#implied child abuse tw

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👩 = What’s your muse’s relationship with their mother, what made it that way?

👨 = What’s your muse’s relationship with their father, what made it that way?

[ His mother . . .

A woman who came from nothing and fought for what she had. She married well - in a family had a stable reputation and influence, which allowed her the privilege of obtaining higher education while also having five children.

She was ambivalent towards H.U.N.K as he grew older and began to show signs that he would never have the same academic success that she'd shared with her other children. Through her, he learned not to trust overt kindness and syrupy sweet words - even when she was smiling he remembers how it never reached her eyes.

His father ...

Aloof and distant. He came from a long line of very successful professionals and had already been consumed by his work long before H.U.N.K was even born. There is a part of him that seemed more suspicious of the way his son never defended himself from the rest of the family's insults, but he never found an opportunity to delve further into the reasons before H.U.N.K cut contact and simply disappeared from his life.

Overall . . .

Both of his parents provided H.U.N.K with the basic necessities required to live but deprived him of the affection needed to thrive. They taught him that failings warranted punishment and planted the seed of inadequacy within him that has followed him long into his adult years. It would not be a stretch to say that through both he learned to be strong but also to never accept the comfort of warmth and kindness from others. H.U.N.K carries scars from each without even knowing it.]

#- - [ooc] #- - [hcs] #implied child abuse tw

[deceivesthem]

Oliver killed his father at age fourteen. he went to him for help because he was hoping his father would accept him and take custody of his only child---to get out of the house and away from Jeffrey. and at first, Donovan seemed receptive to Oliver. he let him stay the night that first night, but then Donovan came home drunk the next night after work and everything turned to shit. he forgot that Oliver was there and it startled him. he scared Oliver and Oliver, in a state of panic, ended up killing his own flesh and blood. when the police came, Oliver was found hiding in the closet holding the knife, much like he's found years later after he kills Jeffrey. he resorts back to a scared little child, afraid of what might come for him. he ends up in a psychiatric hospital for the next four years. he never has the high school experience, but at least he was away from Jeffrey. all he wanted was to be away from Jeffrey and unfortunately, he got what he wanted, just not in the way he'd expected.

#( * bare your teeth boy // character study. ) #i'm throwing this in my character study tag cause idk where else to put it but i'm thinking about this rn #my poor boy has been through so much #implied child abuse tw

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Jane’s Pets Chapter 71: Backslide

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Today’s been a bad day. You sit outside in the rain because being inside at all makes you feel trapped, and really you still feel trapped outside because you can’t leave the boundaries of the magical protection, but it’s better than being inside.

Diya stays out with you, holding an umbrella over the both of you. Still, you’re soaking wet, your hair and clothes plastered to your skin.

“You’ll make yourself sick, out in the cold and rain for so long.” Ey says.

“Hmm. Cold and wet alone can’t make you sick. It just makes your immune system slightly weaker. Unless you’re talking about hypothermia. But it’s really not that cold.”

“If you say so.”

You aren’t sure why Diya only brought out one umbrella, but you don’t ask. You’re enjoying being close to em. It makes you feel a bit safer.

“You don’t have to stay out here with me.”

“I know.”

You’re glad Diya is here. As scared as you are, you trust em, and em being here stops you from getting swept away in memories.

“Is there anything I can do to help you feel safe inside the cabin? Or anything Barron or Greg can do?”

“…I want Puppy and Kitty.”

“Maybe Barron can check on them again. Let’s go ask.”

You shake your head. “I don’t want to talk to Barron.”

“…Okay, I’ll talk to Barron, and you’ll get in some dry clothes. Come on.”

You shake your head again. “You worry about me too much. I’ve been caught in worse storms than this. I’ll come inside when I’ve calmed down a bit more, okay? You should go talk to Barron, though.”

…Why did you say that? You don’t want Diya to leave, ey’s keeping you connected to the present right now.

“Oh, is this- are you asking to be left alone?”

“…No. I just want you to talk to Barron, and I don’t want to be near it.”

“So… you trust Barron to check on your friends, but not to be near you or talk to you?”

Your face is warm. “I know it’s stupid.”

"It’s not stupid! I just wanted to make sure I was understanding correctly. I’ll go talk to it, and then I’ll be back.”

“Thank you.”

Diya hands you the umbrella and leaves you alone in the mud, but as soon as ey closes the door it opens again, and Greg steps out.

You smile weakly at them. They don’t smile back, but you’re used to that. They only smile when they’re scared.

“Do you want some saltines?”

“Ha. Sure.”

“They’ll get soggy if you eat them out here.”

You sigh. “I know. Just give me a minute.”

“…You know we wouldn’t be pushing you if it was nice outside. But this isn’t good for you.”

You gesture at your umbrella. “I have an umbrella.”

“You’re soaking wet. Please come inside. Do you trust me?”

Greg stares at you, no emotions detectable in their expression. And you trust them. You trust them and Diya and Barron. And it’s not enough.

“I do. I just… can’t.”

“What do you think will happen if you come inside?”

“I’ll be trapped. I’ll feel trapped.”

“We’d never keep you here against your will. I bet Barron would get you a tent if you said you wanted to stay out here long term. A nice waterproof one.”

“I don’t… I don’t know.”

“Just come inside for five minutes. Just dry off and change your clothes, and then you can decide if you want to come back out here.”

It really is uncomfortable, sitting out in the rain. Your socks are wet.

…Just five minutes. You can handle that. Just five minutes. They’d let you back out. They’d let you live in a tent outside the house if you wanted.

“I don’t know if I’m even, like, scared. I guess I thought I was, but I just feel kind of… gross? Just… weird. I feel weird and the one reason I could untangle was feeling trapped”

Greg nods. “I get it. I really do. The way you’re feeling… I get it. It doesn’t last. We’ll help you untangle everything. Just come inside.

“…okay. Okay. I believe you. I trust you.”

Slowly, you rise out of the mud, and go back into the cabin, following Greg.

Your stomach twists as you close the door behind you. Trapped, trapped, trapped. Just five minutes.

—

After a shower much longer than five minutes, you get into dry clothes and meet Greg in the living room, collapsing on the couch next to them.

“How are you feeling?” They ask.

“…Better. I think. Did Diya talk to Barron?”

Greg nods. “Ey still is, but about different stuff now. Barron will prepare some invisibility and teleportation spells, and check on your friends when it gets an opportunity. Do you still feel trapped?”

“A little.”

“You’re not wearing your collar.” They observe.

You’ve been keeping it off for longer and longer lately. You default to keeping it off, now, and put it on when you’re freaking out and need the small sense of safety it brings. You had it on out in the rain, but you took it off to shower and haven’t put it back on.

“Yeah… I’m trying to be brave.” You mean it as a sort of joke, poking fun at yourself for taking off a collar being an act of bravery, but your voice cracks.

“Are things still feeling tangled?”

“A little. I was thinking in the shower, though, and I thought about asking you guys to start calling me Liam, and it was scary, but it also felt like that… knot of confusing feelings unraveled a bit.”

“You want us to call you Liam?”

Deep breath. “Yes. I’m ready.”

“What else feels tangled, Liam?”

Fear makes a chill run down your skin, but you feel the knot unravel more.

You take a moment to collect your thoughts. Greg lets you. “It- it feels worse when I think about how I can’t leave. Because Jane will find me if I do. But then I imagine leaving after we find a way to- to kill her, and that feels bad too, and I just- everything feels bad.”

Greg stares at you, thinking. Probably. You look away.

“Wanting to leave and wanting to be able to leave are different things. It makes sense to me.”

The knot untangles further. “Right. Right! I- I want to be here, but I want it to be my choice. I don’t want to have to be here.”

“That makes sense. We’re working towards making that possible.”

“You… you are? Does- if Jane was dead, and I wanted to stay… I could?”

“Of course.”

You barely feel tangled at all, now. “Thank you.”

Greg winces.

“Oh, sorry- damn it.”

“It’s fine. What else is bothering you?”

You feel a lot better. “I think… now it’s just the normal stress that’s always in the back of my mind. With that, distraction usually helps.”

“What’s always in the back of your mind?”

You frown. “Well, right now it’s that I should have my collar on, or I’m going to get hurt.” Deep breath. “And that if I leave Jane will catch me and hurt me, and that Kitty and Puppy are being hurt, and that I trust you all but I’ve learned, painfully, that I’m bad at reading people. And we don’t know what Jane is and maybe she could get in here, maybe she’s watching right now and she’s going to kill you all and punish me and punish Kitty and Puppy and make me eat your bodies-“ You cut yourself off. Deep breaths. Empty your lungs before taking another breath.

“You’ve come a long way since we first brought you here.”

“I’m still nervous when I don’t have that fucking collar on.”

“And yet, you spend most of your time not wearing it, and you can go by your own name, and you can calm yourself down when you’re scared.”

You want to argue back that you still wake up screaming at least once a week and start feeling worse at complete random, but… there really wouldn’t be a point to doing that. Greg would say that you’re still better at coping than when you first got here, and they’d be right.

“I just want a distraction right now. Can you please distract me?”

“Of course.” Greg stares at you. It doesn’t make you uncomfortable anymore. “I need to change my name again. Do you have any ideas?”

“Oh. Sure. What kind of names do you like?”

“I don’t really have any preferences. So long as the new name sounds different from the one before it.”

“Hmm…” You don’t want to give them a meaningless, random name. “Why don’t you pick a first letter for your name, and then I’ll give you some ideas.”

Greg stares. Definitely thinking. “X.” They say.

They might be teasing you. You can’t tell. “Uh… Xander. Xavier. Um…X-ray.”

Greg puffs out some air. “Ray. I’ll be Ray.”

“Really? It sounds pretty similar to Greg.”

“Yeah. I like it.” Greg- Ray’s hands shake and their eyes slide closed.

“Are- are you okay?”

“Yes. I like the name. It makes me happy.”

“Oh.” It seems obvious now. Of course Gr- Ray would smile when they’re scared and shake when they’re happy. “Can I ask- well, you don’t have to answer. But why do you need to change your name? I know that names are powerful to fae, but wouldn’t just going by a different name fix that? Why does it have to change?”

Ray shakes their head. “It’s hard to explain. I could just go by a different name, without ever changing it. But your name isn’t what’s on your birth certificate. It’s the name you identify with. Just going by a different name, I would still be vulnerable, because someone could find out my true name. But if I don’t identify with any name at all… if I don’t think of myself as having a real name, then my name can’t be used against me. But if I just went by Greg or Karen or something without ever changing it, I would start to identify with it. So I have to change it every time it gets too comfortable. Does that make sense?”

“I think so?” The talk about names makes you curious. “When I only went by Bunny, and didn’t remember the name Liam, could a faery have had power over me from the name Bunny?”

“Did you think of yourself as Bunny, or was that just what the people you lived with called you?”

“…It depended on the day. I thought of myself as Bunny more and more as time went on.”

“Then it would’ve depended on the day. I bet some days, they would’ve had to have the name Liam. Which is interesting, because it would mean your true name was a name you didn’t remember.”

“Can you have multiple true names?”

“I can’t think of any reason why you couldn’t. I’m not an expert. I think you’d just have to identify with all of them pretty much equally. Do you think that would make someone more vulnerable, or less? More names means more ways to gain power over someone, but it also makes each individual name less powerful. I think. Because if you can give away your name and still have another name to fall back on… interesting.”

You’re having trouble following. Instead of trying to focus and figure it out until you get a headache, you relax and just listen to their voice. They have a very nice voice.

Greg was right. Ray was right. You’ve come a long way. You can freak out about something without it ruining your whole week, or even your day.

There’s still a long way to go. There’s still so much fear in the back of your mind, all the time, and every time you make progress you end up freaking out for a while after. It’s going to be two steps forward one step back the whole way. Right now, you’re okay with that. And Ray said you could stay here as long as you want, and that Barron would let you live in a tent outside if you wanted, and you don’t feel trapped.

You will again. But not right now. You rest your head on Ray’s shoulder and listen to them talk about names and fae and magic.

~~

Kitty is trying to be compliant. They really, really are. They refer to Jane as Master every time they speak to her, they don’t talk back, they are quiet and polite and they keep the stupid headband on.

Things have not gone back to normal. Jane has not taken off Puppy’s muzzle or Kitty’s headband. This is the normal now. They don’t get to just be obedient anymore.

It’s driving Kitty fucking insane. It makes their insides itch and burn every time they hold back a snarky comment, every time they do more than the bare minimum to meet Jane’s demands, and every time they think “what would Jane want me to do?”

They never would’ve called the old normal “tolerable” until now. They didn’t realize how much they depended on the ability to have small defiances. Without that ability, they don’t feel like a person and they feel like their body isn’t their own. Is this how Puppy feels all the time? They can’t stand it. They aren’t built for this, they’ve never been built for this!

They remember that it felt similar when they were first let out of the basement, after months and months of torture. Like they weren’t themself anymore. But they adapted. They found ways to be themself while being safe. Ways to defy that made Jane roll her eyes but not drag them down to the basement.

They’ll adapt again. They’ll figure out how to appear perfectly compliant while making veiled insults, and how to pretend they’re trying to keep Jane happy while doing the opposite. They’ll figure it out. But until then, they’ll keep feeling like their insides are being scooped out with a rusty spoon.

They kneel at Jane’s feet while she braids Puppy’s hair. Compliant. A good pet. Their face burns and they squirm with the effort to not glare and snarl.

Jane pats their head. “Relax, Kitty. You’re fine. If you’re good I’ll give you some medicine to make it easier.”

They bite their tongue and rock back and forth. They hate this so much.

Jane laughs. Puppy stares straight ahead as Jane tugs on her hair. “Silly Kitty. You’re so cute. Cute little Kitty-cat.”

They dig their fingernails into their palms, careful to avoid breaking skin. Jane doesn’t like other people damaging her property.

“We’re going to get Bunny back, soon. Can you imagine his face when he sees you kneeling at my side? Eating from my hands without protest? And of course he’ll be shocked to see my Puppy muzzled and missing an ear. And he’ll be so good, once he realizes there’s no escape.”

Kitty rocks in double time.

“All my pets will be so sweet and compliant for me, doesn’t that sound nice, Kitty? Doesn’t it?”

Kitty doesn’t answer. Jane has been doing this taunting often, testing to see if she can goad Kitty into giving her a reason to punish them. They’re starting to reach a breaking point. They aren’t built for this.

“Come on, Kitty. Tell Master it sounds nice, and you want to be good for her. I’m almost done with Puppy’s hair. I’ll give you some medicine and you won’t even remember where you are. It’ll be nice. Say ‘that sounds nice, Master.’”

Kitty watches themself pull the headband off their head and snap it in half. They’re more surprised by their actions than Jane seems to be. Well, now they’ll get punished anyway. They throw the pieces at Jane and rise to their feet, seething.

Jane just smiles and whispers something in Puppy’s ear. Puppy gets up and leaves the room.

“I don’t think you thought that through very well, Kitten.”

“Fuck you!” They spit. They tower over Jane. She’s so much smaller up close.

Jane just laughs. She always just laughs. “Are you going to come down to the basement nicely, or will I have to throw you down the stairs?”

God, they want to attack her, but they already know all she’d do is laugh. They shake with rage.

“I hate you. I hate you so fucking much. I hope that there’s an afterlife just so that even if you find a way to die, you will never get any peace or rest in your entire miserable existence.”

Jane sighs and grabs their wrist. They kick and scream and fight the whole way, and still Jane drags them to the staircase. They cannot pry her fingers off. Why is she so strong? They hate that, they hate that she can drag them around like that! They hate her!

Jane shoves them down the stairs. They scream as they fall, and they land hard on the basement floor, knocking the breath out of them. It could be worse. It could be a lot worse. Jane stalks down the stairs, a knife in hand and a cold smile on her lips.

Kitty tries to curse at her as they get their breath back. “Fuck you! I was so good! I did everything you wanted! I followed every rule! I put everything I had into being your perfect little pet, and it wasn’t enough for you! It’s never enough for you! You just like to see me fail! But I tried, I tried! I tried to be good!”

They pant, still lying on the ground, trying to push themself up. Jane approaches slowly and takes off their collar.

“Sensory deprivation will be the most effective," she begins, “but I want to cut into you a bit first.”

Kitty screams (they can’t tell if it’s in fear or anger) and tries to get to their feet, but Jane is on top of them before they know it, and she doesn’t bother with taking their shirt off, she just slashes at their torso.

“I can’t! I can’t be compliant! I can’t be good, I’ve never been able to, I’ve never been built for this! I tried! I tried!” Their angry yelling sounds suspiciously like sobbing. “I can’t do it! I’m broken! I can’t do it! I’ve never been able to do it! I’m just bad and I’ve always been bad and if you’re waiting for me to be as good as Puppy you might as well just kill me!”

Jane has stopped cutting them. She stares at them in fascination. Her eyes shine dangerously. “Well? Keep going, pretty Kitty. Tell me more about how defective you are.”

“I hate you!”

“So you’ve said.”

“I gave you everything! I let you get in my head, I let you make me feel guilty, and I told myself I’d never let anyone do that again! I’ve given you everything I have! There’s not more obedience waiting inside me, waiting to be beaten out! You’ve seen the best I can do! There’s no more! I can’t be the person you want me to be!”

“You underestimate yourself. You underestimate me.”

Kitty screams in frustration. “I don’t have it! I don’t have whatever makes everyone else capable of being good! It makes me feel like there’s bugs under my skin! I can’t do it! I’ve tried, I’ve tried so hard!”

Jane just watches, fascinated by their breakdown. “Keep going.”

Kitty’s worn themself out. “I tried. There’s nothing more I can give. I don’t have it. I’m not good. I can’t, I’m not built for it…” They trail off into mumbles.

“You don’t have to be. I will break you down to ash and rebuild you if I have to.” She leans in close. “And everyone will like you better that way. Everyone will be glad I did.”

Usually, Jane’s insults just slide off them, but this one hits its target. No one’s ever liked them, not even Puppy and Bunny. They just make things worse for everyone. They sob and the cuts in their chest weep.

Jane combs fingers through their hair and wipes tears from their eyes. “You want this as much as I do. You want me to fix you.”

Any other time, Kitty would laugh at a statement like that. But they don’t feel like themself right now. They feel like a little kid who knows they make everything worse for everyone and will never, ever be able to be good like everyone else.

They nod. Yes, they want someone to fix them.

“Sweet thing. You won’t feel that way later, of course. But feeling that way at all… that’s progress. That’s amazing progress. Lie still, now. I’ll fix you.”

A/N: Let me know if I should tag anything else!

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//thinkin about how Jack spent so much resources into building angel's chambers and making it the most difficult thing to break in to. Like even if you get past the forcefield that kills you instantly you still have to make it past a lot of loader bots and constructors. which some one them have literal small nuclear war heads, installed as a weapon. Not mention to the BNK-3R fight which was a pain in it self and as he puts it, the weapon he personality created to defend the outside of the chambers. Furthermore he has a biosignature installed plus a voice recongizer where you gotta sound and be him to even enter her chambers. and once you in the chamber he has custom loader bots label as angelic guardians . Constantly being in there to defend against plus the shields he has on the Eridiumn injectors and Angel herself. Like this man did everything to keep his daughter prisoner. //

#ooc: phoenix rambles about bastard man #//I cannot with him tbh// #//like -breathes- he really made it where his daughter got fed up with him and mistreated her and used her as a pawn// #implied child abuse tw #//he also tried to emotionally try to control angel by saying he did this all for her and all she could ever want was in the four walls// #//when she truly wanted freedom- away from him// #//though i do truly believe he was truly beliving he was keeping her safe through it all// #//it just that protection turn into something corrupt and use for power because his greed- knows no bounds// #//anyway im wigless in miami over this whole mission tbh//

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you are eight and you are sleeping outside.

Alola gets cold at night. You didn’t realize that when you got here, but once the sun sets, the beaches become almost too cold to bear in the fall and winter months. You shiver a bit as you lean against the lifeguard tower, and Rocky whines quietly at your feet. He’s cold too. You frown and lean against him, trying to warm him up.

“You can go home,” you say, trying to be brave. “You’re not good with cold. It’s okay. He’s only mad at me. Auntie will let you in.”

Rocky bristles at the thought, shaking his head, tail stamping on the ground. You laugh weakly, and wipe at your face. Your hand comes back wet.

“Sorry…”

Rocky hops into your lap, cuddling against you, and you sniffle, bending your head down and raising your shoulders to keep your ears from freezing.

it’s going to be a long night. But you know that there will be longer nights, so it’s okay.

#Implied child abuse tw #;; answered #vitrumbra #;; about

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Chapter 4 has been released and here is an excerpt

This will be extremely long though:

“Fine.” Yan sighed. “I guess you’re right about that.” He really didn’t like being told he was wrong.

“And… you need to put some clothes on,” Bedi said to Yan. He himself was only half dressed with his blonde hair down and he had yet to put a shirt on.

“Well, what can I do after that,” Yan asked Bedi. “Can I just take a nap while you make dinner?”

“Yes, but please remember to take care of yourself, Yan Qing,” Bedi replied.

“Okay, fine,” Yan also replied. He eventually got dressed in the pajamas he chose for himself, washed his face, and brushed his teeth. He was too tired to finish everything else and he nearly choked on his green panda toothbrush and the Drest toothpaste he was using. His eyes were feeling really heavy and they needed to be shut, so he quickly rushed over to his bed and fell asleep. He didn’t care about that chicken for dinner anymore because he was just too tired.

When he woke up, it was winter again. There was little sun, just the cold snow. Yet he was in his old wooden house that hadn’t been touched in over several thousand years. And this was his old bed. It felt stiff and uncomfortable compared to his old bed. Mainly since it was on the ground as well. It was very different from how he remembered it. The bedding was nonexistent and only consisted of a lambskin blanket and a wooden bamboo pillow.

“Ah, Langzi. You’re finally awake.” That old man’s voice was very familiar sounding. A fatherly voice that also gave Yan comfort just hearing it. It must’ve been…

“Papa,” Yan exclaimed.

He realized something was off about his voice. It sounded very high-pitched and childlike. He looked at his hands quickly and noticed they were small.

Wait a second, Yan thought. This is a childhood memory of mine, right? If so, then where is…

The snow that evening. The warm wooden house. The smell of roasted beef being cooked with rice and vegetables. It must’ve been the day they found Yan Langzi’s closest childhood friend. Yan himself decided to wake up to the smell of delicious food.

“How was your nap, Langzi? It’s time for supper!”

“Master! Papa!”

“You only just woke up, boy,” the man replied. “I suppose you had a nightmare about losing me then, right?”

“Yes, papa. I am scared of losing you to a ghost or something like that!”

“Don’t worry, that won’t happen child!”

Little did Li know something similar to a ghost would eventually kill him. Yan had to warn him about… no. He couldn’t change his past. He didn’t want to.

“Hey papa,” Yan asked while he was eating. “After we are done with dinner, can we get some snow and melt it for the bath water?”

“I suppose so,” Li replied. “You better eat more though.”

“But what if someone else wants the food? As in a stray cat or dog? Or maybe a person?”

Li just laughed happily. “If that’s the case, I suppose a bit of extra food or money for food won’t hurt! We don’t have many resources during the winter though, so we should save it.”

After they were done eating, the father and his adoptive son put on some spare winter clothes before heading out. Because of how small Yan was, Li was able to carry him on his back and their ornate snow umbrella covered both of them.

It took about close to 15 minutes, but they found a great spot with no stained snow. It was by an ancient tomb of a hero from two dynasties ago, but it wasn’t too far from where they lived. Just as they were about to gather the snow, they heard a little boy crying.

“Help me, please,” the boy shouted. “I don’t have any place to call home! I want a mommy or daddy! It’s so cold”

Yan quickly ran as fast as he could! When he came and saw the boy, he saw how awful his condition was. He was half naked, only wearing very thin pants, and had no shoes. His long brown hair was matted and hadn’t been washed. The boy himself was also very smelly and thin. Langzi could tell he hadn’t bathed or eaten in who knows how long.

“Are you okay,” Yan Langzi shouted!? “What happened to you? You’re half naked, your pants are thin, and you look really hungry!”

“I… I” the boy was trying his best to speak but he couldn’t think of anything to say without tears coming out of his eyes.

 “They don’t know… I exist… They just… laugh at me for… I don’t know…”

Li Junyi followed his son and found him with the boy. He heard everything but wasn’t unkind or judgmental. Upon seeing the half-naked boy, he draped his cloak over him like a blanket.

“You must’ve been so cold you poor boy. Are you alright? What’s your name?”

“I… don’t have a name. Or a family.”

“Then I suppose we’ll be your family. Your name will be ‘Li Yize’ because you seem like a kind-hearted boy.”

Li Junyi cradled the boy in his arms. Eventually, it was time that Yan and Junyi to see his eyes. They were a soft blue with some violet hues, and they had a kind and gentle aura that surrounded the young boy overall.

“Langzi, please come.”

“Alright,” Yan replied. “Is that boy gonna be our family?”

Li smiled at Yan as he caught up to his papa with the water bucket they brought.

“Yes, yes he will. He doesn’t have a place to call home at the moment, and we should give it to him.”

A stomach growled. It must’ve come from little Yize.

“Oh, and Papa,” Yan asked. “Do we have any spare food and clothes for him?”

“I’m sure we do,” Li replied. “If not, I will go to the market and get some for him.”

The full chapter is right here:

#fate series #fate grand order #fix it fanfiction #ALB3 #another lostbelt 3 #nudity tw #character death tw #yan qing #bedivere #li junyi #assassin of shinjuku #yan's papa in this chapter #lanling wang #li yize #li haoran #OC #original characters #child abuse tw #implied child abuse tw #implied neglect tw #jing ke #nezha #ritsuka fujimaru #mash kyrielight #mordred #leonardo da vinci #gray (fate) #my fanfiction #FGO #fix it fic

[estherwestfall]

Esther at a glance

"Sometimes God breaks your heart to save your soul"

NAME: Esther Constance Westfall AGE: 28 [Born July 8th] OCCUPATION: Stock Worker at O'Connor's Outdoors ARRIVED: Resident, never left GENDER/PRONOUNS: Non-binary; they/them SEXUALITY: Pansexual, but hates most people QUIRKS: Is extremely quiet and reserved, unless you piss her off. Tries to avoid all small talk if they can. If anyone asks they're an only child. Dresses like she rolled out of bed and grabbed whatever was on the floor, which is probably what happened. When she's not at the church they spends most of her free time watching movies, catching up on what she was not allowed to experience growing up.

BIOGRAPHY

Esther never considered herself lonely growing up. Through their family's religious expectations they were a caregiver, a homemaker, and her life centered around caring for her little brother Gabriel. She didn't need friends, or anyone else in this Godless town, so long as they had their baby brother. Their parents were harsh, but fair...though maybe sometimes too harsh. It was the two of them against the world.

As teens, Esther tried to keep her brother away from those Heathens. Knew he was better than all of them, that they only wanted to hurt him. She tried to warn him to not go to that party, and she wishes she had pushed harder, forced him to stay. Gabriel wasn't the same after that. He wasn't her little brother anymore.

Esther tried. She really did. How was it so hard for him to understand that he was Gabriel? Gabe? Their little brother? Clearly he wasn't dead. He was right in front of her, breathing. Why couldn't he get it through his thick skull? Why was he refusing to listen to reason? All the screaming, all the fights, Esther began to think he just wanted attention. That the party turned bad and he couldn't accept that she was right.

A large portion of the responsibility to take care of Gabriel after his "incident" fell on Esther. The stress, the frustrations pilled up quickly. They ended up hurting Gabriel just as much as he hurt her, emotionally, physically. Resentment began to fester.

When their parents died, Esther knew Gabriel did it on purpose. He committed the ultimate sin. He killed them. Between this and the growing difficulty of taking care of her selfish brother that just refused to grow up and stop playing his stupid joke, they eventually snapped. They had enough. Esther kicked Gabriel out of the house, denouncing him as her brother. If he wanted to tell everyone he was dead then fine. He was dead to her. She had no brother.

For a year they holed themself up in their family home. Barely refusing to leave except for food and basic necessities. Esther had no one and that was fine. She didn't need anyone. Still, after a year, even they could admit that shutting everything out wasn't the answer.

Slowly, Esther began to reintegrate back into town. At only 19, they didn't really know what to do with their life. The outdoor shop was hiring, and the job seemed easy enough. When she saw other people going into the local church, she hesitated. The only thing that kept them strong over the last year was her faith, and even that felt broken, wavering. Her parents always hated on the local religious communities, and Esther embraced that dogma, but she couldn't go to her old church. She had nowhere else to go.

The person who stood in front of the congregation was bizarre, went against everything her faith and parents bore into her, and yet Esther was entranced. It wasn't love, it would never be love. But something about the priest called to them, made her feel like maybe there was still something in this God forsaken town to hold on to.

In time, Esther began to deconstruct the dogma forced into her, but still, outside of the church they were very much alone. Seeing Gabriel in town, thriving, hurt. It only further proved that he had been lying, pretending to be someone he wasn't. Hurt their bond for no reason other than because he could. Hatred brewed in her heart.

Her relationship with the priest was one that was difficult to label. Companionship maybe. Not quite friendship but not nothing either. They slept together often, even talked, though never of each other's past for varying reasons. They were not lovers, and Esther was fine with that, preferred it even. Why would anyone love her? The only person that ever claimed to love her lied and hurt her deeper than anything their parents could have ever done. Absinthe was a distraction, a means to not be so alone anymore.

It wasn't long before Esther found out she was pregnant. She shook and sobbed at the little plus sign on the test, wondering why God would be so cruel to them. They knew they could not, should not ever be a mother. They could not take care of their brother, her love wasn't enough for him, so how could it ever be enough for a child? Desperate, she consulted the library and asked around town. It lead her to the town's treasured Buttons. They had never interacted before that day, yet the older woman's demeanor was cold, off. Esther didn't care. They only wanted help. She prayed the teas would do as were promised.

Their prayers were answered, and unless anyone read too deeply about her questioning, her purchased pregnancy test, only O'Grady knew their little secret. And that was for the best. No one needed to know. To know that they were a failure. That they were raised to be a caregiver, and mother, and deep down Esther knew she was too broken to ever be that. That that was never something in her future.

After that day, she turned to pills to help numb herself. Anything she could get her hands on, so long as Esther could get out of her head. They continued to crumble, while Gabriel was happy and healthy and it was unfair. It was so unfair.

#unhealthy view of mental health tw #implied child abuse tw #pregnancy termination tw #drug abuse tw #huntsvilleintro #bio #intro

[babyitsmagic]

today i'm thinking about how just. eIIe has an edge to her that danny will never have? they're so similar, in ways that sometimes surprise the two of them, even. she's his clone and it's frustrating, but there are things about them that will always be similar. she's his clone and vIad wanted her to be danny, and made an effort to mold her that way. so they have so many similarities.

but eIIe lived on her own for a few years before danny's parents took her in. she was homeless for a time and she figured out how to make that work for her. and that's an experience that danny's never had, will never have. and it's made her just a little sharper than him, in a way that's hard to pinpoint if you don't know the story.

#elleheadcanon #dannyheadcanon #headcanon;; #there are like. other experiences #that they don't share obvs #but this is the one on my mind today #homelessness tw #implied child abuse tw #manipulation tw #ask to tag #i think i covered all the important stuff but like. just in case

[fledermoved]

He doesn't want to talk about what today is.

He's just going to sit and drink a beer.

#:( phil......... #event: father's day #alcohol tw #implied child abuse tw #child abuse tw #ask to tag #ic Phil #m:Phil

[awesomeuchuu]

@chibskimuses

Being grabbed so roughly when he though he finally had gotten somewhere safe with the chasseurs, this was the last thing he expected as it barely been days since he saw his parents being killed in front of him. Now he was in some lab and having needles entering his skin, the older man ‘gatekeeper’ seemed to say something that he hoped that this one will be as good test subject as the other red head, not that Hiiro could barely lay an eye to what he said, not with the pain under his skin, and each of his red blood cells fighting what had entered his body. He survived, and that was all he did until he was brought to a room with a locked door, another child inside or.. older “Nii..-san?…”

This boy was around eighteen. He was filthy, his red hair dull and lifeless. He was wearing a dirty lab coat that had probably once been white, but in the darkened room it looked almost black, stained with blood all over as it was.

Rinne lay on a hard, uncomfortable looking cot, staring up at the ceiling of the cell when the door opened. He didn't look to see who it was that had been shoved into the cell with him, not immediately. His bare arms and legs were bandaged so much that barely any skin showed through, and the skin that did was badly bruised.

Despite all this, at the sound of Hiiro's voice, Rinne shot up immediately, eyes finally landing on the room's new occupant. "No. No, no, no, you're not here... H-Hiiro...?"

#dark subject matter tw #implied child abuse tw #chibskimuses #bee dazzled (rinne) #The Purple Beast and the Blue Witch Verse

[a-cageless-canary]

“If he even THINKS about touching you, I’ll kill him.”

protective sentence starters

@lejusticia

“.....I’m fine...Let it go Ko-kun...We’re in public...”

Granted they were alone in the hallway, empty save for them as they made their way to the stairs after their usual meeting with that man.

The voice that comes out of her sounds so...pathetic...Broken...

She’s not some child anymore.

Wasn’t the first time she got spoken down to and something thrown in her direction as well. 

Nothing new...She did have to admit, her little quip about how Shido couldn’t handle the small little posts of him on the Phan-site showed how out of touch he was with the younger portion of Tokyo would usually be ignored. The way he immediately flashed his attention to her caused her to back away, tongue tied as he demanded her to repeat her words.

She didn’t stutter, but Aiko was taken off guard as the glass at his desk was sent her direction. Hurling to the wall and shattering causing her twin and her to freeze on sight of the damage.

This wasn’t the first time he displayed rage...But was the first that he paid any direct attention to her. Aiko could see her twin shift in his demeanor immediately and took to apologizing before hastily dragging them both out the room with a promise they’d finish whatever assignment sent their way later...

Aiko could barely manage to keep her voice even as she looked at her twin, “...just drop it...Please?” 

She was pleading...Because she knew how close they were...Just how close and they couldn’t risk it all because of her. Aiko reached over, squeezing his hand before lightly pressing their foreheads together.

“...I’ll...Be fine. So please...This won’t break me.”

#lejusticia #Answered: Chirp Chirp About It #Talons so Sharp: Black Mask Twin #Main: Singing to the Skies #tw implied child abuse #implied child abuse tw #cw implied child abuse #implied child abuse cw

[asknewkidlucas]

Hey Claus do you remember something more specific about how Duster broke his leg?

Claus: Admittedly I don’t remember all that much either; Lucas and I were pretty young when that happened. Biggest thing I remember was begging Lucas to leave so we could go get help, but he was too scared to; he froze in fear. And I ran off by myself.

Claus: But with how Duster would spend time with us to also get away from his dad; my guess is that Mr. Wess broke his leg to “teach him a lesson”; as that was what Miss Tessie told Mom and Dad.

#anon #answered #asknewkidlucas #claus #implied child abuse tw #breaking bones tw

[daedaluscried]

" I have this dream that I am hitting my father with a baseball bat and he is screaming and crying for help, " Cy pulled her hand back, slamming a fist into a nearby tree - one that clearly already held signs of physical abuse, " And maybe halfway through, it has more to do with killing him than it ever did about saving myself. "

#open roleplay #.bird of wrath (CY) #abuse tw #implied child abuse tw

[hxperion]

@pateretfilia continued from x

Jack listened to Angel's outburst, his finger tapping the desk in front of him that the monitor was over. It was to be expected for her to react the way she did. She had all right to be angry at him. But yet, he didn't feel remorse for what he was making her do. No matter how many tears she shed, he knew it was a means to an end, all of it would be worth it in his mind, and she would be grateful in the end, at least, he hoped to. regardless, apart of him was grateful for having the restrictions on her power, where she couldn't hurt him with the tech. Pressing the button to activate the microphone on his end, he spoke up.

"Language, sweetheart" Jack replied, his voice seemly calm though there was an underline of anger to it. An anger that was building, something that he would have to get rid of. He did not like his daughter swearing. it was something that irked him to his core, something about instilling manners into those who were family or younger to him. an engrained feature to make those below him listen.

"I wouldn't have to hurt you if you listened to Angel," he says, his expression turns one of cold. his voice was full of bitter nostalgia, it reminded him of a similar phrase his grandma used. 'If you listened John and did as I told you, You wouldn't be hurt, would you?' her voice, echoed through his mind as his facial expression ran cold, speaking up calmly with his voice, almost sounding detached but yet, instead of that underlying anger. "and you will do what I will order you to one way or another" he snaps his voice raising at her. "But I am protecting you by keeping you here. the vault hunters that you so wish to betray me for!? they will betray you in the end," Jack explains, the memory of being betrayed by Lilith and Roland five years ago ran through his mind. He wouldn't doubt that Lilith wouldn't try to kill the only person he truly had left of his family. before everything went wrong, as a sick twisted revenge. " they will kill you the moment they realize you are my daughter. " Jack points out, though an underlying fear could be heard, a fear that wouldn't dare show on his face, not at this moment. "If you continue contact with them in the way that you are, I will disconnect your communications from the echonet. is that clear, Angel?"

#[ic]: c.e.os of heros #pateretfilia #[4ng3l id: my precious daughter (angel) ) #generational trauma tw #emotional abuse tw #child abuse tw #implied child abuse tw #ask to tag

[viciouslyfilthy]

𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄'𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐓

🦨{Basics}🦨

Name: Doctor Freitmai Fleischer Kraus.

Alias: Freddy, Dr. Kraus, Wrath.

Gender: cis male.

Age: 203 years old.

Species: shapeshifter skunk monster.

Zodiac: aquarius / aries / cancer / capricorn / gemini / leo / libra / pisces / sagittarius / scorpio / taurus / virgo / unknown

Talents/abilities: (PROFESSIONAL) virtuoso violinist; chemist; experimenter; astronomer; mathematician; biologist; monster hunter ; (SUPERNATURAL) can control fire (& hair can turn into flames, especially when enraged); can turn into a giant skunk monster (this ability is triggered by emotional reactions, he has no control over it and becomes unruly and unable to be reasoned with); can shoot fiery spikes from his back (only when in skunk monster form); appears to be somewhat immune to 'going mad' if he gazes into eldritch horrors or taps into unspeakable knowledge.

🧪{Personal}🧪

Alignment: lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / neutral / evil / true

Religion: agnostic/freethinker.

Sins: envy / greed / gluttony / lust / pride / sloth / wrath

Virtues: charity / chastity / diligence / humility / justice / kindness / patience

Languages: greek, (british) english, french, japanese, italian, irish, hebrew, latin, infernal, draconic, elfish.

Family: Elijah Kraus (father) & Bernadette Fleischer (mother) (sadly both deceased); has (unidentified) family members residing in France (status unknown).

Friends: just Eden, he's often reclusive.

Sexual Orientation: heterosexual / bisexual / pansexual / homosexual / demisexual  / asexual / unsure / questioning / other

Relationship status: single / dating / married / widowed / open relationship / other

Libido: sex god / very high / high  / average / low / very low / non-existent

Supplemental: this is Freddy's theme song. Context behind it being: it is mainly dedicated to his violin, named after his late mother. He has a deep love for his musical instrument which is shown in the lyrics, whilst he rants about his misery in the world.

🦨{Physical}🦨

Build: twig / bony / slender / average / athletic / curvy / chubby / obese

Hair: white / blonde / brunette / red / black / greying white

Eyes: brown / blue / emerald green / black / other

Skin: pale / fair / olive / light brown / brown / very brown & tone unusually grey-ish dark (this is caused by the skunk-half assigned by Sün, it might be more noticeable when I make digital art of him) / other

Height: under 3 foot / 3-4 foot / 4-5 foot / 5-6 foot / 6'4 foot / above 7 foot

Weight: under 100 pounds / 100-150 pounds / 150-200 pounds / 200-250 pounds / above 250 pounds

Scars: small scarrings on his fingers/knuckles (from ruler rapping in school during childhood, mostly faded), lash marks on his back (also mostly faded since they too are from way back in his school years), a large, gaping wound (uninfected, non-bloody but also never healing, which leads to it remaining open) in his stomach caused by drinking acid in his attempt. The wound is often stitched shut by him to prevent his stomach and intestines from just hanging out (that feeling is painless for him, only bringing him mild discomfort, but it is an inconvenience)- the tissue around the wound has adapted the consistency of a scar, although it never heals.

Facial Features: his piercing green eyes, his gaze is deep as the sea; he has a little white line in between his eyes that goes up to the top part of his hairline, much like you'd see on a striped skunk!

Tattoos: none!

🧪{Choose}🧪

Dogs or Cats?

"Must I entertain this lowly questionnaire?" He raised a brow inquisitively, before rolling his eyes and angrily sputtering.

"...oh, alright. Cats."

Birds or Hamsters?

"..."

Red or Blue?

"..."

Yellow or Green?

'Father's favourite... reminded him of her eyes.' he thought to himself.

Black or White?

"I find that, in clothing, it is a rather modest color... white? Ohh, it feels like you want to draw much too many eyes on you by wearing it."

Coffee or Tea?

Truth be told, he enjoyed both drinks. Coffee especially helped him remain awake to work in his laboratory, tea, however... he'd grown fond of it to an emotional extent. Made him think of Eden, he'd always make mint and ginger tea.

Ice Cream or Cake?

"I dislike frozen treats."

Fruits or Vegetables?

"..."

Sandwich or Soup?

"A quick feast."

Magic or Melee?

"What do you take me for? Some kind of barbarian?"

Bold of you to assume this Victorian gentleman would dare put himself in something so gauche as a brawl. Dr. Kraus, of all people.

Sword or Bow?

Again, a choice where he did use or enjoy both things, but he personally preferred keeping a distance from threats. Besides, his aim was rather good.

Summer or Winter?

"Not for the weather like most would say, mind you.

Assuming you know my position, the season is simply less... unruly. Though Sün's power grows and expands, which is also a predicament; his cults reunite in a single place and it is easier to keep track of their whereabouts. And there are less winterbeings roaming about in the waking world."

Spring or Autumn?

"Spring is the most detestable time of year. Allergies flare up, faefolk begin to surface, and most unpleasant of all, is that καταραμένος ( kataraménos ; ' cursed ' ) Spring Spirit.

One of the many things that stain this planet, a vile, treacherous fiend. " he gritted his teeth.

The Past or The Future?

While he wished he could go back in the past oftem, he knew that mourning not having made better choices would be all for naught. Besides... despite being cursed to live eternally and beind bonded to a filthy, furry beast, there were few things he cherished through all the suffering: being reunited with his best friend, his beloved violin, his home, the wonders of nature... they were little things, but they were worth it. Worth living for right now.

"Neither. The future does not exist, the past is but a thought."

#get out of my sight ( freddy ) #scientific madness ( freddy aesthetic ) #look at us ( mun art ) #roots from the past ( oc info/backstory ) #suicide tw #implied child abuse tw #gore tw #HE HAS FINALLY BEEN UPDATED #RAHHHHHHH /pos

[deceivesthem]

❛  it's totally natural you feel this way.  ❜

"i don't think you understand how i feel," Oliver says, words slightly scorned. he doesn't wish to be perceived and he hates that Sam looks at him and seems to just know how he feels. it's devastating. he looks away, digging his nails into the skin of his palms as he curls his fingers inwards. there's a small twitch of his eye, like he can't believe he's being looked at without hatred---like he can't believe someone finds him worthy of their attention. it bothers him. makes him want to curl into a ball and die. "why do you think i feel this way?" he asks finally after a moment of silence. eyes are back on Sam now, gazing at him with an uncertain look on his face, like he can't decide what emotion to portray. "is it because my stepfather hit me or is it because i killed him?"

@ruinedmyself

#ruinedmyself #( * the devil pays his due // answered. ) #implied child abuse tw #man... Sam really gets my muses feeling A LOT huh