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Also I’m handing to poor child a cup of hot cocoa and a cat headband

Mari deserves it tbh especially later in the story :).

#it gets worse :)#mod: @astrogoatz #ooc #ask

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Hey Astro, or Connor, idk lmao. Would you say that this is probably gonna be your darkest blog yet??

I shan't elaborate further.

#mod: @astrogoatz #ooc #ask

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the fact this all hit me so so SO deeply probably means I should worried ^^’

YEAH IT SHOULD THIS STORY IS FUCKED KING.

#ooc #mod: @astrogoatz #ask #cyber-spac3

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Hey, little girl... is there someone we can call aside from the police? Do you have any family?

MARI: " . . . "

She emotionally squints her eyes as she looks down at the sleeping bag she's sitting inside.

Her hands grip the sleeping bag, thoughts full of melancholy before pushing herself below the covers and gathering the cloth blanket under her head to act like a pillow before answering.

MARI: "I'm alone. I just have my new father and the others. I hope I get to be with the others. I'm tired of being alone."

Her eyes flutter before snuggling more into the blanket and sleeping bag, trying to hide into it and stay warm while she sleeps. Because god knows what is waiting for them in the morning.

@novatheartist16

#prologue: uh oh #mari the jirachi #jirachi #tw blood #tw gore #tw child abuse #tw child injury #mod: @astrogoatz #ask #ask answered #pokemon ask blog #pokemon #pokeblog

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( @ask-sada-and-turo ) turo shocked at the state this child rummages through his bag quickly to see what he can find to help. “Oh little buddy seems that ninetales helped you well let me see if I can find you something to sleep on”. Pulling out a lilac blank and Uva academy sleeping bag. He began to lay things down. “Your being so brave right now I don’t know how long this machine will keep me in your universe but I’ll try get help”. He handed the little child a sock mankey plush. “Just hang in tight”

MARI: "It's very soft..."

@ask-sada-and-turo

#ouugug this looks so cute!! thank you for drawing mari!!!#rb

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( @ask-sada-and-turo ) turo shocked at the state this child rummages through his bag quickly to see what he can find to help. “Oh little buddy seems that ninetales helped you well let me see if I can find you something to sleep on”. Pulling out a lilac blank and Uva academy sleeping bag. He began to lay things down. “Your being so brave right now I don’t know how long this machine will keep me in your universe but I’ll try get help”. He handed the little child a sock mankey plush. “Just hang in tight”

MARI: "It's very soft..."

@ask-sada-and-turo

#prologue: uh oh #mari the jirachi #jirachi #turo kirlia #ask-sada-and-turo #tw injury #tw gore #tw blood #tw child harm #tw child abuse #mod: @astrogoatz #pokemon ask blog #pokemon #pokeblog

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"Alright," Lucky had worked on abuse victims, but not in a home. It wouldn't be easy to help her and not make it noticeable, but he had some ideas.

First, he carefully gave Mari a powerful painkiller. He hoped it'd make her nice and sleepy. He then carefully injected a local anaesthetic into the three areas where the child's limbs had been ripped out.

He smiled in an attempt to try and cheer the child up, and put on some gloves. Very, very carefully, he stitched all three major wounds, blending it into the child's fur and making them unseeable. Lucky left the blood, however, where it was, but cleaned the tears in the tiniest of lines so it wouldn't get infected. He used unscented cleaning agents for a reason.

Then, oh so carefully, he placed a little bag that could be hidden, and reversed the medication for the sleepiness, "there we go. This bag has medication for pain. Take one every 4 hours. You can take it on an empty stomach. Get some rest."

Mari fully trusts Lucky with their life.

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Salmon @ Mari: " I- I cannot help with healing moves but if you need to hold something, you can hold me. I'm kinda like a plushie or something so you can hug me tight, no problem ! "

WARNING: BLOOD/GORE AND CHILD INJURY BELOW THE READ MORE

Afficher davantage

#reblog #interaction #OOUUGGG YOU DRAW MARI SO WELL I WANNA PUT YOUR ART INTO MY MOUTH AND CRUNCH IT /POS #tw blood #tw gore #tw body mutilation #tw body gore #tw child abuse #tw child neglect #tw child injury #mari the jirachi #jirachi #salmon the shuppet #shuppet #pokemon ask blog #pokemon

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Lucky: It never got easier to see children hurt, and clearly by abuse as well. He recognised the child as a Jirachi, but also as a potential hybrid given where the poor girls wounds were. He could tell at a glance it was physical abuse only at this point.

He approached slowly, medical pack on his back, and gently took her hand, "hey kiddo. I'm a doctor. I can fix you up, make sure you're not in anymore pain. I know what to do. Are you ok with that?"

WARNING: BLOOD/GORE AND CHILD INJURY BELOW THE READ MORE

Mari whispers her agree-al to the Ninetales.

MARI: "Just... Do it quietly... He said something bad will happen if I am loud in here..."

@asksavel

#prologue: uh oh #mari the jirachi #jirachi #asksavel #lucky ninetales #lucky #ninetales #alolan ninetales #mod: @astrogoatz #tw child neglect #tw child injury #tw child abuse #tw blood #tw gore #tw dark themes #pokemon ask blog #pokeblog #pokemon

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Salmon @ Mari: " I- I cannot help with healing moves but if you need to hold something, you can hold me. I'm kinda like a plushie or something so you can hug me tight, no problem ! "

WARNING: BLOOD/GORE AND CHILD INJURY BELOW THE READ MORE

Mari squeezes Salmon alarmingly tightly, half from dealing with physical pain, the other half from mental pain, either way, it helps. Unfortunately, letting yourself be a hug pillow means you now have semi-dried blood on you. I sure hope you know a good cleaner.

Mari will remember Salmon's kind actions.

#prologue: uh oh #mari the jirachi #jirachi #salmon the shuppet #shuppet #tw child neglect #tw child injury #tw gore #tw blood #tw body mutilation #tw body gore #tw child abuse #ask-backpack-hypno #mod: @astrogoatz #pokemon ask blog #pokeblog #pokemon

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(@clementines-office) Clementine had left her job for the day as she sensed something wrong and near, something that she could reach and help. Teleporting there sneakingly, she held her mouth as her eyes fell on the poor child, falling to her knees to help them up - she had no healing moves, but thankfully, she had items hidden in her scarf. She took out a small Super Potion bottle and sprayed it on the wounds before sacrificing her scarf to stop the bleeding.

"Oh, child, can you hear me? Who would reduce you like this?" She whispered, as if afraid someone could hear "Is this your home? Can't be right... who took you here?"

WARNING: BLOOD/GORE AND CHILD INJURY BELOW THE READ MORE

Mari seems too shaken to really respond correctly. What is she supposed to even describe what has happened to her? There's not really any appropriate words she knows that could describe it.

So all she offers is co-operative silence as the Meowstic hybrid attempts at patching her up, even if it is hastily done, it's done out of good heart. The pressure against her head from the scarf is calming, along with slightly soothing the headache.

As she attempts to not cry in this strangers arms, there is one thing she can at least manage to quietly say.

MARI: "Thank you."

Mari will remember Clementine's kind actions.

@clementines-office

#dude your art never ceases to blow my fucking skin clean off my body /pos #rb

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(@clementines-office) Clementine had left her job for the day as she sensed something wrong and near, something that she could reach and help. Teleporting there sneakingly, she held her mouth as her eyes fell on the poor child, falling to her knees to help them up - she had no healing moves, but thankfully, she had items hidden in her scarf. She took out a small Super Potion bottle and sprayed it on the wounds before sacrificing her scarf to stop the bleeding.

"Oh, child, can you hear me? Who would reduce you like this?" She whispered, as if afraid someone could hear "Is this your home? Can't be right... who took you here?"

WARNING: BLOOD/GORE AND CHILD INJURY BELOW THE READ MORE

Mari seems too shaken to really respond correctly. What is she supposed to even describe what has happened to her? There's not really any appropriate words she knows that could describe it.

So all she offers is co-operative silence as the Meowstic hybrid attempts at patching her up, even if it is hastily done, it's done out of good heart. The pressure against her head from the scarf is calming, along with slightly soothing the headache.

As she attempts to not cry in this strangers arms, there is one thing she can at least manage to quietly say.

MARI: "Thank you."

Mari will remember Clementine's kind actions.

@clementines-office

#prologue: uh oh #mari the jirachi #jirachi #clementines-office #clementine the meowstic #meowstic #mod: @astrogoatz #tw child neglect #tw body gore #tw gore #tw blood #tw child abuse #tw child injury #pokemon #pokemon ask blog #pokeblog #tw dark themes

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@ask-superkryptiskvarulvs-ocs | Chant@Mari: The little ghost peaked their head out from one of the walls, their whole body phasing through cautiously at first. They had felt negative energy nearby, and their curiosity had taken over.

"Hey." Chant greeted in a weak and quiet voice, almost like a whisper. They crouched down next to her, and simply stared. Never were they the best when it came to comforting others, but they thought at least being nearby was good enough. Especially if this was her last living moment, they did not want her to be alone.

Reaching out one of their hands, they gently and briefly poked Mari's stomach. "Breathe," the Mimikyu fusion tried to remind her, but did nothing more; this was her fight, not theirs.

WARNING: BLOOD/GORE AND CHILD ABUSE BELOW THE READ MORE

Mari ends up weakly putting their hand on theirs and pushes it away from her stomach. The poke hurts. She tries to utter out a response.

MARI: "Hurts... Don't... touch..."

( @ask-superkryptiskvarulvs-ocs )

#prologue: uh oh #mari the jirachi #jirachi #chant #mimikyu riolu #mod: @astrogoatz #tw child abuse #tw child harm #tw blood #tw gore #tw body mutilation #tw body gore #pokemon ask blog #pokeblog #pokemon

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bitter-atrocity · 1 year

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i then got put into a match where my entire team disconnected after half time, leaving only me to fend for myself. wow. yeah i deserve that.

my punishment for making this was splatoon 3 hitting me with that "a communication error has occurred"

#ooc #mod: @astrogoatz

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my punishment for making this was splatoon 3 hitting me with that "a communication error has occurred"

#ooc #mod: @astrogoatz

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WARNING: VIOLENCE, GORE, BODY MUTILATION AND CHILD ABUSE DEPICTED UNDER READ MORE. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

Mari obeys her new guardian, her new father and follows him. It ends up with her in a small room. She doesn't trust her new father. It's scary in here.

"Sit still."

She sits. Hands gripped in a fist in her lap as she feels scared. She wants to go home. She doesn't like the new dad. His presence is off. She wants to go back to her old room where her dad rarely talks to her. She wants him back. At least he doesn't make her feel scared like this.

"Now. Mari."

Mari flinches upon hearing the snip of a rather sharp pair of shears.

"You are imperfect. And you will be for a while. But with my help. I can turn you back into the pure mythical you're meant to be. An oh so powerful child that will be able to heir my association once I leave this realm. You are meant for glory."

There's a pause. Before another snip into air, cutting nothing but tension.

"However. You are not there yet. You have many a training to go through before you will be ready to rule your new brethren. And your first step is me freeing you from these unnecessary bonds you were born with. They will only hold you back my child."

Her 'father' can be heard placing the shears down on a metal medical tray before picking up a few pieces of cloth and tying her hands together before blindfolding her with the other cloth.

"I will be blunt with you Mari. This is going to be painful. This is going to hurt incredibly bad and make you wish you were dead. In fact, if you're not determined enough, you will end up dead. But if you die from this, you simply aren't tough enough to be my child. And if that happens, you will be a disappointment. And I will have to go onto the next one to prepare to be my heir. You don't want one of those other kids to go through this pain do you Mari? So you better be a good girl and hold on very tightly to your life. Hold onto it as you feel yourself getting purified."

She takes a sharp inhale of breath before feeling his hand grab her shoulder. Holding with a tight grip as the cold sharp shears lightly push against the base of one of her ears.

"Oh. One more thing. As this is one of your first trials. Feel free to scream to deal with the pain. This room has very thick walls. So you should get it out now before you go back to your room. As if you scream in there, there will be consequences."

And as soon as he finishes his sentence, the shears are dragged through her ear, brushing against her scalp, roughly tugging and tearing out the fur and muscle keeping her canine ears in place.

Screams resonate through the room as she tries to cope with the agony. The feeling of stinging, burning hot pain. The feeling of blood dripping from the open wound.

She screams, saliva rearing in harshly spat droplets from her maw from the terror and anxiety. She feels raw unfed bile rising in her throat from the force of her voice echoing from her throat to the walls.

Her throat feels raw as she registers her other ear being roughly sliced off from the same force that took her other one. The left of her head now matching the agonizing pain that the right has. The adrenaline running through her causes her to trash with her arms. Desperate primal fear and force causing her to injure her wrists as she tries to pull them apart, managing to rip open the cloth holding them together as she waves her arms in front of her while screaming still.

The injured child promptly feels the large claws of her 'father' hold around her chest, easily lifting her up as if she weighed nothing, the squeeze of it feels breath defying as she swears she can't breathe in anymore. She doesn't feel herself breathing. All she can register is the pain delivered from her wounds and throat from going raw.

She feels the last thing her tail will ever feel, being a tough grip with the other hand of her father.

Before that too being taken away by the shears. The sound of it severing the base bone joint of the tail being a loud crunch as the red furred tail lands limply on the floor, no longer tethered to the Jirachi. Any signs of her being a cross-breed have been removed.

Mari continues to scream in his grasp. Screaming for what feels like minutes until she can barely gain the breath to scream anymore. All the sounds are gags.

The adrenaline is gone. Everything hurts. Its hard to hold herself up. She's awake, but she's limp. Her energy feels gone. As if it were sucked out by a litch.

She can barely register being carried along, the faint yet heavy sounds of father's footsteps. The sound of a door creaking open. Before feeling motion-

Extreme motion as she flies across the room, colliding with the brick wall, feeling something within her snap as she limply falls to the floor.

"Goodnight Mari. I will bring you breakfast in the morning."

She lies there. On concrete floors. Alone. Separated from others. This room is not connected to the others. Her bedroom is alone. She's not with the other kids because she's not meant for it. She's greater. She's.

She's scared. She's alone. She's in pain. She cannot move. She can. It just hurts. It hurts so much. She doesn't want to move.

So she lies on the cold floor. Feeling the heat from her body dissipate. She feels her blood pool around her. Yet she breathes. She continues breathing. As it's all she can do.

It's very late in the evening. And it is dark all around her. All she can do is one of the main things her past father taught her. Breathe. Breathe in the air and use it to feel better.

Mari pathetically uses Heal Pulse. It barely works.

...

Mari is open for questioning / interactions.

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Eventually, after an afternoon and evening of driving around. They come to their last stop. The place they'll be staying at. For how long? They don't know.

Everyone in the back of the car flinches when the back doors are opened.

Alright. Come with children.

Commands the guardian as they use one hand to grab and pick up the unconscious draconic one off the floor and carries them easily as if they were a weightless rice bag. The children, worried about what will happen if they do not obey, follow him.

They follow him into a seemingly large house with high concrete fences and walls in the middle of a relatively expensive looking neighborhood.

They are lead to the rooms that will be considered their living quarters. Which you think would be in the main areas like a normal house. But no. They are instead lead into a series of connected rooms inside the basement with no windows. Basic bedding. Not really much of anything other than that and the most basic of lighting.

And they're all told to stay there. Except for one.

Mari is then lead to a different room. Alone.

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