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gingersnapppies · 3 years

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Roleplay Time!

Hi! This might be a bit long, but bear with me! I am wanting to rp with some amazing people, but lately the people I rp with either never show up, or just not respond for weeks! I am looking for someone who would love to rp with me and tell me where they are going if they need to go somewhere!

I will only do MXM or FXF because straight stuff is too boring lmao and I’m gay as hell so we must make it gay! I also love poly ships as well (But they should have at least two people of the same sex) and I usually play one of the people but I can try and play two!

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I am a super laid back individual and I would love to also make a good friend while rping! There are just some important things that YOU need to do for me! -

- Be 18+- I cannot stress this enough because I do NSFW themes as well as gore! I am usually okay with super dark stuff as well! And for the NSFW themes, I play bottoms!

- Be Literate- Many people I rp with only do a few sentences. No way! I am looking for someone for 3 paragraphs MINIMUM so we can both bring depth to the story!

- Be on Discord- I only play on discord, so if you do want to message me, I will leave my name down below so we can chat! Or if I forget, just send me a dm on here so I can give it to you!

- Able to Play Side Characters- To add depth to the story, please be able to play side characters such as background people or possibly a love rival if necessary because I will be doing it as well!

- Open to Oc Rp/Fandom Rp- I am okay with either/or! I just want this to be interesting so not just canon x canon all the time!

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I have some Fandoms I am in as well, so here they are! If we don’t want to do any canon characters in it, using oc’s would be fine as well! But next to the fandoms are ships I would love to do with Bold as my character!

- Star Wars: Obi Wan x Anakin , Obi Wan x Qui Gon , Obi Wan x Male Oc, Qui Gon x Obi Wan, Qui Gon x Dooku, Obi Wan x Dooku, Female Oc x Male Oc/Character

-Sonic the Hedgehog: Sonic x Shadow, Movie Sonic x Movie Knuckles, Sonic x Male Oc

- Helluva Boss: Stolas x Blitzo

- Lego Monkie Kid: Wukong x Macaque (PLEASE), Red Son x MK

-Mao Mao Heroes of Pure Heart: Mao Mao x Badgerclops, Mao Mao x Male Oc

-Bridgerton: Antony x Male Oc, Antony x Benedict, Antony x Simon

-ROTMNT: Leo x Anyone who is Male

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Now Here are Genres I am Very Interested In!

- Cyberpunk

-Victorian/Historical (Such as Bridgerton!)

- High Level Fantasy

- Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics

- High Level Sci Fi

- Harry Potter/Magic Au

- Action/Secret Agents

-Pirates

-Circus

-Noir

-Horror

- Psychological Horror

As stated above, I can go pretty dark, so be prepared and be smutty lmao!

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But yea, that’s pretty much it! I hope to wrangle in some fellow rpers because I am bored and I wish to be with people! Here is my discord tag:

GingerSnappies#1007

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jester-writing-things · 3 years

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Ahh I saw that you do Mao Mao :0 could you do Mao Mao with a fox s/o?

Mao Mao with a fox s/o

When he first met you he was suspicious, not to be rude but foxes sly, conniving animals and the last one he met was trying to scam an entire village and was fine with people getting hurt as long as he got money

He follows you around a bit to see what you’re like, he’s honestly surprised when he sees you helping the citizens, you act so kind towards them despite how annoying they can be. You have infinite patience, don’t you?

He starts talking to you face to face and finds your actually nice to talk to. He has found out your great at stealth and ask you to teach him some things.

You’ve jumped out of the shadiws and scared him on more than one occasion, despite how much your fur sticks out and how tall you are you melt in the shadows.

He envies your tail, it’s so floofy and long. It’s gracious, elegant and looks perfect on you.

He even tries recruiting you, though you prefer to just keep to yourself. Fighting monsters sent something you want to do.

You basically get to mother Adorabat. You also babysit her on especially ‘dangerous’ missions. Mao Mao was so relived when you were able to keep Adorabat entertained while he went to the grocery store, it’s so hard to shop with a hyper child grabbing things

Badgerclops like you, you compliment his inventions and give him the self esteem boost he needs.

You’re accepted into the family fairly easily. When you’re parents said to go out and make a family you were certain they didn’t mean this but you like it.

#mao mao #mao mao: heroes of pure heart #mao mao x reader #headcanons #headcanon #badgerclops #adorabat

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realfuurikuuri · 3 years

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Chapters: 20/? Fandom: Mao Mao: Heroes of Pure Heart (Cartoon) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Mao Mao/Tanya Keys, Mao mao/badgerclops

A/N: Finally managed to get out chapter 20, so alls of y’alls should go read it.

Direct Link to Ao3 Chapter 20

Chapter under the cut:

The day was ending. The setting sun lit the sky on fire with orange and deep blue. On better days, Mao Mao might have been able to take a second and enjoy it. Instead, there was this ...feeling overwhelming his insides. He could feel it in his fingers and in his toes. Maybe it would be better to say he couldn’t feel it. Like he’d completely burned it would out every emotion he could possibly feel and was left with nothing.

When was the last time he had a “better day”?

Maybe when he was sitting in his mother’s lap at barely five years old. They were vaguely remembered moments. The two of them sitting in the garden at dusk as he fidgeted with childish energy. Unsure of what they were doing, yet enjoying the moment so much he was unable to stop. Of course, those moments had to end. Childhood gives way to adolescence and then finally adulthood.

There were the times he spent with Tanya. It was nice. Free from most of his shackles. The shadow of the Mao-clan wasn’t constantly looming behind him when he had a family of his own in front of him. Then all of that had to come crashing down around him, leaving him only with that damnable shadow.

Then there were the first few days he was in the Pure Heart Valley. It was a land unsullied and untouched by the outside world. Literally a blank canvas for him to try and make something worthwhile. No tragedy, no family, no burdens existed here. However, all those things had to follow him into even the most remote places and eventually dominate his life again.

Mao Mao covered his face with his hands, like he could shield himself from the shame attacking him from all sides.

He pulled his hands away and looked around. He was on the outskirts of everything. The city out of sight, his HQ which was already far from civilization a dot on the horizon, so small, he might be mistaking the tears in his eyes for it. He wiped them away, and then again. He looked at his one remaining hand wondering if he was somehow missing before he realized that he was crying.

That was the final straw that broke him. Or maybe that was what made him aware he was already broken.

Maybe it was that realization that hit him harder than anything else. It knocked the wind out of him, and made his knees buckle until he was in the grass. He clawed at the dirt, trying to grasp something to help him at least sit up, but everything slipped right through his fingers.

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Badgerclops sat down, his back against a tree. The cicadas had quieted down by now. It really was getting late. He was thankful to finally get off his feet, if only for a short, small, and quick break. It didn’t just give him time to rest, it gave him to think. He thought about his acing feet, the growing hunger in his stomach, but those thoughts were transient and inconsequential.

The thought that really weighed on his mind was that of his friend, of his partner. When they met, there was this sort of unspoken agreement between the two of them. That their lives started the second they met, and don’t you dare ask about anything that came before. A proposition Badgerclops was eager to agree to. He had baggage he’d much rather throw away than unpack. He never imagined he meet someone with enough to rival him, or even out do by a country mile.

Two entire lives he never mentioned. One surrounding a family (if you could call it that) who didn’t know what reciprocal love was. And a relationship crushed into a fine dust by his own hands, well, just hand. He never would’ve imagined he’d have a child. Seemed like too much of a straight shooter to have one.

That was the most difficult part of working with him.

The calamities that’d walk through your front door demanding to be fixed by a man who could never fix himself. He was sure that’d when he finally managed to push Tanya and her son out of the valley. What’s next? A mountain sized monster coming after the Ruby? The rest of his family showing up to debate inheritance? Wibbildy wobbly time-shenanigans? He didn’t really put anything past fate? Or misfortune? Or whatever was in control of his mess of a life.

It certainly wasn’t him.

Badgerclops stood up with a groan. He rested his feet a bit, but they were still sore, and his knees were now staring to feel funky, too. He wasn’t even that old. Maybe the saying “stress ages you” is actually true. In that case, the past month probably yanked years off his life.

He looked up. The day was getting old and the night wa just being born. His search started late in the day; there wans’t much time anyway. He stood up resolved to continue tomorrow, if he could find him at all.

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Mao Mao sat there on the hillock. The tears had dried up, the ground felt steady beneath his feet, and he had nothing else to give. That was probably the worst part of it. When you come back down from those emotional extremes, you find that birds still sing, that grass is still green, and the world keeps turning. These all consuming problems are small, inconsequential, and yet they consume you all the same.

If his problems were small, yet still consumed him, how small was he?

He cringed and looked away, trying to push that realization out of his mind, but it stuck to him like a mosquito. He slapped it away a thousand times, ignore it like it wasn’t there, but it buzzed around in his own head. He absently scratched the back of his head, his frustration growing and mounting. It was only natural that he’d throw his head back and let out a groan of frustration, but when he looked back down there was something staring back.

Staring back wasn’t the right word, for it had a featureless pink face.

Mao Mao’s first instinct was to lurch back, tumbling over himself, barely escaping to his feet. A smooch as h’ed like to say that his hardened reflexes as a warrior were the cause, his quivering knees were undeniable. His dry tongue. The sweat creeping down his back. This was ruthless fear.

Where did it come from? He didn’t hear it approach, didn’t even smell it. What was this creature? It shambled towards with long gangly limbs, and an unnatural uneven stride. He didn’t recognize this from his families Monster Manual. He didn’t recognize it from his personal travels… or, maybe he did.

This fear he was feeling wasn’t the fresh kind. It was the kind thrown back in your face when dredged up from childhood memories… no. The fear was potent, but it wasn’t aged like wine. It was like a fresh soda all shaken up. So filled with bubling energy that it was about to burst.

He wrapped his tail around his scabbard and pulled out his sword. He held his sword up high, edge facing the sky, the tip pointing at the monstrosity. He didn’t notice that he’d taken a more defensive form than unusual until he’d pushed away to quick strikes.

Their was a sickening shriek as the creatures claws ran down his blade.

They say many things can bring back memories. Smell is the usual subject. Smelling a dish in a restaurant that reminds you of mother’s homecooked meal. Personally, Mao Mao had alays been much more sensitive to sound. Maybe itwas his big ears or just a more personal quirk. Something as simple as falling into the mud while a bird chirps would forever taint the dove’s song to him.

Right now, hearing claws rake across his blade like nails on a chalkboard, forced memories back up like vomit. Memories literally tinged with the flavor. There was something else with them. The stink of alcohol. A woozy haze. Explosive fear. He’d seen this creature before. Where? When?

The realization hit him like the claks scouring his chest.

He backed away, defensive posture still going strong. The wound wans’t deep enough to do more than draw blood, but the pain sung with every movmeent. The apin wasn’t enough to send him reeling, it was the word etched into his vague memories with clarity.

Demon.

He couldn’t believe he forgotten any of it. His sword began to shake and his knees began to buckle. Whatever stalwart resolve he usually had was falling away. He barely had time to retaliate when the demon lunged at him. He moved forward, pus the grasping hands with a strong thrust. Most things would die witha sword throught he head, but the demon just pulled itself off. Frayed bits of its heads sewing itself up as it stumbled around.

Thar’s right… He coldn’t kill this thing.

Escape was his only option. His eyes flicked to the forest. His first mistake. When they flicked back to the action, he nearly had his eyes taken out. HE pulled his head out the way as claws scraped his cheek. His form was broken. It was a buried and sloppy mess of parries or slashes. No, not even that. He was swinging his sword, guiding the attacks away from himself.

He was retreating. Each step back to gain space meant lost ground. How long could he keep this up? His arms were sore and his hands hurt. His movements were getting slower ad slower until he knew he’d reached his breaking point. He pulled back, catching the demons’ left hand, and pushed forward to catch the right, but his reactions were just a hair too slow.

The claws slipped right on past and were homing in. Probably would be the end to his adventures if the demon hadn’t made a simple mistake. Something so innocent as shambling too far and losing its balance, throwing the attack wide and nearly taking half his face.

The demon fell face forward into the dirt. Someone with honor or pirde may have let it stand back up, but there was only fear to be found here. Mao Mao stuck his sword and the ground and pushed it forward. One quick swing, to split his enemy in half. He hated to let luck decide a duel, but if it decided to be on his side for once than he’d accept her offer.

He let the sword hang limp in his hands. It was done, mostly over, when he saw the threads writhing like worms. They moved of their own accord wth no pattern, rhyme or reason. No wound -no matter how egregious- id more than bother it.

That wasn’t right.

That wasn’t fair!

He picked his sword back upw ith a haphazard grip. Slammign it down over and over, chopping, ripping and tearing, sending thread into the air like they were guts until eh could do no more. And it still wasn’t enough. There were bits and pieces left. A part of its head, maybe its hip, a forearm, and somethign else. Just lumps of thread, and yet they all seemed to defy every bit of reason.

When would it stop?

Could it be stopped?

What to do? What to do? Even if there were anything in the Mao family handbook for killing immortals there wasn’t any way he’d remember it. His eyes searched the remains as they slowly stitched themselves back together. Was there some sort of core he needed to destory? Some weakness he could exploit? All he could do was pikc up the pieces. One after the other and throw them as hard as he could.

It wasn’t very far. Barely enough to toss them out of the clearing and into the shrubbery before he fianlly took one part from himself.

Even if it couldn’t stop the inevitable, it just might delay it.

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Issues compounded on each other. He’d wasted most daylight looking for a fool, and did month’s worth of walking in hours. Exhaustion only got Badgerclops to come home even later. Jǐngti and Tanya were still at HQ. Either that, or they didn’t tun off the lights. Even the short steps up the porch were a pain in the ass, and when he checked the front door it was locked.

The first thought that floated through his mind was that Mao Mao was home. He never locked the door. Why would he, when their closest nieghbor was miles away? It might have ben a problem if there wasn’t a spare key under the mat. Sure t was a generic post anyone could find, but again, who would break into their house?

He opened the door and didn’t lock it behind him. He didn’t notice Tanya sitting on the couch until he was halfway across the room. Jǐngti was in her lap while she storked him behind the ears.

“Did you find him,” she asked.

“No,” he answered.

Their conversation stopped there.

Badgerclospd decided he’d just go to bed for today. He had a logn day of searching tomorrow, or that’s what he thought until he heard a sound at the door.

Frantic footsteps up the porch and the sound of the door being thrown open was enough to get Jǐngti to sit up.

In came Mao Mao, sweat and blood soaked his fur. He was covered in more fresh wounds and had a dazed, distant look in his eyes. He’d probably be more worried about that if it was the first time he’s done it.

“There you are wHAT THE FUCK DO YOU HAVE?”

At first, he thought Mao Mao was carrying… he didn’t really know anything about what he was carrying other than that it was pink and long, but upon close inspection it became clear it was a forearm. Did a Sweetipie catch Mao Mao at the wrong time? No. He had this dazed look in his eyes, and bloody wounds. There wasn’t any Sweetipie that could do that.

Tanya and Jǐngti crowded around him, getting a look at Mao Mao and the thing he was carrying. It didn’t look like it came from any animal. It looked like it was sewn from thread. A macabre piece of patchwork that was still moving. Tanya moved to cover her child’s eyes.

“What is that?” he asked again.

Mao Mao stared down at it for a minute, like he wasn’t too sure himself. “An arm.”

“ Whose arm?”

“...the Demon’s.”

Badgerclops stewed on his information for a bit before he sighed. “Well, Mao Mao’s finally lost his goddamn mind.”

“You say it like he didn’t lose it a long time ago,” Tanya added.

“Hey!” Mao Mao waved the severed arm at them, “I’m being honest here! I really mean it! I was attacked by a demon and-”

As Mao Mao waved it around it continued to move and writhe with a mind of its own, eventually slipping from Mao Mao’s grasp, and finding a place of its own. The thread moved, worked by deft, invisible fingers, suturing itself up to flesh until it was as snug as a bug in a rug. Everyone stopped to watch Mao Mao, lift his new arm and bend the fingers.

The Demon’s arm had attached itself to Mao Mao’s severed stump, and now become his own.

#MMHOPH #Fanfic #MissingArm!AU #MAo Mao #Badgerclops #Tanya Keys

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lilnoobie · 3 years

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know about me!

im vv anxious

self conscious and insecure

i have panic/anxiety attacks

im introverted and i cant handle too much stimulation

i may be too verbal or not verbal at all, it fluctuates

i need straightforward communication, i need honesty, if youre not clear i may get confused

miscommunication might be common as i dont always know how to say what i mean clearly

really bad rejection sensitivity disorder

im considered hyper empathetic and very sensitive to others around me if my empathy isnt drained (which it normally is)

you dont have to treat me like fine china but honesty and kindess is rlly all id want in a convo/rp

i tend to believe ive done smthn wrong or seem off or annoy others, so if i get annoying or anything, please tell me, id rather have an honest response than a wellmeaning lie, as lying will hurt me more tbh

i have adhd (and possibly autism too, unsure)

i hyperfixate on tons of different things! i really like sonic the hedgehog, the lion king, nbc hannibal, and other medias! i also really like animals of all kinds but i mostly prefer cats.

bad things for me

being too social (or around too many people)

bright lights

loud sounds

being ignored

rudeness or creepiness

being vulnerable

about me!

im open for roleplay but im anxious and shy, so please be nice and understanding

i like a lot of baby stuff (im scared to admit, idk it feels weird) like diapers and pacis and bottles etc.

i draw a lot and color too! i might draw or color smthn for you if we interact! i do this to show that i care about you/think about you!

i love plushies and stuffies! ive got a little collection irl! i also rlly like action figures!!

i like to read comics (that are easy to read, too much detail is not my thing)!

i also like specific cartoons (tom and jerry, sonic boom, sonic x, pokemon, alvin and the chipmunks (80s), etc)! i dont like steven universe, the owl house, she ra, etc. those shows annoy me for some reason.

media i enjoy specifically for agere !

(plus the characters i prefer as caretakers in fanfic!)

doctor who (tenth doctor, donna noble, twelfth doctor, clara oswald, thirteenth doctor, yaz khan, graham o'brien, dan lewis)

sonic the hedgehog (doctor eggman, shadow the hedgehog, rouge the bat, amy rose)

five nights at freddys security breach (sun/moon/daycare attendant/etc)

poppy playtime (huggy wuggy, kissy missy)

death stranding (cliff unger)

hannibal nbc (hannibal lecter, will graham)

twilight (carlisle cullen)

camp camp (david, gwen)

good omens (aziraphale, crowley)

mao mao (mao mao, badgerclops)

ok ko lets be heroes (professor venomous ((NO BOXMAN I DONT LIKE BOXMAN))

twin peaks (dale cooper)

rick and morty (rick sanchez ((specifically from season 4))

sanctuary (helen magnus, will zimmerman, john druitt, nikola tesla, james watson)

solar opposites (korvo, terry)

scrubs (perry cox, john dorian, christopher turk, carla espinosa, jordan sullivan)

stan against evil (stan miller, evie barret)

gravity falls (stan pines, ford pines)

robots (2005) (rodney copperbottom)

harry potter (severus snape)

constantly updating this btw so changes will occur

#about me

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ao3feed-p5-boyslove · 3 years

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by Fitific

Shadow Crow would often be walking around in the metaverse. Crow would take down shadows nonstop for days so that he could become stronger. Shadow crow looked up to someone. (By that he means it both figuratively and literally) Shadow Crow looks up to the strong and stoic Shadow Phantom thief’s leader Mao. His hair is ruby red, his eyes as golden as the sun, his height and build as strong and as powerful as a Greek god. Mao is good with others. He is a good leader. Strong and cares for others although tries to show his more stoic side when he needs to. How Crow hoped that he would join him, and the rest of the shadow phantom thieves someday. Crow wishes he could be someone Mao could rely on; someone he could depend on. Someone he can come to care for, perhaps more so than the others.

Words: 1253, Chapters: 1/7, Language: English

Fandoms: persona - Fandom, Persona 5

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: shadow thieves, Akechi Goro, Persona 5 Protagonist, Mao, Shadow Crow, Crow, Shadow Joker

Relationships: Shuake - Relationship, Akechi Goro/Persona 5 Protagonist, Akechi Goro/Kurusu Akira, Akechi Goro/Amamiya Ren, Shadow Clone Badgerclops/Shadow Clone Mao Mao Mao, Shaow Crow x Shadow Joker

Additional Tags: Shadow ShuAke week 2021, shuake, Persona 5 Scramble, Persona 5 Strikers - Freeform

#akeshu #shuake #akira kurusu #goro akechi #persona

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smallpwbbles · 3 years

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(SU Anon) Sonic is adopted by Tom and Maddies, Shadow and silver are adopted by wade and rachel. Henry and Linda adopt Bendy, Badgerclops and mao adopt adorabat. Any adopted found familes that i'm missing here Pwbbles? ;)

There probs is more but like my mind is so filled with found family you can point at a bunch of characters and I’ll be like DAs a family

#ask

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shapeshiftinterest · 4 years

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more shadow badgermao content! also some lucky ducky product placement

i headcanon that shadow badgermao is already dating while the real life versions of them are still working it out

they just blatantly make out it public lmao

kitty in a cup, badger in a bowl, hot spring style

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a-black-cats-luck · 4 years

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I made another story

Title: Fire Took Hold

Pairing: Mao Mao/ Badgerclops

Summary: "You took something from me," The deep voice growled out. Mao Mao felt terror shoot through him as the shadow step forward, their large hooves digging into the dirt. Their face seemed to break away from the darkness revealing the snarling face of a lion. A large paw reached for Mao Mao's bloodied face. "I plan to take it back."

With that, the warm coil behind his heart lashed out, and the darkness was chased away. Fire took hold of the dried leaves around him.-or-Mao Mao has really powerful magic he can not control. After one too many accidents his father sent him away to a school that was supposed to help him control it. There he meets Badgerclops, and, later Adorabat. Except the little bat seems to be running from something, heading for their magic school when she crashes into the boys.

Read it here!!!

#mao mao #mmhoph badgerclops #badgerclops #adorabat #adoradad #mmhoph #Yeah i know #shut up #fantasy

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ptsdsafe · 5 years

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On “Small”, Mao Mao’s Abuse, and Shin Mao’s Redemption: A Mini-Essay by an Abuse Victim

As I’m sure you guys know, based on one of my first posts here being about it, Mao Mao: Heroes of Pure Heart is a very important to me, because of the main character being an accurate representation of PTSD in a children’s show. Today, on the Cartoon Network app, new episodes were released, including ‘Small’. ‘Small’s description revealed last month that it would be about Mao Mao’s neglectful and abusive father, Shin Mao, would be paying Mao Mao a visit. I, like most people, was excited for this episode. My expectations were perhaps a bit higher than usual, because of how well Mao Mao was portrayed up to this point. However, all of my high expectations were met!

On top of Mao Mao snapping and publically calling out his father on his behavior…

We also got a more emotional confrontation near the end of the episode, showing the audience, in a more obvious way than previously, how Mao Mao’s childhood neglect affected him.

I was confident by this point. I was no longer worried. But, it was at this point that Mao Mao: Heroes of Pure Heart, a show I had high expectations for in the portrayal of trauma, broke the most bare-bones rules that I have. That I even expect out of really awful shows.

Shin Mao; Mao Mao’s abusive father who gave him PTSD; got redeemed. Or at the very least, his redemption ark was started.

(Explanation about why this is harmful and further thoughts under the cut)

I’ve made a previous post about Mao Mao’s symptoms of PTSD, and it’s fairly obvious to anybody watching the show that Mao Mao’s father was neglectful, or, at the very least, emotionally neglectful. This is shown not only by his actions in ‘Small’, but also through other character’s actions. Badgerclops knows Mao Mao’s family doesn’t love him, as seen in episode 1 when he said, “Are you having that fantasy where your family loves and respects you and also you’re super buff?” Mao Mao also admits to feeling unloved in Popularity Conquest, saying about his temporary popularity, “But, it was nice to be loved.” In the only time we’ve really see Shin Mao outside of ‘Small’; Mao Mao’s flashbacks; he is shown ignoring Mao Mao to the point of making him cry. Emotional neglect is just as potentially damaging as any other method of abuse, and can also be considered a form of emotional abuse. Again, if you watch the show, you know how obvious all of this is.

And I cannot overstate how dangerous it is to redeem an abusive parent on a show for children.

This show is on Cartoon Network. It is rated for children 7 years old and over. Children with abusive parents can (and, if over one hundred kids are watching it, I can be almost certain at least one if watching, given that the statistic that I was taught in school for child abuse was one in one hundred) watch this show. And, if the abusive father in the show can be portrayed as ‘not that bad’ after shedding a few tears and saying a kind thing to the kid he abused, than maybe their parents who act similar to him are not that bad, too, if they do the same thing!

And, given that one of the four steps in the cycle of abuse is literally dedicated to the abuser victim-blaming, gaslighting, apologizing to and, yes, maybe crying or saying kind things to the victim, I’m sure you can understand why this is a terrible message to be sending children.

In fact, this trend of redeeming abusive individuals is overall incredibly harmful. Somebody who abuses somebody else doesn’t deserve to be given the benefit of the doubt. Somebody who gives their child PTSD doesn’t deserve the ‘they’re not that bad’ treatment. Abusers, especially people who abused their children, don’t deserve redemption. And saying that they do, in a children’s show, potentially puts children of abusive parents in more danger, by saying that parents similar to theirs can be good people if you just are patient with them.

This is a mistake Steven Universe made in redeeming Jasper. This is a mistake that She-Ra may be setting itself up to make, with Hordak and Shadow Weaver. This is a mistake Pokemon made in Sun and Moon, with Lusamine. This is a mistake that media for children is making over and over again, and it seems like it’s been made yet again.

There is just a little hope for this particular series, though. Mao Mao: Heroes of Pureheart’s creator had this to say on the subject of Shin Mao:

(Transcription: An ask reads, “ Asking out of genuine desire to learn - and not to provoke you - what exactly is your objective for the handling of Shin Mao? I've already seen some aggravation from people dissatisfied with how his debut episode wrapped up, and though I've never been in a similar situation myself, I'm a little concerned about where Shin and Mao Mao's arc will take them, given how badly Shin's affected Mao Mao already. I'm very much looking forward to seeing more of your work regardless, so best of luck to you.” The response reads: “All I gotta say is watch the show, and don’t get ahead of yourselves. There’s a lot of meat on this bone, and we’re not going to solve an entire lifelong relationship in 11 minutes. That’d be nuts.”)

This can be interpreted in two ways. Either ‘Shin Mao’s redemption will span over multiple episodes’ (in which case, I may have to stop watching altogether, because I don’t particularly feel like seeing an abusive father be portrayed as sympathetic over and over again), or, ‘Shin Mao is not getting redeemed at all, and this episode was a fake-out, and a set up for a plot twist.’

Here’s to hoping it’s the second one. Because, as a victim of child abuse, I’m so sick of seeing shows (particularly, shows made for children) redeem abusers; people just like the person who traumatized me, characters who have traumatized other characters, before it’s all swept under the rug. Abuse victims have been open and loud about hating this harmful trope, and I hope that this show will be one of the first to listen. Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

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