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Overheard this abusive boy my mom brought into the house trying to punk her. “Who you talking to like that?” He repeated over and over, in her face. Obviously you, dumb cunt. And y’all, this motherfuxker bold. Such bold ass words for a motherfucker living with a woman, instead of the other way around. What happened to all that toxic masculinity??? Shouldn’t the woman be living with you, mr manly man? Mr I throw a temper tantrum every time a woman doesn’t do what I want? BOLD fucking words for a motherfucker who follows my mom around like a lost fucking puppy. BOLD ASS WORDS. for a BITCH who put his son, a mother and her kid’s life in danger just because he can’t handle being drunk. Yeah, she’s talking to you like that, mr I can’t hold my liquor without shooting a gun into a street full of fucking innocent people. But what baffles me the most, is that my mom chose this shit. This fucking boy literally comes from the same bloodline of her past abuser, and my child molester. In fact, i have a sneaking suspicion that their brothers. And she just can’t get enough of being beaten and punked. It sickens me. Shes willing to put her family’s lives on the line because “it’s her house and she does what she wants. And if we don’t like it we can leave.” But bitch you KNOW we have nowhere else to go. If I could leave your stupid, inconsiderate, abuse-seeking ass I WOULD. I’d leave you WITH HIM because at this point, I can’t afford to shelter a grown ass bitch from abuse my whole life. I have my own life to live. Fuck you, you sad excuse of a fucking mother. Suffer.

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Series summary: About five years after the end of Book 3, Anton and the Sons of Earth are back to claim the crown for themselves. This time, they succeed.

Summary: Olivia gives birth. In Cordonia, Anton visits Lythikos and reflects on the festival preparations. 

Warning time: Beep’s Death Count continues. Mental health, mentions of rape, pregnancy loss, trauma

Characters are the property of Pixelberry. I’m just destroying their lives. Love to my boos who helped along the way … 😘

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The baby wasn’t as active as he should have been, and Olivia’s doctor asked Drake to bring her in for monitoring. Drake tucked his phone into his pocket and looked to the living room, where Olivia was resting in her recliner with Lydia and Oona telling her stories about Granny’s farm. Cara and James were on the floor playing with toy trucks and Tabitha was in the kitchen stress cleaning. Bedtime was in an hour, but he knew they had to go.

Tabitha turned her head when Drake came into the kitchen. “What did the doctor say?”

“She needs to go in for monitoring.”

Tabitha’s mouth dropped slightly as the color faded from her face. “What does that mean? Is the baby okay?”

Drake wrapped his arms around her and pressed a kiss to the side of her head. “He isn’t moving as much as he should be, but maybe Olivia isn’t noticing. I’m not sure. The doctor isn’t worried, but they want to do an exam and make sure everything is fine.”

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Headcanon:

Piers has almost laughable aim (half of his depth perception being neutered by a wall of hair doesn’t help), and as such refuses to use firearms. His excuse, however, is that it isn’t “The Spikemuth Way.”

What is The Spikemuth Way is chains, baseball bats with various things driven through them/wrapped around them, knuckles of differing shapes/sizes/pointiness, knives of all kinds, occasionally swords, and improvised explosives. All of these things can be found throughout Piers’s apartment in some fashion (it’s like a level from a beat-’em-up in there), as you might expect.
This also shows that that one cop that hangs around the Spikemuth Pokemon Center is either REALLY bad at his job, or knows that there’s no way he can actually stop anyone in Spikemuth on his lonesome, so he stands around in that one spot all day to look like he’s the one keeping some semblance of order.

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