#cw:abuse

[whimsiandwild]

Pairing: Astarion x Female!reader; Former Gortash x Female!reader

Word Count: 1400

Triggers [PLEASE READ]: Mentions of past abuse, panic attacks, PTSD, verbal abuse, implied non-consensual, hurt/comfort, some fluff at the end.

A/N [PLEASE READ]: So, this is coming from a very personal place upon some revelations I've had today. It's heavy so please don't feel obligated to read it. And please, please don't read it if you are triggered by any of the above; I know how hard it is to deal with this stuff on a daily basis and never want to be the cause for anyone. To anyone who does read it, thank you <3

“Tav, are you alrighht? What’s wrong?”

Icy fingers on your shoulder made you jump, grabbing the offending limb and shoving it off. Spinning around, Astarion grabbed the top of your arms to still you. The concern on his face had never been more genuine.

“Darling, are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine.”

Your smile didn’t reach your eyes and he frowned, taking your hand in his and linking your fingers as he led the party into Wrym’s Rock. He knew something was wrong, and that it had something to do with the man you’d all been summoned by, he just didn’t know why. Gods, you’d always hoped you’d never have to tell him.

There had been telltale signs that he’d recognised as the two of you grew closer, similar things that occurred in him when a particularly awful memory of Cazador resurfaced. He’d asked about it, but you’d always told him it was nothing. Just a bad memory you didn’t need to dwell on. And you hadn’t, not really. Sure, the trauma attached was still there but you could handle it, you had for years. But then you’d seen him before the fight with Ketheric Thorm. A man you’d hoped to never see again, now being ordained archduke of Baldur’s Gate.

The guards showed you into the ceremony hall, your hand sweating in Astarion’s grip as you began the long walk down the aisle; it felt like a lifetime, a force beyond your control forcing your legs to move. You couldn’t look up, feeling bile rise in your throat as you stared at the carpet. Everything you’d worked so hard to forget was coming back to hit you full force. You wanted to hurl, and cry, and scream, and run away. Mostly, you wanted to hurt him. Hurt him the way he’d constantly hurt you, but you knew that was a line you’d never be able to cross.

“Well, well, well. Look what’s been dragged back into my home.”

Your legs almost gave out beneath you, his voice still as charming and alluring as ever, your free hand clinging to your vampire’s shirt sleeve. Astarion had become more than a little concerned by this point, Lae’zel and Gale flanking the two of you.

“Still as ignorant and disobedient as ever,” he scoffed, and you felt Astarion tense beside you, your grip only tightening in an attempt to keep him by your side. “Look at me when I’m speaking!”

Without a moment’s hesitation, your head snapped up and you were staring into the all too familiar eyes of Enver Gortash. Still handsome as ever, and with that vicious glint in his eyes that always occurred when he looked at you, at his property.

He’d been Enver Flymm when you’d first met him. He hadn’t been the most loving of partner’s, but he showed it… in his own way. Soon, however, he got lost. Then Enver Gortash was born. An abusive tyrant who had put you through hell until you’d finally managed to escape. You could still remember that nigt. The way your wrists had bled as you’d tried desperately to break free of your restraints, the painful swelling around your eye and the deep gashes along your legs. The scars seemed to flame against your skin at the memory.

You couldn’t speak. You couldn’t breathe. Why was breathing so hard? How was everyone so seemingly fine? Astarion was staring at you in bewilderment, worry etched into his furrowed brow. You didn’t know what to say, couldn’t think of the words to convey the fear that was threatening to bubble over any minute and make you run screaming.

“Your manners clearly need improvement,” Gortash sneered, his hard, cold gaze never leaving your cowering figure. “Now, it seems we all have some things to discuss, regarding all this ridiculous Absolute business. However, I have a ceremony to begin. You will stay and watch, won’t you, kitten?”

The use of the old pet name he’d used to degrade you was enough to finally break your resolve. Bursting into tears, the last thing you saw as your companions dragged you away was his smug, arrogant smile.

His hands were everywhere. You tugged at your hands but, as always, the bonds were tight and unbreakable. Panic began to flood your veins as he grabbed at you too tightly, bit too harshly, moved your body too roughly. And there was nothing you could do but lay there and let it happen.

“I don’t see why you’re being so difficult, kitten. You’re normally much more compliant.”

Tears leaked from the corners of your eyes and wet your hair, shaking your head in denial. He was lying, you knew he was, but it still caused the same guilt and shame to flare up it always did. He was always so good at making you believe you were the problem, the one who’d done wrong. He’d done it so many time you almost believed him.

With a sharp tug at both your knees, he spread your legs as wide as he could, the sudden jolt of pain shooting up your thighs making you cry out in agony. One hand freed a leg but you weren’t brave enough to move it back. He used his now free hand to run against your core, smirking as he glanced in satisfaction at the slick on his fingers.

“You filthy little bitch. All this protesting and you’re already dying to have me.”

“Enver,” you begged, your lip trembling as he towered over you suddenly. “Please don’t.”

“Shut up!” he shouted, making you flinch and look away. He gripped your chin and forced your tearful eyes to stare at him. “You’ll take it, and you’ll enjoy it.”

You struggled against him as he lined himself up, screaming as he entered you with no care in the world for your wellbeing…

The screaming got louder and louder to your ears until you realised you’d screamed yourself awake, along with your poor partner. Astarion was bewildered as his hands cupped your wet face in an attempt to calm you. You were panting by the time you’d realised you’d been dreaming, your heart close to breaking out of your chest.

“Darling, what happened? What’s wrong?”

“Oh gods… he…. he-!”

You sobbed into your hands, unable to finish your sentence as he cradled you, embracing you for however long you needed him to. Eventually your tears stopped falling, though the ache in your chest wouldn’t fade, no matter how hard you tried to rid yourself of it.

Astarion was more quiet and patient than you’d ever remembered seeing him. He was clearly deep in thought, and you didn’t want to disturb him. Instead, you wrapped yourself around him and enveloped yourself in every aspect that was him. He was your safe space, and you needed to relish in that right now.

���I have to ask, darling,” he said quietly after a long while. “This Gortash,” He all but spat the word. “Did he… did he treat you as Cazador treated me?”

Nodding, you buried your face into his chest as his grip on you tightened. You were relieved he hadn’t asked you to elaborate; you didn’t think you’d ever be able to speak out loud the horrendous things that man had done.

“Tav, please know this, and know it to be true,” His fingers tilted your chin so you were gazing into his liquid crimson eyes. “If he comes near you again, if he merely looks at you, I will rip him to pieces, revive him, and do it all over again. You never need to tell me details; I’m sure I can understand well enough; but know I’m here. I won’t let anyone hurt you like that ever again. I… I love you, darling.”

Breaking down, you let him hold you for the rest of the night, your head on his chest as he comforted you with words of love and soft touches. Sniffing, you dried your face, and sat up on your elbows, staring down at him.

“I… thank you, Astarion,” you whispered, pressing a hard kiss to his lips. “I love you.”

He said nothing, just flashing you that charming smile of his before he pulled you back to him, holding onto you like his livelihood may depend on it. You stayed like this for as long as time would allow, and you’d never felt safer.

#TW: ABUSE #CW:ABUSE #PLEASE READ TRIGGERS #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate #enver gortash #lord gortash #astarion #baldurs gate 3 #astarion x tav #astarion x reader #astarion x you #gortash x reader #gortash x tav #gortash x you

[whumpadventureprompts]

Orders

Caretaker's hand tightens around Whumpee's wrist until they drop the knife.

"What do you think you're doing?" they demand.

"I broke a plate, so I have to be punished," says Whumpee tearfully.

Caretaker looks at the cuts across Whumpee's other arm. They didn't want to play this card, but this had to stop now. "Did I tell you to hurt yourself?" they shout.

"N-No."

"If I'd wanted you to do that, wouldn't I have told you to?"

"Y-Yes."

"If I don't tell you to hurt yourself, don't do it. Clear?"

"Yes, Master."

The word cuts Caretaker's heart the way the knife would have done, but it's better than the alternative. They let go of Whumpee. "Let's get those cuts cleaned up."

#whump #prompt #scenelet #trauma #cw:abuse #cw:self-harm #cw:knife

[feybeasts]

Fuck it, I’m on this now, so let ol’ Fey say this.

If you’ve been through hell like I have, if you’re hurt, if you’ve been abused, traumatized, if you’ve suffered losses both painful and unimaginable in their time, I want you to know two things from someone who is probably your elder, someone who is about a decade past those times, past that hurt, but lives with its scars:

One- It gets better. I promise. You just need to survive today, that’s all anyone has the right to ask of you. If you can’t handle a whole day, survive the next hour, the next minute, and then just each one after that. Survival is enough. I’m sorry I can’t just… hand out clarity and peace, take out a part of me and give it to you to make this easier. I wish I could, to the depths of my heart.

Two- and this is one you probably hear less, but I wish people had told me:

You’re allowed to be angry. You’re allowed to be sad, to cry, to scream, hell, to find something you won’t miss and break it. You’re allowed to find your situation to be unfair and cruel and utter bullshit, because you know what? It is. You don’t deserve to be treated poorly, you are WORTH love, you are WORTH respect, and by god, you’re a wonderful person in a place and a time that sucks.

People who act like things should always be flowery and cheery and positive I’ve found are frequently people who haven’t been through that sort of situation, had to face down something so awful and unthinkable that it paralyzes them to their fucking bones. They might not see it, but when you’re struggling, that… whitewashing of faux-flowery positivity is bullshit. When you’re an animal in survival mode, you just need the tools to survive.

Once you’ve survived- and you WILL survive, I know you will- you can find your way back to happy. I promise that’s waiting for you too.

But let nobody take from you your claws, your fangs, your snarl or your howl. They’re there to protect you, and you hold onto them as long as they’re needed to get by.

#psa #cw:abuse #cw:trauma

[saintdark]

xxGermanBodyShopxx

I have never written a fanfic before! Please be nice, constructive criticism and being rude are two very different things. This is VERY 18+. This chapter has nothing NSFW but several trigger warnings: Abuse, kidnapping, manipulation, age gap, reader is like 18-19 and Strade is like 30 somethin. Everyone is a little OOC, and gender!neutral reader! Also, not very long- still trying to convince myself to actually get out there.

xxGermanBodyShopxx: Hey, just checking in on you kiddo. Need to chat?

xxANONxx: Thanks Strade. Things at home feel like they’re kinda just getting worse but its okay. I don’t want to bother you with it.

xxGermanBodyShopxx: It sounds like it hasn’t gotten better in a while. You’re an adult, why don’t you just leave?

xxANONxx: I wouldn’t have anywhere to go, and my sisters... I can’t abandon them.

xxGermanBodyShopxx: He doesn’t target them, just you. You have me. You can live with me, you know that.

xxANONxx: I’m 3 hours out of your way, I couldn’t.

xxGermanBodyShopxx: Silly Hase. Of course, I’ll get you! You said theres a 711 nearby, correct?

xxANONxx:  ..Yeah. Let’s do it.

We met online almost a year ago to this date, the abuse from home began picking up more and more as I turned 18. Online was truly my only escape, no work because no car. No car because no work. It’s such an unfair cycle, how is someone supposed to tooth and claw their way up in this world? That’s when I met Strade, meeting on a 18+ chat. It was sexual, scary stuff some would call it: discussing rape or cnc, blood play, knife play, rope, etc. It grew into genuine fondness and good conversation of unlike things, and most nights we would call or facetime of some sort. I felt so much less alone.

Those calls meant everything to me, he was very charming and outgoing, and I genuinely could never describe myself that way. He took the lead in every aspect, decisive and sure. He was stable and consistent. All I have ever wanted in a person, in life.

3AM at the Gas Station

 The anxiety in my body was slowly but surely turning into some severe nausea, and shakiness. The gas station was practically empty aside from one older man and the young attendant who looked high out of his mind. “You’re a cutie! Whatcha doin’ in such a shady place pretty lady?” The older man shouts from around the small bend towards me. I freeze, I was too in my own noggin to even consider that someone might question why I was probably looking suspicious. “Oh-I uhm.” The front doorbell jingles and walks in Strade. It was surreal seeing him in person, and honestly, surprised he came. “Ah, sorry to keep you waiting Liebe. Picked us up some food for the drive back home!” My body finally relaxed as I heard and saw the familiar German, fast paced walking towards him, only to be pulled into a tight embrace. “Let’s go home.”

It's a long drive home, but conversation is smooth and it’s like nothing was different. He was still sweet, talkative, if anything he was just more intense. I tried to ignore the missing door handle, he works on cars, right? Maybe something happened and he couldn’t fix it today? I didn’t want to think of why he wouldn’t have fixed it before I got in the car. “So, Hase. There are several ground rules to you living within my home.” He pauses, waiting for a response but only met with a nod.

In exchange for not working and me taking care of you, housework, cooking, cleaning, and some other projects will be for you to do.

You’re going to be presented to the neighborhood as my fiancé. Play. The. Part.

You’ll need to learn some medical basics. Stitches, bandaging, splints, etc. Don’t ask questions.

Behave, do what I say, and I wont do anything to hurt you outside the bedroom, ok?

Where the fuck did this come from?! “I-I What? I thought..” he chortles. “Yeah. I’m sure you did. You were born to be controlled, and you will live that way too. You never were good at making choices for yourself, little hase.” I feel the connection in my synapses click. I felt safe with him because it wasn’t something I didn’t already know. I loved him because he’d think when I didn’t want to. He listened to gather more information to control, not for love. “I’m actually being VERY kind. You wanted out. I got you out, no? You’ll see, youll live quite well compared to… the others I bring home.” His tone was ice. I believed him. Still thought he was a motherfucker for that though.

#btd strade #btd #strade #boyfriend to death #btd2 #strade x reader #authorhaslotsofanxiety #the price of flesh #cw: gore #cw:kidnapping #cw:abuse #cw: manipulation

[eightyuh]

got an ask regarding for Glen that straight up referenced an*mal ab*se. anon was blocked.

you can tease Glen but that was way too far. won't tolerate that kind of behavior.

#mod #cw:abuse

[ericas-spop-blog]

Metatext - Adora and Mind Control

(Apologies folks, this one is going to be kind of long and rambling).

While it’s mostly died down, I do still occasionally see people invoke the idea that in SPoP, Adora was magically mind-controlled by Shadow Weaver to justify why she was so okay with, eg, Shadow Weaver threatening to kill Catra for "disrespect” in the pilot.

And (a) No. Like, I can’t control what you put in your fanfics, but that’s just bullshit. If Adora was meant to be mind controlled in some supernatural way, the show would have told us. 

(b) I do understand where the idea comes from, but, well. Indulge me in a digression. Let’s talk adaptation history.

The 80′s Cartoon

For anyone who isn't aware: In the 80's cartoon, Adora is a Horde Captain, and thinks the Horde are the Good Guys because Shadow Weaver has been mind-controlling her since she was a bitty baby. Over the course of the TV movie/pilot the mind control is broken, the truth that the Evil Horde is Evil is revealed to her, and she joins the rebellion.

It's serviceable and fun, within the constraints of being an 80's Filmation cartoon.

But those constraints are why mind control is part of the story. Genre convention and broadcaster standards required that the Good Guys be unambiguously Good and the Bad Guys be objectively Bad. There is no space in that moral rubric for a Hero to have motives beyond a compulsion to "Do the Right Thing", or have a non-standards-compliant idea of what the “Right Thing” is.

So to have Adora start the story with the (obviously, objectively) Bad Guys, they needed a way to explain away A Good Person doing Evil Things; their answer was Magic Mind Control. Sure, Adora was the one walking and talking and leading enforcement gangs, but she’s not responsible, because the magic is forcing her to be like that.

Breaking the mind control is a bright line moment, in which Adora instantaneously transitions from being a Powerless Victim to being a Hero Who Does The Right Thing.

And this works as a metaphor, largely because Adora is the only character who explicitly grew up in the Horde. While 80s!Adora is an adult in-universe, she’s still intended as a surrogate for the child audience, and the conflicts she faces come through that frame. Children are dependant on their caregivers to filter and contextualize information, and sometimes those caregivers are shitty people who use that power to their own ends. Mind control isn’t a terrible analogy for that. It’s simplistic, but, you know. 80′s Filmation.

The SPoP Pilot Pitch

Again, if you haven’t seen it, there’s a “Story Bible” floating around that was the original pitch for the series. It’s a fascinating insight into how the sausage is made, but the relevant parts are:

Adora (and only Adora) is still Mind-Controlled into thinking the Horde are the good guys

Catra has been cast as, not just a fellow Force Captain(who is Bad and revels in that Badness), but as a childhood friend of Adora’s.

And that’s. Hrm.

It’s not bad per se, but putting these two idea together makes “mind-control” less an analogy for abuse and misinformation, and more a form of special pleading.

It says that while others raised in a bad environment will accept that badness as normal and acceptable, it would require supernatural compulsion to make Adora do the same.

And because that compulsion is supernatural and external, pitch!Adora is, once again, granted absolution. No matter what she did under the Horde, at the end of the day, it wasn’t her fault.

But while this was a central element of the original pitch, it was dropped at some point during the show’s development.

And that’s where it gets interesting.

2018 SPoP

In the show as aired, the below are still true:

Adora is still weirdly compliant, and treats the Horde as The Good Guys even when they’re being openly, indisputably awful in front of her

Catra is still her peer, still someone who has grown up in the same environment

But, in addition:

The metaphors for abuse have been replaced with actual mundane abuse

Adora is no longer the sole target of said abuse

SPoP!Adora is manipulated and lied to, yes; but she is not uniquely so. Catra knows no more than she does - she is, if anything, slightly more in the dark.

And yet Catra knows full damn well that she is being mistreated, that Shadow Weaver is petty, manipulative, and unfair.

So why doesn’t Adora?

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And this is where the great disconnect happens, where a segment of the audience demands an explanation, a revelation of the secret reason for Adora’s awful behaviour. Adora is The Hero, so she must be A Good Person! Why is the show messing this up?

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Which is a failure to understand that the lack of an answer is the answer.

The show fails to grant Adora absolution because there is none to be had. There is no excuse, no trick, no double-top-secret easter egg buried in the background that explains how Adora could not have known, that she was but an innocent babe compelled by forces beyond her control.

SPoP!Adora never gets a bright-line moment of transition between helpless thrall and agency-imbued hero because there was no transition to make.

Adora was abused, yes. She was manipulated, and lied to, and hurt. But for all the power Shadow Weaver had over her, all the pressures applied, she was never mind-controlled. From start to finish, from the earliest flashback to her dreams of a better future, Adora’s agency and her choices - all of them, good and bad - were ultimately wholly her own.

#spop #adora #shadow weaver #media analysis #agency #cw:abuse #abuse #metatext

[verkja]

How about... a robot/AI virtual assistant, similar to Alexa or Siri with their own dedicated device, who learns everything via the internet - they started as a blank slate and look things up as necessary to serve their purpose. One day, their owner gets frustrated and throws them across the room, breaking their network adapter.

Their owner gets rid of them, as they're now useless, but they're either rescued from the garbage bin or somehow get out themself. Only now, they're stuck in an unfamiliar environment with a wildly unbalanced knowledge base and can only learn new things the old-fashioned way, which they have no experience doing.

#there could be physical obstacles to learning too - i'm imagining the character as a little box on wheels #they want to look things up in a library #but they're too light to open the library door and the push-button access switch is too high for them to reach #robot whump #whump prompt #literal garbage #cw:abuse #cw:abandonment #my prompts #...i should actually write some robot whump at some point

[delinquunt]

Oh baby, didn't anybody ever tell you it's rude to talk to me that way? I've been nothing but kind to you. Gave you drinks, brought you home, called you pretty and sweet and good... now I let you have my cock, too, and you're being rude?

#my gay little posts #cw: noncon #cw:abuse

[here-to-cause-suffering]

Major OK KO spoilers below! (Screencap edits of Carl and Let's Fight To The End) as well as future spoilers for the @echo-ko ask blog

Warnings: mentions of abuse, manipulation, being trapped in space, starvation

Sometimes I just like to think about a very specific scene in my Echo!AU— it takes place a little bit after their version of Carl, which landed them on another planet (the name of which is currently unknown— as well as the name of their species, those parts of the au are still wips!)

Their version of Carl has KO ending up on the planet with "Professor Venomous", and a similar conversation to canon happens— but it's revealed that this is really Shadowy Venomous (with a significant influence from Shadowy Figure) and that they're not going him anytime soon. That's what causes TKO to come out of the subconscious— on a whole new planet.

The planet itself is peaceful, and they usually have someone outside playing some quiet form of music— constantly producing sound waves for them to use for their echolocation. There's very few signs, but any sign they have is engraved in multiple spots— including the ground— so it won't be missed. They can visibly be read by those who can see, but for most of them they can be felt clearly. (A playlist of songs with a similar vibe can be found here on Spotify!)

It's specifically a scene that happens after several months of TKO being stuck there with Shadowy. It takes place at night, with Echo!TKO sitting in a dark, nearly empty bedroom that contains only a bed and a desk for furniture. It's hard to make out but he's bruised and dirty, and his wing is freshly wrapped up and in the wing equivalent of a sling. He's barely awake. His finger's run across a booklets pages, as he's trying to memorize the language and it's rules.

He's exhausted, he's injured and cob he's hungry— he wasn't fed that day— and doesn't know if he'll be fed the next day either. But he keeps going, scared to fail. Scared to be punished. And eventually, he ends up passing out at his desk. This happens frequently. No one knows where he is. No one can come save him. Not untill they go back to Earth on their own— but at that point, he's been too manipulated to really believe he's being abused. I can't wait to do an ask blog event on @echo-ko for this scene!

#Spotify #trigger warnings #tw:abuse #abuse #cw:abuse #tw:being stuck in space #being stuck in space #cw: being stuck in space #tw:starvation #starvation #cw:starvation #tw: manipulation #manipulation #cw: manipulation #ok ko #ok ko edits #ok ko au #Echo!OK KO AU #Echo!AU #ok ko lets be heroes au

[puzzleshipping-library]

Hi! I hope you're still accepting fic recs? I got one but it's quite different, and it's Monarchshipping. Hopefully it's relevant to bring here! ❤️

link: https:// www.fanfiction. net/s/13034947/1/ Pharaonic-Internship

I have to preface that this fic isn't for the faint of heart. It deals with dark subjects (sexual assault being quite major) and is often a fic that hits you as much as it gives you hope. Yami essentially got trapped in a contract with the undead Pharoah Atem, who was promised a wife for his sacrifice in saving Egypt. Cue Yami being the wife and uh, not great things happening to him.

What I love about this though was that this fic horrified me as much as it fascinated me. Atem's a full asshole and isn't above manipulating his new wife, but Yami's also depicted as a strong induvidual who just has the shittiest luck imaginable. You get moments of hope and despair that make you really root for Yami, but also moments where you really, really want to punch Atem in the face. Essentially, if you can stomach the bad parts, then you're at least in for a wild ride.

I am always accepting recs!! Thank you for this, monarchshipping always needs more representation!

#submittedrecs #rating:m #status:wip #length:50to100k #2015to2019 #monarchshipping #alternate universe #cw:abuse #trope:imprisonment #genre:angst #ancient egypt #modernau #char:archaeologist #char:pharaoh #library #site:ffn

[sunrisereadings]

I had a good night reading Tennyson and drinking Primitivo but then my abusive ex sent me a message on insta. Now I’m going to spend the night trying to regulate myself again. 

#cw:abuse #I sent out warning messages to other gilrs who may be subject to harassment now and my hand shook so bad its all typos #FUCK THAT DUDE #just a few days after valentines day of course #must mean hes out of jail tho #anti-Frank-tag

[whumpadventureprompts]

Rules

"I just… I just want to know what the rules are," says Whumpee.

Caretaker shakes their head, trying not to get frustrated. "I'm not Whumper; I'm not going to make rules and punish you for breaking them. You're free now."

Whumpee doesn't look convinced.

Caretaker sighs, rubbing their eyes. "OK, fine, if you want rules so bad I'll give you some: You're to get as much rest as you need, eat three square meals a day, and tell me if you need help or space or anything else. OK? And if you don't I'll… I'll look sad at you."

#whump #prompt #scenelet #trauma #recovery #cw:trauma #cw:abuse

[thesadboy]

Listen, I feel the need to defend her whenever this sort of thing is brought up, Idc if it’s prob an overreaction there will be no Cinderslander in this house

#dexrants #dexwatches disney #dexreads fairy tales #cinderella #disney #mine own postsss #bruh some of the common points used against her sound like victim blaming #tw:abuse mention #cw:abuse mention #fairy tales #girlie literally has great inner strength that isn't immediately obvious #imagine being made to feel you're lesser IN YOUR OWN HOME #after losing BOTH of your loving parents #that shit can mess you up

[dearest-painter]

Platonic yandere Miguel x teenager spider-person reader

Reader is like a stubborn person, and likes to put themselves in dangerous situations If it means they can save someone from it, and Miguel doesn't like that, and thinks reader is gonna get themselves killed

I GOT YOU BROSKI!

TW/CW:Abusive behavior,abusive relationship, unhealthy behavior, unhealthy relationship,Yandere behavior,Reader should logically be dead with the amount of dangerous situations their in,Miguel is overprotective x100,Reader is mentioned to be BFFS with Peter B,Tell me if I need to add more

-Miguel hates when you come back to HQ all bruised and injured after being in dangerous situations

-He’s tried to get you to stop but your stubbornness is so annoying! You never listen to him even though he’s the adult and knows better then you! Your just a teenager whose still learning!

-Miguel can get a break of someways when he sees you with Peter B and mayday, he finds it cute when you and mayday play. He just gets jealous with the fact you listen to Peter B and not him

-He has thought of doing something to make you not be a spider person but then that would affect the canon events and also the multi-verse so he just lets you

-He does have a tracker on you because he wants to make sure he knows where you’ll be at all times. Also let’s him find you when your hiding from him

-He’s seen you rush and hold up a building just for the people can escape, you were close to being squashed if you didn’t let go of it in time. He knows you’d do anything to protect others but he doesn’t want you dead

“WHY CAN’T YOU JUST LISTEN TO ME!?”

#yandere #please don’t do this #obession #unhealthy #yandere platonic #platonic yandere #yandere x gender neutral reader #gn reader #yandere x gn reader #x gn reader #gender neutral reader #yandere spider man across the spider verse #spider man reader #teen reader #yandere spiderverse

[eightyuh]

i'm so sorry you had to deal with that! i swear some people need help-

ty lol. like … u can be weird guys but maybe don’t describe in detail how u would inhumanely k*ll a small animal and then liken it to my OC….?? too far.

#mod #cw:abuse

[notalostcausejustyet]

CW:abuse/DV

Sooooo, uh. I thought I was doing better. After the whole step father kerfuffle last week. I had a really bad day and then I shoved everything back in the safe and slammed that fucker shut. And then a random post took my knees out again. And I’m hanging on to not having another damned flashback by the skin of my teeth. So I wrote about it. Because apparently there is four decades of pain and rage in the clench of my jaw that refuses to go back into its tidy box. Have some angst poetry. Sorry.

Consecration

Heartsore and bleeding

An open wound

This gaping maw that will not heal

You haunt me

My body was a temple

Profaned by your prophets

Desecrated under your ministry

You worshipped

At the altar of my indignity

Hymns written in pain

Blue black scriptures on skin

Scraped out of all divinity

A hollow shell

From hallowed ground

I am not what you made of me

An apostate

Your cruelty did not consecrate me

I am what I choose

Disavowed

Holy

#religous themes #religious indoctrination #religious trauma #dv survivor #abuse survivor #childhood abuse #I know I need more therapy but I just got insurance back again and I have bills to pay #i’m working on it #poetry #spilled poetry #spilled words