#tw trafficking

[bruciemilf]

Bruce and Oliver should be insufferable, I think

#bruce wayne #oliver queen #clark kent #dick grayson #stephanie brown #batfamily #batfamily social media #batfam social media au #social media au #dc #dc comics #tw trafficking #just in case

[hypewinter]

Danny gets kidnapped by meta traffickers. This ordinary wouldn't be a big deal had this particular gang hadn't taken an interest in interior decorating with a specific flower. Now he has to protect the other kids to the best of his abilities and hope that a hero comes soon before he dies of blood blossom poisoning.

#dp x dc #dc x dp #dpxdc #dcxdp #hyper prompts #tw trafficking #just in case

[hotpinkhairpick]

hey so i don't see anyone talking abt this (at least on my feed) but diddy is currently being sued for raping and abusing singer cassie.

if it does not affect you, i urge you to read this. her story deserves to be told.

edit: i made a separate post about this, but everyone is reblogging this ver. so i'm gonna put it here.

an interview with diddy's ex, virginia v, has resurfaced due to the lawsuit. in it, she accuses him of abuse as well.

the interview is from 2019. you can read about it here:

tasha k has reuploaded the interview in light of the lawsuit:

however she's recently been exposed as a transphobe, so i've uploaded an alt link to vimeo in case u don't want to watch hers:

please spread the word abt cassie and gina/virginia, these women (along with the rest of diddy's victims) deserve justice.

UPDATE!!

cassie and diddy have settled just a day after she filed the lawsuit:

cassie is 100% valid for settling, i cannot imagine how tiring it would be to go thru the legal proceedings whether or not it was taken to trial.

but it's important that we don't forget. we don't let this die. diddy still needs to be held accountable for everything he's done. that does not go away w forking over 30 ms.

#fuck abusers #bad boy #sean combs #p diddy #diddy #cassie ventura #cassie #tw rape #tw abuse #tw trafficking #tw forced pregnancy #Youtube #Vimeo

[eclipse15]

For sex trafficking survivors

For those who were trafficked in a small, local ring your story matters

For those who were trafficked in a large scale operation your story matters

For those who were first trafficked as a kid/preteen/early teen your story matters

For those who were first trafficked as late teens and adults your story matters

For those who were in a ring that was also a cult your story matters

For those who were in a ring with no religious affiliation your story matters

For those who have a dissociative disorder (DID, OSDD-1 OSDD-2 etc.)due to the extreme trauma you underwent your story matters

For those who don’t have any disorder besides probably (C-)PTSD from your time in the ring your story matters

For those who are receiving help, wether it’s legal or mental, for the abuse you were forced to undergo your story matters

For those who are not currently receiving assistance your story matters

For those who are all alone your story matters

For those who know and interact with other survivors your story matters

For those who are safe and away from the group, your story matters

For those who are still unsafe, and even those currently being trafficked, your story matters

Any other survivors/victims in between or outside of these categories, your story matters

Your story matters

#⛓️ #TW organized abuse #organized abuse #tw trafficking #trafficking #human trafficking #trafficked #tw ramcoa #ramcoa #did alter #did osdd #osddid #hc did #polyfragmented #polyfrag #polyfrag system #actually mentally ill #endos dni

[receivingtranny]

just saw a post saying that men shouldn't be allowed to become therapists because they *will* rape women/girls or at best... mentally ill women and girls *will always* catch inappropriate romantic/sexual feelings for a male therapist (not even gonna touch the flaming pile of internalized misogynistic shit lying within the later statement) and just...

what the fuck you guys.

like yeah fuck the "not all men" attitude that's just a fucking scapegoat abusive men love to say for why they never hold themselves or other men accountable, but actually *genuinely* saying all men will rape and abuse if they became a therapist does nothing to offer solutions that will actually make therapy safe for people.

because i'm sorry but i've had nearly 40 therapists in my life and unfortunately i've had a mix of really harmful experiences from both male and female therapists. the best therapist i had was actually nonbinary. the second and third best were male.

i've had both male/female therapists try to convert me to christianity and say my illness was god punishing me for sinning. i've had female therapists enable my father to continue being sexually/psychologically/physically abusive under the guise of "you're probably just being a dramatic teenage genderfuck" they didn't say genderfuck but they definitely thought my queerness had given some reason for why my dad should be the one to help "get me on the right track".

so i ask you radfem bioessentialists, in your utopia without male therapists, what's your solution for people like myself? multigender/nonbinary people who are seeking therapy, or *gasp* perhaps even schooling to become a therapist? do i get a female therapist because i was AFAB? or no since i identify as a man and have a penis now I must be planning on raping her so i'll need a male therapist. but wait, i'm AFAB and i identify as a woman so he must be planning on raping me. so another multigender AFAB person i'm guessing? wait but if i identify as a woman and a man... and they identify as a woman and a man... who's the one planning on raping the other in this situation? I just wanna make sure I know what to do here, being part man and all, is it in my nature to rape her? or is it his nature to rape me? or do we just rape ourselves all the time since we're both men and women simultaneously.

sorry not to sound like an asshole there at the end with the sarcasm, but like, i was human trafficked for several months and am now severly agoraphobic and even i'm not this terrified that everyone i meet is going to rape me. so idk man. get a grip? have some compassion beyond yourself? some critical thinking skills maybe?

#psa #bigender #multigender #nonbinary #anti radfem #anti bioessentialism #anti truscum #anti terf #anti transmed #anti transandrophobia #tw assault #tw abuse #tw rape #tw sex assault #tw trafficking #transandrophobia #transphobes

[optimisticaudience]

Sound of Freedom, Operation Underground Railroad, and Tim Ballard are frauds who hurt the people who fight actual human trafficking.

Talk to anyone who fights real trafficking, they will tell you what is wrong with Ballard. To start with, he used to fight child sexual exploitation as a federal agent but he quit to act as a vigilante. Here is the short version of how OUR works: they go into a foreign country and throw money around until a pimp approaches them. They then tell the pimp they want children, and ask the pimp to bring kids to a secondary location. Then they call the cops, have the police arrest the pimps, streams the arrest on FaceTime for a high tier donor, and then go home. If you don’t get what’s wrong with this let me explain: OUR raises the demand for child sex slaves. A mommy blogger who Ballard brought along wrote an entire article about her experience. He says his team is all sorts of CIA agents and SEALs, but apparently moms from Utah are more reflective. It turns out some of the kids were trafficked for the first time FOR Ballard. He waved money and encouraged that trafficking. Afterwards, he left the country with a handshake promise that the kids would be cared for by the police. He will say the kids got aftercare, but evidence says otherwise.

But maybe that’s not enough for you?

He hired a psychic in Utah to tell him where a child was in the Dominican Republic. He flew a team as well as that child’s father down to the town the psychic indicated and found nothing other than locals scared of the American paramilitary vigilantes who were asking for children.

He and a sister organization said they were evacuating people from Afghanistan. No one has found any evidence to prove that.

He has claimed OUR saved a 12 year old girl from slavery. Then, she was 11. Then it turned out she saved herself a decade ago without his help and they want to get credit for rescuing her.

He claimed to be partnered with American Airlines, who have no idea what he is talking about.

So what actually DOES Ballard do?

He campaigns against drag queens

Promotes Qanon/Wayfair conspiracies

Cast the actor who played Jesus to play himself in his own movie. (The actor actively campaigns on blood libel Q conspiracies)

But beyond all that, just remember the movie isn’t donating to anti trafficking causes. It’s just asking you to buy more tickets to juice the numbers.

Donate to your local shelter. Most trafficking victims are trafficked by loved ones or people close to them. The victims need all the help they can get.

And another thing: People are conflating criticism of this film with apologia for child trafficking. I keep seeing posts say it will “Raise Awareness,” despite it being an incorrect portrayal. If that’s true, then Die Hard is raising awareness about bank robbers.

Here’s an idea: watch or read ANYTHING from real survivors of trafficking.

#tw trafficking #tw abuse #tw sex abuse #tw child abuse #sound of freedom #operation Underground Railroad #Tim Ballard #jim caviezel #tw antisemitism #bc caviezel is

[granulesofsand]

Hazbin Hotel: Valentino

🗝️🏷️ RAMCOA, perpetration

I spent a few minutes trying to gather what the controversy around Hazbin Hotel entails, and I did not succeed. So I’m going to keep talking about it, because we already watched it and anyone who hasn’t can find video essays that explain far more than the blips of relevance in the show itself.

Valentino. He is actively engaging in trafficking and exploitation of others, and whether he is causing harm is not the question. He is.

It is the manner in which casual viewers cast judgement upon him that stings. Not ‘casual’ as in watching for fun, ‘casual’ as in unaffected by the themes of the media. People who have never been at either end of organized abuse in any capacity.

It comes back to the discussion of what it means when you talk about an archetype rather than a character. Valentino is an interesting character who can be analyzed in combination with techniques such as lighting, music, and motion. Traffickers and exploitative perpetrators are not the same. Traffickers and exploiters are real.

I can tolerate people relating those identities to the character of Valentino — it raises my hackles because I have trauma, not because of the conversation is necessarily offensive.

I don’t like when people take those traits and decide that Valentino is not redeemable or doesn’t deserve redemption, because we don’t know enough about Valentino to grasp how he became the perp he is — instead, people take the base knowledge that OA hurts people and demeans all perpetrators of OA.

We are perpetrators of OA. In our external reality, we were generationally involved in a religious organization that emphasized the spiritual value of harm. We have been tortured repeatedly until our abusers created a new self who would fit the role they needed. We have been hurt this way since we came into this world as a babe, and we have hurt others since we could walk.

That is a world, several worlds, of pain. It was inflicted because it had been so for hundreds of years, and none were capable of ending the cycle. We left, we are alive, because we got very lucky several times over.

And some of those selves — none of us went away after we formed — identify with Valentino. As it stands, the alignment with abusers (beyond immediate coercion) is familiar, and those selves don’t see media reflecting them often.

We are not perpetrating currently. We are in therapy and working together to heal, but it is slow, hard work. It lessens the shame to see what happened to us happened to others, and those selves were not being bad for surviving.

A lot of the ‘evil’ traits Valentino displays are cluster B Personality Disorder traits. People with cluster B PDs often adapted that way through trauma, because that was how they survived.

Giving those selves dignity and respect despite their behavior allows them space to reevaluate whether they still need those behaviors. They have to learn to override the automatic response they relied on for years, and for us they have to do that while dodging training and torture memories designed to keep them in their place.

We are real. Survivors, multiple or singlet, are real. And the only people who get to forgive perpetration are the victims and the perpetrators.

If you were not our victim, your opinion matters far less to us. If you were neither a victim nor a perpetrator, your opinion might as well not exist. It probably shouldn’t, unless you have some lived or learned experience you’re working off.

When you generalize statements about perpetrators, you are going to hit people who were coerced, adapted to survive, or never learned better. That could be the straw that breaks the camel’s back; healing is the worst, sometimes worse than living it the first time, and there are enough barriers without tossing in a poorly thought out comment in the mix.

Valentino exists only in the media and the interpretations of those who consume it. Survivors, including perpetrators, are real. Please try to be more gentle with heavy topics.

#hazbin hotel #valentino #osddid #did osdd #tw trafficking #ramcoa programming #ramcoa #tw ramcoa #traumagenic system #adaptive system #cdd system #ec did #hc did

[yanteetle]

I apologize for not responding or being online anymore, but I'm dropping in to advise you guys to watch the Sound of Freedom movie. It's a powerful story about child s*x traffiking, and I urge anyone who can watch it to please go and see it, as many streaming platforms have denied the movie to be streamed on their services. I know it may be a difficult movie to watch, but please help contribute to making it a box office success, so that more awareness on how the elite can traffic children is spread. I don't have a good explanation for my absence except for depression, and I apologize for that. Nevertheless, please watch this movie if you can, and have a nice day

#yandere rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #yanteetles tellings #yanteetle's #sound of freedom #tw child sa #tw trafficking

[lumiolivierlithium]

So is the Life of a Pirate (1/?)

Series: One Piece

Chapter: 1/?

Word Count: 5019

Rating: T

Pairing(s): Sanji x OC (Reader)

A dalliance six years ago has a funny way of catching up to Sanji when the Straw Hats stop to restock the ship.

a/n: I'm not sure how often I'm going to update this, but I have 4-5 chapters already done, so do what you will with that information. Depends on how well this one does, I guess.

“Come on, Mama!” a little boy cried at his mother’s knee.  His big, blue eyes staring up at her.  His soft, round cheeks cradled in her palm.  His light blonde hair falling in his face, “Please?  They don’t believe me.”

“Who doesn’t believe you, Ash?” his mother asked.  Cordelia was nineteen when she arrived to her island of Beniville Bay.  It wasn’t an easy trip to her new home, but she wouldn’t have asked for it any other way.  Getting to Beniville Bay got her the sweet little angel at her knee.  But only a few years later, her son would be born.  Her world would be turned upside down.

“The other boys,” Ash took Cordelia by her hand and tried to drag her off.

“Ash, I’m working,” Cordelia giggled, holding her post at the tavern, “I’d love to entertain your friends, but if I’m going to do that, you’ll have to bring them here.”

“Ok!” Ash took that as all the permission he needed.  And he bolted from the tavern. 

“You got your hands full with that one, Cordelia,” the owner of the tavern sat at the end of the bar, her laughter deep and hoarse.

“I know I do,” Cordelia agreed, slumping over the bar, “But he’s my handful, Nora.”

“What’s he on about anyway?” Nora wondered, “He said something about how the other boys don’t believe him.”

“It’s the same story he begs for,” Cordelia sighed out, “When I was still out there.  Before I settled here.”

“And the argument could still be made you haven’t fully settled,” Nora pointed out, “You always look out to the sea.”

“Because it’s where I belong,” Cordelia confessed, “And in a perfect world, I’d go back to the sea.  But I can’t.  I got Ash to think about now.  I can’t just take him and bring him out to sea.  It’s much safer for him here.”

“I think it’s the other reason,” Nora smiled softly, “You’re waiting for him, aren’t you?”

“Him who?” Cordelia went back to wiping down the bar.  The sooner she could switch her train of thought, the better.

“You know damn well who I’m talking about, girl,” Nora gave her a little nudge, “I may be getting up there in years, but I know that look when I see it.  There’s someone you’re waiting for.  Isn’t there?  And that’s why you’re still here.  In case he ever comes back.”

“Waiting is pointless,” Cordelia wrung out her rag and threw it in the bucket under the bar, “I have other priorities that definitely take precedence over that.”

“Do you remember his name?” Nora nodded to the empty barstool next to her.

“Of course, I do,” Cordelia took her seat, “It was-”

“Mama!” Ash came barreling back into the tavern with two other boys behind him, “Tell them!  Tell them!”

“Ash,” Cordelia held her face in her hands, “Alright, boys.  I know I’m not getting out of this one.  Grab a seat.  I’ll tell you.”

“Ash said you knew pirates!”

“Yeah!  And that you were a pirate!”

“My dad said pirates are bad!”

“Alright, alright,” Cordelia settled them, “You wanted me to tell you my stories, didn’t you?  I can’t do that if you’re still running your mouths.”

“Yes, ma’am.” All three of them were dead silent and listening intently.

“Alright,” Cordelia began, “Now, there’s something you need to understand, boys.  There are bad pirates.  That is one hundred percent true.  Because there were some bad pirates that gave me this…”

Cordelia extended her arm and showed off a burn scar on her wrist.  It was no ordinary burn scar, though.  Ash put his fingers up to it, “What’s that, Mama?”

“It’s a brand, baby,” Cordelia went on, “I’m from a place called the Savinon Isles in the South Blue.  They were peaceful little islands.  And I loved it there.  I grew up there.  But when I was about sixteen, those islands were raided by pirates.  They took everything they could.  Berries, jewels, artifacts, map charts, anything they could get their hands on.  And they even took a few of the girls from my village.  Including me.  And they made sure we knew who they belonged to.  So, they burned that mark into my skin.”

“Did it hurt?” one of the boys asked.

“It was the worst pain I ever felt until Ash was born,” Cordelia admitted, “But I had to stay strong.  I couldn’t scream.  I couldn’t cry.  I couldn’t even change my facial expression.  I just had to wince through it.  And it was unbearable…Maybe this isn’t a good story to be telling you three.”

“Come on, Mama!” Ash pleaded.

“We can handle it, Miss Cordelia!”

“Yeah!  Honest!”

“What happened next?”

Cordelia did her best to ever forget what happened next.  She pretended like it never happened.  But those pirates did things that she would never fully be able to shake.  But that wasn’t the end of her story.  And she knew it.  A little smile crept across her face, “Well, those pirates didn’t know who they picked up on the Savinon Isles.  Because my home wasn’t the only one they ransacked.  Whenever they’d have me on deck, I would look everywhere for any possible escape routes.  Or so they thought.  What I was really doing was counting the crew.  There were fifteen men on that ship.  And there were easily double that of the girls they took.”

“They took other girls?”

“That’s not ok.”

“You’re right,” Cordelia agreed, “It’s not.  People aren’t meant to be cargo.  People are meant to be people.  They’re not supposed to be kept.  But when they’d all go to sleep at night, the other girls and I would talk.  And when we’d talk, we were planning our escape.  But it wasn’t enough for us to escape.  They would pay for their crimes.  And because it’s not like the Marines were going to do anything for us, we had to take those matters into our own hands.  They thought they had us completely broken of our spirits.  And they almost did have a few of them.  But their captain…I had a personal vendetta against him.”

“What’s a vendetta, Mama?” Ash cocked his head.

“It means he and I had problems,” Cordelia explained, “And that the only way they’d be solved was violence, bloodshed.  Trust me, Ash.  He definitely got everything he had coming his way.  But because he thought he had me broken, I didn’t get shackled anymore.  So, I let that go on for a couple nights.  Just so I could somewhat earn his trust.  But then…Then, I lost his trust.  And for a good reason.”

“What’d you do?”

“I radicalized those girls,” Cordelia jumped down from her barstool, “I took one of the crewmen’s swords and one of their guns.  I tiptoed into the captain’s cabin while he was sleeping.  I patted him down for any weapons he might have had on him and made sure I took any of the others away.  And I put that gun to his forehead and cocked it.  I was ready to pull the trigger and end him right then and there, but we were miles out in the ocean.  We needed to get to shore.  When he woke up and realized the predicament he was in and that all the other girls were in on it, too, he called the crew on deck.  And I ran that ship all the way to shore.”

“And what about the captain?  What’d you do to him?”

“What any good person would’ve done,” Cordelia shrugged, “I let him go.”

“WHAT?!”

“Mama,” Ash gasped, “After everything he did, after how much he hurt you, you just let him go?”

“I’m no killer, Ash,” Cordelia assured him, “I couldn’t do it.  I couldn’t pull the trigger.  But he didn’t know that.  What I could do, though, was that the second I heard one of the girls call land, I had the original crew of the ship lined up at the plank and I watched each and every one of them jump into the water.  I’m not sure how many survived after that, but I know the captain sunk all the way to the bottom.  I made sure of that.  He had rocks in his pockets.  There’s no telling how many the sea claimed that night.  But the girls and I…Oh, did we celebrate that night.  And into the morning.  And into the next night.  And we were all miserable for a week after that.  We docked and restocked the ship before they were all reunited with their families.”

“But what about you, Mama?  Did you go home, too?”

Cordelia could feel a blow to the heart she didn’t need.  But she still pushed forward, “I didn’t have a home to go back to.  When my village was ransacked, they left it in flames.  So, I was on my own.  Those girls were the only family I had left.  But I was alright.  My notoriety for taking on an entire pirate crew didn’t go unnoticed.  I even got stopped by a Marine vessel.”

“The Marines stopped you?!”

“That’s right,” Cordelia nodded, “The Marines stopped me.  Because I didn’t change my jolly roger.  I needed other pirates to know my ship wasn’t to be messed with.  Because seeing his flags…Then, only seeing me on board…That sent a message.  And even the Marines realized that.  They boarded and searched what was now my ship because they didn’t believe me when I said I was the only one on it.  They told me the former captain had a bounty on his head.  I told them his head was at the bottom of the ocean for trafficking.  They told me it wasn’t my place to give his execution and I should’ve just collected the bounty.  But then, I showed them my brand.  And I looked that Marine captain in the eye and told him it was entirely my place to be his judge, jury, and executioner.  They left me alone after that.  And left me ten million berries for my efforts.  Ten million measly berries for my efforts.”

“Ten million berries can get a girl pretty far on the open sea,” Nora chimed in.

“And it did,” Cordelia sat back down, “That’s when I ended up here.  I made myself comfortable, kept food in my belly and a roof over my head.  And I didn’t trust a pirate after that.”

“But Mama,” Ash flopped over, “You always said we could trust pirates.”

“We can,” Cordelia nodded, “I didn’t say the story was over, did I?”

“You didn’t…”

“There are definitely bad pirates, boys,” Cordelia confirmed, a smile on her face, “That much is true.  But where there are bad pirates, there are also good ones.  There are very good pirates in this world.  And I think I knew the best of the best.”

“What were they called, Miss Cordelia?”

Cordelia couldn’t help it.  Her heart turned into a puddle.  Because only one pirate crew came to mind, “The Straw Hat Pirates.  And I knew all of them.  Although, there were only five when we met.”

“Who were they?”

“Well,” Cordelia laughed to herself, “They were…All something.  They all had their own things going on.  There was Zoro, their swordsman.  He was lucky if he could find his shoes.  But he’d probably get lost finding his way back.  I could’ve given him a compass and a map and he wouldn’t be able to find the bathroom ten feet away.  I also wouldn’t trust him with a bottle of sake.  It’d be gone by morning.  And yet, you could throw a coconut in the air in one piece and by the time it was down on the ground, it’d be cut in eighths.  You don’t take Zoro’s swords away from him.  He won’t hesitate to run someone through if they deserve it.  And there was Usopp.  I have yet to meet someone who’s a better shot than Usopp.  You want someone who could tell a story?  Have Usopp tell you a story.  Because you won’t get a better one.  And there was Nami, their navigator.  I told her about what happened to me on my old ship.  And she told me what happened to her with the last pirate crew she was part of.  We bonded that night.  But the girl had money on her mind.  And I can’t blame her.  And then…Then, there was their captain.”

“Was he like the other captain?” Ash worried, cuddling closer to his mother’s side.

“Oh, no, no, no, sweetheart,” Cordelia could hardly hold herself together, stifling her laughter, “The Straw Hat captain couldn’t have been further from that.  I remember their captain.  He was the worst of all of them.  In fact…Hold on.”

Cordelia went over to the bulletin board they kept in the tavern.  Wanted posters covered it like wallpaper.  Every so often, a bounty hunter would come in and take one, but she knew there had to be one on there.  The one wanted poster she was looking for.  Nora glanced over her shoulder, “Who are you looking for, Cordelia?”

“Hang on…” Cordelia kept scanning them.  Only to find an all too familiar grin sticking out from under one of them.  And she grabbed that wanted poster.  And she slapped it on a nearby table, “I knew I’d find him up there.  That’s him.  Monkey D. Luffy.  I can still hear him introduce himself in my head.  That’s something you can never shake.  My name is Monkey D. Luffy and I’m going to be king of the pirates!  And you know what, boys?  I think he will one day.”

“What makes you say that, Miss Cordelia?”

“Because,” Cordelia took the wanted poster back and rehung it, “He ate all his vegetables.”

“Really?”

“God no,” Cordelia laughed, “I’ve never met someone more carnivorous in my life.  Luffy wouldn’t hurt a fly.  Unless someone hurt one of his friends.  That’s when things would get messy.  Then again, I’ve heard stories about Luffy through the grapevine.  He’d overthrow entire governments if he’s not kept in check.  And with the rest of his crew, it’d be a disaster.  But he had a good heart.  There’s no doubting that.  That’s what made him one of the good pirates.”

“Who’s the other one?” Ash asked.

“What?” Cordelia looked at him strangely, “What do you mean, the other one?  I told you about the whole crew.”

“No, you didn’t,” he shook his head, “You said there were five.  You talked about Zoro, then Usopp, then Nami, then Luffy.  That’s four, Mama.  What about the other one?”

“Oh,” Cordelia let out a little sigh as memories of her encounter with the Straw Hat Pirates flooded her thoughts, “That other one.  Their cook…Their cook was…special.”

“What was his name?” Ash’s eyes only got bigger.  And in those eyes, Cordelia saw…everything.

“Alright, boys,” Cordelia shook it off, “You’ve heard enough.  I’m sure your mothers are looking for you.  And I’m not going to have it be my responsibility when they find you in a place like this.  Ash has an excuse, but you two don’t.”

“Aww…”

“Bye, Miss Cordelia!” And just like that, the boys took off.

“Mama?” Ash knew there was something not right with her.  All they had in life was each other.  The slightest change in Cordelia’s demeanor wouldn’t go unnoticed, “Why wouldn’t you tell us about the other pirate?”

“Don’t worry about it, Ash,” Cordelia brushed him off, “Go in the back and wash up.  I’ll get dinner going for the three of us.”

“That’s awfully sweet of you, Cordelia,” Nora awed, “Thank you.”

“Sure,” Cordelia needed to get her head back on right.  And she could always find her peace in a kitchen. 

But once Ash was in the back, Nora stopped Cordelia from putting her apron on, “You know you’re going to have to tell him some day.”

And with those few words, Cordelia’s heart sank to the floor, “I know.  But it’s not going to be easy, Nora.”

“I know,” Nora took her hand, “But it’s better than lying to the boy.  One day, he’s going to look at the wanted posters and he’s going to see a familiar face.”

“I don’t want to talk about it now,” Cordelia snapped a bit, “And we’re not going to talk about it now.  We’ll just…Let this go.  Just for now.”

“Alright,” Nora dropped it, “But Cordelia…I remember when those Straw Hat Pirates came to town.  They came through this very tavern.”

“I know,” Cordelia felt the heat rising in her cheeks, “How else would I have met them?  I’m just glad Luffy didn’t eat us out of house and home.  Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go make dinner and then, I’m going to take my son home and tuck him into bed.”

“Fine by me.”

Dinner was quiet.  Dinner was a little uncomfortable.  Every time Cordelia looked over at Ash, she could feel another crack splintering off in her heart.  And how the inevitability would soon be upon her.  As much as it’d pain her.  But once the plates were cleared and cleaned, Cordelia brought Ash back to their cozy, two bedroom house just off the square. 

The moment his head hit the pillows, Ash was sleeping like a baby.  However, sleep wouldn’t come as easily for his mother.  Cordelia watched out the window, her stomach in knots and her heart in dire straits.  It wasn’t until she closed her eyes and forced herself to sleep that the ache would stop. 

The next morning, Cordelia was awake bright and early.  And Ash still slept.  She refused to leave him home by himself.  That meant him being lonely.  Cordelia had to go to the market for Nora, so she only had one option.  Carefully, she slipped into Ash’s bedroom and she put a hand on his shoulder.

“Ash…” Cordelia nudged him, “Asher Grey…You need to wake up, baby.  We have places to be.”

Those big, beautiful eyes slowly opened, sparkling in the morning sun, “Where do we have to go, Mama?”

“We need to go take care of some errands in town for Ms. Nora,” Cordelia helped him out of bed, “Why don’t we get you clean and dressed, ok?”

“Ok,” Ash fell into his mother’s shoulder, wanting nothing more than to go back to sleep.  But he knew better.  Slowly, but surely, he pulled himself together and grabbed some clothes out of the trunk at the foot of his bed, “Are these ok, Mama?”

“They’re just fine with me,” Cordelia allowed, “I’m going to go run the water.”

“Ok.”

As Cordelia got Ash all cleaned up (and then, herself), he took her hand and the two went to the market.  All the fresh produce sat nicely in their individual stalls, bright and beautiful.  It wasn’t going to be much.  Only a few vegetables and some eggs for the tavern.  Nora had her meat supplier coming later that afternoon, so it wasn’t like Cordelia needed to pick that up.  However, there was something bright orange that caught Cordelia’s attention.  But it couldn’t have been, she thought to herself. 

Until that bright orange turned her direction, the face of a young woman revealing itself.  And the woman’s eyes grew as they met hers, “Cordelia?”

“Mama,” Ash looked up at her in confusion, “Who’s that?”

“No way,” Cordelia gasped, “Nami!”

“It is you!” the woman’s arms ended up around Cordelia’s shoulders, “It’s been so long!”

“It’s been too long!” Cordelia swallowed the tears bubbling up in her throat.  Because she knew what she’d have to do next. 

“Wait,” Ash looked up at his mother, then back at the woman in front of them, “Is she that Nami?”

“She is,” Cordelia nodded.

“Hi there,” Nami cracked a smile, not sure how to act around a four year old.  She got down to his level, “I’m Nami.  What’s your name?”

“Ash,” he played a little shy, hiding around Cordelia’s leg.

“It’s nice to meet you, Ash,” Nami got back up, “So, what’s his story?  Keeping an eye on one of the neighbor kids, Cordelia?”

“Well,” Cordelia bit her lip, “Not quite.  Could we find somewhere to go talk?”

“Sure,” Nami agreed, “But I’m kind of a mission right now.”

And that got Ash’s attention, “Wow!  You mean, you’re on a real pirate mission right now?”

“It’s not that exciting, kid,” Nami giggled, “Just doing some shopping for the cook on my ship.”

“So…” Cordelia’s heart sunk, “You���re saying the whole crew’s here?”

“Mmhm,” Nami nodded, “In fact, when we needed to restock, I brought us here.”

“Wonderful,” Cordelia winced, “Great.”

“Are you sure about that?” Nami wondered, “Because you might want to tell the rest of your face that.”

“Again,” Cordelia reiterated, “It’s been a while since we last saw each other, Nami.  Come on.  Let’s go talk.  I’m sure the produce can wait.”

And so, Cordelia and Ash took Nami to the square.  Somewhere bright and open where Ash could run around with his friends and where Cordelia and Nami could catch up on things.  The square of the village was always bustling with life.  Plenty of kids for Ash to play with, young couples on the cusp of falling in love.  It was a beautiful place.  And it had been a beautiful place since Cordelia first arrived.

“So,” Nami looked over at the sweet, little boy she ran into at the market, “Ash is your son?”

“Yes, he is,” Cordelia confirmed, “I know.  Hard to believe.  But that’s my baby.  I swear, he turned my life around.”

“I’m sure,” Nami gasped, “That’s bound to happen when you have a freakin’ baby!  Why didn’t you tell us?”

“That’s where it gets a little tricky,” Cordelia gnawed on the inside of her cheek, “Because it’s just Ash and me.”

“What about his dad?” Nami wondered, “Or is that a touchy subject?”

“It’s funny,” Cordelia twiddled her thumbs, “Nami, how old would you figure Ash is?”

“I don’t know,” Nami looked him over, “Probably…Four?  Five?”

“He’s almost five,” Cordelia told her, “And how long would you say it’s been since we last saw each other?”

“It’s definitely been a few years,” Nami started doing the math in her head.

“Would you say about six?”

“Actually,” Nami thought back, “Yeah!  Probably about six.  Give or take a few months.”

“And with that in mind,” Cordelia nudged her along, “What happened the last time you guys rolled through here?”

“Well,” Nami giggled, “You were working at that tavern.”

“Still am.”

“And when we walked in,” she went on, “I remember Luffy practically licking the inside of your fridge clean.”

“He came damn close,” Cordelia laughed, “Yeah.  And what else?”

“Zoro passed out on the floor,” Nami added, “And I had to be the one to carry him because Sanji was nowhere to be found.  You know, Cordelia, come to think of it, you weren’t either.”

“Yeah,” Cordelia’s face settled into a soft smile, “Yeah…I wasn’t.  And neither was he.”

“Oh, Cordelia,” Nami awed with sheer disgust on her face, “Tell me you didn’t…Tell me you didn’t run off with Sanji.  Tell me you didn’t fall for his garbage.”

“Hey,” Cordelia defended, “It’s not all garbage.  I fell for his garbage in the way you feel bad for a puppy left in the rain.”

“And you still wake up in the morning with fleas in your bed and pee in your slippers,” Nami argued, “Come on.  You deserve better than that.”

“Well,” Cordelia glanced out at the square at the sweet little boy she loved more than anything in the world, “After you guys left, I met a man.  Tall, good looking, strong…When he found out I was pregnant, he was over the moon.  He couldn’t wait to be a dad.  But then, my first year with Ash went by and…He took off.  Because Ash didn’t look much like me.  And he didn’t look a thing like him.  So, he knew Ash wasn’t his son.  And it’s been Ash and me ever since.”

“I’m so sorry, Cordelia,” Nami took her hand, “What happened then?”

“I know Ash was way too young to remember this,” Cordelia smiled, “But I needed to clear my head and what better way than taking some time out at sea?”

“You took your one year old out on the boat?” Nami gasped, “That’s pretty ballsy.”

“And it was a hell of a time.  He learned to walk on the deck before he learned to walk on land.  And when he finally walked on land for the first time, it was like he never learned to walk at all.”

“He learned on his sea legs,” Nami teased, “But he seems to be doing alright now.”

“We both are,” Cordelia confirmed, “But you guys being here…That could very well be a disaster.  For everyone involved.”

“Why?”

“Hey, Ash!” Cordelia called out to him, “Come here!”

Ash ran right up to his mother’s knee, “Yeah, Mama?”

“Oh, nothing,” Cordelia pushed his hair out of his face, leaving Nami a bit speechless, “Just making sure you’re doing alright.  We might need to be getting home soon, sweetheart.  I have no doubt we’re going to have company tonight.”

“We’re having company?” Ash wondered, “Who’s coming over?”

“Well, Ash,” Cordelia sat him on her lap, shooting a quick glance at Nami, “How would you feel about having a house full of pirates for dinner?”

“Really?!” Ash squealed, “You mean it, Mama?”

“I’m sure Nami could talk her captain into it,” Cordelia hoped, “Right, Nami?”

“Anywhere that promises to feed our captain,” Nami sighed out, “You know he won’t be able to say no.”

“Yay!” Ash bounced down from Cordelia’s knees, “Our house is going to be full of pirates!”

“Cordelia,” Nami kept her voice down, “You do realize what this means, right?  If I tell everyone we’re coming to your house for dinner…”

“Do not tell them you’re coming to my house,” Cordelia demanded, “Please, Nami.  I already know this is going to be a hard pill to swallow, but don’t tell them it’s my house.  And don’t tell anyone about Ash.”

“I won’t,” Nami swore, “Not a peep.  But I will gladly tell the boys to come by your house.”

“Thank you.”

And just before they parted ways, Nami looked back at Ash.  Then, back to his mother, “Hey, Cordelia?”

“Hmm?” Cordelia grabbed her bags.

“Is it me,” Nami wondered, “or does Ash’s eyebrow kind of…Curl up a little?”

“On his left one?” Cordelia flagged him down, “Yeah.  It does.  You’re not wrong.”

“It’s weird,” Nami grabbed her own bags, “Because I know someone else who’s got the same thing.”

“I know you do,” Cordelia bit the inside of her cheek, “It was great seeing you again, Nami.”

“See you later.”

And just like that, Cordelia grabbed Ash while Nami headed back to the ship.  Although, the walk back was interesting.  While Ash rattled on about how excited he was to meet the same pirates his mama knew all those years ago, Cordelia had too much on her mind to even let it process.  He’s going to freak.  He’s going to get one eye on Ash and he’s going to freak.  I don’t think either one of us is going to be able to handle that.  But I’ve taken care of Ash on my own for the last four years.  I don’t see why I couldn’t keep doing that.  What am I thinking?  We’ll be fine.  No expectations.

“Mama?” Ash grabbed the door for her, “Are we really going to have a house full of pirates?”

“That’s right, baby,” Cordelia dropped her fresh produce in the sink, “We’re going to have a house full of pirates.”

“I can’t wait to tell the others,” Ash bounced on his chair at the kitchen table, “They’re going to be so jealous!”

“Yep,” Cordelia sighed out.  I’m sure there were a lot of women here that would’ve been jealous of me if they saw who I was with that night, “Are you going to help me cook or are you going to just sit there?”

“What do you need me to do?”

For the rest of the afternoon, Cordelia and Ash were peeling, sauteing, boiling, and slow roasting.  All within reason, of course.  Cordelia wasn’t going to let the baby near the heat.  He didn’t need to burn himself.  In her heart, Cordelia wanted nothing more than to be petty.  Granted, she always told herself since she was pregnant with Ash.  She didn’t need anyone else.  It’d be herself and Ash.  And that’s the way it would stay.  But she looked at her spices.  And there sat the sealed bottle of oregano.  A part of her wanted to break its seal, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. 

But then, night fell over Beniville Bay.  And Cordelia could hear the hustle and bustle outside start to dim down.  Until it got to be the ruckus on her front porch.  She could hear assorted chatter floating in through her open kitchen window wondering where they were, whose house Nami was taking everyone to for the evening, what was going on.  Along with the faint smell of cigarette smoke.  And it made her smile.  It had been so long since Cordelia had seen her favorite group of miscreants.  But she knew it may not go well.  And she had braced herself for that.

Knock, knock, knock.

“Ash,” Cordelia caught her baby’s attention while he sat at the kitchen counter, “You ready?  We’re about to be taken on by a bunch of pirates.”

“I’m ready, Mama!” Ash could hardly contain himself.  He hadn’t been able to sit still since he met Nami that morning.  He couldn’t wait to have his house full of pirates.

“Alright,” Cordelia wiped her hands off on one of her tea towels and went to the door, “I want you to behave yourself tonight, Asher.”

“I will,” Ash promised, sticking his pinky out to his mother.

“Thank you,” Cordelia kissed the top of his head, “Because I’m about to have enough babies in the house tonight.”

Well…Here goes nothing.

#fan fiction #one piece #sanji x reader #sanji x y/n #sanji x you #one piece x reader #one piece brainrot #one piece fan fiction #accidental pregnancy #tw branding #tw trafficking

[hypewinter]

It's Jason time baby! (Read the tags first!)

Dick Tim Damian Cass

Lighthearted

The third time Jason and Danny were put into foster care, Jason got a local family while Danny was fostered out of state. He stayed there and was eventually adopted by his foster family. When Danny's 16, he decides to take a trip to Gotham to visit Catherine's grave. There he finds Jason placing down flowers. A tearful reunion ensues and Jason gets to meet the family who's been taking care of his little brother this whole time. He is a little off put by their blatant display of affection at first but before he knows it, Jason is sucked into the Fenton's boisterous and eccentric lifestyle. Bruce may or may not be jealous.

Angsty

While Jason and Danny are on the streets, Danny gets trafficked. He is led to believe that Jason sold him and is devastated. Luckily, the trafficking ring is broken up but since the police don't know where Danny came from, they just put him in the system. He is later adopted by a nice couple in Illinois. Years later, Sam coerces Danny into going to Gotham with her. It is there that he sees his older brother hanging out with others. He looks happy and completely unaffected by what he did to his kid brother all those years ago. Danny gets angry and pounces on Jason, beating the tar out of him. It takes Tim and Dick pulling him off to stop him. Jason, nose probably broken and face bloodied, gurgles out 'You're alive!?' Danny replies, 'No thanks to you.' before shrugging off Dick's grip and running away.

#dp x dc #dc x dp #hyper prompts #younger brother danny #y'all will not believe how hard it was for me to come up with the fluff scenario #jason's childhood is really tragic #tw trafficking

[sunsetcougar]

Alongside all my world building I’ve been doing for the Cannibal Angel AU I’ve also been ironing out some of the details for my Circus AU, and I’ve got the base notes for most of the main cast figured out. Ages are a pain to figure out when in canon the characters are all immortal, but I ran roughly based on how long they’ve been around in canon and what sort of dynamics I want them to have.

Lucifer, 56 - He started the circus alongside Lilith. He was full of so many big dreams and loved seeing them come to life around him. Lilith’s disappearance destroyed him, and he wishes every day for closure.

Lilith, 55 - She started the circus alongside Lucifer. While he was the dreamer she tackled the more technical bits, enjoying seeing the pieces fall into place. She’s been missing for seven years and no one knows what happened to her.

Sera, 48 - Her and Emily’s mom was sixteen when she had Sera. She was mostly raised by her grandparents but always knew she was unwanted and that they thought she ruined her mother’s life. She joined the circus to try and give Emily a life filled with the joy and love she herself was denied.

Adam, 45 - He was an accomplished trapeze artist and when Lute and Vaggie were forced out of their careers because of their injuries he left with them and followed them to the circus, refusing to abandon his best girls.

Lute, 44 - She was an accomplished trapeze artist before she was involved in a car crash, lost her arm, and gained heavy scarring across part of her left side. It causes her chronic and phantom pain and some stiffness. She joined the circus because they gave her a chance to prove herself again.

Husk, 40 - His gambling and alcohol addictions ruined his life. He was married, but his wife has since divorced him and took their son. He hates and blames himself for how his life has turned to shit. He joined the circus for lack of other options.

Alastor, 39 - He was a famous radio host but due to rumors he found himself out of business. He despises modern technology, viewing it as flashy and unnecessary. He joined the circus for his own entertainment while he rebuilds his radio career.

Angel, 36 - He's a sex trafficking victim, on the run from his abusers. He joined the circus because it’s always moving so he’ll be harder to find. He has a lot of body image issues and is constantly terrified he’ll be tracked down and dragged back to the hell he escaped.

Emily, 26 - She was the “do over” baby for her and Sera’s mom and step dad. It didn’t go well and Sera ended up getting custody of her when she was five. She’s was practically raised in the circus, barely remembering a time before it.

Charlie, 25 - She was raised in the circus, having never known anything else. She’s participated in acts since she was a kid and found herself suddenly being given the title of ringmaster when she was twenty, two years after her mom disappeared.

Vaggie, 23 - She was an accomplished trapeze artist before she was involved in a car crash and shrapnel destroyed her eye and tore up her back, causing her stiffness and chronic pain. She joined the circus because they gave her a chance to prove herself again.

#hazbin hotel #Circus AU #hazbin hotel au #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel lilith #hazbin hotel sera #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel lute #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel angel dust #hazbin hotel emily #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin hotel vaggie #tw trafficking #tw sex trafficking

[wordycheeseblob]

ok I saw the Spanish TWST wiki and it is wilding WHAT IS THISSS

(Jade: how many millions are we taking about?)

how did they even get away with this...

(read at your discretion)

#and thats only JADE AND FLOYD #I havent looked into the others yet #twst #twisted wonderland #uuuh should i put tw? #tw drugs #tw trafficking #tw sex mention #tw death

[eris-abomination]

VERY IMPORTANT PSA. Please share or repost if you can.

There’s some SERIOUS misinformation spreading around and I was considering reblogging the post to clear it up, but I decided to make my own to explain (and avoid giving it more traction). The image being spread and explanation are under the cut; MAJOR TW for mentions of trafficking and wording that could trigger anxiety or paranoia. Please remember that this image is NOT real.

THIS IS NOT A REAL CONCERN. There is NO sex trafficking ring using this spam text, and spyware CANNOT be installed on a phone simply by clicking a link.

This text is a spam message/notification for a defunct social media app called IRL. Clicking the link would simply take you to the App Store page. The unsolicited messages people claim to get are either spam marketing, incentivized invites from friends, or standard notifications regarding engagement on the app.

Even if IRL was still available, major spyware cannot be downloaded onto a phone through a link. The worst type of crime committed through spam links is credit card theft, and even that is fully dependent on you typing your personal information into a sketchy website. Your phone cannot be “hacked” through a link, and a “tracker” can’t just be installed on your phone by a random third party. Modern phones are equipped with specific protections to keep these things from happening, and phones can’t download malware like a computer can.

Human trafficking and sexual abuse are SERIOUS ISSUES, and it’s extremely disheartening to see a fake version of this being spread around online. The amount of people in the comments of the original post who were genuinely anxious and afraid breaks my heart. Not only is this misinformation harmful to survivors, but it also has the potential to severely worsen people’s anxiety, paranoia, delusions, etc.

Please be responsible and do your research before reposting shocking material.

#tw trafficking #trafficking awareness #malware #misinformation #important psa #psa #social justice #scam alert

[crewel-intentions]

honestly im holding my judgement of this situation until we know what the illicit goods yuko was trafficking were, since human trafficking is included on the illicit goods list. i know team rocket stole and sold pokemon but saying illicit goods instead of just pokemon leaves the possibility open and i don’t put it passed them to sell people too

#crewel-intentions #crewel intentions #main story #main-story #yuko akiyama #tw trafficking

[granulesofsand]

What would the differences in programming be in someone who was higher up in a group vs lower if you are aware? I have trouble finding info on this.

Also in some groups is there specific programming/abuse used to train certain children for the role of a programmer or handler or kind of more in charge? What could that look like? I know most people exposed to RA have been forced to abuse others so I am talking about if someone was specifically being groomed to specifically become a programmer or a higher up member of the group.

Differences in Programmed Roles

🗝️🏷️ RAMCOA, programming and deprogramming, torture, trafficking

This is going to vary by group, but I can give some examples from our cult of origin. I will also assume the group is programming a CDD as opposed to OSDD-2, which does not include alters.

There were/are three paths to get into leadership.

The first is being born into it: your parents are influential or important, there was a prophetic foretelling you fit, someone looked at you and went “that baby looks like a priest”, etc.

The second is growing into it: caregivers notice you’re crafty or cruel or showing signs of leadership qualities, you do well in competitions for power, your programming is well-suited for a particular group role, and so on.

The third is lack of successors: too many kids died before taking on a role, the group was small to begin with, you have traits no one else does at the time they’re needed, that kind of thing.

There are overlaps in the kinds of programming each pathway comes with, and there are places where they blur or become more distinct.

Early Start

A child born for or sorted early into a role will have different torture experiences. This could look like more extreme torture in early life, more use of fancy equipment, or more double binds and catch-22s to convince the child they belong in the position or have the desired trait.

The tricks used for these trainings include more coerced perpetration, intricate arrangements of the system and higher ups, and more splitting to keep trauma memories away from internal authorities.

Subsystems were extra common for these kids in our group. The perps needed higher ups who thought they were living the good life while still keeping them in check and adding more layers of backups. Inner children were present in many adult alters, but the shell of the subsystem rarely knew of any such others.

They got a lot of conditioning to stamp out empathy and encourage that creative cruelty programmers function off of.

Leadership roles intended to be used in ceremonies or in ‘knowledgeable’ positions would have more training to view themselves as above and continue learning, while those who arranged meetings or kept money might have more fear and self-preservation as a base.

The extremes were also more visible in those kids, and eventually the adults they became. Their cover alters could be absolutely clueless while their workers orchestrated large events behind the scenes. Higher ups would be either godly or almost naive, and the trauma-holding alters behind them were terrified and skittish.

Many children are told they are ‘chosen’ or ‘better’ in some way to keep them behaving, but the variations on how far a group goes with each child matters. Some of those kids are rebellious and being ‘tamed’, others are perfect candidates who stay long into adulthood.

In Childhood

Kids, or sometimes adults, who were routed in later had different bases. Some of them might have been intended to fill a different role and so undergo restructuring. Others have organic systems who are arranged for the abusers’ benefit. Some were programmed for one thing and ended up fitting better in this role.

These systems might be simpler compared to same-age peers. Often they are led on with praises and rewards to entice particular alters into loyalty. Tortures might be worse, harsher and longer-lasting to recover lost time.

Most leadership roles were filled by kids placed in around 4-7 years old. They usually had other branches started, some of them still in use, and were a safe bet for perps because they had time to get to know the system and program fine details.

By 8-12, children were taking on more practical responsibilities. They may have some branches still open, and each will be in active use, if a bit lower-risk in tasks. Rank changes were more common around here because children were becoming more cognizant of their surroundings. Some were placed lower for inability or resistance, others rose up through demonstration of skill.

Different ≠ Better

It’s important to know that every system was hurt badly to create their programming. Children with rank early on might have had luxuries, but that didn’t mean it was better.

They might have been guaranteed longer lives or only received punishment behind closed doors, but neither of those options are truly worth their cost.

Plenty of systems have this divide internally as well, the ones who didn’t suffer or didn’t believe they were suffering and the ones who did.

Alters in this stage may be told they are gaining higher knowledge, getting closer to a deity, or achieving power. Those things might have been true to the alter, but don’t hold up in safe environments.

It takes support for those wounds to heal, and the system can’t function healthily if internal programmers are still enforcing training or punishers are still doling out torture. It may take them longer, especially if they’re integrating with subsystem members, to get to a point of understanding.

Later Life

Age 13 was important for our group, some mix of fundie traditions and the satanic-pagan mix they created, and this was when formal inductions into roles began. They usually didn’t fully take over the position, but they became eligible to do so if the opportunity arose.

Few children were herded in at this point, usually only if there were no other options of any age. Adults or teens getting slapped into a role was more common, especially when there were no options or they had been a runner-up.

They were rarely given the same apprentice-role, instead moving in after a death or absence of the last occupant. If the previous system was only away for a short while, they would likely be substituted with their younger trainees. Longer leaves followed by return would fall to older members, as would positions with no young option.

Older members suddenly placed would receive intensive torture and programming for longer than a pre-trained member. They got neither the privilege nor the freedom from expectation, and accidental deaths were proportionally more frequent.

Across the Board

All these systems would be programmed with Delta-Zeta sets (violence-desensitization). Most would get some strong degree of Gamma (loyalty) and Eta (neverending abuse) keep them feeling responsible to the group. Our group used a lot of heavy Theta (ideology) programs to make higher ups feel important and imbued with meaning.

Less obedient commanding roles might have emphasis on Chi (callback) programming and Alpha (base/access) cues to allow a handler to switch in relevant alters.

The conditions and details are very different between roles, but they are all tortured and controlled to the extreme.

Our System

For us, we had pathways kept from around 5 up until we found ourselves out of the group for programming and ritual roles. We were lucky to have less visible damage to our body, but torture was still dangerous and left us permanently disabled.

There were more large ceremonies around us specifically, and we weigh heavy in programmer and priest(ess) alters. Most notable incidents of punishment were with the family group only, and our following absence was explained as sickness or a short trip even to the larger cult.

There was versatility in how we were used until we were 10, and even afterwards we were trafficked and taking other pathway roles. There was less of everything after 13, but still heavy programming that only faded after we moved away, and that isn’t completely gone.

Probably we’ll be stuck getting pulled in for reprogramming until we escape and deprogram to the fullest possible. The group we came from does harass ‘traitors’, but rarely continue physical attacks.

That’s All

I can think of some more differences, but most require details we aren’t willing to share currently. I hope that made some sense, even if your experience is far from ours.

This information is not private, but in the future I feel safer with some indication of common ground, even if only a ‘we’ or ‘couldn’t tell from my/my acquaintance’s group’. It is not required, but it provides background on how much we should explain and what information would be useful.

#ramcoa #tw ramcoa #ramcoa programming #ramcoa system #did osdd #osddid #adaptive system #polyfragmented system #hc did #tw tbmc #tw trafficking