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sins-of-the-sea · 8 months

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//....Really, I just wanted an excuse to draw Ruixiong with short hair. Turned out also being a body study to see if I can figure out a body shape for him that isn't too similar to Guy and Giovanni. I don't think I've quite gotten there yet.

Don't mind the chickenscratch on the side, that's meant for me to make sure I got the timeline right with Rui considering, in the Bioshock Verse, he would have been a Chinese orphan born during WWII, and would have been a displaced war orphan forced to survive at a young age before he'd enter Rapture.

Got inspired to draw this anyway when I reblogged the Bioshock Verse portraits. Originally he was going to wear the full-body worker's suit or mechanic's overalls (and he probably would should I write/RP him out in Rapture), but I got too much young Marlon Brando living in my head rent-free and it won't go away, so just a tank top and loose jeans for now pfff.

To go with the Bioshock Abena sketch and backstory, here is Ruixiong's!

Wang Ruixiong has no recollection of how he lost his family by the end of the Japanese occupation of China in World War II; all he knew was that he was constantly traveling with other orphans and adult strangers in the fight for survival. He does, however, recall when he first entered Rapture as a child--he was forced to do assorted labor with what was then Fontaine Fisheries. He didn't know it at the time, but Ruixiong was being groomed into the smuggling business; by the time he was entering his teens, the young boy was well-versed in the most well-hidden parts of Rapture and in the best ways to hide or disguise contraband.

The boy would meet the Frascona Family by around 1950, when Rui was still a pre-teen; it was then he finally had someone to call family, having becoming close to the family's nephew Giovanni and the neighboring Duchamp Twins. Josep would work to become Ruixiong's legal guardian until he became of age in 1957, where he would attempt to make his own home by working as a supplier for Fontaine Futuristics.

Because Ruixiong has worked for Fontaine for all his life by this point, he considers himself in great debt to Frank Fontaine. Ruixiong, after surviving the fight that killed Fontaine, was among the first to rally behind Atlas in rebelling against Andrew Ryan. Ruixiong was among the other Atlas loyalists by the time of the New Year's Riots in 1958. As the Civil War raged on, Ruixiong was forced to separate from the Frascona family, unaware that both Josep, Arcelia, and Giovanni have gone missing.

Ruixiong would not reunite with Abena until sometime during the events of Bioshock 1, unaware of Josep, Arcelia, and Giovanni's fates. By this time, Ruixiong has forgone the fight against Ryan in favor of searching for his missing family. One can imagine his reaction upon realizing the truth behind Atlas once Jack has faced him for the final time.

Rui has mastered the Telekinesis Plasmid and does his best to avoid becoming a Splicer, though he admits the addictive properties often drive him mad.

#[Mun's Art]#[Verse: Bioshock AU]#GOD I had to double-check the locations and the timelines #child grooming tw #that was just... the reality with displaced children in post WWII Asia in general unfortunately #[About Ruixiong]

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remotespontaneouscombustion · 1 year

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Maki was not personally exposed to the cells of Port Mafia, though he knew of them and knew he could end up there if he wasn’t careful. Somehow though, Amber managed to talk him out of having to be there, because she voiced that she would be dealing with him full-time. So he was surprisingly spared of the layers of suffering taking place in the prison cells, instead moreso confined to staying by Amber’s side all day every day. Never stepping out of line for her, who knows what trouble that would bring her-- and by extension him, if he did. But he was always more worried for her than himself, she made it feel like she was risking so much just for him just because she cared so much about him.

Not at all because he was a destructive obsessed little bodyguard for her. Where in the world would you get a silly idea like that?

The only times in which he managed to have moments of freedom from Amber were on jobs he was deliberately assigned to, or when he managed to talk to Akutagawa briefly. Those higher up the chain would push the point onto Amber more for her to figure out what Maki’s ability was and how it worked, so they could utilize him and free him from her side. She didn’t want this but he was assigned to Motojirō, who Maki simply finds annoying-- and Amber fed into that emotion even more. No paying attention to the others the only person that mattered was her.

Akutagawa still threw wrenches into that plan for the fact that Maki liked him, and even without Dazai’s looming presence to prove to be an issue with Amber voicing her opinion on this matter; she felt she couldn’t say anything about it. The executive’s presence was still felt even long after he was gone by so many, so all she could really do was side-eye at Akutagawa from time to time. The kind of gaze that on a surface level would appear kind, but in truth her smiles never reach her eyes.

With his ability now fully spelled out in her absence, he has no idea what is supposed to be next for him. He’s attempting to go through his life as though all is normal like she’s still around, but he also gets the feeling he’s only getting away with this because none of those higher up are paying him much mind yet.

#child abuse tw #child grooming tw #and who will pay the price; the lost or the damned 💥 bsd verse #smoke obscures all I can see 💥 headcanons #it feels like if amber hadn't made maki be so reliant and compliant towards her he would've ended up there same as the rest #and he knows he is lucky for it #amber never physically harmed him but emotionally he is more broken than he realizes #but he'd still consider what everyone else has gone through to be much worse

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oveliagirlhaditright · 2 years

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Seriously, WB-Discovery CANNOT release "The Flash" at this point. I know we've been saying that for ages, but the Ezra Miller allegations just get worse and worse.

Like, child grooming? Are you serious?

If they release this film, I'm done with this company as a whole.

I do feel bad for everyone else who worked so hard on this project, who have just gotten so screwed over by the Ezra Miller situation. I do.

But if this movie comes out, it sets such a bad precedent. The Flash is a superhero who saves children. And if this movie comes out, we're going to have such a hero played by a child groomer? No, thank you!

Furthermore, kids would see this movie and want to be like The Flash, and as an extension: Ezra Miller. And again: no, thank you!

#Child grooming tw #Tw #Ezra Miller tw #At this point ezra Miller has become their own tw #And there are other disturbing things in the vanity fair article that just got released too

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triquctra · 2 years

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Imagine thinking that fapping over a child ‘seducing’ a grown adult is like, on par with being legitimate ‘because age gaps exist’, I’m fucking screaming

#pedophila tw #child grooming tw #✟ ooc

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lovepropaganda · 5 months

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"My Teen Angel" Valerie should have DEFINITELY killed him!!!!!

#ask to tag #child grooming tw

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muggle-born-princess · 6 months

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Reblog if you're LGBT and are against MAPS/Child Groomers

#i kinda want to prove a point to certain people #i don't usually post my personal problems on here unless I need to because I find it unecessary and childish #but this bullshit has been eating me the fuck up and I need to vent #LGBT does not equal groomer #Child groomers are not LGBT #MAPs are not LGBT #TW: Child Grooming #Tagging it that just in case anyone feels uncomfortable with said topic #fucking hate Texas and religion extremists and conservatives #LGBT #LGBTQ #LGBTQIA #reblog bait

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solarsought · 1 year

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📂📂📂 for Kerrianne

She grows up and becomes and ER doctor.

It takes years of therapy to undo the brainwashing and grooming done by Jimmy. She doesn’t talk to her father for quite a few years though they eventually get to that place.

Learns Spanish for her half sisters and Clementine helps her with it.

#abuse tw #child grooming tw #kerrianne {{ about }}

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nerves-nebula · 1 year

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you don't have to answer this ask if you don't want to, but I saw you mention that you might involve other sorts of abuse/trauma in your Teenage Mutant Neglected Turtles AU and I was wondering something?

Donnie in the ROTTMNT cannon is really desperate for parent-age adult approval and such, is that similar for your AU's Donnie? Because that like, is a trait adults in his life (if he meets any other than Splinter) could exploit (whether that be exploiting his knowledge, skills, time, or other stuff like his trust, and other stuff you probably can guess)?

Is that something you'd want to explore with your AU at all (if it also applies to your Donnie) or is that something you haven't planned/added/don't want to focus on?

btw I really like your AU and it's neat seeing someone make an AU where they aren't just the world's best brothers, if that makes sense? Also the character designs are GREAT! Love all the comic and art and everything you've made for it!!

*cracks knuckles* ooohh but I DO want to answer this. anon, you would not BELIEVE what I’ve been thinking of putting this boy through. Ive mentioned before that he has a kind of predatory relationship with Big Mama, in which he makes her things and she showers him in praise and affection. It’s not GREAT but it’s not the WORST it could be, considering all she wants out of him is more inventions that will help her business thrive.

I really do think Donnie would get into a lot of trouble with predatory adults (mostly because I would have if I was in his situation) but I’m not sure which other one’s would take him in other than Big Mama. Rest assured though I won’t stop until this boy is thoroughly traumatized and deeply self loathing :) donnie is my favorite which means he gets the most torture :) by which i mean he’s definitely the most susceptible to grooming and will probably have multiple close encounters (or just full on ENCOUNTERS) late into his teenage to early adult years.

My dad once told me that I looked like I was asking to be abused, so if you’re trying to grasp the VIBE Donnie is giving off it’s that. (basically just really visibly insecure, vulnerable, and desperate for positive attention)

it's something i wanna focus on for sure, but I've been setting things up with Raph and Leo and Casey and all these other characters so I haven't gotten around to it yet. well, until now.

(side note, I personally relate more to strained sibling relationships and attempts to reconnect and all that so I'm glad there's an audience out there who wants to see these turtles really put under the PRESSURE of this situation. they're the most famous fictional sibling dynamic that has more than 3 kids involved that i know of and as someone with 5 siblings, I vibe with that)

Im glad people are enjoying my beautiful boys. Every time one of you compliments me there's a 50/50 chance you get ART as a reward (if I have the time) (which I do, right now) (oh m ygod this comic took way longer than I thought it would hahfdshfds)

#child abuse tw #child grooming tw #grooming tw #tmnt #tmnt donnie #tmnt au #teenage mutant neglected turtles #nnstuff #nnart #ask #asks are sweethearts #neglected art

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storiesinmyribcage · 2 years

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⤕ Supernatural AU: Backstory

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The Rameek coven prided themselves as the chosen ones who saw it as their duty to become the golden beacon that welcomed every witch from all walks of life, those who yearned to breathe free of the shackles put upon them by ignorant humans. And thus, their influence spread throughout the midlands as witches flooded to their gates until they had full control over other covens as well. Such kind gestures were misunderstood by some, warped by twisted minds of the same kin that believed that witches were above others. They whispered amongst themselves and slithered their way into power, taking roots so deep that no one would dare question them.

They turned their back on witches who were bitten and turned into werewolves, since the spirits believed that their blood was tainted and impure, so it was only natural they followed suit. Their prejudice spread towards other werewolves as well, those who came to them to seek refuge from the hands of humans who aimed to hurt them. But they were turned away at the golden gate despite their wails and cries for mercy. Soon enough, the corrupt chimed and bellowed at every chance they got, convincing other witches that the werewolves were a threat to the coven, bribed the council to pronounce that the werewolves must be eliminated for the prosperity of the witches. Because of their distorted view, it wasn’t long until the midlands painted in blood of both their brethren and enemies alike.

Aldemar, firstborn and heir to the crownless throne, was groomed to believe that he was above it all, as was his father, and his fathers before him. He was blessed with powerful magic, the bridge to communicate with the spirits came easily to him and his bidding was done with as little a wave of his hand and the melody of his words. His father believed Aldemar was the perfect heir, and he lived to carry the burden of his father’s dream on his shoulders ever since he was four. He believed this was his destiny as he stood inside the box that his father had carved for him, and he never thought of taking a step outside of the box.

But deep down Aldemar knew that something was amiss with the coven’s belief. He couldn’t quite put a finger on what it was and was far too afraid to voice his doubt for fear of incurring his father’s wrath. So he kept to himself, listening to the spirits carried whispers of things he didn’t learn from his forefathers. He learnt of other witches and covens that existed outside of Rameek’s influence from them, and wished that he had met them to ask these burning questions.

It was an inevitability that Aldemar stood there, on the bloodied grounds where he carried out his father’s wishes with heavy heart. His opponents shared none of his doubts, and there were watchful eyes amidst the chaos, so he couldn’t be careless. He was fighting one of the werewolves, strong and confident in their punches, but Aldemar was convinced he could overpower them. And he did, victory was within his grasp as Aldemar had them pinned underneath him, just as he was taught countless of times. His fist raised, his cold gaze unrelenting as he summoned the spirits to aid him, buzzing with adrenaline and the singing of victory, he saw a glimpse of fear in their eyes, unlike what he had seen in his brethren’s eyes during their mock battles. They feared not for the defeat at the hands of a young heir, but for their very life as they struggled underneath him.

As he hesitated, his raised burning fist simmered down as he lowered it to his side, the crashing reality finally hit him. Like everyone else, he was made to believe that the humans and werewolves were a threat to a witch’s existence, and that they must be eliminated at all costs. But the air was thick with death that it made him nauseous, and the seed of doubt began planting in his heart, wondering if all this was enough to justify their cause.

His loosened grip was enough for him to be overtaken, and as soon as he hit the ground Aldemar unable to keep down what he at the night before. He fought off the oncoming assaults, managing to land a blow strong enough to push them away from him. And he ran. He ran as fast and as far his feet could take him, ignoring the shouts of his brethren. He ran until he couldn’t anymore, stopping at the mulberry tree in the middle of an old, abandoned edifice. He dropped onto his knees, hand trembling and chest aching as he tried to collect his thoughts. The spirits around him chittered trying to soothe him, and he was comforted to know that he wasn’t alone, even if the spirits didn’t understand what he went through.

When he returned, Aldemar faced his father’s wrath with his head bowed down, made to kneel in front of the elders for their forgiveness. What he did was unforgivable, and because he was his father’s son and the next coven leader, the consequence of his action was more severe. He was made example in front of the coven members, to show that even he wasn’t given an exception when he broke his father’s ironclad rulings.

Despite it all, the seed of doubt had already taken root inside his heart long before he himself realised, and he began to actively seek answers that he couldn’t find within the coven. So he sought his answer elsewhere, sneaking out with other rebellious teens and other like-minded witches but were too afraid to speak out against his father and his elders. They planted hopes onto Aldemar’s young shoulders, telling him that he was the beacon that they had been waiting for, and that he would have their support once he took his rightful place. They brought other species too, werewolves and humans who knew of their existence, who wanted this waged war to end and being a new era under Aldemar’s ruling.

It was then he met them once again, under the mulberry tree.

They were wary of him, as he was of them. Their conversation was terse, if there ever was one. But Aldemar was full of questions, and they seemed to have the answers. So he tried again and again to approach them as carefully as he could, changing his approach every time he was rebuked. He understood where they were coming from, and if he wanted to see the change he envisioned for his coven and those around them, he needed to be the one who offered the olive branch. So he was patient, with each broken branch he extended a new one, until they were ready to be the receiving end.

As they inevitably grew closer, Aldemar told them the secrets that he had never told anyone of himself, of the dreams that had kept him going and the nightmares that kept his awake at night. In return, they shared their stories too, ones too intimate to tell anyone but felt right to tell only him. Flowers eventually bloom in his heart for them, and with each meeting they shared many of their first together and Aldemar cherished all of them. For the first time in his life, he felt truly himself, and they reciprocated his feelings in full.

Under the mulberry tree, young and naïve as they were, a sickly-sweet promise was made but was could never keep, buried in a grave without a tomb.

Their brother didn’t approve of their meetings, citing that Aledemar was the son of the enemy and should be treated as such despite their protest. Their brother had followed them to the mulberry tree where they met with Aldemar, and upon witnessing their intimacy he stormed towards the young couple and fought Aldemar, the brother in his wolf form and Aldemar with his spirits and magic. It was a fierce battle, and though Aldemar was stronger than his peers, it was obvious that the brother had more experience in battle.

They tried to help, changing into a wolf and pinning down their brother, telling Aldemar to run. He did, turning around and sped through the forest. But the brother soon caught up to him and his claws were able to leave mark on his back. Aldemar stumbled forward, hitting hard onto the ground. Before he was able to get his bearing he was pinned down once again, and he could feel canine teeth piercing through his clothed and his skin on his shoulder as the brother tore through his limbs out of rage. And he screamed.

He screamed and screamed until his voice was hoarse and he could no longer be heard. The brother only stopped when he heard someone approaching, and he dragged them to their home and left Aldemar on the forest ground, weak and bloodied and at the brink of death. He called to the spirits to heal him, desperately pleading with them to save his life. But none of them answered his call, unlike before.

He had never felt so alone.

Days went by with Aldemar going in and out of consciousness, fighting for his life and the painful transformation that was thrust upon him. Amidst his deliriousness, Aldemar kept calling to the spirits to him, desperately reaching out to them in hopes that he could hear them again. But all was met in silence. Even after he had miraculously recovered, he called to them, begging on his knees to hear them chattering around him. But there was once again silence, and in that silence, despair took hold of him and wrapped around him like a loose rope around his neck. Because he knew what this meant.

#child grooming tw #child abuse tw #violence tw

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wordsmithings · 2 years

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⤕ backstory

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— Path to Avici; the eternal hell

It was then he met them once again, under the mulberry tree.

— Sing, o nightingale; in the vast, misty forest

Under the mulberry tree, young and naïve as they were, a sickly-sweet promise was made but was could never keep, buried in a grave without a tomb.

He had never felt so alone.

— A fox peony; opens its golden petals.

Not knowing what else to do, he turned to the witches who had supported him. Those who did not side with his father’s belief. Taking pity to the young heir, one of them told him to go to Fenrirswood, where tales of viking settlers took root and within it were witches and werewolves lived in harmony. It sounded like a fairy tale, and Aldemar agreed to travel there, as he was convinced what awaited him at his own coven was a fate far worse than death. The other covens would love to help him, they said, but they had no real power against his own coven, and Aldemar wouldn’t want to put them in such dangerous position either.

So they said their goodbyes, and Aldemar left them a letter, telling them where he was heading in case they came looking for him, before setting off to Fenrirswood. When he arrived, he was taken in by the Alpha of the slough pack, who treated him like a son more than his father ever did. He threw himself into a life of servitude to the community that welcomed him with opened arms and warm hearts, learning so much from both witches and werewolves alike, and deconstructing a decade of belief that was hammered into him.

Years flew by, and Aldemar had made quite a name for himself as the local town’s hero. His profession as a firefighter made it easier for him to help his community, and his position as one of the Alphas in the Slough pack was like an icing to an already perfect cake. Despite what happened to him, he had never resented the brother that did this to him. But he was no saint either, despite his forgiving nature. Because there were times, when he was away from prying eyes, Aldemar would call to the spirits as he always would. But no spirit would answer the call of a tainted blood, and for that a flicker of resentment always grew before he stomped it out completely.

#aldy.bg #child grooming tw #child abuse tw #violence tw

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mischiefserpentes · 1 year

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A follow up on my Orion Experience post

There are at least 20 victims, if not more.

A good majority of Orion Experience songs, including Cult of Dionysus (I'd argue their most popular song), are about the victims in not even subtle ways.

And, did I mention? The youngest victim so far was nine years old.

Once again, for more information go see @project.artemis on Tiktok, they have everything you need to get up to date on the situation.

They, themself, are a victim of Simprini and are very brave for coming out about it and spreading the messages of his other victims as well.

It's highly disappointing if you still listen to Orion Experience after learning all of this, there's no separating the art from the artist here.

Especially when the art is about the wrongdoings of the artist.

#the orion experience #orion simprini #cw grooming #child grooming tw #Orion Simprini is a groomer

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remotespontaneouscombustion · 1 year

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When the flames spark on nothing, it’s the only time his eyes ever match in color. Glowing in red while gold handprints shined and exploded over a quick swipe. He always found the flames to be a comfort of a sort, it felt something like a relief from frustrations he couldn’t voice easily. But on this day? No, today he is angry. Furious. Maybe a bit mournful if he let it take over his mind. But for while the embers burned and smoke cloaked the night sky, he was enraged.

Under the roar of the flames of the buildings around him, he screams as loudly as he can until his throat can’t take it. He doesn’t remember a time when his explosives have done as much damage as this, he briefly remembers someone warning her before that he would be a destructive problem if left unchecked.

He throws another rock into a window, another swipe, and it shakes the nearby wall to the point of collapse. They were right, and he was happy to prove it.

All that time he had spent trying to prove to her that he was worthy of her, she’d asked so much of him and he did everything he could. But then she was gone, without a word she was gone. The executives questioned all that they could, prodding him the absolute most until he snapped. He joined Port Mafia at all because of her influence, everything he was, everything he’d strived to be, it all had centered around her.

Now he feels lesser than the debris left in the destruction of his wake. What was the point of all of it? What was the point of him? He is simply a being with no place in the world, and she’d given him that purpose that he lacked when he had nothing beyond his name.

His chest stings from recovery, and the weight of his emotions. He grips at his still torn jacket while his throat protests any further sounds. But the mourning finally had its clutches on him, and he sobs like a lost child. Despite the strength he tried to put on himself to live up to, every once in awhile it crashes down. Cracking under the reminder that he is still just a child, and one without anything he’d lived for except for her.

He stares up to the sky with eyes full of tears, the clouds of smoke glowing orange and yellow while city buildings burned. He steadily gets to his feet, to escape before the fire department sees what he’s done. He knows come morning, Yokohama was not going to forget this, and he was likely going to be in even more trouble than he already was for chasing down someone over his own personal hatred.

But he ceased to care, he wasn’t exactly their problem anymore with Amber gone now was he? She’d been his ‘keeper’, and now he was loose in the city. If anyone tried to stop him now, guess they would be the one with the problem child on their hands. How unfortunate for them.

#and who will pay the price; the lost or the damned 💥 bsd verse #I keep mentioning maki burning some places in yokohama so #fire tw - ?#child grooming tw #I suppose I'll tag this for the after effects it's having on him here

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