#cw abusive parents

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#my art #cw abuse #cw derealization #cw dissociation #cw abusive parents #ask to tag

[heyclickadee]

The more I think about it, the more I think Ephraim and Mira Bridger knew their son was different in a way that would make him a target if anyone noticed. They probably would have stood up to speak out against the Empire anyway, but imagine them just just going about their business, watching what’s happening, maybe listening to whatever state mandated message is playing non the radio, thinking that someone has got to do something; and then one of them turns around and sees that their three year old is levitating a jar of cookies across the room, and their heart sinks.

Because it’s not as though force sensitive people stopped being born after Order 66. They kept popping up, kept being born, but they had to be hidden, they were hunted down and killed, or hunted down and taken. And if they were hidden well enough, they’d grow up with no framework to understand that part of themselves, even if they were born into a culture with a force tradition separate from that of the Jedi, like the Nightsisters or the Lasat, because they were wiped out, too.

And most people probably knew very little about the inquisitors, if they knew anything at all, but people still talk. There had to be rumors, even early on in the imperial era. And the genocide of the Jedi was a public event; everyone knew about it. So there had to be a general sense of knowing that the force was a very, very dangerous thing to have, and those force sensitive kids who just kept being born would have suffered for it. There would absolutely be abusive parents trying to beat it out of them, absolute monsters abandoning their kids or handing them over the second their kid showed any signs to avoid being targets themselves; even well meaning parents begging their children to please, please hide it, you can’t do things like that, otherwise they’ll come and take you away. Who? And those parents don’t know, but they do hear that nothing good happens to children like theirs. So they hide, or pick up the entire family and run, find a new life, and hope that no one ever finds them. Or they just don’t acknowledge it, and hope it dies out quickly and that no one notices. Or they fight back, because they want the galaxy to be safe for children like theirs as much as the parents who hide their kids do, and they get themselves taken instead.

I sort of wonder if that’s part of why the Bridgers were so adamant about pushing back. Not the entire reason, of course, because the little we see of them really does imply that they’re just the kind of people to stand up for people who can’t. But knowing their son would always have a proverbial ax hanging over his head for being what he was probably made the fight a little more personal, assuming that they knew.

And I also wonder if that’s part of why no one took Ezra in after the Empire took Mira and Ephraim. If they knew, Tseebo probably knew, or at least suspected, and their neighbors might have, too. Because…I mean…when we meet Ezra in Rebels, he’s very obviously force sensitive. He has no training and he’s very casually using the force without knowing it. And, yes, a lot of that was probably brought out because he was basically a second grader who was going to starve to death if he didn’t start fending for himself and survival instinct kicked in, but there might have been reasons for the people around him to be suspicious before that. Because if they were, then he wasn’t just dangerous to take in because his parents were un-personed political prisoners of whom the Empire chose to make an example, he’d also potentially be that weird kid who might have the same thing the Jedi did, and everyone knew what happened to them, and the empire may very well come for him, too, if he is and if they notice. There would be people who’d see adopting little seven-year-old Ezra as too much of a risk. And most everyone in Ezra’s life did see taking him in as too much of a risk, because he was on his own until the ghost crew showed up.

Aaaannd this is getting away from me, but, tl;dr: I want to know if Mira and Ephraim knew their son was force sensitive, because I suspect they did.

#star wars rebels #ephraim bridger #mira bridger #I just want to meet theeemmmmm #they seem cool #I mean #meet them outside the couple of minutes we saw them in rebels #Ezra Bridger #yes I typed this in a frenzy during a work break why do you ask #cw abusive parents #not referring to the bridgers they’re great #just some hypothetical parents of hypothetical force sensitive kids #cw child abuse #cw child abandonment #sorry I forgot to tag those things so adding that in

[ribesrubrum]

under the mask of pride (fear rises as a guide)

//so i feel...honestly, a little guilty for how little i've been around as of late, especially since things are picking up drama-wise. irl debuffs aplenty will do that to you. but i wanted to get some writing out to kind of describe Carmine's mental state, so. here we are.

//fair warning: this fic is technically kind of offscreen rp in that it's at least canon that ren and carmine talked like this, though i'd greatly prefer it not be spread as a rumor or leak or something. but it also does talk about some heavy topics; namely very heavy self loathing, some mention of parental abandonment and abuse (heehoo headcanoning carmine's parents/why she's like this), mentions of bullying, self harm in the form of hair pulling/trichotillomania, and uh. ...look i'm not gonna beat around the bush, i don't wanna edgelord, i wanna treat this with respect but i also don't wanna sugarcoat it, this gets about as close to implying carmine was about to take drastic measures to alleviate her suffering as i'm comfortable with getting. the less implicit version of this warning will be in the tags. please uncollapse the tags before reading. dead dove: do not eat is in full effect here.

//this is going to be pretty heavy, and also stupid long. feel free to click if you're okay with handling that.

Carmine's listlessness has only grown as the days have worn on, she's finding. It doesn't help that her knuckles are still raw from punching her wall a day prior--she's thankful it seems like the wall fix went off without a hitch, and all she got was a rather stern talking to about making noise so late at night before the teacher that spoke with her went off. Cardigan's been sticking close to her side since Leavanny elected to stay near Kieran at least for a time, but even now, she feels pathetic for it.

Pathetic that she can't help her brother. Pathetic that she can't help her girlfriend, who simply wants to make sure that the whole club that they built together and maintained isn't destroyed because of Drayton's boneheaded move. If Carmine looked deep within herself, she'd be looking at Kiki's actions too, that he allowed this, that he's possibly setting himself up to lose everything. That Drayton's encouraging it, and she's been more on edge than ever and ready to tear someone apart for it. If she doesn't wind up punching him out when all is said and done, she's going to be very surprised.

Cardigan trills a bit from beside her, and she looks down to the flower-less Lilligant, pausing a bit as she looks down. She recognizes that trill, and knows that she's probably being concerning right now. Emotional regulation is still something that Carmine struggles with, even now, knowing that she can't and she shouldn't scream her feelings out to try and get people to understand, that yelling doesn't help, that you have to see other's perspectives. Even if sometimes, they trounce all over your own. Carmine looks down to Cardigan, giving the Lilligant a tired smile.

"...Sorry, Cardi. I know I'm probably not making your job very easy." It's soft in a way Carmine never usually is. In a way that Carmine never allows herself to be--she's all bravado and arrogance because for years, that's what kept her safe. That's what kept her and her brother safe, even if it clipped his wings and made everyone around her hesitant to approach either of them. It was safety, the thorns and briars that she metaphorically planted around herself, letting them spread where she walked and lashing them out at anyone who would even for a second think of hurting her. It was safety, it was lonely, but it was home.

...It's no wonder she likes grass types so much. The Lilligant's gaze only seems to get sadder when she says that much, gentle, leafy hands going to take one of her own as Cardigan stares up at her, as if trying to communicate something with those amber eyes that almost seem pleading. Carmine's hand trembles a bit, because once again she doesn't understand, she can't understand, why can't she--

Carmine hears footsteps, and immediately, her guard is up. She's immediately ready to go on the attack, in case anyone saw her, in case she has to defend being out for a walk in the Canyon Biome with her therapy Pokemon, something she's already received plenty of jabs about--but no. There's a familiar mop of blue hair, and that silly, dorky looking Orthworm is following them and waving with them, as Terry and Mio seem to take over where they left off. Ren's an idiot, in the bluntest of terms, but there's a sense of safety that comes with them. That they can see her, at her worst and most cruel, and laugh and let it slide off their back so easily. Because they were her age once. Her gender once, even, though that's largely irrelevant. They always seem so certain and keep their spirits so high, even if she's the only one they've trusted with some of their worries. And Carmine in turn, has trusted Ren with some of hers.

...They're about as disconnected from this entire situation as they can be, even though they met during that trip. It's as Carmine is contemplating going up to them and being a bother and just turning heel and walking away that the choice is made for her, as they turn around, start walking and see her--

"Oh! Miss Carmine, hey!"

She could walk away. She could just tell them to piss off and lash out, and destroy one of the few unconnected relationships she has with this entire mess, one of the few things that's genuinely hers. She could recede inside herself, lock herself away like she did after she reached her breaking point, when she nearly...

"Hey, Ren. Finally getting your nose out of those cameras?"

The barb is light, half-hearted at best, and could probably make someone deeply passionate a little upset at being teased. And yet Ren takes it in stride, laughing easily as they walk up, Lulu going to Cardigan and just kind of talking with the Lilligant for a moment. "You know it, girlie! Arc, all of these worms are doin' so well, they ain't overwhelmin' the environment nor gettin' overwhelmed themselves--everything's so perfect right now, it's really amazing! Ohh, I gotta tell you about some of the babies, they're just--"

For a brief moment, Carmine thinks she can just get away with Ren going on a hyperfixation ramble and forgetting her own worries in favor of focusing on the things her rival has accomplished. Because it is quite the accomplishment, even if Carmine's definitely harped on them for trying to downplay it before. But their gaze goes to Cardigan and Lulu, falling quickly and their words fading off as Carmine looks, and now everyone looks concerned.

Carmine's posture tightens as she realizes she can't get away with this so easily. She feels their gaze dart back to her, and she's already sure her expression is stormy, and...

"...I think that's enough about me." Fuck. Their voice has softened considerably, and she knows she's done for. "Miss Carmine, are you--"

"I'm fine, Ren." It comes out too sharp, too defensive, and there's a brief moment where she's hoping Ren will just walk away at that. She's shaking, she knows she is, and her gaze averts a bit only to feel not just Cardigan, but Lulu--that stupid, brainless worm--take her hands, wrapping them both in leaves and tendrils, and it feels disgusting and bitter and she wants to run and hide, she wants to tear her hands away--

"...Miss Carmine." Ren's voice sounds so soft, so...sad for a moment, and there's a pause as more footsteps can be heard--Carmine doesn't even bother to flinch, but she feels a tug on both of her hands as she opens her eyes, seeing Ren nod at both Pokemon before looking to her with a smile that's both soft and sad.

"Come on, Miss Carmine. Let's go somewhere else to talk, okay?"

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The trip back to her room is arduous, even though it barely takes more than fifteen minutes. Every agonizing second feels like a walk of shame, but she realizes something along the way. It's only so long because Ren knows their way around here like the back of their hand now; they know where people aren't, because they aren't some social butterfly who likes to help in every club. They take her through an easy but arduous path that leaves her alone in her head, and it takes a couple of second after Ren's stopped for her to stop too.

"...You must have a lot on yer mind to be makin' mistakes like this, Miss Carmine." Ren's voice is soft, non-judgemental, and they don't even flinch when she turns back to face them with something of a severe expression. It's the kind of care and kindness she doesn't deserve, she's sure, but as she unlocks the door to her room and ushers Ren and their Pokemon inside, it's something she finds herself internally thankful for.

Carmine's room is a mess, perhaps moreso than usual. Stress eating will do that, bags of chips and other sweet and savory alike strewn about. Cardigan doesn't even seem surprised, but Lulu, bless his stupid little soul, seems taken aback by it as he draws himself inside. She hears Ren's footsteps as they close the door behind them, a small sound escaping them as they walk in front of Carmine.

"You want some help cleanin' off that bed of yours?" Carmine looks over at her messy, disheveled bed, and it's many snacks and wrappers as well. It's an absolute Tepigsty, more than she'd ever allow anyone to see. She feels herself listlessly nod her head as she looks over to Ren, who's concern hasn't dampened even an inch as they move to help in an instant. She's thankful she's got a vacuum and that it's early enough in the afternoon that nobody's likely around the dorms; Cardigan and Lulu both assist as well as they help clear it off, at least enough to let Carmine sit down on it once they're all done.

Cardigan hops on the bed with Carmine as she sits down, and Lulu rests his head near Ren's feet as he gets himself comfortable on the floor, and Ren looks to her, finally broaching the topic, "Ya look like you got a lot on yer mind, Miss Carmine. You sure everything's okay?"

It takes Carmine a lot longer than she'd like to respond. Cardigan gently takes hold of one of Carmine's hands, gently petting it with her own leafy appendage. The eventual response she settles on is a bitter laugh.

"...I don't know." It comes out so soft and uncertain, it feels like she's a different person entirely when she says it. "I thought everything was fine. I thought...I don't know, I thought that everything would be okay. I really let myself believe that now that I made up with my brother, that everything would go back to some sort of normal, but..."

Carmine's voice pitches higher and higher with every word, and she finds herself shaking a bit. She can't even look at her rival right now, how pathetic can she even get?

"Oh, Carmine..." There's not even that weirdly respectful 'Miss' at the beginning of her name, and a part of her hates that, that she's being seen as sympathetic for even a moment when she doesn't deserve it, she doesn't deserve this, if she'd just trusted Kiki-- "Nothin' is ever that easy, but I remember how relieved ya were when Kiki actually bothered to respond."

"Yeah." Carmine confirms that much, listlessly, but a ghost of a smile traces her face. "...It really filled me with hope, for a second. That maybe things could go back to some sort of normal, that I could really see Kiki for all he is. It wanted to be seen and come into it's own, and I...I didn't know how to do that, but..."

"...But you wanted to try." Ren's words softly intervene. Carmine nods shortly after.

"I wanted to try. I still do. But it's...that big fight happened, and now everything's just...it feels like we're right back where we started."

Carmine's voice breaks a little bit, and try as she might to rein it in, it's harder to get back on track. At this point, she feels, she might as well just give up.

"...I don't know what to do."

Carmine's gaze stays down, because she can't look at Ren, she can't, she just can't. But Ren's words; soft, steady words, a contrast to the cold steel they loved so dearly, pour out none the less.

"...It's a tough position to be in, Carmine. Ya got your brother and it's undyin' need to win on one side, and ya got Miss Amarys tryin' her damnedest to hold everyone together on the other, yeah?"

"Yeah. And it's like--I don't want to destroy the relationship I have with my brother. I want to rebuild it, to let it come into it's own. But I...my beloved is right, even if I worry about saying it. She tries so hard to uphold the rules of the club, of this school, and these--these jerks keep sending her horrible, disgusting things for it. And for what?"

A quiet settles over the room, and she's sure Ren expects her to elaborate, but she doesn't. Not even she knows what, and she's sure Ren gets it by the time they speak up next.

"...I ain't gonna go makin' any assumptions, but...I don't even think I know the answer to that, Carmine."

It's soft, when Ren admits it. Sad, even. She can only imagine what their face is doing right now, and it gets Carmine to laugh a bit. Bitterly, wretchedly.

"Neither do--neither do I, Ren. And do you know how much that kills me?"

Carmine's voice pitch rises, and she feels her free hand drawing into her hair, Cardigan's trills of concern becoming more apparent as she tries to hop over and dislodge it--

"I love Kiki! I love Amarys! I love them both more than life itself and I--if I say anything at all, I'm going to hurt one of them. Both of them, even, maybe, whether I intend it or not! And the little Mandibuzzes on here, flying around and trying to hurt everyone in this school, they'll be on it in an instant, they'll--they'll hurt them both, they'll turn them both against each other, and I--if I do anything, they already know it's my fault from the start, that all of this is, that I was stupid and boneheaded and lied to my brother because I was scared it could've gotten hurt--"

"Miss Carmine."

"--and I told Juliana to lie, yes, I got so worried that Kiki would just get so excited and that Ogerpon could've hurt or done something worse to it, but then my grandfather told me to keep my mouth shut about helping Ogerpon and I--I didn't--"

"Miss Carmine."

"--And then it--it stole her mask, and I've never been more angry in my life at it, and it just--it keeps stomping on others feelings, and it won't believe anyone, and I don't know what I can actually do--"

"Miss Carmine, please--!"

"WHAT?! WHAT DO YOU WANT?!"

Carmine's shriek practically causes her to lunge at her friend, the firm tone in that moment making her see someone else. Wide yellow eyes fiercely stare at bright blue ones, as Ren startles a bit at the ferocity in her tone. The quiet over the room is tense and uneasy, and Ren already sees a few strands got torn out because of it. They take a gentle breath in as realization hits Carmine, but she's still for a moment. Still as Cardigan trills with concern, as Lulu looks up with even more concern on his dopey little face, though he looks ready to hold Carmine back more than anything.

Ren's surprisingly quick on the uptake, at least, and they speak up again before Carmine can.

"Isn't that somethin' you should be askin' of yourself?"

Ren's words are confusing, and the confusion must be apparent on her face as they reach her ears. Ren gently breathes, and continues, "I mean it. You've been talkin' this entire time about Kiki this, Amarys that, and I ain't gonna disparage you for that. Sure puts any rumors of ya bein' self centered to bed, not that I believed 'em anyway. But..."

"What is it that ya want, at the end of it all? Isn't that a question that's come up even once for ya...?"

Carmine can't even believe what she's hearing.

"Why does that matter? I've taken what I wanted for years, I--"

"Okay, you hold on a second here." Ren's words are still soft, but there's a firmness to them now that cuts through her words like butter. "When did that stop bein' a question you asked yerself?"

"It doesn't matter--"

"It absolutely does matter? Girl, yer gettin' tugged in two different directions and ya sound like yer long past the end of yer rope."

"Why does it matter when I've been nothing but a selfish bitch this entire time?!"

And that startles Ren enough to actually get them to stop for a second, completely taken aback. Carmine's gaze goes downward, and she's shaking, horribly.

"Those anons were right, okay?! I ruined Kiki's one good friendship because I'm a bonehead, I'm a failure of a girlfriend who can't even help the girl I love so much with her anger and problems other than just being there like a useless cardboard cutout, I deserve this, all of it, even all of the hateful words and it would've just been so much easier if I had--"

Something stops Carmine in her tracks from speaking. Multiple of them, really. Cardigan's hands, for starters, wrapped firmly around one of her own hands; two of Lulu's tendrils wrap around the other, and even Carmine has to admit that she's surprised by how little an Orthworm's head seems to weigh as he rests his head on one of her legs with concern.

The final thing, that she didn't even hear, is Ren getting up and putting a firm, supportive hand on her shoulder, tiny as said hand is. When she actually gets a look at their face, they look like they're about to cry, and for a brief moment she wonders if she's just gone and ruined another friendship.

"Don't--don't you dare talk about yerself like that again, you hear me?"

Oh. That's not what she expected at all; Ren's voice practically trembles as they say that, and it hits something in her. Carmine's eyes well up with tears of her own, and she can practically hear herself sniffling.

"...I'm sorry, Ren." Her voice is so soft, so delicate, so fragile in the moment that she wonders if it's her own. "I'm...I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm..."

"I know you are." Ren's voice softens from that point on, and their grip becomes a little easier. A little more slack, but still there. "When did ya stop seein' yerself as someone not worth considerin' the feelin's of, girl...?"

"...I don't know. It was...before that. Maybe when Amarys and Kiki fought that one time. I--I don't know." Carmine's voice is shaky as she struggles to keep herself together, and she feels Cardigan shift and pull her arm into a hug, and the tears start pouring down at that. She can't stop them, even if she's not a sobbing wreck with no dignity. Yet, at least. "...I don't want to lose anything else."

That gets a pause from Ren, who does their best to calm themself down. "Anything else...?"

"...My parents are divorced. My dad was...he was awful. Just a screaming, bumbling oaf who went from job to job while my mom stayed home and took care of us. Though she was...she was way more focused on Kiki..."

Ren listens carefully, nodding their head as Carmine continues.

"I haven't seen either of them in...years. We usually live with our grandparents, when we're not here. Last time I saw my mom, we got into an argument. I asked her why she stopped caring for me. Why she just...tried to leave me with him--"

"...She what?"

Carmine spares a quick glance at Ren's face, when they say that--practically seething with an anger they don't usually express. "...Yeah. She--she said she could only handle one of us, and that I was Dad's favorite, so..."

"Girl." Ren's doing their best to keep their tone level, but the anger doesn't leave. Hell, if anything, it mixes with the sheer unholy audacity of what they heard, leaving them flabberghasted-- "What the fuck is wrong with your mom?"

Carmine laughs, and while it sounds bitter, there's almost some mirth to it. "Yeah. Like I said. We got into an argument last time I talked to her. I told her I wanted an apology for her trying to abandon me, before Dad went and ran away. I...haven't spoken to her since."

"Carmine...what the fuck, that's so..."

A silence hangs over the room as Ren trails off, but Carmine breaks the silence after a few moments.

"...Between this, and the rest of the shit I dealt with at school...I...I didn't want Kiki to turn out like me." Carmine sniffles, tears still coming unbidden. "I thought you had to be tough and mean to make it, but I just...I wanted Kiki to grow up happy. I wanted it to have a better life than me. I was this bitter, mean girl, but I thought I could at least make it so my little brother--it'd have a chance at growing up to be a gentle hearted little dork who had something happy in it's life. But all I did...it all just amounted to...to..."

There's a few seconds more of sniffling before the dam finally breaks, and Carmine just starts to sob without an end. She's pretty sure her makeup is running down her face, if it hasn't been already; she finally just breaks, her tears pouring and pouring down as she sobs wretchedly and loudly, her hands finally being relinquished so she can try, in vain, to wipe those tears off. But still they come; the pain of so much more than a simple inciting incident, but still mostly that.

Ren uses their own free hand to wipe away the tears falling from their own eyes, as they just let her for a bit.

"...I want to stop hurting." Carmine speaks up, and Ren starts for a moment as they listen. "I want to stop feeling like the evil person that everyone thinks I am. But what if I'm just born evil, and there's no changing that...?"

"That's--" Ren speaks up, briefly, but Carmine speaks again and they let her get it out of her system.

"I want to make things better. I want to just know if it's all my fault, I want to know if I'm just--if I'm justified, in being unable to forgive Kiki for some of the stuff it did." Carmine sniffles again, wretched sobs still escaping her. "...I want to be able to be happy again, without feeling like I'm walking on eggshells. I want to make my girlfriend's pain go away--I want to make Kiki's pain go away, and fuck, maybe even Atlas' and some of the others. I want the world to just stop for a bit, at least so I can stop aching like this. I...I think I just want, more than anything, for someone to tell me I've suffered enough for this, or at the very least, that I just haven't grown up to become a little clone of Dad."

"...Is that so much to ask?"

The question is soft, full of despair, but it at least feels...somewhat good, to try and dislodge some of the thorns in her. It's painful and it feels dizzying, but Ren's hand remains steady, even if their own tears come down hard.

"...You're a teenager. A teenager shouldn't--you shouldn't ever have to ask that kind of shit of yourself." Ren's words are soft, with an empathy forged in the same shit they went through. Just without a depressive spiral and a shut-in phase. "You deserve to be happy, Carmine. You made a dumb, boneheaded mistake, but that doesn't mean you're evil. And it sure as fuck don't mean that you've gone and become your Dad."

Carmine pauses a bit, her sobs coming slower as she tries to listen.

"None of that shit yer askin' about, none of it's too much. But how's anyone else gonna be happy--how can ya share happiness with others if ya ain't gettin' happiness for yerself, y'know?"

"Because ya do deserve it. Whether ya want to admit it or not. Yer not evil, yer not your dad, you're literally a confused sixteen year old girl who should've never been made to feel like that."

It's shocking to hear, really. All of it is. Ren says it with so much conviction that Carmine almost believes it.

"...I don't want to talk anymore. I...I think I just want to...cry..."

"...Cry as much as you need, girl. I'll be here as long as you need."

"Don't--don't tell anyone about this, Ren. Please. Everyone has enough to worry about, and I...I don't want to put more on them. Please, I already feel bad enough burdening you..."

Ren manages something of a soft, warm chuckle at that. "...No worries, girl. What we talked about is stayin' in here, I swear on my life."

"...Thank you, Ren."

Carmine cries herself out eventually; by the time she's done, the two of them have shifted from the bed to the floor, bringing Carmine's mattress down to floor level so they could distract themselves until Carmine fell asleep. It's no easy fix, listening to a friend, but...if it makes the burden lighter, then Ren has no problem with it.

They were in a similar place many years ago with no one to help them, after all. It's the least they can do.

#carmine talks #pokemon irl #pkmn irl #pokeblogging #rotomblr #long post #pokeirl fanfic #drama stakes pokereality #cw suicidal ideation #cw self harm #cw abusive parents #cw emotional abuse #cw bullying #cw mention of attempted child abandonment #cw child abandonment #ask to tag #//that SHOULD encompass everything #//but if i have missed anything at all. please let me know and i will tag #//this is a long and very difficult ride i worked very hard on

[nutklcker]

hii (its the host and Hollie) maybe if you would would you be willing to draw Cap ...? :o) It'sjust a little creature. mechanical in nature

please :o0

I have no idea how to draw baggy clothes but I hada great time anyways :3

Love this creature, I think about it so hard

#🎭 #Anno art #<3 #love this unidentified fucking thing /pos /ref #it's so amazing to me #It has the best theme ever imo #also fellow it/its user 🤝 #may not be my most favorite thing I've drawn ever but I had a blast doing it still <3 #Geno and Rend have been the ones using magma so this was the first time I got to use it #I love it sm #also the “text chat” was from a picture I found online #the idea of it eating a usb like a candy bar entered my mind so quickly #and then i was like someone would think its vaping #and then i was like there HAS to be something on the internet i can reference about that #art #cw parents #cw abusive parents #imo

[thund3randrain]

Leaked footage of me sucking up to my friend's abusive parents to try and convince them to let me spend time with them

#i hate them but i will do what i must #anything to spend time with my bestie #<3 #jayden's thoughts #cw abusive parents #cw abuse #cw abuse mention

[eartheats]

Fire ice and thunder what in the world is wrong with you. It's no wonder that Ren looked elsewhere for a parental bond if this is the sort of "Parent" that they were subjected to.

Leave them be. They obviously have no desire to have you in their life if you have to go to these sorts of extremes to spy on them. They deserve their autonomy, their privacy, and their freedom to be whomever they choose.

...

Ahahaha! My, oh my. That is quite rich coming from the likes of you! Their so-called 'father'. As if you could truly replace mi amor. You, a sympathizer of the very people who have ruined my family beyond comprehension--oh, that's so very rich. All of this is! How disgusting, to watch you speak as if you have cared for them for most of their life when you have only known them for months.

It is my right as parent to do as I wish, and nothing is going to stop me from doing so. Not that I should repeat as I have said to other, not to your like, but I suppose if you're this much of a brazen idiot, I can oblige.

You, however, have no such right. And need to stay the fuck away from MY child.

#noriko takeover #cw abusive parents #cw possessive behavior #cw abuse #tw child abuse #((ooc: KILL BILL SIRENS INTENSIFY))

[mimssides]

Ballroom Dancing Is Not For Everyone

The royal ball is not a fun place for Remus Sparrowheart of the White Valley. But he doesn't get to choose where he gets to be. He never will. Yet maybe, the company he has in his brother will make all of it more bearable. And maybe he will find some new companions at this not-not-so-fun-ball after all.

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Spinning, spinning, spinning.

The dresses spun in circles. The nice dress shoes drew circles. The room was a circle.

The music looped. The dancers looped. Remus’ mind looped.

No straight lines, no edges, no corners. No place where Remus could go and hide. And even if he had been able to hide, he would not have been allowed to. He had to follow protocol, had to be a good representative of White Valley, and play nice and fair and stay put and idle.

He gripped the hem of his white gloves. He never liked the white. It got dirty so fast and he got scolded so often when he ended up with just a little speck of dirt on it. For Roman it was less of a problem, he liked the white and didn’t mind not playing in the dirt so much but he as well would have preferred to wear a more colourful attire than the white suits with the silver accents.

“Do not complain. Silver and white are tasteful and decent without being too obnoxious. We might be royalty but we mustn’t become self-absorbed. Stay humble.”

Remus had woken up screaming that night as he woke up from a nightmare where he had slammed a knife into his mother’s and popped the eyeball out of the socket as if it had been a meatball. He had been lucky that Roman had been in his room already and helped him calm down. No one else learnt of it and so neither twin got into trouble for sleeping in the same room that night.

With a yank, Remus pulled his right glove off. He pushed it into the too-small pocket of his jacket and turned to the side so that nobody could see his full pocket. If they didn’t see him messing with the stupid dress code nobody could snitch on him and get Roman and him into trouble for “misrepresenting the White Valley”. Not that Remus understood why the two youngest teen princes and not the actual prince regent were held responsible to represent the whole Valley. It wasn’t like Roman or he would ever get the crown, and neither did they want it. Well, Remus didn’t want it.

Roman was another story. Remus looked for him and saw him standing next to some other young men on the other side of the room. He was smiling politely and laughing mildly when it was expected of him. The perfect son his mother could have asked for. Sometimes even better than Rasmus but that was usually only said when their mother attempted to make her oldest listen to her. Yes, Roman too was just another kid she weaponized to get her will.

A peckish feeling led to Remus leaving his spot at the far eastern side of the ballroom. As quickly as he could he passed by the other guest, praying that none of them looked too closely at him or just ignored him when they did. Not all of them did though. Lady Whiteleaf from Poppy Fields made eye contact and spoke directly to him. Painfully he was pulled into an empty conversation of chitchat where he was questioned about how travel was, where they were staying and how hot the weather was for this time of year.

It took her ten minutes to lose interest in him and she excused herself daintily smiling to get to her next acquaintance. Usually, Remus wouldn’t have cared about that but right now, as he felt this deep sense of disconnection from his surroundings, her dismissal hurt. Everything was starting to hurt and suddenly, now that he stood in front of the sweets and pies, he wasn’t so sure anymore if he could eat something. Maybe he shouldn’t try. Maybe he should just hide somewhere.

He looked around, scanning for all exits just to realize that all his escape routes were blocked by all the royal partygoers. Of course, how stupid was Remus to forget that hiding was never an option?

Somebody spoke to him. It took a moment until Remus realized that he was blocking the way to the buffet and he quickly grabbed a treat and stood aside so the next person could take whatever they liked. He looked back at the man who had told him to move after stepping away. His mother would have said that it’s impolite to rush people and he would have gotten scolded if he had been the one to tell some guy to move away like that. But well, that lucky bastard wasn’t unfortunate enough to be his mother’s son. Thus, that four-eyed idiot in blue could be as rude as he liked.

Maybe he should get to Roman and complain to him about that idiot. Maybe that would help with the spinning. Measured he took a small bite from the piece of lemon pie (of course he had gotten the one type of cake that he neither liked nor hated but felt completely indifferent about) and looked to where he had seen his brother at last. He didn’t stand there anymore, not that it surprised him, Roman was mingling with many so there was a good chance that he was with a different group now. Carefully he scanned the ballroom, a big round cylinder with a glass dome as a roof. That’s why there were no corners to hide in, Remus remembered and grew a little more nervous.

The nervousness increased with every moment when he didn’t spot Roman yet. Slowly he began to walk along the wall, eyes flying over each inch he hadn’t seen before, yet there was no Roman.

Remus’ heart beat fast. The people around him talked fast. His hands shook fast.

His steps to the hall were slow. The lingering looks from the royals left him too slow. The way his hands trembled in his pockets made him feel slow.

He didn’t know when he walked up a staircase, this castle was too big for him, the halls too wide, the space far too open, but now he was standing in front of a window which decidedly wasn’t 1st story level anymore. He could see into a wide open garden, hedges neatly trimmed and aligned in perfect precision. His stomach turned.

He ran now. His feet made a clicking sound on the marble floors because his soles were too hard and too flat for running around. He ran still. He ran and ran until he spotted a door which seemed to blend into the wall, a door for servants, for brooms and dirty scraps maybe. He opened it and went inside, no looking back. It was dark and nobody said a thing so it was fine. It was safe. He was safe. He fell to his knees, his chest hurt, his head hurt. Breathing was hard. Stab your mother with a dull gardening shovel. Claw her eyes out with your fingers. Drink the eye juic-

“What’s the fucking matter with the stupid eyes lately?!” Remus whimpered and pulled himself out of the thought by pulling his hair.

Helplessly he pushed his face against his thighs and let his fingers scratch his scalp. He didn’t think about how it would mess up his hairdo or how it could hurt him or how his mother would be angry with him for doing so. He just needed the thoughts to stop.

A warm hand was settled on his own. A soft thumb run over the back of his hand, easing it to let go of his head and hair.

“Well done, Emu. You do well.”

Rapidly Remus blinked. Immediately the voice shooed him, told him to slow done and Remus listened. He listened and was good and well and only sat up to look at his brother when his hands weren’t cramped anymore, and his thoughts didn’t hurt so miserably anymore.

“You found me.”

Roman laughed shakily and leaned his forehead against Remus’. Then Roman closed his eyes and took a watery breath. His hands settled on Remus’ shoulder and suddenly Remus understood. He laid his arms around Roman and pulled him close.

“The room started spinning for you too?” Remus asked.

Roman winced. Of course, he did. He hated it after all when he couldn’t do things the way their mother expected him to. When he was a little too similar to Remus for her liking. When he was too unpredictable to be the manipulatable puppet she wanted him to be.

Remus sighed and readjusted their positions, so he ended up sitting next to his foolish brother and could hug him from the side. It had always been easier for Remus to relax around Roman, while Roman only was able to let out or give in to his emotions around Remus. Not that Remus minded that he was emotional or messy around him, but he could see that Roman avoided him for that very reason and he wished it wasn’t that way.

Yet now, none of that mattered. Now, they sat on the floor of a supply closet, as Remus now realized and just tried to get their composure back. They would have to return to the baller sooner than later otherwise their mother would hear of this and that wouldn’t end well for anybody.

So it was time to just breathe and calm down, Remus decided and took a deep breath.

The door opening rapidly and two other people storming in didn’t help to calm either twin down though. Neither when the smaller one audibly hyperventilated and the other one frantically slapped the wall to find a light switch. Neither when the other one hit the light switch and revealed that Janus Myrrth, first son to the Myrrth’s and heir of the Golden Garden estates, and Virgil Myrrth, second son of the Myrrth’s of the Golden Garden estates, were the ones who had chosen their little chamber as their escape place.

“You truly are unbelievable-” Janus hissed but abruptly stopped.

So did Virgil’s hyperventilating as he and his older brother looked down at the twins huddled against a shelf filled with jars of berry jams. Remus' body felt like static and his eyes ran over the matching black suits, Janus’ decorated with gold patterns and a warm yellow ascot and Virgil’s with silver trimmings and a simple purple tie. It looked rather nice, his mind helpfully added, and he slowly let his arms drop from his brother.

Roman next to him was stiff as a board, looking directly at Janus’ birthmarks covering the left side of his face. The heir noticed and Remus immediately rammed his elbow into Roman’s ribs to keep him from staring. His twin yelped but finally unfroze and lowered his face in shame before he perked up again.

“I apologize,” he said formally and got up from the floor. “I was rude. It seems we’ve occupied a spot you are in need of. Please, let us forget about this and-”

Roman didn’t get to finish as Virgil started to hyperventilate again, with much more force than before. That did the trick and Roman sprung into action. Without much thinking, he sprang to the younger prince and guided him, without ever touching him, to a barrel which was standing close but not too close to the shelf they were all huddled around. With gentle but certain words he told him to sit, to breathe, to not fret.

Remus raised from the floor, his hands falling leisurely in his pockets and watching his brother being in his element. With a grin, he glanced to Janus who eyed the spectacle with a cold glare and only after a moment realized that he was being watched.

“And what of you, Sparrowheart?” the older teen snarled.

Remus chuckled and garnered a death stare of Roman for it. But here Remus didn’t care what people could possibly think of him being loud and not perfectly polite and palatable.

“I am not the one who got angry at his hyperventilating brother, J-anus. And to speak of it, we were here first. Go and find your own closet to be an asshole in,” Remus said cheerfully.

The undignified stare Janus shot Remus could have murdered but the glare he felt shooting through his back from Roman was torture. Maybe he did go a little too far?

“Pff,” a tiny voice began to wheeze and all turned their attention to Virgil.

The youngest prince was laughing into his hand. His shoulders shaking with amusement, only getting stronger when Janus told him to get a grip.

“He called you J-J-anus” Virgil giggled and pressed his hands against his hurting stomach.

Perplexed both twins looked from him to Janus, who visibly blushed at his younger brother’s words and tried to say something only for Virgil to interrupt him again.

“I never heard anybody say that to your face! That’s hilarious!”

“You are such an uncultured child”, Janus chided.

His voice didn’t carry any actual sharpness though. Part of his initial anger seemed to have simmered away and given way to relief. Maybe he wasn’t quite as much of an asshole as Remus had initially thought. Maybe he had just been so high-strung because he was worried for his younger brother.

Before anything else could be done with that realization once more the door to the supply closet got opened. Four pairs of eyes me the sights of two princes dressed in shades of blue.

“That’s the idiot who told me to move my ass at the banquet!” Remus blurted and pointed his finger at the taller one in blue.

Now that he got a better look at him he realized, that he probably too was along their age, maybe a little older and spotted the Whiteleaf crest on his left breast pocket. He blinked.

“Fuck. That was stupid,” he cursed and glared at his shoes.

He heard the familiar voice of Logan Whiteleaf, heir and the first son of the Whiteleaf’s and of the Poppy Fields, scoff at that just as a second not familiar voice perked up.

“What did you do this time, Lo! It’s not nice to tell people to go away!”

Promptly Remus looked up. The smaller teen, he was for sure a year or two younger than Remus, had turned around and stared at Logan with an impressively disappointed pout. Logan looked back with an impressively annoyed eyebrow raise.

“I didn’t do anything scolding-worthy. I simply told this adolescent to step aside so I could get to the buffet,” Logan retorted.

The tween shook his head and went on: “How long did he stand here? Did you say it kindly or were you being too harsh again? You know what mama says about keeping your voice in check.”

At that Logan simply rolled his eyes and sidestepped him to look at the rest of the people inside. His eyes flickered from Remus to Janus in recognition before they fell on Virgil and Roman. And as he looked at them his face fell. Immediately Remus' attention locked onto his twin. He cursed and pressed past Logan to get to Roman’s shaking side.

“Oh no! Did we scare Vee’s new friend D:”

“How on earth did you make that sound with your mouth?”

“Virgil is not friends with one of the stupid Sparrow twins!”

“Janus! Don’t be mean to them either >:[”

“Are we truly glossing over the fact that Patton just…”

Remus didn’t listen to their voices in the background. He just tried to slowly, so slowly, inch closer to Roman. His hands were barely allowed to move, so slowly did he raise them into Roman’s field of vision. Which was quite a feat since Roman had basically rolled into a ball and his face was hidden against his arms.

“Ro, it’s okay,” Remus tried to coax him weakly. “I’m gonna take the blame. I mean I was being stupid not you, so it’s only fair and she can’t always make you responsible for my actions.”

Roman shook more.

“Right?” Remus added with a shiver.

Roman didn’t say a thing. Of course, their mother would make Roman responsible for Remus’ missteps. One more reason why Roman should hate him. Maybe he hated him already but was too nice to say a thing.

A gentle pull on his sleeve got Remus’ attention. Virgil had crouched down beside him and was staring at Roman as well. His lips shivered but he looked much calmer than before. He met Remus’ look and quietly pointed his chin towards Roman and asked almost voicelessly: “Is he scared of being scolded?”

Remus didn’t even think before he already nodded. The other boy's face turned into a surprisingly sad frown, and he leaned towards Roman and patted his shoulder.

“’s okay,” Virgil whispered, “that you’re scared. But you don’t need to worry anymore. Logan and J-anus over there won’t snitch on you or your brother.”

With a flinch and heavy panting Roman lifted his head just a little to look at Virgil’s face.

“Why w-wouldn’t they?” he asked with great doubt.

A tiny smile stole its way on Virgil’s lips, almost a cute one in Remus’ opinion, and he said: “Because they’re both soft idiots and have to be nice to people their younger brothers’ like.”

“You like us?” Remus and Roman said surprised in unison.

Virgil snickered, again rather cutely in Remus’ opinion, and from behind the three of them a light blue whirlwind stormed towards them. With a yelp, Remus and Virgil toppled against Roman as the tween crashed against them in a very enthusiastic hug.

“Yeah! People who help my friend Virgil are my friends too!” the boy in light blue said with a wide smile.

This close up Remus’ brain finally registered that he was just getting hugged and offered friendship by Patton Whiteleaf, the third and youngest son of the Whiteleaf’s of the Poppy Fields.

Baffled Roman looked at him and Remus snickered a little hysterically before they both looked at Virgil who snorted and teased them that they took Patton’s declaration of friendship even worse than he had at first. Roman made a hurt sound whereas Remus jolted forward and lifted Patton off the floor with a happy yelp. Logan and Janus just shot each other a tired look as the four younger teens broke into chaotic chatter.

Well maybe, in the years to come, they might think a little differently about the wild first encounter they had that with the Sparrowheart twins. They certainly wouldn’t admit it though.

At least not out loud.

#eir writes #sanders sides #ts remus #ts roman #ts virgil #ts janus #ts logan #ts patton #older work for a gift exchange i now finally put on tumblr #remus angst #cw abusive parents #cw anxiety attack #fluff/angst #they are all teens in this

[pansexualhousecat]

maybe this is an unpopular opinion but I really don't think Steve is scared of his parents nor that he listens to them like a good little kid etc like I see people portray him, and also I don't believe his parents are super abusive physically

I might sound dumb but this is because of the weed scene. Steve is high yeah but he thinks he's talking to his dad and telling him with sass that "No daaad 🙄 I don't do drugs, just marijuana!" and he obviously said that multiple times to him

people have different kinds of responses and relationships with their abusive parents and I know that. but being from a abusive household I just know that I would never say that to my father because I'm scared of him shitless. I do sass him with other stuff because I learned to defend myself in many ways (this enters on the part that I don't think Steve follows his parents' every command like a scared little kid that he's portrayed as a lot in fics) but I would never even mention that I do weed because if I say that I can already imagine my father's wild eyes while he's coming at me to beat the shit out of me lol

Steve doesn't seem like he's scared of his parents, but that doesn't mean that he suffers less because of how much neglect they caused him. his parents can be abusive pieces of shit and I believe that, but I don't think they're the actively abusive parents who beat up their kid and psychologically terrorise him

I think they're the kind of parents that just... don't like their kid. They had him, liked him for a few years because that's what they're supposed to do and then were like "Well, I really don't like our child so let's ditch so that he leaves us alone" and then neglected him basically all his life. Their abuse comes from lack of love and care; Steve has been beat up to the point of going to the hospital but when they receive the news they're just like "Oh that's sad. Welp bye!" and don't care about his wellbeing and just stay where they are, far away from the child they hate

When they come home and are like "Steve don't do this shit that we don't approve of" he's just like "Yeah yeah whatever" and they just shrug it off because they don't care about him at all

Steve knows that and that's how it messes him up mentally, that's how their neglective abuse affects him and all his life

I don't know if I made any sense, I was just thinking about this like two days ago and I'm not the best at explaining but yeah that's how I view his relationship with his parents

#i think of this stuff really randomly #literally thought about this in the shower #if you don't agree and want to point out some stuff that contradicts what i said feel free to comment or reblog #idk if i'll agree with you but it's good to see different opinions on stuff like this #steve harrington #stranger things #the harringtons #cw abuse #cw neglect #cw abusive parents #steve harrington headcanon #i guess ? #character study #kind of

[pellelavellan-a]

When you wanna dye your hair or get a piercing or maybe sleep for like 800 years ?

#ooc #out of quizzy #I’m so tired #i know I have these urges cause I’m in a mental health hellscape rn #my parents are abusive and I’m the family scapegoat and I’m choosing/being forced to cut them off now and it’s just #it’s exhausting and I feel good but HORRIBLE at the same time #lots of anxiety attacks and tears and resisting urges to sh #cw abusive parents

[magax-destroyer]

By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes...

It's time for the next pet showcase, and today I've got a treat! I've introduced a lot of good pets (and Erican) so far, but what about some... bad pets? Some naughty pets? After all, for every hero, there needs to be at least one villain, right?

That's what today's showcase is going to be! 6 pets who aren't exactly up to anything good! So it's time to get dark... darker... yet darker...

CW/TW for: Death mention in Flynnigane's description Vague mentions of all sorts of abuse in Daemonblun's description

Final warning: This time, everything below is over 2,000 words long. These guys have long backstories to lay out their motivations. And I am not kidding about those content warnings. Please read with caution.

(Not all of these customs are accurate on site)

Name: Lixation Pronouns: she/her Color: Alien Petpet: Diddler (Nosh-o-Matic Jr.)

An Alien Aisha who formerly worked on Virtupets Space Station, Lixation always found Neopia to be a curious little planet... though she didn't really seem too concerned about ever going down to visit. She spent most of her time busy working, goofing off with her petpet, playing games, and eating lots of sweets...

Lixation has two friends on the space station: Selevrris (the two of them are each other's "Besties") and Sythian, the Jetsam's boyfriend. One day, through several shenanigans, the Alien Aisha ended up getting a little taste of the Candy Ruki... and she realized he tasted just as sweet as he looked...

After Sythian disappeared to Neopia, Selevrris sent Lixation down to the planet to find him and bring him home to the space station. Of course, being an opportunist, Lixation is using this chance to find the Ruki and... eat him. After all, she can just say he died when his escape pod crashed!

Since Lixation is extremely new to Neopia, she doesn't have any friends yet... and she's not exactly focused on making any. Selevrris, however, is her bestie. She just won't mention that she wants to make his boyfriend into her snack...

Name: Lypekia Pronouns: she/her Color: Red Petpet: Pawkeet (Sir Bob of Geraptiku)

The Red Xweetok known as Lypekia started out as a simple treasure hunter, motivated by tales from her family. She comes from a long legacy of pirates and bounty hunters, who are all looking for a grand treasure that they feel is their birthright...

Lypekia is named after her great, great, great... something, grandmother, who was a very important ship hand working under a certain pirate Aisha...

As she continued to hunt for treasure, the Xweetok slowly found herself slipping into more nefarious dealings... and ultimately, she became the captain of her own ship and crew in an attempt to cover more ground in finding the big one. The treasure that was rightfully hers this entire time.

And soon she learned about a certain manor in the Haunted Woods...

Relationship-wise, Lypekia has made an enemy out of absolutely everyone at Erican's manor. She especially despises Erican himself, and she also hates Cartaker for humiliating her in a sword fight. You'd think she and Flynnigane would get along since they both hate Erican, but they both don't like for each other; she thinks Flynn is after her treasure, and Flynn thinks she's after Erican... and that Aisha is his to claim.

Name: Flynnigane (no, you cannot call him Flynn) Pronouns: he/him Color: Ghost (Formerly Royal) Petpet: Ghost Carma (Pascal)

Born a Royal Ruki in Shenkuu, Flynnigane spent most of his days working in the Lunar Temple, charting Kreludor's phases over Neopia. The Ruki figured he'd simply spend his whole life in Shenkuu, though he did long to go exploring... He'd always watch the flying ships coming and going and wished he could just... get on one and fly far away.

And then he happened to meet a pirate Aisha one day. He might not have had a flying ship, but he still had a ship, and he was looking for new recruits... And to be honest with you, Flynnigane might've had a little bit of a crush on him just at first sight. So, the Ruki gave up a life of charting the moon for a life of seafaring and navigating... and maybe a little bit of swashbuckling too.

Of course, it wasn't to last... That pirate Aisha was a really cutthroat man. He should've bailed out as soon as he saw the Aisha throw that Xweetok overboard... but... he thought that Erican loved him.

When Erican betrayed his entire crew, the authorities assumed Flynnigane had been the head of the pirating operation on the ship, so the Ruki was imprisoned for the rest of his life. Every day, his anger and bitterness grew, to the point where he hated Erican so much... when he finally did die, his spirit couldn't exactly move on...

Now cursed to roam Neopia for eternity, Flynnigane has sworn to get revenge on that Aisha... only to discover his ghost is still around as well. The Ruki found the manor in the Haunted Woods and confronted the new homeowner...

Flynnigane isn't exactly completely tethered to the mortal coil anymore, due to a nasty hit he took from a sword... Now, his legs are little more than a misty wisp, and his ghost tends to flicker and disappear occasionally... But that only makes him more dangerous.

Much like Lypekia, the Ghost Ruki has made an enemy out of everyone at Erican's manor... though he absolutely despises Erican himself, and is planning to take that ghost to... wherever ghosts go when they're completely destroyed. And yet... some stupid, illogical part of himself still loves that damn bastard...

Name: Jettinson (or Jett!) Pronouns: he/him Color: Royal Petpet: Talpidat (Skworlp)

A young Zafara from Brightvale, Jett lived with his twin sister Campenelle and their father. Unlike his sister, Jettinson isn't exactly book smart... nor is he particularly interested in sitting around a stuffy library full of books studying. That's all anyone in Brightvale does is study! It's so boring!

So Jett would usually spend his days causing trouble around Meridell, just trying to entertain himself. Of course, he was more of a nuisance than anything, so most people tended to just ignore him... Just like everyone in Brightvale did...

Until the day a Tyrannian Peophin took notice of the Zafara as he was walking home. Jettinson was merely lugging home a ton of Motes for his sister when the Peophin struck up a conversation with him.

Jett began ranting to this stranger about how dull life in Brightvale was, how he just wanted to get away from it all and go exploring... and the Peophin pointed out that the Zafara could be doing so much more than wasting his time around these boring kingdoms.

Like, say, he could be helping to find a lost Faerie Pteri...

And with that, Jettinson got dressed in his edgiest attire, grabbed a pair of daggers, and decided to become the Peophin's little henchman. And he's having so much fun! It's like getting to go adventuring in a tabletop game! Too bad he has yet to understand that he's taken the role of the bad guy...

Obviously he loves his twin sister Cam, though the two have fallen out of contact... Jett, of course, is also completely devoted to Daemonblun, since the Peophin basically had the Zafara swear his eternal loyalty to him. He doesn't like Wysteranium that much, because that stupid Gelert keeps making him cry, nor does he really care much for a certain Nimmo...

And oh boy, do not get him started about Erosollo and their friends. They keep getting in his way of finding the Pteri for Daemonblun! Who do they even think they are?!

Name: Wysteranium Pronouns: they/them Color: Stealthy Petpet: Seti (Tranquility)

The mysterious cloaked Gelert is an enigma to nearly everyone they encounter... Not that anyone dares to get very close, since they exude a horrific aura of sadness and despair...

Wysteranium was abandoned as a puppy on the streets of Neovia, where they spent their days hiding away from everyone... Unbeknownst to them, they were abandoned because of their incredibly strange magical powers; they have the ability to influence the emotions of others. They can read people's emotional states... and force their own feelings on to anyone near them. Unfortunately, because they were so scared all of the time and unable to control their powers, they ended up making everyone around too afraid of them to approach...

Until the day they encountered a beautiful Faerie Pteri, who took the Gelert in. She gave them a name, a home, and began helping them learn to control their powers... It's just too bad that someone else in the house was also interested in Wys's powers...

Daemonblun would regularly take them downstairs to his lab, wanting to see what their powers did... But Wysteranium's auras never worked on the Peophin. Nonetheless, Daemonblun coerced them into keeping their mouth shut about his experiments with them... After all, they were just some tramp Necroptosis had found on the streets. They could easily end up back there.

Ultimately, Wys was too terrified of Daemonblun to do anything to stop him... which just lead to him committing one atrocity after another. Including mutating a certain Acara...

When the Peophin up and disappeared from his original lab, Wysteranium fled their home as well, wandering Neopia as they tried to find somewhere to just... be away from everyone. Unfortunately, that didn't help them hide from Daemonblun, and when the Peophin and Gelert crossed paths again, he got them right back under his hoof before taking off, in search of a certain Pteri...

Uh... Relationships! Necroptosis is Wysteranium's adoptive mother, and Cursyn is their best friend... They don't particularly get along with Jettinson, not helped by the fact that the Zafara is the only one around the lab who is affected by their powers. As I said, they're positively terrified of Daemonblun. They also don't like a certain group of hooligans... especially their leader.

Name: Dr. Daemonblun (I don't believe this man has ever been to medical school...) Pronouns: he/him Color: Tyrannian Petpet: Robot Cobrall (Mercutio) (It was definitely not always a snake...) Daemonblun prides himself on being Neopia's leading "magicologist". That is to say, he studies magic and the effects of magic on Neopians through a scientific lens. Despite not having his own magical powers, that won't stop him... And neither will those silly things called "ethics" and "morals". No one really knows the Peophin's past... or his family, either. Luckily, his notes still exist, and he'll show interested parties... though they tend to react with utter horror.

His research started with experimenting with simple Petpets and magical artifacts he got from his wife. Since he has no magical powers of his own, he essentially has to "borrow" power from whatever sources he can find... And then his wife brought home a Stealthy Gelert, who happened to be a pathokinetic.

Daemonblun has never really been the... emotional type. He can fake emotions, sure, but genuinely feeling something is extremely rare for him... That Gelert represented everything he wanted for himself. Magic, and feelings. Unfortunately, their powers couldn't make him feel, and he had to abandon his... "research" with them due to how volatile their powers were...

His next subject was an extremely young Kyrii... and he was able to create a device to drain the Kyrii's magic out of their body and into a vial. Non-lethally, of course, though that Kyrii was sick for a while after... Of course, Daemonblun wasn't sure if it was exactly safe for him to inject himself with that magic. He could explode, after all.

His final subject was a Halloween Acara, who already had lightning magic... And since the Acara was already a mage, Daemonblun was sure it'd be safe to inject him with some extra magic. After all, what's a little extra power? The results of that experiment were the most interesting he'd seen yet... As it turns out, excessive magical power isn't good for young Acaras. Their bodies tend to... melt.

After that, and an incident wherein his lab was burned to the ground by the Acara's mother, the Peophin took to wandering Neopia. He ultimately took up temporary residence in a certain manor deep in the Haunted Woods, where his housemates were innocently oblivious to what a monster they were actually housing. He went back to working on Petpets, owing to the fact that he now had no mages to work with...

...until the day he had crossed paths with a certain Stealthy Gelert again. Upon finding them, and not-too-subtly reigning them back in to working with him, Daemonblun packed up his things and left the manor... but not without leaving a mess in that first room of the catacombs...

Where was he going? Wherever he had to, to find a certain Faerie Pteri again. This included Brightvale, where he picked up a Royal Zafara looking for adventure... before ultimately, the group retreated to Moltara, where they wouldn't be bothered.

Err, relationships, right... Daemonblun is Necroptosis’s ex-wife... Cursyn and Erosollo are his sons, though he doesn’t feel much for them. Technically, Wys is his adopted child too, but... he doesn’t really acknowledge that. His "minions" are the most unfortunate people on the planet for having to deal with him... He doesn't exactly care about them or anything. Everyone who knows the truth about him hates him... and you can't really blame them...

Well... this was a really messed up way to end the post... Uh, tune in next time for-

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#Joanne's pets #i am sorry to all peophins but especially tyrannian ones #cw death #cw abusive parents #also eye horror warning for daemonbluns bg

[the-new-kiddo-on-the-block]

I cannot begin to understand how this is a thing. It shouldn't have to be. But it is. And I played the fool to this bullshit in thinking I'd ever get anything better from my horrible excuse of a parent.

He had promised to help me pay for my evaluation, to seek a better diagnosis for what I've got. And I fell for it, thinking he was actually there to help me. And i cleaned my room- it was a far cry better than it was yesterday.

But no. No, he chose to pull a "sike!" on me and yank out any hope I have of getting better and improving our relationship

He chose that.

....

I hope he likes his choice.

#catch me when hes old and decrepit and i he doesn't even have my number anymore #or knows if hes got grandkids #call out post #spilling the tea #receipts #im deadass so fucking sick and tired of this #parents #cw abusive parents #shut up kido

[hajihiko]

It runs in the family

#an art #super danganronpa 2 #sdr2 #fuyuhiko kuzuryu #peko pekoyama #Fuyupeko #Kuzupeko #Thinking about them and their terrible childhood today. Kind of terrible lives in general huh #Neither of them could help each other when things got dicey in the household #Peko because the Kuzuryūs are NOT afraid to 'discipline' her. Fuyuhiko because it literally only makes things worse. #Both of them because if they show off how close they are the agents might rethink keeping Peko around. So they grit their teeth and bear it #I somewhat hc that the parents also aren't above involving the other in a punishment. Like. #Fuyuhiko can take a beating but he hates seeing Peko be hurt. Same for her. So if they REALLY wanna beat a lesson into one of them.... ykno #BUT THATS SAD. SO I ADDED THE NICE PICTURE AFTERWARDS #Child abuse cw #Cw child abuse

[u3pxx]

thinking about my gavin parents earlier. specifically, karsten gavin and the way he loves klavier.

HI SORRY. and sorry for any mistakes on the german, google translate can only take me so far DFGHDJFDGHD this was my original thought earlier that i typed into my pc during class DSFGHD

Karsten shows affection the only way he knows how (buying expensive lavish gifts) Karsten, being an absent father in many ways, doesn't pay much attention to his children's interests. Klavier becomes interested in music and wants a guitar for Christmas, he mentions this several times to Karsten as he works, over dinner, every moment he can get, really. Karsten and Karen have a fight 2 weeks before Christmas that leaves them very cold towards each other, Karin throws herself into social events/parties while Karsten flies to another place to focus on his work. The fight and their absence affect Klavier deeply, more than Kristoph who is growing more used to this. Karsten gifts Klavier an expensive piano, Klavier is disappointed and his face starts to show it. Karsten grows frustrated at this and starts to ramble “Music, right, liebchen? Didn’t you say you wanted to play?” “Well, ja, but… I wanted a…” Karsten starts frowning. “Klavier, do you have any idea how expensive this is? You don’t like it? Fine then, fine. Do you want me to throw my gift away for you, is that it?” “Of course not, papa. Klavier, what do we say?” Kristoph chimes in and nudges Klavier, whose eyes are starting to water. “[Thank you, father.]” “Oh there he is. Come, come.”

i just. thinking about piece of shit extraordinaire karsten gavin who only knows how to make problems go away with material things

i love drawing bc it compensates for the fact that i can't write DFGHDJ

#ace attorney #klavier gavin #kristoph gavin #gavin parents #karsten gavin #den's ocs tag #described #id in alt text #lemme know if i should tag this with any content warnings #sunnysideattorney #sunnysidedoodles #cw emotional abuse

[dianagj-art]

This idea got out of hand way too quickly but I have no regrets<3

Isn't it fun to think that with all the crossovers One would actually have a support system of friends that care about him?

Coin Toss Michael by @gemini-forest

Bonus!

#he deserves all the hugs<3 #that's his emotional support parent figure #rottmnt fanart #rottmnt separated au #separated leo au #slau crossovers #coin toss au #rise leo #rise future michelangelo #dg art #dg fanart #dg comics #oh i forgot to put trigger warnings sorry guys #tw child abuse #cw child abuse

[incognitopolls]

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#polls #incognito polls #anonymous #tumblr polls #tumblr users #questions #polls about relationships #submitted dec 12 #parents #growing up #childhood #abuse mention #tw abuse mention #cw abuse #abuse tw

[eartheats]

(@sneasedtomeetyou) I can't pretend I know Ren very well and I can't pretend that I'm much of a parent but I can say this parent rights bullshit is a flimsy excuse at best. You aren't fooling anyone with it

Hmph. Said by someone who hasn't had a child, I assume. Children are the parent's responsibility, always. They watch over them always, ensuring that they continue down the right path and toward things that would do the family proud.

I care not what anyone else thinks. If anything, I think it is...sweet, if misguided. That you all care so much for Ren. For that, I thank you.

But the lot of you cannot possibly think you know better than me.

#noriko takeover #cw abusive parent rhetoric #cw abusive parents