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starzwithapen · 4 months

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Dawn Dory is that one lesbian homo-erotic relationship you have with your best friend that ends terribly because you got too attached and she has commitment issues and "doesn't like you that way" despite treating you like a girlfriend the past 3 years and she dips out on you except they're both like . Grown ass women

#sorry john dory is a butch lesbian 2 me i cant see her any other way #delta dory is toxic yuri . i need everyone to see my vision #JD the type to go “we're just friends idk why u're so worked up about this” then turn around and introduce u to her family as one of her ow #im aromantic andnone of what i wrote is real to me btw . literally just for the sake of fictional angst nonsense #do i tag this ..... is this too niche #dawn dory #thats theirship name right #starztalks

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space-blue · 1 month

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how are you pushing middle aged, aroace, and still into incest? get help genuinely. imagine how your family would feel if they saw your blog lol

Hi anon! I realise this may be too hard to follow at your intellectual level, but if you enjoy a challenge, I recommend you watch this:

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Also, if this is about the Feyd Rautha meme, I prescribe 1 second hand paperback copy of Dune, to be read in a park near you, so you can touch grass while you read.

#Ah my dude #I'm estranged to all my family and they're all toxic assholes #I wish my tastes in fiction could disappoint or hurt them #I WISH!#But alas!#Anyway what a dm to wake up to #not even sure what triggered it #some people really have no hobbies #I don't usually respond to anons like this #(I don't usually get them)#but this one is too funny #the implication that incest would be fine #if I were a young allo person #like it's something to grow out of #that aroace people have no excuse for being into #anon must be a little child as usual #please get off my blog #it's an adult only space.

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amomentwiser · 2 years

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Parents be like, "Your generation is always on the phone, that's why you don't talk."

Did it ever occur to you I'm on my phone because I don't wanna talk to you? That if you weren't so critical, I would automatically prefer your company to mindlessly scrolling Instagram?

Taking my phone away won't help. I wouldn't talk to you even if the alternative was watching paint dry. Because you don't actually want to talk to me, do you? You don't want to hear about how your actions have hurt me; the profound insecurity that is embedded deep in my bones; the fact that I want you to stop saying some things because they make me sad and anxious; or any of my beliefs that dare to be different from yours.

No, you don't want to talk. And neither do I. The phone, sir, is the only thing keeping this interaction civil. It's the only way I can bear your presence.

Because if I started talking, really talking, about everything that's on my mind, I wouldn't know how to stop.

And your generation can't deal with that.

Your generation is always on the run from emotions. That's why we don't talk.

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thecruellestmonth · 11 months

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Normal Batman fans: I don't want to engage with parts of canon in which my fave is an abusive asshole. I choose to engage with other stories instead, and I ignore stories that I dislike.

Nasty toxic Batman fans: Ooh, Bruce is being totally gross again, don't mind if I do~

Good Dad Bruce™ stans: Yes, I fully acknowledge that every single one of Bruce's kids is deeply—at times suicidally—traumatized by his parenting failures in canon, but he is NOT a bad parent! Bruce LOVES his family. Sometimes COMPLICATED PARENTS make their children feel WORTHLESS and ISOLATED, and then don't do anything to fix it! It's totally NATURAL, Bruce is just a COMPLICATED parent! He's COMPLICATED! Bruce LOVES his family. COMPLICATED, I say! NOT ABUSIVE! Would an abusive parent put a hand on his child's shoulder in a vague display of warmth once every few years??? Hm??? Yeah, I DIDN'T THINK SO, YOU STUPID ABUSE VICTIMS!! Bruce LOVES his family. He does nice things—why are you ignoring all the nice things that he's done? He is just an IMPERFECT person, he has made some teeny tiny mistakes repeatedly with 5+ separately acquired children over a twenty-year period. Bruce is just a regular IMPERFECT human being—which means that you critics are the UNREASONABLE MONSTERS imposing PERFECTIONIST standards on a poor innocent middle-aged baby adult man! Bruce LOVES his family. How could we expect exceptionally privileged hyperintelligent parents NOT to regularly use their position of power to make 4-6 children feel inadequate, unsafe, and alone?? What ridiculously high standards! Bruce LOVES his family.

#I hope you impressionable youngsters are learning the warning signs of abusive families and cults during your time in this fandom.#Bruce Wayne hate club #COMPLICATED PARENT BRUCE WAYNE #You know I personally like my own cobbled version of Bruce Wayne too. I like to ignore canon as I please.#But some of you stans work overtime to come up with the cruelest most hurtful insensitive and vomit-inducing IGNORANT opinions about abuse.#So eager to sanitize decades of a grown rich white male hero living his power fantasy on the backs of vulnerable and traumatized kids #--in your zeal to make sure that the world's most popular superhero doesn't suffer a whisper of criticism--#you choose to echo the excuses given to powerful people who use their power to hurt and control smaller people.#'He is complicated—' His behavior is abusive.#'He didn't intend to—' He did something abusive.#'But he LOVES his family!' He is an abusive piece of shit and he needs to do better.#'Well he is just an imperfect human—' Nobody is asking him to be perfect. Not everyone perpetuates abuse and refuses to change.#'But you have to understand that he had a very terrible childhood.' Every single one of his kids has had an inarguably worse childhood.#'Hm. That version of Bruce really is an abusive asshole. My homebrew isn't and he wouldn't do that.' DING DING DING! WINNER WINNER! 🥳👑👑👑#'Bruce is an abusive asshole. He is the perfect meow meow for my fiction about toxic families and dark themes.' YES. YOU WIN. 💗👏👏👏😘😘😘#IMPERFECT PARENT BRUCE WAYNE #negativity #fandom discourse #anti Bruce Wayne #child abuse mention cw #The funny thing is that this blog discusses Jason Todd the most but I'd say he probably suffered the least abuse.#At least he's a villain. What is Bruce's excuse for the way he mistreats and neglects the others?

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sharry-arry-odd · 2 months

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People are who they are. There was never going to be a last minute transformation. My mother was never gonna sit at my graduation, and break down to reveal: she was hard all this time just to save her soft heart. All the horrible things she said were just a shield; she made me drive to my own appointments because she couldn't bear to see me suffer. Et cetera, et cetera, infinity. People want families to fit together perfectly, no matter what, but sometimes they don't. It's when we keep trying to force them together that we get hurt.

Looking for Group, by Rory Harrison

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cosmic-kaden · 19 days

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That last reblog reminded me... Holy crap I have two fankids well they're canon but by extension they're also now mine.

Koa lost her parents so in my canon with Mills we adopt her because well, she doesn't have family to return too, Mills unfortunately couldn't be with his real daughter (because she sadly passed away) and Mills, myself, and Koa all bonded. It was Koa who asked if we could keep her ;-; (I sort of want to write a fic about this ahhhh)

Henry is the son of Charlie and his ex wife but by extension I'm not really "mom" but I do end up being a parental figure to him! (His ex doesn't like me very much at the start until we meet face to face But that's because Charlie did a nono and forgot to mention that I was around when Henry was over. It was Henry who went tf off about me to his mom lmao) Frick it I wanna write about this too

FOUND FAMILY IS BEST FAMILY \O/

#me? making fictional families because i never really had one of my own that wasnt toxic? HELL YEAH DUDE LOL #under a falling sky #Just let me adore you;

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problema-fic-prompts · 3 months

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Character A is a musical prodigy despite only being a teenager, and has an amazing career ahead of them. Even if their family had impossibly high standards and has been cruel to them.

Character B is a music tutor who’s taken an interest in A that turns into obsession.

As B helps them further their career, they groom A to be their lover and stay by their side. Forcing them away from their toxic family. I like thinking about this set in like a Victorian setting but I think any time period works great

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askthesciencesquad · 2 years

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Gaster, what we are trying to say is ”try and treat others as you want to be treated!”

Also it might look like sans didn’t care (to you) but that’s just it. He just didn’t want to look like it did hurt him. And another thing yeah I am sorry you were treated badly, VERY BADLY.

*Seems like you hit a bit of a nerve…

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#I’m so sorry for the verbal beat down :..))#homeboy just. is not having a good time right now #anyway!#ask the science squad #undertale #tw bold text #tw caps #tw swearing #askblog #gaster #ARC TWO #again: character opinions do not reflect my own this is fictional yada Judas #just want to make sure everybody’s on the same page here #tw toxic relationship #tw toxic family #<implied

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chaoticgeminate · 1 year

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Evening Events

Part of the Iridescence Fictional Universe Sparkling Embers Series Part Two

Pairing: Hellhound!Javi G x Half-Pixie f!Reader Series Rating: M Warnings: Toxic and abusive family, implied past bloodshed

Word Count: 2.9K

When no issues with the shipment of goods were made known you had decided it was safe to head off for your holiday, not really wanting to but knowing it was something you couldn’t miss. Not when the Queen of the Diminutive Fey so kindly offered a direct invitation, at least, and as you finished packing up you heard a low hum from the doorway as Javi took in your attire. One thing you detested about going back was the very rapidly changing dress requirements depending on your grandmother’s whim. Right now she was in a traditionalist phase, women in skirts or dresses and men in trousers sort of phase, you hated it.

You had thrown on a dress, the top half was a black turtle neck bodice while the skirt was a brown tartan pattern and a tea length, your opaque black tights and brown ankle boots completed the look and Javi tipped his head slightly.

“Traditional attire is sort of the thing with El’Anasaar right now, this is the kind of thing I’m expected to wear since it’s what the Court has made all the rage.” Your explanation earned a sympathy-laden nod, the sarcasm dripping from your voice at the end of the sentence coupled with an eye roll and shake of your head.

“You look beautiful, though you always do, but I do think I prefer your usual clothing to this. I’ll drive you to the Embassy building, Libélula, you are taking a portal there?”

With a snap of your fingers the luggage you packed began to levitate behind you as the pair of you left the bedroom to head for the front door.

“Yep, it’s the direct portal to El’Anasaar and the less traveling I have to do the better. If I were to take the Seagate Portal it would take me to the coastal city Remoria, which is a few days travel in Uhica with flying. The added hour of driving here is more than worth it.” Javi opened the passenger door for you, his rather sporty car had the convertible hood up since the weather was now in the cold season with December here at last, and your luggage fit nicely into the trunk before Javi slipped into the driver’s seat.

It was a serene drive, really, the two of you listening to music as Javi talked about his own holiday plans since it was Ellemire’s first time experiencing anything close to the mix of holidays this time of the year. You had left the gifts you’d made for everyone with Iggy and Kirial, the two bat shifters promising that none of the nosy demons would get into them early, and you wondered how the insane mix of holidays would even work.

The lesser demons and Gabriela celebrated a modernized Christmas, Iggy and Kirial celebrated Sol Invictus, you celebrated Yule, and Maggie always came by but she celebrated Saturnalia. All while Dahlia celebrated Hanukkah, her girlfriend Evaline celebrated Kwanzaa, and that made for one hell of a holiday set up at the villa that you couldn’t even begin to explain to anyone. A Christmas tree, a menorah, and a kinara all found a place of honor in the family space and the villa was decorated with amazing Christmas lights but also arrangements of lights to celebrate every holiday under its roof.

“Kirial and Iggy are going to be overwhelmed with gifts this year, I already know you went overboard without Gabriela and I there to stop you.” Javi was so generous despite his demonic heritage, he just gave and gave no matter how much or little someone needed it, and you watched his cheeks color under your suspicious stare. He tried to lie, stumbling over his words, but lying -at least to you- never worked out for him.

“You are right, I have, but it is her first SolYuChrisHanuKwaNalia!” The ridiculous holiday mash-up name had grown on you and Javi’s desire to include everyone had been the primary cause, phrases like ‘happy holidays’ always felt impersonal and at least around the Villa you had a way to include everyone with a more… heartfelt sentiment.

“Javi she’s still an infant, she won’t remember it, and by the time she’s old enough to I bet she won’t want to look at baby photos.” His pout made you hum and reach out to play with his curls, scratching gently just behind his ear, the soft huff as his lips curled into a smile made you smile too. He truly was sweet, nothing at all like what you’d been told about a lesser demon, and you knew he had his fangs in there but Javi wasn’t the type to resort to violence first.

“Libélula, you will be happy seeing your family, yes?” His genuine concern was touching and you felt your throat tighten just a little bit because of it, you’d always avoided the conversation of family with people on this side of the veil because you wanted them to be your friend because they liked you as a person and not because they wanted to gain clout or something. You supposed that must have come across as a negative thing, even though Javi disliked his own pack he didn’t avoid talking about them, and guilt shimmered through your heart.

“Probably, they’re my family. I know I don’t… really talk about it much but while our relationship is complicated it’s not completely bad.” Without telling him the entire truth you really couldn’t reassure him as well as you wanted to, and while you knew Javi probably wouldn’t think different of you if he did know it was still terrifying to face the thought of him knowing who you really were.

Silence fell between the two of you and you could tell that he wanted to ask but didn’t know how, it was probably the worst type of tension that you’d ever faced around him before.

“If you need to come back early just let me know, even if I have to come find you.” It wasn’t a vow, it wasn’t an oath, but you knew it was a promise and that he would give it to you was enough to make your heart race and your cheeks warm.

“Of course.”

Ambassador Clewyn had greeted you as calmly as they could, not a soul in the Embassy knew your status save for the Sprite across from you as you finished filling out your travel paperwork. Once the documentation for this side of the portal was done you were allowed to pass through the barrier spell around the large world tree. While there were many portals that were regulated and protected by the Consortium and the FBMI in other areas of the city this was the most central point of travel, the portals connected directly to the capitol city of each major government in the other realms.

The World Tree had been created and grown after the Sundering, the last act of the Immortals before they retreated to their own realms to allow for the wilding magic of the world -and the world itself- to heal, the twisting branches and shining green-gold leaves were hidden away within the walls of the Embassy building. Behind layers and layers of protection and masking spells, hidden from anyone that wasn’t a Se’Kvia native, and an entity of magic you were both in awe of and terrified of.

People nowadays liked to ignore the fact that wilding magic was alive, that it had a conscious and will of its own, so a large entity that was meant to house the portals between realms made of it? All it would take was the wrong comment made where those boughs could hear, where the roots could eavesdrop, and maybe that massive being would decide to send you somewhere else. At least that was your fear, your family all were convinced it was unfounded but nobody could know for sure, just because there hadn’t been tales of winding up somewhere else didn’t mean it hadn’t happened.

The Ambassador waited until you were alone to bow, their brow furrowed and lips in a tight line of clear discomfort at not addressing you by your court title, and honestly you wanted to just go back to the villa now before you even got to El’Anasaar where everyone would be doing this.

“Princess, pray forgive my rudeness in the delayed court greeting.”

“Ambassador please, there’s no need for formalities on this side of the portal I assure you. Now, I have to hurry along, keeping her Majesty waiting is something even I am not allowed to do.” You paused to rest a hand on the twisting bark of the world tree, thanking the sentient ancient for allowing you passage, and then you were floating through the portal. You felt like you were floating, your golden markings shimmering as your wings manifested behind you, and as the ever swirling images around you stabilized you took in the sight of the portal room.

In El’Anasaar the world tree was out in the open, the city as a whole blanketed in illusions and protective runes, if someone was trying to find the city and they weren’t personally invited the chance of them getting through the wards was basically slim to none. As soon as the guards turned to look they dropped into a bow and you had to bite the inside of your cheek as you nodded, chin up and expression wiped clean of anything but cool indifference.

“Princess, you look lovely.” Captain Aelle Solarian of the Dragonfly Guard -the palace guards assigned to you specifically- bowed deeply and you had to bite back the instinct to hug her. You had two whole friends on this side of the portal, Aelle and Iphigén, and the last thing you wanted to do was get either one of them into shit with your family.

“Thank you Captain.” You fell into step in front of her, your luggage floating behind the two of you, and like you’d suspected the people out on the glittering streets stopped to bow when they saw you. You’d forgotten just how shiny the city was, the light gray kyberine stone making up the walkways between the packed dirt roads shimmering like starlight because of the orbs of light atop every garland wrapped lamp post.

Since El’Anasaar was in the Summer Realms there would never be snow here, instead of falling snow there were white petals from the towering silversage trees that were scattered all around the city. The dark trunks contrasting the nearly white green leaves and the glowing white flowers, casting a summer snow across the city as you stepped up into the carriage waiting for you. Iphigén’s excited smile was hidden behind the mess of brown curls they sported, thick rim spectacles not remotely on their face, but you didn’t care at all.

Aelle slipped into the seat beside you, her twin short swords set within easy reach, and the carriage driver clicked his tongue so the tamed field blurrgs began their walk back to the palace. With the doors closed and the privacy spells in place you allowed that expression of indifference to fall away, launching yourself into Iphigén’s arms with a delighted cry, and your best friend let out a shrill cry of their own as they returned the hug.

Only after you’d spent at least five minutes clinging to Iphigén did you release them enough to breathe so you could cling to Aelle too, just happy to be with your two closest friends again after so long. You wanted to be greedy and have them join you in Se’Kvia but that would mean exposing just who you were to everyone, since there was no real justification for you to have another pixie and a fire attuned sprite tattooed with the markings of the Diminutive Fey royal guard come with you.

“So, how goes wooing the hellhound?” Iphigén wiggled their brows playfully and you felt your face warming up as you began to deny it, not wanting to even get into that discussion just yet. Aelle snorted behind her hand and nudged you, making you pout at her for not letting the subject drop.

“There is no wooing.” Your reply was mumbled, you wanted there to be wooing but it just wouldn’t work until Javi knew the truth and after that you doubted that your crush would be allowed to flourish at all. Sure you weren’t the only Princess in the Court but that didn’t mean you were free to marry and love whoever you wanted to.

“I wish they would just let you be, this is kind of bullshit. Even if the wilding magic of the Aestori Grove Barrow Den chose you to succeed the Queen your naming wouldn’t go uncontested and, unfortunately, we all know what your history of duels has been like. I don’t want to have to stop you from bleeding out again.” Iphigén’s eyes were a little hazed over as she talked, no doubt thinking of the countless times you’d been hauled to your bed chambers after the very cursory once-over by the palace healers, you detested how much your friends suffered mentally for the sheer misfortune of being in your life.

“I mean, I’ve literally been trying to abdicate my position as a potential crown Princess since I became an adult, you know that I’m doing all I can here. Can’t exactly exile myself if the Queen decides that I’m not allowed to, and hiding in Se’Kvia isn’t an option since she’d just hire the Mandalorian Hunters to bring me back if I tried to ignore her summons.” You’d been hauled back by a Mandalorian before, after trying to flee deeper into Aestoran’s continent and hide among the razormist swamp lands with the elementals and the sprites that called the lands home.

It was an embarrassment you didn’t want to face again.

By the time you reached the palace entrance, which was more like a large rounded hill covered in flowers, it was nearly dark and you had poured your whole heart out to Iphigén and Aelle about the fact that you knew Javi wanted you too and how hard it was to hold back. The blurrgs were still plenty energetic despite the trip, stamping their feet impatiently as you stepped out and bid farewell to the driver. Kuiil tipped his head and departed, leaving you forced to hold an impassive face and act like you were someone you weren’t as the wooden door swung open.

The illusions to hide the palace in case of any danger were so strong that it was almost like looking into another realm when that door opened, instead of the inside of a dirt mound you could see the glittery butter yellow marble with its vibrant green carpets woven with patterns in bright floral tones; you walked through the door and all at once the grand entryway seemed to light up as the glittering white orbs lighting the space flickered to announce your arrival.

“The wayward Princess returns home.” Your eyes lifted to the top of the stairwell where one of your numerous cousins stood, though nobody would be able to tell based on appearances with just how different all of you looked, and you bit your tongue as she looked you over with a sneer of derision that was pretty standard by this point.

“There you are, my little flutterbug.” Your mother hurried over, pulling you into a hug that made your skin crawl at the display of false affection, hiding behind her too-wide smile was the hatred she had for you and had always had for you. Flutterbug was her way of calling you a dragonfly without using the word, to mock you for the sign of your weakness and mixed blood, you hated how they kept calling you back when you just wanted to be left alone.

All you were to them was the ass of a joke.

“Hello mother.” Just like that she released you and stepped back, now that you’d greeted her, and that fake smile was still very present on her face.

“We should really hurry to the throne room, please handle my daughter’s bags.” The head butler nodded and bowed, walking away with your bags to take them to your room, and you were very suspicious of the cheery behavior. Not that she’d ever actually tell you why she was so happy but it was concerning, especially with your cousin’s smirk growing wider as she fell into step beside you.

The throne room was as large and opulent as ever, filled with people, and you felt the weight of everyone’s stare as you were announced; your grandmother rose as your walked across the room and you almost didn’t notice the man waiting at the base of the short flight of steps. But you ignored his presence, dropping into a curtsy, and masking your voice from the anger and irritation that threatened to fill it.

“My Queen, it is an honor to have received a personal invitation for this year’s Yule festivities.” A slender hand lifted your chin, making you stand straight, and your grandmother looked you over with that indifference you knew her for and the same indifference you’d taught yourself to utilize.

“There are more than just Yule festivities, child. A suitor has asked for your hand, and after considering I have approved. I would like you to meet your fiancé, Lord Thaddeus Clement ne’Rahne.” The man you had ignored offered a smile, his eyes taking in the sight of you, and your heart dropped to the floor.

“No. I refuse.”

Your words caused a hush to fill the room and you could hear the scandalized whispers starting.

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fiction-quotes · 1 year

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Perhaps, she thought, there are people whose whole existence it is, once they have met, to combat and destroy each other, just as there are others who lose sight of all the rest in too vehement a love.

— By Firelight (Edith Pargeter)

#book quotes #historical fiction #edith pargeter #by firelight #love #hate #hatred #relationships #family #obsession #destruction #toxic relationships

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harmonity-vibes · 1 year

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IMAGINE

Author : Harmonity-vibes

A/N : These imagines come from my new story. "Without Luggage".

The reaction of Jake, your boyfriend, when you show a picture of your ex.

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calltoamentor · 4 months

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The Cure for Drowning

Patrons of the Museum of Lost Things find their ways through its doors by a variety of ways and under a variety of circumstances. Some walk willingly, some drag themselves through under duress, and some collapse at the entrance.

Daily writing promptWhat do you complain about the most?View all responses She chose this life. She knew that, had known it for at least the past five years. But somehow the weight, the gravity of that decision had not struck her until their anniversary, when the realization came that nothing that should have changed did. That while she had worked to become an ever-better partner…