#past child abuse cw

[spicywhumper]

febuwhump '24: 18. too weak to move + whump bingo: self-harm

series: crimson history / rating: teen and up audiences

trigger/content warning: past child physical & sexual abuse, accidental self-harm, blood and mild suicide ideation

Jessica’ not sure if anyone believes her when she says that sometimes she’s too tired to even move. At least, in the coven she had the excuse of spending hours and hours training. Daily six, seven, eight hours of training – mostly physical,  and magical, but so much of it was just her reading scrolls and books for hours and trying to make sense of runes so old that she doubts they still hold any value nowadays.

But in the Crawford Mansion? The longest day has not even four hours of training. A quarter is physical or magical training, the majority is her helping Head Magician Crawford. There’s nothing exhausting about cutting herbs and smashing dubious-looking bugs.

She tired anyways.

Today she extremely tired.

Head Magician Crawford says it’s ok if Jessica wants, or needs, to talk to her at any time. She says it does includes non-conventional hours such as in the middle of  the night. Jessica heard her whispering to Sub-Head Greenwood that she has seen traumatized children before – the Sub-Head herself was one o these, and it’s good for them to have someone to talk to at any times. Even more after they have vivid nightmares of things related to their traumas.

Jessica has way too many of those, if you ask her. Almost in a daily basis, it’s fucking annoying. 

Like tonight. 

Another explicit one, tied to the bed of mother’s private chambers, arms ted to the headboard, legs forced open by a spreader bar that she probably had the strength to break with ease. But the Dog was obedient. The Dog stayed there, naked and exposed. Body covered in bruises and cuts from the latest mission, a particularly nasty bruising on Its left side, pretty sure there’s a cracked rib, or five. Breathing hurts, it’s more bothersome with the muzzle still firmly in place despite the lack of other pieces of clothing.

Joan punched the bruises ribs, only three times, and actual weak punches. But still makes the Dog almost flinch, already sensitive and exhausted. She straddles the Dog’s waist, always does something like at least hump on some part of It.

It’s filthy, feels filthier than anything else she does.

It makes Jessica wake up dry heaving – she didn’t have appetite all day, barely able to take Head Magician Crawford’s offered sweet-ish nutrition potions and supplement pills, even that was hard. Even water barely went down her throat and stayed on her stomach. She doesn’t know what’s making her sick she thinks it ‘s the shift from a rigid routine to this loose, empty one.

She dry heaves, but nothing comes out, even if she tastes stomach acid on the back of he throat.

Her arms sting and she groans.

Jessica’s not sure why her body does that. She knows she has excess magic, her Core had been trained to produce stupid large amounts of it. Not only because of how much magic she needed for her actual magical training, but also because of how much it needed to keep her functional. To keep her  from needing a team of healers making sure she’s not walking around with internal bleeding and fifty different broke bones from how brutal Joan is most of the das.

Most wizards bleed off their magic willingly, there are cool down spells – spells she was never taught for obvious reasons. So her body cuts itself. She did it a few times, pretending it’s bloody runes training when she wasn’t casting any spell. When she wanted to make neat lines on her stomach and thighs, wrists and forearms, after seeing a peer with scars. A peer that killed himself a month later, Jessica experimented the same day, something on her asking if she also can get rid of herself the way he did.

Even considering what she was, she’s not sure she can climb the highest towed and jump. (she still imagines her mangles body, head splattered on the stone. Skin bloodied and with the regular bruises from Joan’s hands.)

She enjoyed the controlled pain.

Joan bashed her face into the wall when she saw the mostly healed cuts.

Her body still registered. And now that she has excess magic, it reopens those same neat lines from fours years ago (what were you dong? She can imagine Head Magician Crawford, with that too-gentle, too-worried, too-genuine face, hurting yourself like that at twelve?)

(She wonders what the Head Magician Crawford would say if she knew how dirty, used and damaged Jessica is).

Apparently, she has too much magic, the cuts are deeper than they ever wore. Her nightshirt is soaked through, more red than light grey. The sheets too, she things the mattress is strained too. There’s a small pool on the floor, where her arms is dangling like it always is when she sleeps deeply enough.

She’s making a fucking mess.

Her head spins, she feels cold and there’s dread on the pit of her stomach.

A familiar sensation: some significant blood loss.

She’s so, so tired. So weak. She closes her eyes, just wants to let the numbness, the darkness take her. She won’ t fight when Lady Death come collect her, not when she can’t move, or think too much. She knows, in the back of her mind, that a being like her can’t loose that much blood, not when its even more vita to her than it is to humans.

She just grins with the idea that her own body decided to take the bait, to be brave enough to let her finally die. Let her go, like she ash  wanted for so long now.

It’s a shame she didn’t manage to write a note, at least an apology for the accidental bloodshed on the guest’s bedroom (guest. She ignores her name engraved in a plaque that Head Magician Crawford put in there this afternoon).

She thinks of Jennifer, if she’s fine, stuck there. Choosing to stay behind and try to make sure soldiers wouldn’t come after her.

She wants to write a note to her, apologize for being so fucked up that they never stood a chance to be happy.

But Jessica, for all her resilience and all her strength, can’t do much more than wait for Lady Death in a unsettling silence – one cut through with the drip, drip, drip of her blood.

#febuwhump 2024 #febuwhumpday18 #whump bingo #whump #whump community #whump blog #whumpblr #lady whump #whump writing #blood cw #past csa cw #past child abuse cw #self-harm cw

[thedeafprophet]

Truly, Fires would probably 'deal with' Alex's father, if he hadn't already beaten it to it lmao

#something something with the way fires doesnt care about the suffering of general Human Children but the way it would have been. #So Angered to learn about Alex's past and anyone have hurting him #succccch a complex situation #i dont think its a topic ill ever fully explore given the sensitivity of it. but man #(i feel like its been made Obvious but. Alex's dad was uhhh not great. abusive in his grief) #(and also later died in a ~mysterious house fire~ when Alex was like 8. vague on if alex caused the fire or not. he was so young ) #(yes im dramatic with backstories it fits the setting and character leave me be ahsdffkfkggkhkh) #alex and fires #death cw #past child abuse cw #oc talk #oc: alex

[maybebabyplease]

a little remus and sirius rescue harry from the dursleys for the @wolfstarmicrofic prompt:

hang out space

Remus and Sirius are frantic when Harry disappears. When they find him, sadness and guilt cut through their relief. He’s curled up in his closet on a pile of pillows and blankets, holding a flashlight and a picture book, his fingers and mouth moving as he reads the words. Harry, startled to see them, tries to hide his book under a pillow.

Remus shoots Sirius a look. Sirius crouches down, puts a hand out like you might for a scared puppy. Harry shrinks away, at first, but after a minute, he puts his tiny hand in Sirius’. 

���Come on, Harry,” says Sirius, holding their hands tightly together. “Let’s make a blanket fort, yeah? Moony will help.” 

Harry smiles, small, and starts gathering up pillows. The three of them transform Harry’s bedroom into a giant blanket fort, and Remus spells little lights to float throughout. 

Harry plops down, tired but happy. “I can play here?” he asks, looking up at Remus.

Remus’ heart squeezes. “Yes, Harry. This is your space.”

Tilting his head, Harry thinks for a minute. “My hang out space?” he asks, worrying at the skin on his thumb.

“All yours,” says Sirius. He sits down next to Harry and wraps an arm around him. “But we’ll stay here with you as long as you like.”

Harry looks up at him, eyes wide. “Forever?”

“Yeah, peanut,” says Remus, messing up Harry’s hair. “All three of us, forever.”

#wolfstar raising harry #wolfstar microfic #sirius black #remus lupin #harry potter #wolfstar #cw: reference to past child abuse #blah blah blah sappy sappy sappy #i just wanna see remus as a dad #i feel like he'd be such a fun dad #so kind and understanding! #and harry deserves that #em goes micro

[imtrashraccoon]

This one was a bit tricky to write and it's a bit rougher in places than I'd prefer, but I wanted to get it out on time. My sister helped me with the basic idea as I would've gone with a more convoluted idea instead lol.

CW: Reference to implied child abuse in the past but nothing explicit.

@scrambledmeggys

First Day, Previous Day, & Next Day.

Day 13: First Fight

The moment Papyrus stepped inside the house after work, you instantly knew he was in a bad mood. Besides the stony look on his face, the way he harshly shut the door behind him and didn't bother to greet either you or Frisk like he usually did, proved without a shadow of a doubt that something bad had happened at work.

Frisk seemed to notice as well and when they glanced at you for reassurance, you didn't miss the anxiety that flickered through their eyes. You pulled them into your lap and hugged them tightly.

"Let's give Papyrus some space for a little while, okay?" you whispered in their ear. "He probably just had a bad day."

They nodded silently and you both returned to the book you'd been reading together.

Several minutes passed before you heard Sans come home. He teleported inside the living room like he usually did and greeted both you and Frisk. You smiled slightly and murmured a "Hello" before he went upstairs to his room.

"hey bro, did someone manage to get under your skin or somethin'...?" you heard him ask.

Papyrus slammed a door which caused you to jump slightly. "Numskull..." he growled. "Are You So Blind That You Cannot See I Am In No Mood To Deal With Your Idiocy?"

Sans scoffed, "i just asked a simple question. 's not my fault you're too dense to comprehend it..."

You glanced up at the balcony at this point, both the brother's raised voices were quickly becoming too much to continue ignoring. With a sigh, you scooped Frisk up and moved into the kitchen. Setting them at the table, you held them close and whispered soft words of affirmation.

The brothers continued to bicker, each comment becoming more bitter as they seemed to grow more irritated. You hadn't witnessed them get this frustrated with each other for the whole time you'd been staying with them - just over two months at this point. Sure, they occasionally made snide comments directed towards each other but you figured that was just how they were and that they didn't actually hate each other.

You could see their argument was stressing Frisk out quite a bit and the longer it went on, the greater the urge to do something about it grew. You were normally a pretty non-confrontational person but seeing how anxious Frisk was becoming, it was almost like something snapped deep down inside.

With a sigh, you squeezed Frisk slightly closer. "I'm going to get them to calm down, okay?" you whispered.

Frisk glanced sharply at you and with great effort, managed to sign what they were thinking. "Be careful... I don't want you to get hurt."

"They won't hurt me, Frisk," you said, trying to reassure them further. Spotting Doomfanger over by her food bowls, you got an idea. "See how relaxed Doomfanger is? Why don't you cuddle with her for a little bit? I promise this won't take long."

Frisk seemed to relax slightly as they watched the fluffy cat. They slowly nodded, "Okay..."

You set them down near Doomfanger and after making sure both Frisk and the cat were alright, took a deep breath and prepared for what would surely be a rough encounter.

Maybe this was a foolish decision, but ever since you'd become friends with Frisk, if anyone did anything to upset them, it was enough to stir up some sort of primal rage inside you. They had put up with enough already and you'd be damned if you let anyone make them upset or afraid again.

"And Another Thing, Where Do You Get The Audacity To Act Like You Care So Much? Last I Checked, I Am The Only One Who Keeps You From Getting Dusted Because You Cannot Seem To Get Off Your Coccyx And Do Things For Yourself!"

Sans said nothing and yet you could feel the tense energy in the air change. The room seemed to grow frigid and almost charged, causing the air on your neck to stand up. Glancing up at the balcony, your eyes widened as you realized why.

Sans and Papyrus were staring each other down and red magic was flickering from their eye sockets, as if they were just waiting for the other to make a move. Realizing this situation had escalated further than you'd first thought it had, you hesitated for a moment but still felt the urge to do something.

After a moment, Sans huffed and released his magic. "i don't need to put up with this," he grumbled and pulled his hood over his skull. "i'll be at grillby's if you cool down anytime soon, not that you care..." He disappeared before Papyrus could retort.

Papyrus stared at the spot Sans had been standing in for a few seconds before letting out a heavy sigh and releasing his magic as well.

Against your better judgement, you said the first thing on your mind. "How dare you? How dare you say all those hurtful things about him? He's your only brother and that is how you treat him?!" Your voice was calm at first but increased in volume slightly as you spoke.

Papyrus said nothing and only turned to look at you coldly.

You clenched your fists as the sheer apathy coming off of him only served to frustrate you further. You slowly climbed the stairs until you were standing in front of him. While you were trying to remain calm on the outside, inside you were still seething.

"Does he mean nothing to you?! He clearly was concerned, not trying to antagonize you! What gives you the right to speak like that about your own family?!"

Papyrus continued to remain silent as you scolded him. You were so angry that you didn't register how uncharacteristic it was for him to remain this deathly quiet. By the time you'd run out of words to say, it finally dawned on you how bad of a decision confronting him was. You fell silent and only then did Papyrus finally speak, although his tone was much icier than how he'd ever spoken to you before.

"Are You Done?" he asked quietly.

You took a few steps away from him, all anger dissipating as you realized how badly you'd messed this up. The plan had been to diffuse things calmly, not rake the coals and spark another argument.

Papyrus took a steadying breath and tightly clenched his fists. He made no movement towards you at least, but you could see how desperately he was trying to remain calm.

"Look, I Mind My Business So You Should Mind Yours," he stated and turned towards his bedroom door. "Just Leave Me Alone..."

His comment caused a brief spark of anger to flicker up but rather than retort, you glared at the back of his skull. As soon as he'd entered his room, you returned to the kitchen to check on Frisk.

They'd apparently picked up Doomfanger and had been cuddling them like you'd suggested. When they looked up at you with concern though, you immediately felt regret.

Sitting next to them, you pulled them into a hug. "I'm sorry..." you murmured against their fluffy hair.

< ~ - . - ~ >

You didn't see either Papyrus or Sans for the rest of the day. So instead of focusing on what had happened, you focused on comforting Frisk and helping them feel better. Whether they knew what the argument had been about or not, you weren't sure, but you couldn't let them become disheartened.

Sometime in the early morning, you woke to a light on in the kitchen and a quiet conversation going on. You couldn't seem to fall asleep again and so you laid there for a while, just holding onto Frisk and listening to what was going on.

You soon figured out that Sans and Papyrus were talking and while you couldn't hear everything they were saying, it seemed like they were talking about what happened. It made you feel some relief that things could work out.

You laid there for several hours, drifting in and out of sleep. At some point, you woke up again to find the light still on but unable to hear any more talking. In your half awake state, you assumed one of them had forgotten to turn it off and drowsily got up.

After carefully prying Frisk's arms from your body and sliding a cushion into their grasp, you stood up and wandered into the kitchen. You immediately noticed two things, one, the light by the stove was the only one on, and two, Papyrus was sitting at the kitchen table with his skull resting in his hands. He looked up when you entered and for a moment, you both just looked at each other.

You finally broke the silence. "I'm sorry for getting upset earlier...and for butting in," you murmured. You weren't sorry for what you'd said as you still believed you were right, but even you could admit that you could've gone about the conversation differently.

When Papyrus didn't respond and just continued to look at you silently, you turned to leave. He could still be upset and you'd rather leave him alone if he was.

He grabbed your shoulder and stopped you though. You turned to look at him quizzically and for a moment he seemed unsure of what to say.

"I Am Sorry For Getting So Angry and I Am Also Sorry For Scaring You Like That," he finally said.

You nodded, "I forgive you, Papyrus."

For a moment you both stood there in the kitchen but then Papyrus pulled you into a hug, which you reciprocated.

"We should probably focus on communicating better in the future, huh?"

"Definitely, I Will Also Try Working On Being More Patient," Papyrus responded.

You smiled slightly, "That's a good idea. Going forward, I'll try to be more mindful of how I say things too."

#selfshipufpap #cw: implied past child abuse #underfell #undertale #underfell papyrus x reader #reader #underfell papyrus #named oc #the hand we've been dealt #thwbd #alternate universe #raccoons drabbles

[houseofpurplestars]

Some Lobo angst for the Past prompt. An excerpt from one of my Drac/Teddy (smut) fics 😈

Teddy was thirteen when he saw his mother's eight-year-old adopted daughter covered in blood for the first time.

"Teddy?" His father called to him from down the hall, but he barely heard it.

All Teddy heard was Mandy's giggles and his mother's predatory laugh. All he could see was the two of them, a perfect pair, framed by the doorway, smiling. Right there, in the same building, and yet, deeply embedded in a world he would simply never be a part of.

"Good work, Mandy! You're a natural." Bellafrancesca purred, stroking the girl's hair. Another giggle, and a splash of blood painted Mandy's face. She grinned from ear to ear.

Bellafrancesca had always told Teddy that he wouldn't be able to understand the importance of her work. She said men could never understand, they had no connection to divine suffering. They never experienced true pain, and therefore, could never understand how to inflict pain upon others effectively. Men, she always said, were weak.

"Tedward." His father put his hand on Teddy's shoulder and the boy startled. "That's your mother's work. Come on, son. We have a busy day."

Teddy still felt frozen, but he shuffled his feet alongside his father. Screams and laughter echoed through the basement as they made their way to the stairs.

*

At fifteen, Teddy got his first tattoo in a coke dealer's basement. He could have had the best of everything. At a word, his father would have arranged a world-renowned artist in a high rise studio. But that wasn't the point. Teddy was relieved, honestly, that it was just him and some almost-stranger, in a dank basement where he could cry and scream. He thought about Mandy, and how she would have laughed at him.

After the first, the rest became easier. He'd get a new one before the last had even healed, transforming his body into a scabbed-over canvas. They got better each time, and so did he. Soon he longed for the rush of the tiny machine that sent vibrations through his bones. Soon it became a spiritual experience. Soon, it became an escape.

The first time his mother hit him- on his eighteenth birthday- he'd already begun to enjoy pain.

*

At twenty-three, after Teddy had survived the front lines of his first turf war, his father's men took him drinking. It was everything he'd ever wanted. He felt like a king.

Bloodied, sore, high on amphetamines, adrenaline, and alcohol. He had earned a measure of respect. The men who fought beside him would be his forever now.

Teddy Lobo would spend the next decade leaning on that victory. It was enough to win his father's respect; his father expected him to be a soldier. What his mother wanted was something else entirely

#renfield #renfield anniversary #prompt: past #teddy lobo #cw child abuse

[mattodore]

the echthroi protagonists on the set of barbie

#river dipping #theodore doe #matthias evanoff #echthroi #oc extras #i didn't feel like doing any of my other ocs bc there just aren't enough colors for the full lot (but still missing three lmao) but okay so #imani: this barbie is living in a plastic house #romeo: this ken is collecting roses #sehyuk: this ken is carving his name in flesh #dutchie: this ken is circling the drain #alessandria: this doll is tending to too many wounds #delphi: this barbie is stomaching bone #dionte: this ken is digging claws into dirt #nicholas: this ken is fading in and out of the light #............................... romeo fr the only oc in here having a good time i'm gkjfdhnfjghndfkjghn #!! cw for vague mentions of abuse and drugs and like... a lot trauma in these tags past this point bc i'm talking abt my ocs !! #we got fuckin uhhhhhh neglected child aching for affection grows up craving any kind of touch even a welt abusing substances and himself #vs. barely there boy nearly human enough for love but missing the mark and growing up detached wild too apart from anything to feel alive #vs. eldest daughter discarded for only son unable to break free from kinship and find herself and a life apart from the plastic #vs. murderer drug dealer crime lord born to a cold family then sent away and abandoned out of shame #vs. recovering catholic suffering guilt and violent urges toeing the line of morality and seeking acceptance #vs. werewolf never meant to lead suddenly having their entire family ripped from them and struggling with power and isolation and grief #vs. woman who spent her whole life being used and hurt and silenced growing claws and teeth to strike back and maim and feast #vs. lost boy in a foreign land mourning the loss of his mother has humanity ripped from him and is forever altered from failed shifting #vs. protective volatile arsonist orphan older brother figure whose entire story arc is [redacted] #vs..................... romeo the hopeless romantic like it's kjdnhkjfnghk #maybe it's just bc romeo is a new oc and i haven't had the time to really sink into him but i kinda like that about him #dutchie was originally supposed to be the untouched by history oc but then i made him catholic and well. that turned around pretty quickly #i fully blame his pinterest board for that like you add one cross image in a board and suddenly every pin you get recommended after is like #hey what if you fucked this guy up a bit? and who was i to argue with that? ...................also i just reached tag limit LMAOOOOOOOO

[fifiophobia]

If Nightstar got her own comic storyline, I hope DC explores transgenerational trauma with her.

⚠️ Content warning for parental abuse

Section 1: Her Parents and Gramps

Koriand’r was sold into slavery (some versions she was sold as a child), was experimented on, and is often taken advantaged of due to her kindness.

Dick witnessed both of his parents die, he became a vigilante when he was 10, was physical/mentally/emotionally abused by his adopted father, and he watched Blüdhaven explode.

Bruce watched his parents die, failed to save his son from dying, and struggles with his mental health to the point where all of his relationships have fallen apart at least once.

I’d go on with each member of the Batfam but that would take all day. I picked these three because I feel like these three had the most influence on Mar’i (not to say there wasn’t anyone else who influenced her)

With how these events affected these characters and their relationships, it makes me wonder how it would affect their relationship with Mar’i.

We actually saw Mar’i struggle with her fear of death because of her family’s history with death. Perhaps this could be something to start with.

A trait she shares with Bruce and Dick is obsessive perfectionism because all three of them feel burdened with the task to save everyone. This has resulted in most of Bruce’s relationships to deteriorate, and in Dicks perfectionism. Poor Mar’i would most likely pick up something similar in her life.

Section 2: Breaking the Cycle

Something that isn’t talked about much is how Bruce’s abuse affected Dick and his overall family. If you don’t believe me when I say Bruce abused Dick…

(Unfortunately, Dick isn’t his only victim and Bruce also engages in other types of abuse. Not to mention there are more examples of Bruce hitting Dick and being an overall messy parent and putting Dick through parentification)

Seeing how Bruce’s abuse affected Dick, it makes me wonder how it would affect Mar’i and how he would hurt her. Would he put her through a similar parentification he put Dick through? Or would he do something else

Since Mar’i has some of her moms’ influence, it makes me wonder if she’d put her foot down and confront Bruce about all the terrible stuff she did to the batfam instead of excusing his behavior and blaming herself.

I think she’d be the type to tell Bruce:

“This is why your family doesn’t want to be around you. It’s not because you’re this loner who ended up getting stuck with a bunch of kids against your will, it’s because you’re an emotionally immature coward who takes your pain out on others. How is it you can figure out the biggest mysteries in the world, but you can’t figure out why 10 year olds aren’t good replacements for your parents or therapy!”

I just hope Mar’i breaks the cycle of abuse and perfectionism.

After all, one of Mar’is main motifs (the star) can represent the past, hope for the future, optimism, goals, and our ancestors.

If you have any more suggestions, please let me know.

#nightstar #nightwing #starfire #dickkory #mar’i grayson #batfam #Batman #Bruce Wayne #dick Grayson #koriand'r #kory anders #mar'i grayson #I wish more people would discuss Bruce’s pervasive pattern of abuse and how it affected his kids #because his abuse wasn’t just a one time thing that a bad writer did; it’s a pattern that’s affected how his kids act and cope with tragedy #I also wish there was more discussion on how Kori was affected by her past #and how she’s a true icon for being able to stand up for herself even when she’s scared #what I’m saying is I think there’s a lot of potential for an elseworld comic to explore the dynamic of these four #cw child abuse #side note: imagine what would happen if Batman laid a finger on Mari #that would be terrible for Bruce

[galaxywhump]

You know, I think one of the things that prevent me from working on the next SV-240 chapter is worry that the focus on Wren and Nathaniel's dynamic won't be well-received

#not even in terms of quality #just the theme in general #it's no secret that nathaniel was abusive to wren #and now wren will have to deal with the aftermath of that again #and i guess i'm scared people just won't like this theme #like it's unnecessary or something #i dunno i'm really uncertain of myself when it comes to this arc #cause these past few years i've mostly been writing whump and creepy comfort #and now there's actual recovery #which i don't have much experience writing to be honest #and as always i don't like complaining about specific aspects of my writing #cause it just makes people pay more attention to them #but in this case i just wanted to get this out there #and i'd appreciate y'all's opinions if you have any #in the meantime i'm going to actually work on the next chapter #marti talks #abuse mention #child abuse cw

[thedeafprophet]

i really do think about like. The way the princess talks about being 'raised' in the honey in Reunion and acts of it being a good thing really just fucks me up a little bit because

that was neglect! that was bad! that was active endangerment! that was horrible treatment towards a child! and the implication here is that she was raised that same way

and i dont know if thats geniuenly what she believes. or if its what she came to believe, and has to believe.

idk i have the inclination to go 'ha she was probably really creepy as a child too' but then i think about the actual reality of her growing up and its just. eugh. especially conjected with her adult actions of seeming to not want to be alone in what she is..

obviously none of it comes close to excusing what she does or became, but it paints such a tragic story.

#i have so many thoughts here about like. her. #yes im still annoyed someone called her one dimensional lmao #but i this all really ties into the cycles of abuse stuff here imo #list of fl characters of 'wish i could time travel and take past you away from the scenario' #im not normal about her #the captivating princess #es spoilers #child endangerment cw #infant endangerment cw #child neglect cw #please let me know if i need to be tagging anything else with these posts i am trying my best o7 #ask to tag

[solarisgod]

Despite what some may perceive Micah as with their overly kind and pacific nature, Micah is certainly not the kind of person who would see themself as bad as or more worst than their abusers for doing what could protect themself and their system. They never will, even if part of them does feel guilty because they're often subjected to, both human and Antigodeus, society's associations with them between death and destruction, and the murder of their last foster family " validated " those associations. Micah may not wish to murder ( bad ) people anymore because they don't want to face such intensity as the past incident while they dread they will lose more of themself anyway in their own doings of kills, but they will never be the one to disapprove the idea of murder against abusers. While Phobos and Philos are much more inclined to help out carry the kill in any ways, Micah would want nothing to do with it, yet at least just understand completely as their silent approval is given. One will never get any disapproval or disappointment from Micah for doing what is thought to be best in order to be free from this ruthless cycle, and if needed to, Micah would be more than content to remind them that they're still a good person.

#ABUSE CW #CHILD ABUSE CW #MURDER CW #/// #// #/ #𓁹 ༑ ࿐ྂ ⩇⩇ : ⩇⩇ ⚠︎ [ 𝙴𝚇𝙸(𝚂)𝚃 : 𝙶𝙾𝙳 ] * ‹ STUDY . › #𓁹 ༑ ࿐ྂ ⩇⩇ : ⩇⩇ ⚠︎ [ 𝙴𝚇𝙸(𝚂)𝚃 : 𝙶𝙾𝙳 ] * ‹ MICAH . › #[ no one will take Micah away from me placing them in that kind of mindset ] #[ where they would see themself as bad as their abusers and some shit no way ] #[ as much gentle and loving and peace making Micah is ] #[ they KNOW they were never at the wrong for doing what could finally end the agonizing cycle ] #[ and I think it takes so much strength and self-love to hold that belief in the end that they are a good person still ] #[ even after everything ] #[ it's one of the things I love about Micah so much ] #[ they would try to understand themself and forgive themself and love themself just as much ] #[ and whatever happened that they were responsible of in the past ; they firmly believe there's a good reason ] #[ and they would never let anyone make them feel and think otherwise ]

[nobuverse]

Misato Headcanon: The Mother,  Matsui Jun. ( Part 1 )

Jun is, in the larger scheme of things, an unremarkable figure in the town of Okaki. She is, in every way, what one could expect out of a woman in her family. As a town which stubbornly holds onto the idea of arranged marriages for the sake of furthering alliances between businesses rather than what were once kingdoms. 

She did everything that was expected of her as a pretty, graceful and obedient girl. She tried desperately to be accepted and loved by a husband that saw her as little else than a mere tool, somehow believing that she could earn the affection she’d been promised by being the perfect wife. But nothing she seemed to do was worthy of heartfelt praise - not even when she proved her creative intelligence by helping to redesign so many of the Sanada Work’s ‘products’ to a Japanese audience. 

In trying to make sense of what she was doing wrong, she began to convince herself that producing a proper heir to the business would be what she needed to do in order to prove useful enough to him for him to love her.

But things went wrong. Instead of producing a happy, healthy child on her expected date, she went into preterm labor almost a month before she was due. Though not a death sentence for the child on its own, the nature of her complications were rather extreme. She suffered heavy blood loss which could not be controlled - leading to an emergency hysterectomy , thereby preventing her from having any more children in the future.

It was from that day that the resentment started to grow for her own child, who had shattered her dreams, her vision of the perfect child. She felt detached as she watched her from the incubator, the representation of her own failure as a mother.

The situation would only get worse with the coming years as well, as she found Misato’s ‘rebellious’ and ‘ungrateful’ attitude to be an insult to everything she had dutifully endured up to that point. Who was this ungrateful brat to complain? To want something beyond what she already had when she lived in more riches than most people would ever seen in their lifetimes? Any success that Misato met by going against tradition was bitter to witness, Jun feeling that a person such as this should not be able to succeed. 

As she got older, Misato came to learn it was best completely ignoring this biological mother of hers, who drowned her hate and self resentment in wine and sake. A broken woman who never dared to dream for herself. An envious stranger she was forced to share a home with.

#im gonna have to re-write a lot of misato's lore and hcs #to be specific to the fate world rather than her own #but a few I can keep #like this one #copy / pasted from lovelornings #and ill add the fate specific stuff in another post #because its already really long #headcanons #child abuse cw #ask to tag //

[teamdilf]

Sabina speaks to Adrien about Tarquin, and tries to convince him to reach out to his son to clear things up in the next chapter of Practice Child.

“I had my monthly medical check today and I am officially too stressed out for my own well being. What ever could be causing that?” Adrien says, voice dripping with sarcasm.

Work is hard on him, but she suspects the situation with Tarquin is contributing more than Adrien thinks. “Their recommendation?”

“A councillor is going to stop by once a week for a month because I’m sure trying to figure out how I can talk to a therapist about classified Hierarchy matters will ease my strain!”

“Adrien,” she says softly, and he sighs and settles himself down. “Have you considered that the distance and strife between you and Tarquin is pushing you over the edge? I think you need to call him and ask to meet to chat about things. Offer to take him on a trip wherever he’d like and clear the air. Once you know things between the two of you are in a more positive place, you’ll be better able to cope with the shit you’re dealing with at work.”

“Tarquin is enjoying a sense of freedom he has never had before now. He lives on his own, and is free of many of the responsibilities he would have here at home, and is doing work he enjoys. He’s made clear that he wants distance and I do not think it would be helpful for our relationship to push him to speak to me. I respect his boundaries, even if I do not like them.”

There’s respecting boundaries and there’s refusing to initiate a tough but necessary talk. Adrien is the latter in this instance and he’s unable to see it.

#mass effect fanfiction #j's fics #adrien victus #Tarquin Victus #Sabina Victus #Practice Child #CW: ableism #CW: past child abuse

[the-haunted-office]

‘what doesn’t kill you…' 

@katsuko-rp-blog

Send me    ‘what doesn’t kill you…'     and my muse will talk about a difficult experience in their life that they learned a valuable lesson from.

"Parents and authority figures do not always have your best interests at heart. They can be as selfish as anybody else."

"I already knew I couldn't trust my father, but I thought I could trust my mother. She would stand there and do nothing when my father verbally and sometimes physically abused me, and when I asked her why she never stood up for me, she told me it's because one day I would grow up and leave, but her husband would never leave. Apparently he was more important to her than I was."

#katsuko rp blog #september/432 #cw past child abuse #cw child abuse

[coyote-in-the-mirror]

While at the store with my friend, we saw a little kid running around the aisles. My friend sighed wistfully and said "ah he reminds me of myself when I was younger."

I laughed and said "My parents wouldn't have let me do that they would have beat the shit out of me."

It was only as I spoke that I realized the implications of what I had said.

It's hard for me to remember that I was technically abused as a kid- I guess I don't see it that way. I love my parents and they love me. They stopped abusing me like 8 or so years ago.

But when I saw my friend's eyes widen with shock, I understood how... bad that sounded.

People always have it worse, including my friend, so I always tend to brush aside that aspect of my childhood. It doesn't feel right to call it abuse or to call myself a survivor, if that makes sense.

Just a thought.

#orias snarls #cw abuse #abuse cw #tw child abuse #child abuse tw #not kin stuff #child abuse #parental abuse #oof #if you see this please don't hate or wish ill on my parents I love them to pieces #just venting about the past and how it effects me in the present

[eorzeashan]

my relationship with the sciences is complicated because a lot of my life was spent being abused in order to excel at this subject I wasn't naturally good at bc of how tied it is to high-paying jobs and "respect" in society, so it took me a long time to undo the hatred I had for it and realizing it was more the fault of a hypercapitalist society that prized it above "useless" art. I really do like math and learned to enjoy it in college despite still being not fantastic at it, but it definitely...needs a lot of reform with how it's still seen as the only path to success.

#ooc #it's also sad that a child's worth can be judged based on their grades. #I was actually awful at it but I quickly learned you can become good at anything if you have it beaten into you enough times #cw abuse #you still see this in the archaic medical field today #they purposely bloat the subjects and reqs to weed out the competition bc it's so high paying #just to make it difficult on purpose #and doing so drives people to...well it breaks them. #becoming good at a subject due to being forced at it is something i tend to explore sometimes in my writing too #anything less than an A was punished. #alright that's enough grimdark sorry #once in awhile my past haunts me and i remember these things #it's also so scary how it can all happen so easily and they have no idea.