#dysfunctional family tw

[werewolfroman]

WHERE: Paranormal Beans & Comics WHO: @matthewbaudelaire & @duderosiers

Just a couple hours before noon, before Roman stirred awake from his slumber.  The oncoming headache caused him to groan, why did he have to kill that cheap bottle of whiskey last night?  Still, he pushed forward knowing today was an important chapter in his life.  A day that could set the standard between Matthew and himself.  Perhaps, if things went well it meant he could finally have that relationship he longed for all these years.  Or it could do the opposite and completely turn Matthew away from him, the odds currently were 50/50.

Roman was hoping to strengthen his odds as he stepped in the shower and cleaned off the stench of the auto shop, whiskey and who knows what other stenches clinging to him.  Once out, he stared at himself and began grooming himself.  It had been awhile since he trimmed his beard and today he had real reason to groom himself, truth be told it had been awhile since he cared to put in any effort in his appearance.  Hell, he even got out the nice underwear that didn’t have holes in it.  Although it was casual, Matthew didn’t really give Roman much to go off, besides where to meet and what time.  So, he decided to dress nice and not in his usual jeans and white tank top.  Instead, he got out some black slacks, nice leather shoes hidden in his closet and a nice button up shirt.  Only problem, the clothes practically swallowed his thin stature, strange what less than two years could do to someone.  But, any of his other nice clothes would do the same so he decided to go with it.  Maybe, it would be a point in his favor that he at least attempted to put in effort.

Call it military training, always needing to show up at least fifteen minutes early.  After all, if you’re not early, you’re late.  A motto drilled into the wolf when he signed his life way to the government all those years ago.  In his truck, he looked into the mirror to check himself once more.  You can do this.  In reality, he was not exactly sure if those words rang true.  The man pulled out his wallet and then lifted his wife’s picture from its spot to stare at the beautiful woman for a couple minutes.  “Corey says our son is happy,” he softly spoke to the photo, his eyes starting to water.  “I don’t believe in a lot, but I do believe in you.  Give me strength.”  Sure, it was just a picture of the woman he loved all these years from when they first got married, but she was the closest thing to G-d he ever knew.

Before he exited the truck, he reached down and pulled out his flask and took two swigs so his nerves would calm and his hands wouldn’t be shaking at the table.  And just like many like him, he kept a small bottle of mouthwash in his truck to mask the scent of whiskey on his breath.  “Alright, you got this.”  Another few words of encouragement as he exited his truck and headed inside.  When he entered, he didn’t see Matthew and checked down at his phone to see he still had some time to spare.  His dark eyes scanned the place, the area was fairly open.  Most likely the reason his eldest chose this place.  Somewhere where he would not cause a scene, somewhere very public.  Finding the furthest table from the entrance, he sat with his back against the wall…another military training stuck in his mind as he waited patiently

#(chat | matthew) #(matthew | 008) #(chat | jean-claude) #(jean-claude | 001) #alcoholism tw #dysfunctional family tw

[adoranoia]

natsuki hcs? natsuki hcs!-- 1) her dad is more just very neglectful then outright physically abusive, as is it implied in act two--he's either drunk or asleep, leaving natsuki to fend for herself around the house. cleaning, cooking, etc. he works an graveyard shift, and does bring home some money, but it's almost never used on food or supplies, sadly. 1.5) when her and her dad do speak, it is brief and tense, and he's often too out of it to even really realize who she is, often calling her the wrong name entirely. he wasn't like this until after her mother's death as a young child. 2) she has a older sister, keiko, who ran away from home a few years back, unable to take their living situation any longer. they are not in contact, and while natsuki Gets It, she does resent her sister a bit for leaving her behind. 3) her hair is actually dyed pink, her original hair color is a very light blonde--she dyed it to hopefully catch her dad's attention, even if it ended up with her getting yelled at. he didn't notice. 4) in lighter news, is a cosplay, and fashion nerd in general! sews up costumes and different outfits via her own old clothes, hand-me-downs from cousins and the like, and stuff her friends have given her. would totally love to go to a convention, if she could afford it. hides this stuff from her dad, though. 5) she smokes, sometimes. a habit she picked up from a mix of being around her dad who smokes and getting curious, and old friends that do it, too, that got her into it.

#* && OOC #* && NATSUKI /// SWEET; CUTESY ! #i'm still developing my natsuki muse admittedly. i've had sayori and yuri for a long time now. at least a few years but i didn't pick up #nattie until semi-recently. so. #we're figuring her out together <3 #child abuse tw #neglect tw #dysfunctional family tw #smoking tw #parental death tw #lots of tags whew boy forgive me if i missed anything

[greywoodrpg]

𝕛𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕖 𝕣𝕙𝕖𝕥𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕟

he was born thirty-five years ago, is a human and lives in white oaks as a salvage operator. he looks an awful lot like michael vlamis.

"Now it's all residue, you're just a memory I wake up to I'm haunted by the ghost of you."

tw: dysfunctional family, alcoholism, child neglect, abandonment

There's nothing too special or remarkable to anyone's story, because they all have some trials and tribulations... they all have their ups and downs. Just depends when you drop in. Jesse Cowen's story is no different. It's certainly shaped him into the man he is today, though to say if he's a good or bad man is still up for debate. Like mentioned before, it depends when you drop in. If one is hard-pressed to label him anything, it might be some muddied middle-of-the-road conundrum- one you're not sure if you can or can't trust, let alone count on. You'd be better off flipping a coin to decide. No, of course he wasn't always so confusing and walled off. Maybe if his parents had bothered to care a little bit more, the man might have better guidance and discipline to him. Instead, his old man cared more to haggle about which curse word was best in a situation and insisted he didn't take crap from anyone, even if it cost him another job. His mom was just another trapped woman who got herself knocked up with the wrong man she couldn't get out from under, and it was hit or miss whether she'd look upon her children with a tender eye. Their home was rife with that stale, cigarette-and-vodka stench, and it was a good day if empty containers actually made it into the bin. Neither of them were really meant to be parents and everyone knew it, too... But that was their problem. At least he had his sister. Well, had his sister, yeah. His elder by just a few years, she was better mother to Jesse than his mom ever had been, which wasn't fair to either of them. She made sure he was inside by the time the streetlights came on. She made sure he went to bed with something in his stomach. She made sure he at least made some effort with his schoolwork. They would be thick as thieves one moment, and resentful of each other the next. Sometimes it was nice to have each other- sometimes, it sucked because you only had each other. Mom gave up at some point- just up and decided she deserved better, wanted more for herself, and that didn't include any of them. And dad... Well, they all knew he wouldn't hold up alone with two kids. He tried to dump them on the grandparents, and they weren't in any shape to even help themselves at their elderly years. Any semblance of structure broke down and both struggled with the knowledge nobody wanted them. Nothing but a couple of troublemakers, right, that landed themselves where people gossiped they would. Then one day, even she was gone. The circumstances of that, Jesse still doesn't know. Any hope in him, says she was taken. In the deep dark places he doesn't talk about, he knows she left too. He saw her with that strange person that was far more special than either of them would ever be, and she didn't look forced to go at all. But, call it what you will, Jesse refused she would just leave him behind. They took her, and he would find where, one day. He's been chasing her every day since. Greywood, he heard, was the next place to look.

“what power did he attain when settling in greywood?”

Intuitive aptitude- Jesse has always been one of those people prone to self-sabotage behavior. His work would be right, but the answer wrong. A smart guy, if he'd only let himself be. One of those frustrating idiots that intentionally stunts whatever growth you know he is capable of, because screw you and whatever you think he can and should do. That gift, if one can call it so, only came into sharper focus when he crossed into Greywood's territory. Before, he could figure his way through something probably, if he actually put his mind to it. Here, it's almost automatic, almost too easy, if he really wanted it to be. Problem is, he doesn't always care to let it be so. As they used to say when he was a kid, it's all wasted on him.

penned by... pea

#town rp #mature rp #oc rp #supernatural rp #horror rp #literate rp #taken #human #michael vlamis fc #abandonment tw #dysfunctional family tw #child neglect tw #alcoholism tw

[florietiae]

michael's back is turned, and he's intent on keeping it that way. he's so tired. so unbelievably fucking tired. tired of the same damn argument every time. tired of the back and forth. so he's resolute in the idea that his father won't get to see him like this. frazzled and angry and completely done. so he tries to breathe. one foot in front of the other. keep it together, mike. just don't look back. don't you dare.

but then william speaks. & something in michael snaps. whirling around before he can think. ( damn it. ) ❛ — no ! ❜ the word is a tear from his throat, desperate and searing. ❛ no, that's not what i want. you arrogant, selfish — ❜ fuck. fuck. stop, calm down. this isn't getting you anywhere. ❛ what i want is for you to tell me you don't want me like this. that you'd give up the rest of your life if you could have us back to the way we were. ❜ and then, an even quieter. ❛ i just want you to be my dad. ❜

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓. starters for angsty conversations. ❛ i failed you. is that what you want me to say ? ❜ for will and mike. sent from @spring-lxcked !

#spring-lxcked #𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 — mike afton. #dysfunctional family tw #my heart is on the floor thanks. #anyway can i send smth cute to make up for this -- #fnaf media cw

[wangxian-on-repeat]

Wei Wuxian, as Madam Yu and Jiang Fengmian have yet another public meltdown: well this is inconvenient

#wei wuxian #wei ying #dysfunctional family tw #mdzs #cql #the untamed #mdzs meme #cql meme #the untamed meme #incorrect mdzs #incorrect cql #incorrect the untamed

[zaina-castillo]

LOCATION: Matthew’s Place WHO: @matthewbaudelaire​

The texts exchanged had Zaina concerned over Matthew’s well being.  Anytime it came to the man’s father, something inside him would break and it hurt knowing there was very little she could do to comfort him.  While the two dated, they shared intimate parts of themselves.  Matthew was one of the few people in her life that knew she had a brother out there that she wished to resolve things with.  And, she knew some of the most horrific experiences in Matthew’s life concerning his family.  Once they ended their texts, she quickly got dressed and headed out the door.  On the way to Matthew’s she stopped at a small local grocery store and picked up several items.  Stuff for her to make her meal, but a few snacks and other things to make sure he had a nice balance of different foods stashed at his place so he wouldn't starve anytime soon.

With the plastic bags in her hands, she was outside Matthew’s door.  For a moment she hesitated about going inside and was tempted to just leave the bags at his front door and send him a text that there was food for him.  Yes, she knew he wanted her to comfort him during this troubling time.  However, things between them have not been great.  The kiss he initiated and then walked away from sent her into a near frenzy and it was alarming how little control she had when it came to the human.

It took a few minutes, but the raven haired beauty stepped through the threshold and looked around the place.  “Here, heading to the kitchen.”  She called out.  The vampire had been there numerous times during their relationship and she knew her way around everything.  As she got into the kitchen, she started putting the items away that he would use later and kept the ingredients for the meal she was going to cook out.  Not wasting anytime, she started cutting up items, dicing things and getting everything prepared.

#(chat | matthew) #(matthew | 001) #dysfunctional family tw #toxic relationship tw

[knaiive]

suzie grew up with completely overbearing parents, suzie’s entire life was planned out for her before she was even born, and the bar of being good enough was something that they always held just out of her reach, whatever she did, whatever she did accomplish, high grades, 4.0 gpa, honor roll, perfect attendance, was another ‘okay, i guess. but,–’ and  ’oh, the neighbor’s kid did better! why can’t you be more like them?’.

suzie felt suffocated, trapped, looking for any release from the stress of her current life, especially as the years crawled by towards graduation.

near the end of her freshman year she tagged along to her first high school party with a classmate/childhood friend of hers, julie. that’s when she was introduced to joey, who would come to be a close friend. eventually, some time down the line, frank as well. her grades fell from straight A’s to C’s and occasionally B-’s, perfect attendance no more, and spotless student record no longer so spotless.

this was only the start of her descend into her life of ‘teenaged rebellion’, and she soon found who she thought of as a family within what they came to call ‘the legion’. and with them, for the first time in a long time, suzie was happy. she found the mask she and the others bore a comfort, an escape, breaking out from her shell, wild and bright underneath. it was a time to pretend to be someone else. someone who didn’t have a constant stress pulling her down, who didn’t have to care about ‘this’ and ‘that’ all the time.

the incident that lead the legion to be taken by the fog isn’t exactly something suzie looks back on with fond memories. the opposite, really. she was so honestly deeply truly terrified, so sure that she was going to wake up any second and it’d all be a bad dream. frozen in place due to the overwhelming sense of dread, shaking and teary eyed as frank took her hands in his, plunging the knife into that… creeps throat, since she unable to do it herself.

but even then, even in that moment, even when scared out of her mind, she wouldn’t of even dreamed about leaving them behind, because they were her best friends, and she loved them. so really, following them to the end wasn’t even a choice in her mind. she had told them she’d be there for them no matter what, it wasn’t something she planned to go back on.

even if she cried the whole drive up to the mountain, even with the anger and fear that boiled inside her… they were in this together, they always have been.

#* && OOC #SHY /// NAIVE : ( SUZIE / SELF ! ) #hi bestiesssssss <3 first offical reposted suzie hc! don't mind me :jazzhands: #dysfunctional family tw #murder tw #long post tw

[thad-spaulding]

Over four years since the passing of his wife during childbirth of their daughter, Thaddeus had been nearly absent to all social events of the season much to his mother’s dismay.  However, tonight he did not receive the opportunity to deny the invitation and his darling younger sister was not there to step up on his behalf.  His mother acted deviously behind his back to force him back into the world he never fully belonged to.

“Thaddeus Reed Augustus,” the woman commented in a stern shrilling voice as he stood there while the servants assisted him in the proper attire for the evening. 

“Yes, mother?” 

The woman stepped into his quarters and stared at him, shaking her head.  “Your hair has gotten long and your curls are showing,” the older woman took in a breath of disappointment as she studied her son’s appearance making comments about his appearance.  Over the years, he had learned to tune her out but occasionally one of her remarks made its way through.  “Remember son, you are representing your father this evening since he is unable to attend.  Not only that, you need to find a bride.  You’re a nobleman with no heir.”  For Thaddeus, it was frustrating because he had a child but because of her sex she could not inherit property.

As the two of them arrived, Thaddeus escorted his mother inside and they paused just inside the door ready to be announced.  Once their titles and names were present for the whole court, they walked in to see an extravagant event taking place.  Everyone in the latest fashions from Paris, trays of champagne being served.  Thaddeus quickly lifted a flute of champagne and stepped towards a dark corner to try and remain hidden for the evening.  The man never quite understood the reasoning for these events.

“You do not belong here.”

A voice came from just a few feet away.  Thaddeus turned the corner to see a servant speaking to a man that appeared to be out of place.  At first, he remained in place curious on the matter at hand but as the servant was about to escort the other male away, Thaddeus stepped forward.

“Pardon me,” he interrupted.  “This young man is my personal guest, I shall have to ask you to take your hands off him.” 

Panicked, the servant looked up to Thaddeus then back towards the man he was holding.  “M’apolgies sir.”  He lowered his head towards Thaddeus as he released his grip.  “I was mistaken,” he kept his head low as he took a few steps back, not wanting to make eye contact with Thaddeus.

Once the servant was out of sight, Thaddeus lifted a brow.  “ Well hello,” he greeted the other male completely intrigued.  “May I offer you a drink young sir?” @duderosiers

#(chat | jean claude) #(jean claude | 002) #(au) #let me know if this works #dysfunctional family tw #death mention tw

[belamcandas]

headcanon 001.

the night that dante and his mom stopped talking had been a busy one, his manager was swearing up and down the house, people calling to see if dante could give a statement. his social media blowing up in his face, people defending them or hoping they'd fall off the face of the planet. in the chaos of it all there was a moment of silence when dante had found samuel in his room building legos, his hands shaking slightly. there were too many people in the house, more than his little brother was comfortable with. dante is a lot of things, but he's loyal to those that he deems worthy, and he'd always put his siblings first. he remembers sitting down across from him, reaching out to grab one of the pieces of the set they've been on and off building for a month now. dante had been so busy being everywhere else that he forgot to be here. "i think i'm going to have to live with my dad and sisters for a bit. until i settle on a place." dante says quietly, he looks at his brother who furrows his brow. his mouth twitches at the side. he was just a kid then, still a kid now in dante's eyes, but he's used to seeing this ugly side to his brother and dante hates that. "i don't want you to go," samuel had said back. "i know," dante never cried but he felt like it. the last time he cried had been when he was a kid. he learned from a young age on how to compartmentalize your emotions in boxes, especially when it came to the press. "mom and i aren't very good for each other." he ran his fingers through his brother's hair like their mum used to do when they were much smaller. "we love each other, but i don't think we can.. i don't think we can coexist in each other's lives like this anymore." he promised that he was still going to see his brother. he still hasn't broken that one yet.

#━━ ❛❛ // DANTE DOMINGUEZ HERRERA ! ¦ you were always gold to me . 「 ft. samuel guerrero ! 」 #dysfunctional family tw #━━ ❛❛ // DANTE DOMINGUEZ HERRERA ! ¦ something is happening to me a change that i can’t see . 「 headcanons ! 」

[werewolfroman]

LOCATION: Greywood Historic Library WHO: @kaylabaudelaire

Outside his home, there seemed to be two sanctuaries for Roman where he could relax and decompress from a difficult day, week, month, year…hell life.  The Den, where he drank himself silly to numb his pain and the library.  A while ago, he would have ended up at the bar, but lately he had been cutting back and trying not to rely on the alcohol as much although he wasn’t doing the best at it.  So he ended up at the library with his nose in a book.

Several hours passed when he finished the last chapter and was about to return the book when he noticed the woman that resembled his mother.  “You got to be fucking kidding me,” he mumbled under his breath.  Just the sight caused his blood pressure to spike.

Roman stood up and walked over towards her.  “What the hell are you still doing in Greywood?”  He questioned in an angry whisper. “Why are you here?”

#(chat | kayla) #(kayla | 002) #dysfunctional family tw #alcoholism mention tw

[adoranoia]

a newer/recent hc i've thought up for yuri is--she has a young -er half-sister named hana fujikawa, she's in her last year of junior high school/middleschool. while yuri is very much aware of their familial connection, the other is decidedly not. ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ yuri's father cheated with another woman years ago, and sends them certain amounts of money to keep the mother quiet, and content. yuri had found one of the checks he wrote, while digg -ing through her father's desk for something else he'd asked for.‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ yuri has seen hana out in town, and they've even ran into each other directly once when hana briefly visited the school yuri attends. yuri doesn't have the heart to reach out, scared to make the young girl get involved, considering how sucky the ohnishi parent's are. ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ especially because hana seems so... well, normal. happy. ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎

#* && OOC #* && YURI /// DEEP; BROODING ! #anyway back to playing a ddlc mod #i think its neat tho. all my ddlc muses have different flavors of siblings and issues relating to it y'know #sayori is the older sister to a much younger brother who she has to help raise and put on a smile for in face of their bad situation #aka their dad being sick #natsuki has a older sister that left their abusive home and in turn natsuki to deal with everything herself and while she doesn't blame her #she does still resent her a little #and yuri........ gestures #dysfunctional family tw #cheating tw #infidelity tw

[greywoodrpg]

𝕘𝕦𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕪

she was born forty-eight years ago, is a witch and lives in acacia heights as a poetry writer and children illustrator and is in the three roots circle coven. she looks an awful lot like eva green.

"I'm in the corner, watching you kiss her, oh I'm right over here, why can't you see me, oh I'm giving it my all, but I'm not the girl you're taking home."

tw: death, dysfunctional family, illness

Guinevere has five sisters, though after the loss of one of them the sisters fell apart. She found herself grieving the most, but she didn't have the heart to hate Roman for the things he had done - he has his children for that resentment. Because Guinevere has been jealous of the love that Roman and Carine held for one another. Because there was love there and that was something Guinevere has long forgotten. Guinevere had been married three times, and all times her husbands died an unfortunate death. The first one slipped in a drunken haze of the stairs of the family home. The second one died of an unfortunate illness and the third one well she had married him for his money and he died of old age. She was known as an enchantress, seductive yet cold. But never had she felt love as strongly as she had felt it when she had fallen in love with the man she shouldn't and could never have: roman himself. She could never pain her sister and she could never speak of these affections for her ex-brother in law, who has changed from the man she found so endearing into a man who has lost his way. as soon as she saw him she knew she should stay away as far as possible from him, but somewhere in her heart she wonders, if the man she once loved still exists in that empty looking shell of a man he is now.

“what power did she attain when settling in greywood?”

She has the magic to heal broken hearts, but also grant them the chance to make any species fall in love with whoever they chose to. The downside? She can't make anyone fall in love with her on purpose. It's limited to aiding those lovesick fools in Greywood. Everyone deserves their chance of happiness do they not?

penned by... naomi

#town rp #mature rp #oc rp #supernatural rp #horror rp #literate rp #taken #witch #eva green fc #death tw #dysfunctional family tw #illness tw

[wangxian-on-repeat]

Thirteen-year-old Jiang Yanli, amidst her shouting parents and her crying brothers: this is fine

#something something coping mechanisms something #dysfunctional family tw #jiang yanli #mdzs #cql #the untamed #mdzs meme #cql meme #the untamed meme #incorrect mdzs #incorrect cql #incorrect the untamed

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

anyone else have multiple traumatic memories associated specifically with holidays/family vacations? because that is a topic I never see discussed in all the So You Had A Shitty Childhood, Now What? self-help books i've been reading. but for me, it was a significant thing. and the more i think about it the more it seems like this would be an (unfortunately) common experience. would be grateful to hear if this matches other peoples' experiences...

#not a shitpost #serious post #ask to tag #tw trauma #cptsd #c-ptsd #and if so we should TALK about it #because it means there are a whole group of survivors out there whose mental health regularly worsens during holidays #like i know i am most certainly not the only person who feels an undefined Dread hanging over christmas/my birthday/july 4 etc #bc too many shitty things happened during those times and now my brain is hypervigilant bc traditionally these are the Danger Times #and this seems like it would be particularly common for survivors of abusive/dysfunctional households (aka most people with c-ptsd) #because holidays/vacations typically mean 1) the whole family is together/being forced to interact #2) and undergoing external stressors e.g. travel/relatives aka 'outsiders' visiting/routines & coping mechanisms being interrupted etc #3) there is social pressure for this to be a Fun Family Bonding Experience which only highlights the cracks in the foundation #and exposes the common Everything Is Fine/We Are A Happy Family lie #4) the cognitive dissonance of feeling tired/anxious/stressed/afraid during a time when you are 'supposed' to be Making Good Memories #and then everyone is angry/tired/anxious/triggered and things boil over and something or someone goes Very Wrong #weird that i'm posting this in october when halloween is...sort of the ONLY holiday i have only good and happy feelings towards #i got lucky there #also i have positive feelings towards Labor Day but that's for socialist reasons

[goldenchildminmin]

Do you think you're a family disappointment?

"Think? Oh, darling, I know it!"

#::Minho #::Answered #::Asks #dysfunctional family tw

[nicholasbaudelaire]

Do you think your dad will change for the better?

This is a hard question to answer because... well I'm a doctor, I've seen miracles so I don't think it's naïve to hold onto hope, but... well, he couldn't change for his family back in the day, I don't know what it would take to get him to change...

Feels like a betrayal just thinking that though. .

#alcohol mention tw #alcoholism tw #addiction tw #romanbaudelaire #dysfunctional family tw