonchuy exclaimed. Everyone was quick to take a step back, still watching the flashing countdown.

“What do we do?!” Hop Pop asked frantically.

“All that, and we’re still toast?!” Polly cried.

“Not on my watch.”

Everyone turned as Anne spoke, watching as her eyes lit up with blue energy. Her body was soon surrounded in a bright blue glow, and pushing off of the ground, she ran at the bot at high speed. With a powerful kick, she launched it into the stratosphere, the force of it severing its’ last arm in the process. It flew straight up and out of sight, a few seconds passing before it detonated and caused a hole to form in the cloud cover. Anne’s power faded shortly after, leaving the teen weary and out of breath.

“Anne?” Her mother spoke, staring in shock.

“What was that?” Her father blurted.

“Gosh, guys.” Anne managed, her voice weak. “I have so much…to tell you…” shortly after the words left her mouth, the teen’s body reached its’ limit and she stumbled back. Both Sprig and Caroline were quick to run in and catch her, carefully supporting her as they helped her sit down.

“Easy there, kiddo.” Caroline said softly. Anne’s parents exchanged glances, but remained silent as everyone regrouped and headed back for the van. Caroline let Anne lean on her for the walk back, but Mrs. Boonchuy wound up getting in the backseat to stay with her daughter. The young woman ended up taking the passenger’s seat instead, and Mr. Boonchuy took the wheel to drive them all home. Anne barely managed to stay awake as they started back, which led to the Plantars explaining the full story of what happened in Amphibia.

“Honestly, Mrs. Boonchuy.” Hop Pop said. “Anne has just been trying to-”

“Protect you three.” Mrs. Boonchuy interrupted, but there was no anger in her tone. “I get it now. And whatever it is you guys need to do, we’ll do it together.” Without warning, Anne’s mom pulled all of them in for a hug, which earned a grunt of protest from Anne.

“Aww, the driver always gets left out of the group hug.” Mr. Boonchuy complained. Caroline chuckled, leaning over and giving him a careful hug.

“Don’t worry Mr. B, I got you.” She told him. Mr. Boonchuy smiled as she sat back, looking at her for a moment before focusing back on the road.

“Aw, thanks, Caroline.” He said.

“And thank you for looking after Anne.” Mrs. Boonchuy added. “Even if she didn’t tell us, I’m glad she had someone she could trust.” Caroline’s cheeks and ears turned a light pink, and she rubbed her neck sheepishly.

“Aw, it’s no problem.” She replied. “Besides, I could tell she was being honest. Anne knows better than to lie to me when it involves Marcy.” She glanced back at the teen behind her, seeing her leaning against her mom’s shoulder half asleep.

“She might have a habit of getting into trouble,” the young woman continued, “but she’s got good intentions.”

“Heh, yeah.” Mr. Boonchuy chuckled, his eyes falling on the dent in the van’s hood. “If only good intentions could pay for repairs.” Caroline blinked, her sheepish expression vanishing.

“Oh, I can cover that.” She said casually. Mr. and Mrs. Boonchuy both looked at her in surprise.

“You can?” Mrs. Boonchuy asked.

“Oh sure.” Caroline replied, smiling. “It’s no big deal. Consider it a thank you.”

“Okay, hold on.” Sprig suddenly piped up, drawing her attention. “This is like the third time that you’ve offered to pay for stuff like this. Where are you getting all that money?” Caroline blinked once.

“Oh, my parents are actually billionaire actors.” She explained. “I didn’t want to be a movie star, so they basically disowned me, but now they pay me 50k a month to keep my mouth shut about it.” There was a long pause that followed her words, prompting the young woman to turn around and notice everyone, including Anne, staring at her in shock.

“What?” She said.

“Wait, you’re not joking?” Mrs. Boonchuy asked. Caroline raised an eyebrow.

“Uh, no?” She replied, confused by their reaction. “Why would I joke about this?”

“So your parents are really celebrities?” Anne exclaimed. “Which ones?”

“Stephen and Mary Hill.” Caroline told her.

“Those two?” Mr. Boonchuy blurted. “I didn’t know they’d even had a kid!”

“Wait, I think Stephen was the guy who played Lord Frankerton in Primthistle Manor.” Polly chimed in.

“Say Caroline,” Hop Pop spoke up, leaning forward in his seat, “do you think there’s any chance your folks would help out a fellow thespian?” Caroline’s expression quickly turned sour.

“Okay, that’s it.” She said, clapping her hands together. “The discussion about my family is officially closed.” Anne and the Plantars began to protest, but Caroline was quick to shut it down.

“Nope, no complaints.” She told them. “Hop Pop ruined it by asking for help in the biz. Blame him.” Anne, Sprig, and Polly quickly shot glares at the older frog, who gained a guilty expression and chuckled awkwardly. Caroline couldn’t help but glance back at them, a small smile appearing on her face. She didn’t like her biological family, but the one she had with her now was really starting to grow on her.

——————

Meanwhile, hidden away at an undisclosed location, two officers once again looked over the traffic cam footage. There was no denying what sat in front of them; Anne, the frog-bot, and the Plantars in the back of the van, all speeding down the freeway.

“Get HQ on the line. This may be the real deal.” One said, zooming in on Sprig in the paused video. “It’s time to call Mr. X.”

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Bad Girl's Club, Chapter 28

Word Count:  1.6k

Warnings:  angst, mentions of cheating, sex/smut, over-intoxication, mentions of drug use, mentions of unintentional harm to a child/neglect.

“How is it that the only relationship that managed to work out was Jenna and Lances?”

Avery frowned, “Me and Johnny are still together.”

“Johnny’s been hanging around with Lily, partying with him and the rest of the guys…you know how that’s going to work out!” Jess spat angrily as she glared at Avery momentarily, “she ruined my marriage and she’s going to ruin yours too if you don’t stand up for your family.”

Guys, stop!” Jenna frowned, looking at her two sad friends who were making sure that Rose, and Avery’s two little boys were having engaged tummy time, “we’re not supposed to be talking about negative things today…it’s a happy day!”

“Easy for you to say,” Jess frowned, “you and Lance are all rainbows and sunshine.  Ransom married me two months ago and now we’re getting a divorce because Lily ruined it!”

“What actually happened?” Avery asked quietly, nervously, as she feared for what type of thing Lily might be setting Johnny up in, “you’ve never told us…just kept saying it was Lily’s fault.”

“Harlan and Linda wanted to celebrate Evan’s birthday, so I stopped into Blood Like Wine, because Harlan was there for the day.  We went out to lunch, and Ransom missed it.  Lily insisted on having lunch with him alone, but I knew something was up…he wouldn’t answer his phone either.  And when I got back with the kids, he was beyond blackout drunk, with Lily’s mom riding him.  That son of a bitch now has bastard Drysdale number four cooking up in his exes stomach.”

Both of the girls gasped, shocked to hear that coming from Jess’ lips.  But she only nodded, a few tears welling up in her eyes, “he didn’t even realize I’d walked in and was telling her that he loved her…telling her that he missed her while she rode him…in our bed.”

Avery bit her lip, her own anxiety growing as she looked down at her identical sons, Dominic and Alex.   They were spitting images of their father with his oceanic eyes and sweet smiles, “L-Lily wouldn’t mess with anyone’s marriage…sh-“

“She messed with mine, Aves…” she spat, “and ever since she went to that stupid event last month with Sam, she’s been schlepping around Stark Tower…left Curtis for that one guy that claims he’s a god.  She’ll mess with you and Johnny.”

“Johnny wouldn’t do that,” she whimpered as she played with Dominic’s little curls, “he-he wouldn’t do that…”

Jenna put her hand on her friend’s shoulder, “Jess is just upset, Avery…Johnny wouldn’t cheat on you, Avery.”

“Yeah, well I didn’t think Ransom would cheat on me either.”

“Jess…”

She sighed, picking Rose up, “you’re right though, I’m being too negative.  I’m going to go feed Rose…”

“Jes-“

But she was already walking away, moving around the back of the couch and towards her diaper bag so that she could get some cloths to put between her shirt when she fed Rose. 

“S-so what’s going on with you and Lance, Jenna?” Avery asked after a moment, “you always talk about how well things are going with the lecture circuit and stuff…and I know you and Lance moved in together last month…”

“Yeah,” she smiled softly, thinking about her boyfriend, “we uh…we’ve been talking about it since before graduation, and Lance and I are going to adopt…”

“What?  When?”

“We-well, we met this really nice woman while I was touring and she didn’t want the pregnancy, but she didn’t have the heart to abort it…Her partner is trans, and in the middle of transitioning male to female…they didn’t think they could have children…and didn’t really want children,” she admitted sadly, “but we got to really know them, and they offered us the baby…and well, I really want to be a mom, and Lance really wants to be a dad.”

Avery gasped, “Jenna…that’s amazing…wh-when is she due?”

“Next month,” she admitted, biting her lip, “I-I didn’t know if I should tell you guys until it happened.  Lance is very skittish about it, because he’s worried they’ll see the baby and want to keep him.”

“You know the baby’s going to be a boy?”

She smiled, “yeah…we uh-we want to name him Ryder.”

“Jenna, that’s so amazing,” Avery cooed, “I’m so happy for you.”

“I’m not going to lie, I’m pretty scared,” she admitted, “I mean…it’s all happening really fast.  I didn’t expect it to all go so quickly.”

“It does sneak up on you pretty quickly,” she answered, “I mean…it feels like just yesterday Johnny and I found out that we were having twins…and now here they are…”

“Lance is putting up the bassinet today while I’m out with you and Jess,” she smiled, “he’s been over the moon since we agreed on it…I didn’t think we’d ever get to start a little family of our own…but here we are…”

“Well yeah,” Avery smiled, forgetting about her own concerns for a few minutes as she reached out to her friend, “Jenna, you’re going to be a mom.”

“I’m going to be a mom!” she repeated happily. 

“This isn’t working for me anymore, Curtis,” Lily scoffed as she looked at her husband who was cradling his newborn daughter in his arms.  Curtis looked up at her with an emotion that she couldn’t recognize, “why are you looking at me like that?”

“You’re drunk again, aren’t you?” he asked softly.

“I’m telling you that I want you to get out!” she spat, “butt out of my life, Everett!”

“You live in my cabin,” he growled, “if anyone’s ‘getting out’ it’s going to be you!”

“Well then I’m taking my daughter!”

She went to reach out for her, but Curtis held tightly to his daughter, “you’re not taking Maritza anywhere, Lil!”

“She’s my daughter!”

“She’s our daughter!” he pointed out, “I may not have been a consenting partner, but she’s mine just as much is she is yours, Lily!  And I’ll be damned if you think you’re going to take her away from me!”

“I’ll have my father call up the lawy-“

“And do what?” he growled, “I can prove that you’re a neglectful mother!  I can prove that you’re a partying, lazy alcoholic, Lil!  I don’t even have alcohol in the house because of you!  Because I’m worried that if I go to work in the Fall that you’ll be left alone with her and hurt her!”

“I would nev-“

“YOU ALMOST DROWNED HER LAST WEEK!” he yelled.  The little girl didn’t so much as shift in his arms and he frowned, “she’s already deaf because of you…you had to harm her while she was still developing…but that wasn’t enough.  I came home from grocery shopping, and you were passed out in our bed while she was in the tub.  The water was almost at her nose and mouth.  Imagine if I’d gone out and got your dry cleaning like you demanded too!  Our daughter would be dead!”

Lily wanted to argue. 

She wanted to yell and scream at her husband, and tell him that he was wrong, but he wasn’t.  And she couldn’t tell him that he wasn’t.  The tears pricked at the corners of her eyes and Curtis frowned. 

“You need to think about someone other than yourself for once, Lily…” he growled as he clung to his infant daughter, “you may have willed our daughter into this world, but I’ll be damned if I let you hurt her anymore than you already have!”

“Fucking asshole!” she seethed as the man below her bucked up into her core.  Her manicured nails pressed down onto his chest as she rode him, allowing herself to feel every inch dragging along her inner walls, “Fuck.  Right there!  God, it’s about fucking time.  THERE!”

“Sammy,” Chase whimpered pathetically, his eyes closed tight as he bucked his hips again.  Lily frowned, knowing that the one person that stood up for her was the object of her lovers’ fantasies in that current moment.  Her orgasm ruined, she started to shift, attempting to move herself off Chase’s rock-hard length, but he stopped her.  His hazy inebriated eyes shot open as he held onto her, “baby don’t leave me.”

“Chase you’re drunk…too drunk.  This isn’t working for me,” Lily commented, pulling her arm from Chase’s grasp as she rolled off his bed, “I’m Lily, asshole…”

Lily Everett?” he asked, his eyes finally opening even more as though he was actually just now seeing her, “wh-what are you doing here?  Where’s Sammy?  Whe-where’s my girl?”

“Sam left at the beginning of summer, asshole!” she hissed, collecting her clothes, “not that you’d remember any of it.  You’ve been drunk since she broke up with you!”

“Whe-where are you going?”

“Home,” she growled, not bothering to shoot him another look as she threw on her dress and started on her heels, “or maybe to that club in Soho…Johnny texted me again…needed to get away from his nagging wife and kids”

“Johnny?” he asked shortly, sitting up, “Johnny’s married to Avey!”

“Maybe tell your daughter to be less of a whining bitch next time she comes over and makes sure you’re not passed out in a pile of your own vomit,” Lily spat, rage filling her to the core as she thought about her one-time best friend and her so-called picture perfect life, “he likes it when a woman is quiet between his legs and he’s high as shit a lot better.”

“What?” Chase asked, clearly confused.  Lily rolled her eyes and started towards the door as Chase began whimpering from his bed, “SAM WAIT!  Baby come back!”

“I’m not Sam, you drunk prick!” she called, slamming the door behind herself.

#bad girls club #chase collins smut #chase collins #the covenant #curtis everett #snowpiercer #snowpiercer au #hugh ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale #knives out au #knives out #lance tucker #the bronze

[autistichwsamerica]

Day 2: Hurt/Comfort

@hwsrarepairweek2022

Pairing: AmeLiet

Word Count: 503

TW: One brief mention of unintentional child neglect

America did not like being alone.  This was a fundamental fact that Lithuania knew.

So, when Lithuania got a call in the late hours of the night, and he saw that it was his boyfriend, he answered.

“Alfred?” he said. 

“Tolys—oh shit, how late is it over there? I’m sorry dude, you can go back to bed.  Ignore this,” America rambled.

That only heightened Lithuania’s concerns.

“No, it’s fine,” Lithuania said.  “You didn’t wake me.”

“Oh, that’s good,” America said; his voice sounded a little odd.

“Are you alright?” Lithuania asked.

“Of course, dude!” America said, albeit not very convincingly.  “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You called at—” Lithuania checked the clock, “10:30 at night.  You don’t normally do that unless you’re upset.  Did something happen?”

“No, nothing happened,” America said.

“Well—okay,” Lithuania said, deciding it was better not to press the issue.  Trying to force America to open up would just make him shut down more.  “But if you did want to talk, I’d listen, okay?”

“Alfred?” Lithuania asked; America sighed.

“I promise you, it’s dumb,” America said.

“If it’s upsetting you, it isn’t dumb,” Lithuania said.

America was silent for a moment; then—

“I just—felt kind of lonely, I guess” America finally said.  He sounded like he was trying to sound off-handed, but failed miserably.

Lithuania didn’t get a chance to say anything before America was spilling (that was another thing about America; when he opened up, things tended to come rushing out).

“Matt’s busy, and Tony’s gonna be gone for another two weeks, and the house is so empty!” America cried.  “I hate it.  It’s like when England would leave when I was younger.”

“Oh, Alfred, I know,” Lithuania said.  “Do you want to play Animal Crossing? I know I can’t be there, but…”

America was silent for a moment, then—

“Could you just talk to me?” America asked.  “What’d you do today?”

“Of course,” Lithuania said, and launched into a description of what he’d done today.  It soon turned into rambling about how Poland had dropped in unexpectedly. 

When Lithuania tapered off after talking about Poland’s impromptu visit, America didn’t respond right away.

“Alfred?” Lithuania asked.  “Are you feeling better?”

“A little,” America said.

“Alfred, if you ever feel alone, you can call me, okay? I promise you can talk to me.  And I definitely won’t think it’s dumb,” Lithuania said.  “Why don’t you tell me about that new superhero movie that’s coming out? It’s a Captain America movie, right?”

If there was anything America loved, it was infodumping about his hyperfixations.  As someone on the autism spectrum, hyperfixating wasn’t something America could help, but it didn’t matter.  As long as America was happy, Lithuania was happy.

“Okay,” America said.  “Tolys? I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Lithuania said.

As America launched into a lengthy and in-depth description of both Captain America and the Winter Soldier—and their complete comic histories—, Lithuania listened with rapt attention.

It was nice to hear some joy coming back into his boyfriend’s voice.

#hetalia #fanfic #fic #fanfiction #my wriitng #hwsrarepairweek2022 #ameliet #otp #lietame #amelith #lithame #ameriliet #hws america #alfred f jones #tolys laurinaitis #hws lithuania

[outofangband]

Season drabbles for Morwen or well, drabbles might be a bit generous, these are just a few scenes living rent free in my brain that I’m getting out and will hopefully embellish later 

send me a character and a season and I’ll write a ficlet. Or just a character and I’ll do all four to six (basic temperate climate seasons plus the other two named in both Quenya and Sindarin) Heck, send me a non temperate climate season and I’ll try my best!  I did not do the elven named seasons for Morwen. 

Some of them involve the headcanons I talked about on these   posts, not necessary to read, I just like to link things to organize

CW: children displaced after war and violence, aftermath of war and violence, briefly implied sexism and othering, unintentional but still harmful emotional neglect like what’s mentioned here, medical trauma, Morwen thinking…not nice things about herself in the first part housekeeping note at the end

Winter

The healers of Brethil do not like her. They see only her wounds and that she, half taken by the delirium of fever and grief, will not allow them near her. Of course, she is barely twelve, is in no state to stop them and what is it she wants to stop? Foolish, reckless, stupid child. She is held down by her legs and shoulders so she lies on her stomach, her clothes and hair cut away so the burn wounds beneath can be properly washed. They hurt, more than anything she has ever before felt. The cold salve stings over the raw skin surrounding the worst of her injuries.

She had struggled against them until she realized that no amount of thrashing or crying would change anything. Morwen hated herself for ever thinking it would.  It was then that the pain from the wounds suddenly intensified and then faded away with something, everything else. Morwen remembers the cool rough wood of the table beneath her as she went limp, the winter storm raging beyond the fragile doors of the healer’s house. 

They leave her there afterwards, on the healer’s table. It is her own fault. If she had not thrashed and fought them so much they would have let her return to Auntie Beleth and Rían. But she had so they did not. The snowy wind threatens to burst in through the door.

Spring She shares a cramped corner with Rían, the younger girl all skinny limbs and sharp joints that curl against her, prodding the newly placed bandages on her side. Morwen had spent nearly an evening soothing her cousin to sleep while the adults had largely ignored them and ignored or forgotten that Morwen does not yet know how to soothe Rían in the timely fashion they require. So, she does not wake her despite her own discomfort. Perhaps she will fall asleep to the rain outside, the rain that has broken through the frozen ground so their clothes hung to dry will soon be ruined. Morwen has not yet gotten used to how wet everything now is, the leaves and grass, the ground, their few possessions they have since gathered since their arrival.  They are no longer in Ladros and will never be again. 

Summer

The summers here are humid and damp. Morwen has lingered for some time by the well because it lies in a shaded grove and shade is rare among the open plains of Dor-lómin. A man and woman waiting beside the well on the outskirts of the village stare openly at her. There was a grace period perhaps where she could plausibly believe their staring was simply because she was a strange child new among their people. But years have passed since the time this might have been their excuse. Their surprise, alarm even at her returned cold indifference (even after they have only just spoken of her in such a way to imply that indifference would be expected) is a barbed satisfaction as she hears their words, collects them with the water she has been sent for. 

 Their occasional praise of her beauty feels as a poison, cold and alien in the late day heat. 

Autumn “You are going to die!” Húrin cries in a sing-song warning and it is this that nearly throws Aerin off her routine as she laughs, her head back and eyes momentarily closed. She regains her balance however and lands gracefully. Morwen watches the exchange with a mild amusement. The worst of the summer has passed and the air is cool and bright. Leaves scatter along the ground, falling beneath the feet of Aerin as she offers her eager horse a baked treat in thanks and wanders over to sit beside them. 

“I did not die!” Aerin says brightly to Húrin, “And I beat you.” She nods to the old man who had been scoring the competitions.

“You did,” Húrin admits, “I did try.”

“Try to distract me, you mean.”

“Not a very noble tactic for a warrior,” Morwen says, “To distract your competition.” Aerin beams at this. Húrin buries his face in his hands, his hair blown through his fingers by a sudden burst of wind.

Author’s note: the challenge was a jumping one with points based on speed, agility and communication with the horse! Obstacle courses and jumping games are common at Hadorian festivals but are essential to the summer and autumn harvest ones. The spring festival has a more elegant competition involving a complex but low to the ground course and almost dressage like movements. There is the largest horse race in late autumn. As always please feel free to ask about Hadorian world building

(I hope these are ok! I had to fight myself to not overdo the Summer entry. I think a lot about that stuff and part of my just sort of wanted to list adjectives Morwen had been named, both good and bad but that probably would be a waste of time. 

Author’s note: the winter section is not the last time Morwen has cried but it is part of a series of events that sort of cement her belief in the uselessness of tears. I do think she’s certainly naturally less prone to crying, I see her as having blunted or flat affect but the trauma of Brethil and Dagor Bragollach relate to it too

Housekeeping note: I’ve been talking a lot in DMs with one or two people about my two longer dark fics about Morwen, I’ve avoided talking about them too much here because unlike the Angband stuff, they’re a lot less fantastically dark and more just…dark in a realistic way (which honestly is the general atmosphere to me of The Narn but that’s an entirely different story). I still think my two fics have FUN or intriguing and fantastical elements, they just honestly are harder to tag/warn for if that makes sense? ANYWAYS rambling aside I’m always happy to discuss them and other stuff that’s mostly in my brain and drafts and not here with others in DMs

#Morwen #Húrin #Rían #the children of húrin #The Silmarillion #Aerin #short writings #houseless for exiles #sanctuary

[traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors]

TW CSA, Neglect (Seeking resources)

Hello, I wanted to anonymously send this in because I'm trying to find terminology to see if I can find other people with this (common?) but bad experience! I only mentioned some of this stuff briefly to my girlfriend a short time back when we were talking about early internet stuff and she got incredibly worried for me and it kind of sucked because I felt like a freak as a child due to the other kids not acting anything like me. For a long time, I thought I was just a naturally hypersexual child, but then I realized that it may have been from things I was exposed to around that time? I have problems remembering a lot from when I was younger (toddler to middle school years) but occasionally I remember new things. When I was in the third grade (?) I wanted to play Barbies with a friend about a year younger. I had to explain to her that all the dolls in the gallon tub storage bin had no clothes because I would frequently undress the dolls/make them have sex (not my exact verbiage because I didn't know that word then) so I don't bother re-dressing them and we need to get their clothes at the bottom of the bin. This made my friend really concerned (probably because it wasn't normal and a fuck ton of dolls, like 30+) and she kept asking me to tell my mother. In retrospect, my friend's reaction implies that it wasn't normal but also my mother wasn't fazed by it either. I learned a lot of terminology/information about sex via unintentional then intentional exposure on the internet from that age going forwards. I found it a good number of times because people would post nsfw from shows for young children in places where you don't need to search for it. I was incredibly sexual as a young child (though a lot of my behaviors were contained to the internet/by myself) and I even strongly considered in the fifth grade dropping out of school to become a stripper if my grades continued to stuffer. It was a self-loathing thing but also because I was only ever into adults (which I would get very frustrated at because the average adult wouldn't want to have sex with a child). I would later be interacting with adults online sexually in my mid-teens but unless something physical happened at a very young age and I don't remember it, the early exposure is all I know of for why I might have acted like that in my pre-pubescent years? Since there was no direct perpetrator, is this defined more as neglect because my parents knew about it but took no steps to moderate my access to inappropriate material? Perhaps this is some normal child development thing? And many apologies to CSA survivors if only a small fraction of this is CSA!

Hi anon,

Sometimes children express their experiences through play, including abuse. It can sometimes suggest abuse for children to undress their dolls or make them "have sex" but it's also possible that they may have learned about the concept of sex by other means, like by hearing or reading about it and becoming curious. Either way, a child seemingly understanding what sex is or how it works suggests that they learned it from somewhere, whether or not it was from abuse. It's unclear how this began considering you mentioned you learned about it online around that age, though it doesn't eliminate the possibility that you may have experienced some kind of trauma. It's possible that your romantic and sexual interest in adults as a child could suggest CSA. At the same time, society tends to romanticize and glorify adulthood, which may have also influenced your interest in adults.

Because it's unclear whether or not these behaviors are tied to a traumatic experience, it's also unclear whether or not neglect is a fitting term to describe how your parents handled this situation. That being said, while parents should respect their children's privacy in some respects, they also have some obligation to ensure that their child isn't exposed to mature content on the internet, and there are often parental controls available to prevent this.

Ultimately, this could be something to bring up to a mental health professional such as a therapist, if you can access or afford it. They can best help you determine the root of these behaviors, and how to move forward as you navigate these experiences.

If anyone has any comments or suggestions, feel free to add on. Otherwise, I hope I could help, and please let us know if you need anything.

-Bun

#mod bun #trauma talks #tw abuse #tw child abuse #tw sa #tw csa

[phantomkinoc13]

I think a lot of people misunderstand the diagnostic criteria for DID because they hear trauma and Assume they mean Abuse. When in reality it’s not that straight forward. I think this assumption comes from the fact that for this disorder Childhood Trauma is specified, however trauma can stem from abuse, just because someone wasn’t abused doesn’t mean they don’t have trauma.

For a child any prolonged or repeated exposure to high stress situations, that caused intense distress could qualify as a trauma. Now i specify prolonged and repeated because singular events of great distress happen often, but don’t necessarily have the same long term effects. But the point here is that there are a lot of situations that fit the bill other than explicit (verbal/physical) abuse. ____Some examples: severe bullying, frequent moving, unintentional emotional neglect, loss of a parent/sibling, usually followed by a shut down of the other parent/or family members, being disabled in a family or community that didn’t know how to help/care for you, repeated loss, prolonged illness of a parent/sibling which resulted in a sort of loss of childhood, severe poverty, homelessness, growing up around addicts, witnessing repeated violence, back to back to back distressing experiences- Not to mention it could be a mix of things happening at once, and it can also be things that maybe at the time were not perceived as abuse, (like spanking) but are beginning to be seen as more damaging now. _______________________________________________ Anyways the point is that yes trauma is required for DID, however what that was can vary greatly for people, and while you definitely shouldn’t ask about it, it’s incorrect to assume it comes from just abuse. and also some people experienced trauma and can’t remember it, so they may even believe they formed without it when in reality they’ve just repressed it. That said, if you really truly think you are a system, or have DID/OSDD, you had to have experienced some kind of prolonged stress/trauma in childhood.

#DID #actually dissociative

[selfimprovementday]

How to Tell If You Have Abandonment Issues: Signs and Symptoms

Do you have a sneaking suspicion that you may have abandonment issues? It may occur at any moment. It might start at an early age for some individuals, but it can also begin later in life for others. Children who have gone through it may develop a fear of losing other significant persons in their life.

Many people struggle with abandonment issues but often go undiagnosed. This blog post will discuss the signs and symptoms of abandonment issues. We will also provide tips on how to deal with them. So if you think that you may be struggling with abandonment issues, please keep reading!

Abandonment Issue: What Is It?

Abandonment issues can be defined as a deep-seated fear of being alone or rejected. It is a form of anxiety disorder. People who have abandonment issues often feel like they are unworthy of love and attention. They may continuously seek approval from others and fear rejection if they do not receive it.

The first acts of abandonment fear often are unintentional. Typically, this is a conditioned response. Perhaps they observed their parents or early adult friends respond in this manner when they were children, and they learned it.

The Different Types of Abandonment Issues

Three different attachment styles can be affected by abandonment issues: Disorganized Attachment Style, Anxious Attachment Style, and Avoidant Attachment Style.

While all three of these attachment styles can be affected by abandonment issues, each manifests differently. Let’s take a closer look at each one:

▶Disorganized Attachment Style

A lack of organization regarding emotions characterizes this attachment style. People with this attachment style may have difficulty regulating their emotions. As a result, they may act out in unpredictable ways. You may be anxious about being in a relationship or avoid being close to others.

▶Anxious Attachment Style

People with an anxious attachment style tend to be preoccupied with their relationships. They may worry about being abandoned or rejected by others. As a result, they may act clingy or needy. They might also get jealous easily or feel insecure in their relationship.

▶Avoidant Attachment Style

People who have this form of attachment prefer to maintain close and connected relationships with others. However, they may have a fear of intimacy or rejection. As a result, they might also make barriers to protect themselves from getting hurt.

What Causes Abandonment Issues?

There are many potential causes of abandonment issues. These includes:

➜Childhood Trauma

As mentioned above, one of the most common causes of abandonment issues is childhood trauma. It can include physical, emotional, or sexual abuse. It can also include neglect. If a child does not feel loved or supported by their parents, they may develop abandonment issues.

Thus, if a parent is emotionally unavailable or abusive, this can also cause abandonment issues. As a result, when a caregiver or parent fails to offer the child responsive interactions and consistent warmth, the child experiences abandonment, causing them to feel fearful and stressed.

➜Witnessing Domestic Violence

If a child grows up witnessing domestic violence, they may develop abandonment issues. They see how one person can be so cruel to another. They may think that if their parents can’t stay together, no one can.

➜Losing a Parent or Loved One

If a child loses a parent or loved one at an early age, they may develop abandonment issues. They feel like they have been abandoned by the people who were supposed to care for them.

➜Poverty and Economic instability

Poverty and economic instability can also lead to abandonment issues. This is because people struggling to make ends meet may feel like they have no one to turn to for help. They may feel like they are all alone in the world.

How to Tell If You Have Abandonment Issues

Fear of abandonment is not a distinct mental illness, but it is often considered a type of anxiety disorder and, in some instances, phobia. And like all anxiety disorders, certain signs and symptoms may indicate a problem. Here are some of the most common ones:

❕Fear of Rejection

Do you know someone who fears that people might reject them? Those who go out of their way to please others in an attempt to avoid being rejected? This is among the most common signs of abandonment issues. Maybe they have experienced someone close to them leaving, such as a parent or romantic partner. As a result, they may subconsciously believe that they will eventually leave if they let people get too close. It is important to note that this fear of rejection is often unfounded and based on past experiences.

❕Desperate for Attention

Some people might address it as attention seeker behavior. People with abandonment issues are often desperate for attention. They may feel like they are invisible and that no one notices them. They may feel like they are not worthy of love and care.

As a result, they go to great lengths to get the attention of others. It may manifest in different ways, such as being clingy or always needing reassurance from others. They might also try to get attention by any means necessary, even if it means acting out or being disruptive.

❕Avoidance of Intimacy

Another common sign of abandonment issues is avoidance of intimacy. People with abandonment issues often fear that if they get too close to someone, they will eventually be abandoned. As a result, they might keep their distance from others physically and emotionally.

❕Anxiety and Depression

People with abandonment issues often experience anxiety and depression. They feel like they are all alone in the world and that no one cares about them. As a result, they may feel anxious and depressed.

❕Relying Heavily on Others for Support

One of the most common signs of abandonment issues is relying heavily on others for support. This may manifest as needing reassurance from others or constantly seeking their approval.

People with abandonment issues may have difficulty being alone and may feel restless and anxious when they are. They may also feel like they need to be in constant contact with others and feel panicked when they are not.

❕Feeling Empty and Lost

Another common sign of abandonment issues is feeling empty and lost. This is because people with abandonment issues often feel like they have no one to turn to for help. They may feel like they are all alone in the world and that no one cares about them. As a result, they may feel empty and lost.

❕Insecurity and Jealousy

All of us are insecure and jealous at times, but people with abandonment issues often feel these emotions more intensely. They may feel like they are not good enough or will never be able to find someone to love them. As a result, they may act in ways designed to keep others from leaving them.

How to Deal With Abandonment Issues

Acknowledgment is the first step in dealing with abandonment issues. This means recognizing that you have them and that they affect your life. Once you have done this, you can begin to work on addressing them.

There are a few ways to deal with abandonment issues:

✓Learn and Practice the Art of Relaxation

This means learning how to relax your mind and body. It can be done through yoga, meditation, or deep breathing exercises.

✓Establish a Trusted Support System

Since trust is a big issue for people with abandonment issues, it is important to have a support system that you can rely on. This might be friends, family members, or a therapist.

✓Do a Self Reflection

Do a self-reflection on your anxiety-provoking behaviors, feelings, and thoughts. It will help you understand your triggers and how to deal with them.

✓Engage in Activities and Self-Care Strategies

Start by doing things that make you feel good. This might include exercise, journaling, or spending time in nature. It is also important to take care of yourself physically and emotionally. It means eating a balanced diet, getting enough sleep, and avoiding drugs and alcohol.

✓Seek Professional Help

If you struggle to deal with your abandonment issues, it is important to seek professional help. This can be done through therapy or medication.

Treating Abandonment Issues With Therapy

If you are struggling with abandonment issues, therapy can be a great option. It can help you understand your triggers and how to deal with them. Therapy can also teach you how to build trust and cope with anxiety and stress. You may feel more at ease in your therapeutic relationship if you have a good therapist.

Treating Abandonment Issues With Medication

Another option for treating abandonment issues is medication. It can help reduce anxiety and stress and help to improve your mood and sleep. If you consider medication, it is important to talk to your doctor about the risks and benefits.

Tips to Help a Person With Abandonment Issues

Helping someone with abandonment issues may be difficult since they typically push everyone away when they have been confronted or helpless. And besides, whenever you express your concern, their natural reaction may be to question your loyalty towards them.

While everyone’s fear of abandonment is different, the following approaches may be helpful:

➠Show Patience and Understanding

The first step is to try and understand where they are coming from. This means being patient and listening to what it has to say. It often needs emotional validation and reassurance. It is important to let someone know that you are there and that you understand how it feels.

➠Encourage Them to Open Up

A person with abandonment issues may have a hard time opening up. It is because they are afraid of being rejected or hurt. It is essential to encourage them to share their feelings with you. This can be done by asking questions and being a good listener.

➠Build Trust

Since trust is a big issue for people with abandonment issues, it is important to build trust between you and the person you are helping. This can be done by being reliable, honest, and consistent. It is also essential to keep your promises and follow through on your commitments.

➠Provide Support

Offer support and advice when needed. This might include helping to find a therapist or medication. It is also essential to be there for them when they are struggling. It means being available to talk and offering emotional support.

➠Help Them Find an Activity That They Enjoy

Encourage them to find an activity that they enjoy. This can help make someone’s mind off the anxiety and stress. You can accompany them on this activity or help find a group or class.

➠Don’t Be Lured by Emotion

A person with abandonment issues may try to lure you in with their emotions. They might do this by being overly needy or dramatic. It is important to be aware of this and to set boundaries as needed. It means not enabling them or giving in to their demands. They may use facial expressions, body language, or words to try and get you to stay.

➠Normalize their Fears

Acknowledge that their fears are normal. It can help them feel less alone and understand that their reactions are common. It is also important to remind them that their fears do not define them.

➠Show Radical Genuineness

It means being genuine with them and showing them that you care. This can be done by being yourself and not putting up a front. It is also vital to be honest and to show your vulnerability. It is one way of showing them that you share the same fears and are there for them.

➠Be Prepared for Setbacks

There may be times when the person you are helping takes a step backward. It is normal and to be expected. It is essential to be patient and understanding. You can offer support and encouragement during these times.

➠Encourage Them to Seek Professional Help

If the person you are helping is struggling to deal with their abandonment issues, it is crucial to encourage them to seek professional help. This can be done by talking to them about therapy or medication. It is also essential to provide support and encouragement during this process.

The Benefits of Working Through Abandonment Issues

Working through abandonment issues can be a long and difficult process. However, it is worth it. These are some benefits of working through abandonment issues:

☑Improved Relationships

Finally, you will be able to trust more and be more open with others. You will also be less afraid of being rejected or hurt. You can finally set yourself free from the past and have healthier relationships.

☑A Sense of Peace

You will no longer be a victim of your fear. You will feel more in control and at peace. And you will finally be able to trust yourself and others. This can lead to healthier relationships and a sense of peace.

☑Improve Self-esteem

You will no longer feel like a victim; feel stronger and more capable. It can lead to improved self-esteem and self-worth.

☑Improved Mental and Emotional Health

Working through your abandonment issues can lead to improved mental and emotional health. You will feel less anxious and more confident. You will also be able to deal with stress in a healthy way. It can lead to a more positive outlook on life.

Frequently Asked Questions

Q: What should you do if you have experienced a traumatic event?

You can do many things if you have experienced a traumatic event. One of the most important is to talk about what happened with someone who will listen and understand. You may also find it helpful to write about what happened or draw or paint pictures representing the event.

Some people find it helpful to go for walks or run to process the experience. Finally, it is crucial to take care of yourself physically and emotionally by eating healthy foods, getting enough sleep, and engaging in activities that make you happy.

Q: How can abandonment issue impact a person?

Abandonment issues can manifest in various ways but often result in difficulty trusting others, fear of abandonment, and a deep-seated feeling of loneliness. People with abandonment issues may find it difficult to form close relationships and frequently feel like they are not good enough or worthy of love and support.

Q: What is the best way to deal with abandonment issues?

The best way to deal with abandonment issues is to talk about them. Talk to someone you trust about your feelings of abandonment and what they mean to you. Often, simply talking about them can help lessen their power over you.

You can also explore your feelings of abandonment through therapy or writing. These activities can help you understand why you feel abandoned and how that affects your life. Finally, do your best to connect with people who make you feel loved and supported. It will help reduce your need for approval from others and help you feel more secure in yourself.

Q: What impact does childhood abandonment have on adulthood?

Childhood abandonment has a profound impact on adulthood. It can lead to many psychological problems, including depression, anxiety, and post-traumatic stress disorder.

People abandoned as children are also more likely to engage in self-destructive behaviors, such as drug and alcohol abuse. They are also more likely to have unstable relationships and difficulty forming attachments with others.

Ultimately, childhood abandonment can lead to a host of problems in adulthood that can make it difficult to lead a healthy, fulfilling life.

Q: Will working through abandonment issues make them go away?

Working through abandonment issues can help lessen their impact on your life, but they may never completely go away. However, by understanding your feelings of abandonment and how they affect you, you can learn to cope with them healthily. It can lead to improved mental and emotional health and a more positive outlook on life.

Q: Can abandonment issues be cured?

Yes. It is possible to overcome abandonment issues, but it takes time and effort. The first step is to identify the thoughts, feelings, and behaviors associated with abandonment issues. Once you’ve identified these, you can start working on replacing them with healthier thoughts, feelings, and behaviors. It may require seeking professional help from a therapist or counselor.

It’s also important to develop a family and friends support system to offer emotional support and positive reinforcement. Finally, be patient – it may take time for the old patterns to break and new ones to form. But with patience and perseverance, you can overcome your abandonment issues.

Q: Is it possible to get PTSD from abandonment?

It is possible to get PTSD from abandonment. When a person is abandoned, they may feel like they are not good enough, that they are not worth keeping around. It can lead to feelings of insecurity and self-doubt. Also, when a person experiences abandonment, it can trigger a fight or flight response. It can lead to feelings of fear, anger, and sadness.

These feelings can stay with a person long after the event has occurred and may cause them to experience flashbacks or intrusive thoughts about the event. If these symptoms persist for more than four weeks, the person is likely to experience PTSD.

Q: What are some other psychological effects of abandonment issues?

There are many other psychological effects of abandonment issues, including anxiety, depression, low self-esteem, and difficulty trusting others. Abandonment issues can also lead to self-destructive behaviors such as substance abuse or risky sexual behavior. If you have abandonment issues, it’s important to seek professional help to learn to cope with your feelings in a healthy way.

Q: Can abandonment issues be passed down from generation to generation?

Abandonment issues can be passed down from generation to generation. If you have parents or grandparents who experienced abandonment, you may be more likely to experience it yourself.

It is because abandonment issues can be caused by genetic factors, such as a history of mental illness in the family. Additionally, abandonment issues can be passed down through learned behaviors. For example, if you see your parents constantly arguing, you may learn that fighting is a normal part of relationships. It can lead you to have difficulty forming attachments with others and unstable relationships.

Final Thoughts

Abandonment issues can be difficult to deal with, but it is possible to overcome them. If you think you may have abandonment issues, it’s essential to seek professional help. You can learn to cope with your feelings in a healthy way with time and effort. Also, by following the tips above, you can start to work through your abandonment issues and live a more fulfilling life.

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