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I think this fandom is too normal about Petronille. WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE'S ONLY IN HER LATE TEENS/EARLY 20'S WHAT DO YOU MEAN?????
Like like!!!! We don't have a timeline on when Bonnie and Nille ran away from home, but it HAS to be when Bonnie was really young. Bonnie doesn't seem to remember their parents well at all, and the most we hear about them is that they were "mean". So like!!!! Depending on how old you see Bonnie (10-12ish) and how young you think the two ran away, that could range from 5 to 9 years give or take.
Thats!!!! A range!!! At the oldest Nille (say 24) she was 18 or 19 when the two ran away, which is an adult but still pretty young, but the youngest range????? Hello??? If Nille is 19 now, she could have been as young as 11 when she took Bonnie!!!! What!!!!
I don't think that's the case, but still??? If we take the average of those two, Nille would be 16!!! 16!!!!! And taking care of her sibling basically on her own!!! Nille is a kid who had to grow up too fast and take on the world to make sure Bonnie and her could survive!!! Nille's probably been fighting a good chunk of her life for their happiness and that doesn't even ACCOUNT for the abuse their parents messed her up with. And then after EVERYTHING basically sacrificed herself so Bonnie could have a chance to live from the King's Curse!!!!!
And after all that!!!! Suddenly, she's offered protection from 4 random adults who also adore her sibling and want to take care of the both of them??? What do you do with that??? Do you even BELIEVE that??? Can you even trust that someone else than you could be trusted with your baby sibling? That you can let someone else take that responsibility. The responsibility that you took on with your whole heart and soul to the point you made sure that even if you basically DIED for all that mattered, at least Bonnie would have a chance.
You've been asleep for months and woken up in a new reality where you're not your sibling's whole world anymore. They've changed. You weren't there for it. These people Iove Bonnie so much. But do they know them as much as you do??? They weren't there all this time!!! You should know your sibling better than anyone here!!!
And yet. Yet...
You don't know what to make of this. You're happy Bonnie's safe. You're terrified you don't recognize the new parts of them that have shown up without you being there.
Your sibling lives in a whole new world now. They love you. They would come back to it just being the two of you if you pushed it.
But if you do, you're not sure Bonnie would ever forgive you for it.
(Are you seeing my vision??? Do you understand why I'm not normal about Nille????)
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i like the fact that adora gets to confront shadow weaver in s5 and tell her that she will never forgive her. that was nice, it's what shadow weaver deserved and adora also deserved that closure and freedom from her abusive mother's control.
but if the crew really cared about catra so much, wouldn't they give her some closure too? shouldn't they give her a chance to talk to shadow weaver and establish the fact that she is cutting herself away from her abuser and choosing to start anew? but no, all she gets to tell shadow weaver is “this isn't about you, help me save adora”. that's it.
for a show that focuses so much on catra and her trauma, you would think that there would a satisfactory resolution to her relationship with her abuser. but at the end of the day, catra's codependent relationship with her sister matters more than healing or closure from her trauma. at the end of the day, even catra was done dirty by the show writers, all for the sake of some fanservice.
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transcowgirlslut · 2 months
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it's kind of bullshit that people will react with horror to me discussing my fantasies/kinks until i clarify I'm the sub in them. like even my therapist was all like "ohhh it's ok to want to hold power so long as it's consensual" and then clearly relaxed when I clarified I wanted to be the sub.
i love you everyone and with rape kinks, those who want to roleplay kidnapping and abusing someone, i love you i love you i love you. this ain't me fishing for a dom/me to be clear---you are VALUED as a person, outside of your sexual fantasies. I care about you and appreciate you, and there is nothing wrong or bad about you!!!!
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cccat-in-a-meat-sack · 5 months
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me, with both:...
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Since it’s disability pride month, let’s all remember that people with NPD, BPD, ASPD, and any other cluster B disorders are NOT inherently bad people, are NOT destined to be abusers or serial killers, and should NOT be stigmatized for their disorders. Also, the term “Narcissistic abuse” is ableist and also complete bullshit. Yes you can be abused by a narcissist, you can be abused by any type of person. But your abuser having NPD doesn’t make what you experienced a whole different type of abuse. I was emotionally abused by someone with brown hair, but that doesn’t make me a victim of “brunette abuse”. So stop fucking using that term. There is nothing you can go through that makes it ok to further stigmatize a disorder.
If you have ASPD, NPD, BPD, HPD, you are not destined to be a bad person. Having a personality disorder is not your fault in any way. You deserve love and acceptance.
Happy July.
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fieryprime · 10 months
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I think if I hear one more YT channel call that Colleen girl that abused and groomed kids "narcissistic", I'll implode.
Here are some basics:
NPD is a stigmatized disorder.
"Narcissistic" describes a person who has NPD.
I thought people learned this lesson when we removed "psychotic" from the list of insults you can throw around. Guess not.
The words you're looking for are "self-centric", "self-absorbed", "egomaniac", "egotistical".
Being any of the aforementioned does not make you narcissistic.
You can't armchair diagnose people. Yes, not even the shitty ones.
You can't claim that abusive behavior is connected to the person's disorder(s). Abuse is a choice.
By armchair assigning narcissism to shitty people, you are furthering the stigma against narcissistic individuals.
The risks of completing suicide in pwNPD are very high.
Narcissists are not inherently abusive.
Narcissistic abuse does not exist.
Colleen Ballinger is not a person with NPD.
Her actions are her conscious choice; her inability to apologize and make amends has nothing to do with pwNPD.
Leave the term "narcissistic" out of your mouth if you don't know how to use it.
And kindly, shut up about narcissistic traits unless you're narcissistic.
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a-sip-of-milo · 3 months
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Most common responses I get when I post any sort of cluster B positivity:
An extensive trauma dump in an attempt to validate their hatred towards us.
"You sound like a narcissist"
"You're just trying to manipulate us but we won't fall for it"
"This is really invalidating to actual trauma survivors"
"This is why people don't like cluster B's"
"Part of supporting someone with a cluster B disorder is by not enabling their abusive behaviour"
"I'll only support cluster B's if they get help"
Assuming that my opinions are based on a lack of research.
A looooong response about how trauma survivors need to stick together that promptly gets deleted when they realise I myself have a cluster B disorder.
*Posts to r/fakedisordercringe*
Tries to justify the exclusion of an entire group of trauma survivors because "we need to keep ourselves safe from people like you"
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incognitopolls · 8 days
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"Abusive" includes forms of abuse like physical, mental, emotional, or any other form.
We ask your questions so you don’t have to! Submit your questions to have them posted anonymously as polls.
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midnights-dragon · 9 months
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I’m so fucking glad that Heartstopper made it abundantly clear that even if Ben was a hurting, damaged person, that does not make anything that he did okay. That what he did to Charlie will never, ever be okay. That Charlie never, ever has to forgive him. That Ben never deserves that. That nothing Ben does will make what he did okay. Ever. 
And even if Ben becomes a better person, that will never erase what he has done, and it does not ever mean that Charlie has to forgive him. 
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memryse · 9 months
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if mcyt isn’t fiction then
people who create dnd characters that are similar to them in personality are just playing themselves and should not be treated as having made a character
people who make any other dnd character should also be treated as just playing themselves since people refuse to even consider roleplay smps as fiction
any ocs someone puts a bit of themselves into? nope not fiction!
actors who play a character with the same first name as them aren’t really acting
and so on
maybe YOU can’t separate characters and real people and think that everything you see from a youtuber even when they’re explicitly acting is how they are in real life but we as a fandom just don’t have that issue lol. we’ve had disclaimers and indicators for when we’re talking about characters and not content creators for years because a certain smp contained a character having suicidal thoughts as a result of abuse at the hands of another character and we needed to make it absolutely crystal clear that we were referring to a fictional storyline and not real guy #1 being an abuser and real guy #2 being suicidal. these customs have either extended into other corners of mcyt fandom, or some developed their own independently like hispanic mcyt fans have used the word cubito to distinguish mc guy from real life guy from years, a term that other language speakers liked so much we’ve also started picking it up lol
we know exactly what we’re doing. i get that the line maybe does seem more blurred to an outsider looking in (i wouldn’t know given that both my first fandom at age 12 and current fandom at age 20 were mcrp lol) but it’s universally understood amongst us. i don’t have a problem separating hermitcraft!gem and empires s1!gem the wizard with a twin brother and empires s2!gem the princess and cc!gem the real life canadian woman.
idk it rubs me the wrong way that after years of trying to explain this we’re either met with people calling us racists because of three guys that the rest of us (all of us, really, because dream team fans do not claim to be minecraft fans. those are the type to actually write rpf and ship the real life racist guys) hate probably a lot more than any of you do, or they watch a few minutes of a less roleplay-heavy series/part and decide that the entire medium is invalid as a form of storytelling
it’s so annoying. i don’t think we need to be understood to have validity as a fandom we’ve been doing this for years already without that but it is so infuriating and sad how whenever there’s some kind of fandom poll thing one of three things happens
mcyt fans are banned outright and placed on the same level as something like hp
an mcyt fan runs their own and gets harassed for it
a non-mcyt fan allows us in until they get harassed so badly by whatever fandoms we go up against that they end up deleting our bracket
in what world is that normal behaviour. and that harassment always involves calling them all racist cishet white men such as misgendering both eret (real life bisexual genderqueer person) and their character (also queer), attempting to harass jimmy solidarity fans because jimmy makes mc videos so he must be a dream associate (the only time they interacted was in a tournament during which dream and georgenotfound shittalked jimmy’s best friends to his face), all the shit quackity has gotten for being a former friend of the dream team as if he wasn’t the #1 victim of their racism and xenophobia, the fact that any time c!technoblade is involved in a poll we have to beg other fandoms not to talk shit about him because the real life man died of cancer before dream’s grooming allegations came out, similarly when tfc was in one. and so on and so forth. all because people can’t separate roleplay and real life and think that the entire minecraft sphere revolves around dream just because their idea of mcyt does (not even his own smp named after him did that).
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galactic-rhea · 26 days
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i am sooo desperate to see more art of shmi skywalker because i love her so much so thats DEFINITELY my doodle request lol
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The original Skywalker, you're so right about it.
Also I have her a good friend, I'll call her...idk, Tei Demma (she is another slave, obviously).
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pearlcaddy · 1 year
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Lockwood vs. "everyone back home"
LOCKWOOD & CO.
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hyenashark · 2 years
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pov belos
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web-spinning · 2 months
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Imagine your parents never loved you, and you were abused by a devil for the first couple of years of your life, never had anyone that looked out for you, had to fought your own freedom, all your issues made you an awful person, one you could call a tyrant.
Then you meet a person even more deranged than you. But that doesn't matter, because they care. They're the first person in your life who shows you love. They're the first person in your life who look into your eyes and instead of disgust they feel love.
Then they dissapear. The only person that was able to love you, even when your own family couldn't.
The next thing you know you see them again. But they don't remember you. And they've already found a new partner in their new travelling party.
You were replaced, again. No one will ever be able to love you.
No one.
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ameliathornromance · 15 days
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Just wanted to add quick trigger warning: mentions of domestic abuse and assault from husband, but not Orc BF because he's better than that.
This was written and inspired by Run by Daughter, I recommend listening to it while reading <3
“Careful!” Your Orc whispered to you.
Clutching onto the vines of the tower you descended from, you gave a cautious look down to him.
His arms were spread open, wide and prepared to catch you in case you fell.
You couldn’t believe that you were actually doing this. The two of you, imprisoned by the same wretched man were finally getting away.
Your husband, the Earl was an awful man. He was nasty to the servants, if one dared brush too close to him, his bellows of rage were enough to shake the earth.
When something wasn’t done exactly according to the orders the Earl had given you, he would make sure you would get his orders right next time, in the form of a strike to the side of the head.
There were days where you wondered if there was any way out of the suffrage you were forced into. Then your Orc arrived.
The Orc you had fallen for, was captured by the Earl and forced to be your body guard. Your need for a body guard had only become apparent after a run-in with some highway bandits, who took everything of value from your carriage after returning from a Royal Gala. “This creature ought to keep you safe,” your husband proclaimed lazily. After jerking the chain around the Orcs neck, he added, “don’t worry, I’ve made sure he’s tame.”
The two of you lamented over being captured and trapped by the same man. It was strange, the way you two bonded over that. Even more a miracle that the two of you got along together. Both of you shared stories of your lives before you met.
The Orc had been caught by one of many of your dear husbands hunting parties. He and his friends had ambushed him and shackled him. They had beaten him senseless the whole way back to the Manor in which you resided. You apologised for the harsh treatment of your husband. But your Orc dismissed it: “It is not any fault of yours.” He smiled, “I only thank that you are nice, treat me well and sympathise with me.”
You couldn’t recall exactly when you had fallen for your Orc Boyfriend, only that it was some time a few weeks earlier. You and your Orc had been chuckling about something on your way to the dining hall.
You couldn’t remember what it was you were laughing about. Your husband appeared from thin air – and for some reason took great offence to you enjoying yourself – as you arrived at the dining hall.
After shouting obscenities at you, he raised his hand to strike you. Closing your eyes, recoiling, you braced for the sharp flash of pain. Yet nothing happened.
Cautiously, opening your eyes, you saw that your Orc had caught the wrist of the Earl.
Everything was a blur from that point. Your Orc was taken down, dragged out of sight and returned to you later, one of his eyes swelling and turning purple. When you worried over him, he simply smiled at you, “my job is to protect you, my Lady. After all your kindness if I didn’t I…” Your Orc sucked in a deep breath and sighed. “I’d do it again in a heart beat.” It was in that moment, that the two of you knew you loved each other.
Even if you could not say it out loud, you knew he loved you.
It was in the soft touch of his hand on your back when you were anxious, in the smile he gave you as you told him excitedly about a plot twist in a book you read. How he would hold you as you cried into his chest, another scathing from your husband fresh in your mind, from when your Orc couldn’t be there to protect you.
Today had been the last straw for the both of you. Another screaming match, followed by another strike to the face, you and your Orc made the decision to run.
It was now or never. Your Orc had been trying to talk you into it for weeks. The both of you spoke about it in hushed whispers as you walked through your garden. A common, secret excursion, only afforded by your deep sleeping husband and the darkness of night.
Moonlight shone down upon you both as he told you, in a hushed voice: “He would never dare come for us.” He assured you taking your hand, “we could be free, away from that monster.”
“But my family-” You began to protest.
“They are not your family.” Your Orc glowered at you. “Those people knew what that man was like and they gave you to him anyway. What kind of loving family does that?”
He was right, you knew it he was. You hadn’t heard or seen from them in years, only doing what they had to do to be kept comfortable. Your marriage was just that: A means to keep comfortable.
This realisation, broke your resolve to stay. Given what a horrid day it had been, you couldn’t ignore it any longer, the stinging on your cheek a painful reminder. You had to get out of here.
Sucking in a deep breath and turning to that bright shining moonlight, you sighed. “Alright. Let’s do it.”
A few days passed before everything was ready to go, your Orc had been meticulous in his planning. You, yourself, couldn’t do anything to pack, those who were loyal to the Earl – a select few of the servants, who he bothered to treat with some semblance of decency – would tell on your plans. Questions would rise… You didn’t want to find out what would happen if they were asked.
But if it was your body guard, no one would dare question the Orc sauntering through the halls, clearly on an important mission.
Finally, the day came when you two would set off. You did your best to act like there was nothing amiss, doing your duties with your Orc following behind you. He was more vigilant than usual. Although your husband had gone hunting for the day, whose to say that he would return with nothing, furious with his lack of game and try to take it out on you.
When night fell, the two of you made for the salon. It wasn’t time to go just yet. The sun had coloured the sky orange, the two of you would need the cover of night. As soon as the two of you were out of sight of prying eyes, he cupped your face with his hands and kissed your lips.
“I will go and get the horse ready and collect our supplies,” Your Orc whispered to you. “When the Earl is asleep, you climb out of the window and I’ll be waiting down by the bottom of the tower.”
“What if I slip?”
“Then I will catch you, my Love.” Your Orc smiled.
Letting out a soft chuckle, you rubbed your thumbs over the back of his hand, clutching onto them. “I love you.” You told him.
“I love you too.”
The two of you departed to your respected quarters after that.
You had prepared a special drink for your husband that night. It was nothing dangerous, just a sedative your Orc had managed to get a hold of. Before bed, you offered it to your husband.
“You’ve been stressed recently.” You lied as your husband entered your bedroom. “So I made you some Camomile tea.”
The Earl hmphed. Snatching the tea cup and saucer from your hand, he gulped it down in one go, without saying a word to you. This was how he was when he wasn’t berating you.
You were glad you’d never have to breathe the same air as this man ever again.
Within moments of getting into bed, he was asleep.
And here you were now, descending the tower wall. The drop, coupled with the soft blushes of wind made you question why you couldn’t have just taken the stairs. But the thought of being spotted making an escape made you shudder.
As if sensing your unease, he vine in your left hand quivered, then snapped. You let out a shriek, causing you to lose your grip, your feet slipping. Grasping onto any remaining vines you could, your body soared away from the safety of the tower.
Your Orc caught you within seconds, your shout silenced with a hand clapped to your mouth, mortified by your mistake.
Heart thumping in your chest, you looked up at your Orc Boyfriend. His eyes were fixed on the bedroom window. Neither of you moved, still as statues, waiting for someone to come looking for the source of distress.
The wind blew, trees rustled and leaves billowed in the breeze. But no guard came by, and your husband did not stir.
Sighing with relief, your Orc set you down on the ground and whispered, “you’re not hurt, are you love?”
You shook your head, “sorry.” You breathed.
Your Orc Boyfriend shook his head, smiling, “let’s get out of here, quickly. Last I knew, my clan were headed East.”
Holding his hand, the both of you took off into the forest, never to be subject to the torture of man again.
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rolling-harbinger · 2 years
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Bro, this poor kid is so obviously physically abused.
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He literally would’ve gotten cut here if he didn’t move his head to the side. And even then, it still barely cut a bit of his hair.
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From this scene I have a feeling that Hunter has dealt with Belos’s cursed form head on before, from the way he looks away as if afraid.
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Or how here he just tenses up and closes his eyes, expecting to get hit, as if getting hit is a normal punishment for him.
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Look at the way he flinches and tenses up, when all Belos did was snatch the key. It’s like he was expecting Belos to hurt him.
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The way he flinches when Belos flicks his hair. Like he expects a hit.
And then there are things Hunter says that tells us he is abused.
“The emperor is not a merciful man” probably saying that out of experience.
“Come back with results, or else…” he probably would get hit if he didn’t come back with results
“I can’t go back empty handed… not again” he will get hurt if he comes back empty handed (like he almost did)
As someone who has been physically abused, a lot of Hunters mannerisms (like the way he flinches, closes his eyes, and tenses up when near that person (or even other people), even if they aren’t doing anything real threatening) reminds me a lot of myself. I fully believe he is physically abused, and if it’s revealed that he isn’t I will be genuinely shocked, because all of his mannerisms add up.
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