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teenbasher · 18 days

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One Bullet & All of This Would be Over.

dark & fucked up one shot where little Seb tries to be brave and defend his mom by trying to shoot Augusts with his own gun after spending the night in the woods, running away when the old man came back home drunk once again. But everything goes horribly wrong and Sebastian pays a heavy price for his bravery.

Sebastian slides his bedroom window open as quietly as he can as he slips back inside. The room is starting to glow with the soft orange tint of dawn, everything quiet and still. The room, slightly chill after Sebastian left the window open a crack as he once again ran away like a coward the previous night after his father woke him up when he came back.

At first he didn’t hear him, he never really does, unless he is awake and the creaking of the steps as sir Augustus weight shifts from step to step alerts him of his presence, awakening a pit in his stomach and his heart beat shoots up , anxiety wraps itself around him like a suffocating blanket, wrapped too tightly. Never knowing if his father would come to attack him or his mother first.

Last night the old bastard chose the latter and the screaming and crying coming from his parents bedroom froze him in bed for a while after the array of violent noises started. Sebastian laid on the old, hard mattress, growing increasingly small for his growing body, since no one had bothered to buy new furniture since he was six and stopped mattering as a person to his parents. To his mother at least since he is convinced Sir Augusts never cares about him.

Severin was out of the house for the majority of the year so why bother up-keeping an environment that is not properly lived in anyway.

Sebastian feels warm liquid stream down his face and soon hears himself quietly cry in anger and frustration listening to his mother’s cries grow louder along the echoes of sever landing blows and booming yells from his father.

After crying for a while, Sebastian hears his mother’s attack die down, the house starting to fall back to the defining silence it normally is when his father is away. And hearing the slamming of a door near by Sebastian feels his heart start to beat faster again and anxiety creep into his body. Knowing his father would make his way into his room next to continue his rain of violence if he wasn’t too tired.

Not wanting to take any chances, in a panic Sebastian jolts out of bed, scrambling to his bedroom door, locking it just as he hears his father’s footsteps stop outside the door and the door handle turn, but does not open, making Augusts start angrily pushing against it.

Making Sebastian jump as his father yells for him to open and bangs against the door with considerable force. As his father tries to force the door open Sebastian puts on socks, shoes, grabs a sweatshirt he keeps by the end of the bed next to a flashlight & the blanket on Alex’s bed the young boy opens the window of his bedroom to once again climb down to the temporary safety of the bear by forest for the night.

Managing to climb over the window sill as the yelling grows louder, but the banging seems to slow down. Sebastian manages to hear his dad’s foot steps leaving, followed by a near by door slam again.

knowing his dad was not done abusing his mother, and was all his fault now. He jumps down to the roof of the near by chicken coop, from there slides down to the ground, bolting away as tears start to roll down his face again and a terrible mixture of shame, fear and anger fills his chest.

eventually Sebastian stops running and exhaustion makes him collapse at the base of a tree, where the small boy pulls his brother’s blanket over his frame, defeated and cold, but thankfully the merciful blanket of sleep spares his racing mind for a few hours.

Waking up suddenly, as temperatures drop far lower than the warmth of a blanket can comfortably provide him. Sebastian groans, knowing sleep was over for the time being. Forcing his tired, stiff body to stand up, the boy begins to make his way back home, still in the dark, guided only by the dim light of the flashlight, pretty much dragging his feet as his body hurts from the bad sleep and frigid temperatures.

eventually, seeing the house ahead, with the help of light starting to peek on the sky, the boy gathers all of his strength to climb back up to his bedroom.

once inside, Sebastian takes off his shoes, puts his emergency equipment back in its place and slowly and quietly opens his door, doing his best to sneak down the hallway to try to check on his mom.

as he bravely opens his parents bedroom as quietly as he can. he continues his way inside, to his mom’s side of the bed first. His heart clenches at the sight of new bruising and swelling on her face, but relaxes slightly noticing her chest rising and falling, knowing she was alive.

Swallowing hard, he looks over at his father who is seemingly deeply asleep. The sight of this monster resting as if he had not just beat the living piss out of his wife again, on top of all of the countless other atrocities he has committed against them over the years makes Sebastian’s blood boil, his jaw clenches and in a moment of insane bravery, particularly fulled by rage, Sebastian walks over to his father’s side of the bed, as swiftly and silently as he can.

knowing his father’s habits well, the lad reaches under his pillow, praying to all of the heavens the buffoon doesn’t wake up. And as luck would be on the boy’s side that morning Augusts quiet snores deepened as Sebastian’s fingers reach and gently wrap around the weapon he was looking for.

Careful as ever, Sebastian pulls out Augusts gun from under his head and taking the stupidest gamble of his life, hoping the bloody thing is loaded.

without checking for amo, because time is of the essence. Sebastian cocks the gun, placing it against Augusts temple, pulling the trigger. but to Sebastian’s horro nothing happens and panic engulfs him again, realizing what he had just done.

The boy quickly tries to pull the gun away and get rid of it somehow but before he can a sharp, awful jolt of pain runs from Sebastian’s wrist all the way down his arm. Time freezes for a moment and there is nothing but pain his brain can not comprehend but in a sliver of self awareness among the consuming sensation he realizes what is causing the pain, his father still has his eyes closed but his hand is firmly clasped against Sebastian’s wrist squeezing harder and harder until a deafening pop echoes around the room.

Sebastian’s ears ring from the mixture of pain, anxiety and fear as his eyes suddenly lock to his father’s who is now staring at him with no emotions. Watching the man sit up in bed, still holding on to him making sure the pain prolongs for as long as possible.

Sebastian screams but the ringing in his ears doesn’t let him hear himself, all he feels is engulfing pain from his dislocated wrist and that is all he can focus on, everything after becomes a blur to his memory.

#Teen Seb #Teen Seb one shot #10/11 yo Seb #Tw abuse #tw abusive father #Tw domestic violence #tw guns mention #Tw alcoholic father #Tw abusive drunk father #Sherlock fandom

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wilwheaton · 10 months

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if you know this secret handshake some of us use today, i see you and i’m so sorry.

I don't celebrate Father's Day (or any other Hallmark holiday) for reasons that will not surprise you if you know anything about my life.

But I do celebrate all the other children of fuckers and pieces of shit who survived like I did, who broke the cycle of generational trauma like I and my sister did, whose mothers forced them to praise and worship their abuser "because it's father's day" like mine did, who fucking hate the endless reminders to celebrate the dad we never had (in my case, because he chose not to be a dad to me like he chose to be a dad for my brother. I guess being a bully was more satisfying to him).

I see you, friends. I see you, and I know you see me, and I am both grateful and sad. We know this secret handshake we wish we didn't know. We know a very specific kind of loss that only we know, a type of lingering pain that never really goes away entirely, that can only be reduced to part of the background noise, but can crank itself up to 11 without warning.

I just want you all to know that I see you, and I love you. I know how tough it is, how much it hurts.

I want to specifically make meaningful eye contact with all of my fellow survivors who are also dads, who show up for our kids in spite of the pain and loss. It's such a challenge, and it means so much. We broke the cycle and that is massive. I'm so proud of us.

#tw abuse #tw father mention #fathers day #parenting

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hearts4juzi · 18 days

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Tessa fucks me up dude can I just talk about her for a sec? Yeah? Yeah.

She loved those drones. She loved them because they were what she had. She felt sympathy for them when nobody else did. And I like to think there was a little bit of loneliness motivating her as well.

Her mother hated her. She was nothing to her. When her mother scolded her by saying "seems you still can't follow simple orders" her respone was "No, no no! Please!" BEGGING. Begging her mother to believe in her and be kind to her. She got chained up in her room (multiple times btw. At leas tthats implied. the hand she winced at and rubbed is the same hand the chain was on, which means shed be chained up long enough for it to rub her skin painfully. long enough to leave lasting pain.)

She is very connected to these drones, to the point where she kept all the error drones aroud because she LOVED them. She spent time digging them up. HELL SHE TOOK A FAMILY PHOTO WITH THEM DUDE...

Even when Cyn was creepy and scary, she kept her around. She'd rather lock Cyn up than get rid of her. and when n points it out, shes apologetic and hesitant. But we know WHY she did that. Even if it was kind of a sucky move, it was because she didnt wanna have to throw cyn out. and in the end that killed her.

Also she knows J well enough to know what sets her off (enough to. bite the shit out of a chain). She knows them. and she loves them.

I wish we'd gotten to know more about her an N. why is he so clearly her favorite? but thats not relevant ig

also her saying "I've only ever yakked to robots, J!" She has NO human friends. she has nobody to support her other than these robots. these robots who get treated like garbage by her family.

and then she has to watch these robots turn on her. Not just THESE ROBOTS but the three that she loved most. (also im going off what wouldve happened in ep 5 WITHOUT uzi, where n doesnt get out of the swamp, and nobody goes down to the basement)

V first, then Cyn, then J. And we KNOW she loved these three+N especially bc she took a family photo w them, interacted with them more often, and generally just seemed much closer with them.

and what does she get for it? killed. And also its implied by this screenshot that she wasnt ACTUALLY killed by cyn right then

(the scientists, the sword beside her, the footprints, the way shes sitting against the wall, the expression she has. she totally just saw all that shit)

and she cant have been skyn bc the scientists wouldve known. the skinsuit wasnt exactly. hm. pretty.

which means she DID see her whole family+more slaughtered in front of her while she was powerless to stop it. She DID see J violently kill everyone around her. She DID see Cyn kill everyone. And she just has to. Deal with that. And despite all her efforts, the solver took over and cyn killed her. (im assuming tessa died somewhere around when n's mineshaft flashback was like i mentioned b4)

and all the while she was convinced shed lose N, id assume. based on the state of the other drone out there.

And honestly, i think what she got was worse.

also i am team "N knew Tessa wasn't the same Tessa he knew back on Earth"

The way he looked at her, and the way he was suspicious of her. He knew HIS Tessa would never treat a drone like this. Cyn has been known to have relatively shitty recreations of people at times (like Thad in episode two) But even so there was no way he could believe it was someone else (like. who would it be? he saw her blood he heard her voice like...) which is why he was so stressed after killing her (when he leaned on his sword and was breathing heavy, yk?)

he loved her and she loved him and now shes dead. just like everyone else he loved.

this isnt about n but like. idk if tessa could see him now i think shed cry. she loved him and all of them

#tzu rambles #i just. she was a kid dude #she was a stupid hurting abused kid #she was treated like shit by her mother and probably her father too #and all she had were those drones #the ones that killed her and her family #the ones that ruined her life and destroyed earth #the ones that MIMICKED HER TO THE PEOPLE SHE LOVED MOST #THE “N!!!” SQUEAL. THE PETTING HIS HAIR. THE DISMISSAL OF J #FUCKING SICK AND TWISTED #Bc i genuinely believe that if Tessa HAD come to copper 9 alive she wouldve been like that #maybe a little more sympathetic to uzi. like if she knew abt the patch she wouldve used it. i know that #but otherwise i think shed be like that. silly. silly like that.#(esp kicking that computer monitor. we all saw her chuck a glass at the floor for no reason)#child abuse #abuse tw #tessa james elliot #murder drones #tessa elliot #tessa md #md tessa #tessa murder drones #murder drones tessa

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crisiscutie · 1 month

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pls more headcanons on yandere father sephiroth

Let see what happens if darling strayed further from her set path than Sephiroth would have preferred... Yandere Musings here.

Content Warning: Slight NSFW. Emotional abuse. Yandere Sephiroth. Confinement. Brainwashing. Unhealthy and unsettling family dynamics. Rebirth spoilers.

You were sent by Sephiroth to conquer this strange, hidden world and merge it with his other dominions.

You got into a fight not long after your arrival. But your enemy talked you down and proposed an alliance to stop your father. You really hated the idea of betraying him, but this is necessary to find out who you really are.

You joined a group of adventurers looking to stop the energy of their world from being drained.

Sephiroth was closely observing your mission, but he was briefly distracted by other multiversal anomalies. Yet once he sensed you slipping away, he wasted no time in trying to reestablish his link to you.

His velvety, fatherly voice resonated in your head. "Sweet girl, have you done what I asked?" He said.

It was extremely difficult, but you've managed to ignore him.. Even with him saying those two special words.

He reached out again, this time his velvety voice being a mixture of a cold demand and a fierce warning. "Darling." Ugh, you could just feel him digging into your mind, scrounging whatever information he could get.

"Go away!" You said, shaking your head. You were able to expel him from your mind this time, but for how long? You already sensed his frown searing into your very soul, even when he's not near you.

Sephiroth's whispers quickly caught up to you and your new group of friends in no time. Despite your attempts to teach your friends about them, panic consumed them, and the whispers mercilessly picked them off, one by one.

Your will to fight vanished completely when one whisper transformed into your beloved father, wearing his traditional, malicious smirk. This smirk, usually reserved for his enemies and other lesser beings, grew wider upon seeing you.

Sephiroth made this massacre last a little longer. It'd help you truly understand the gravity of your defiance.

Tears welled up in your eyes just when he carried out the execution of the last human parasite - that damned boy who dared to steal his place.

You wanted to raise your blade and run it through Sephiroth, but something rooted you to the ground, making you tremble like hell and seem like that hapless, innocent girl that he always treated you as.

He menacingly approached you, blood still dripping from his Masamune. This transgression of yours cannot go unanswered.

He had grabbed your chin, his velvety words dripping with cruel fury as his face leaned in close, mere inches from yours.

"I gave you everything you needed. Wanted. And you repay me with this." He casually flicked the boy's blood off his blade, letting it stain the body of another one of your comrades.

"I'm sorry, Father! Please forgive me!" You broke down into his arms.

"You know I love you, don't you?" He said. You nodded in response.

"So you should know that I'm only doing this for your own good."

You became confused as he said those words and you looked back up at him. He wore the usual gentle, affectionate smile, but his slit eyes brimmed with rage.

Following that, he let out a chuckle and facepalmed when he had his epiphany.

Of course. You didn't fully understand what you were doing. You were only naturally indulging in a childish desire. He could only blame the boy who had tempted you away from your proper place.

Sephiroth hugged you and gave you a gentle head pat. "Sweet girl... I shall take you to a sacred place," he whispered.

He knew it was too early to introduce you to it, but he couldn't help himself this time.

"..a place where you'll learn just how much your father loves you!" His tone carried a twisted nostalgia as he cast a sleep spell on you, gently guiding your head to rest against his chest.

Later on, you found yourself confined within a pod, your face concealed while the rest of your body was bare. Tentacles coiled around you, piercing your flesh to inject corrupted essence into you. And a long metallic tube was connected to your stomach, channeling the energy of the last conquered world into you as well.

"Such power and beauty, just like your dear mother..." Sephiroth said.

The sight of you like this was so breathtaking. He was tempted to touch the pod, but refrained, as if it was too immaculate and sacred for his touch.

Your pleas and squirms went unnoticed as he was consumed by his twisted nostalgia.

"I must ensure that you retain your purity," he continued. "I cannot have you ruining it, especially with a mere human, can I?"

Your pleas ceased, and your squirming slowly subsided.

"You will become my sweet and obedient girl. One who will make me proud, and who will forever be by my side, and who will never hurt me," He seemed almost solemn for a second before he continued. "...I will protect you and your purity from everyone who would taint it. It will be for me, and me alone."

Game over! Try again? 👈

#sephiroth #ff7 sephiroth #final fantasy 7 #crisis cutie #ff7 #sephiroth x reader #yandere sephiroth #final fantasy x reader #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere male #yandere x y/n #yandere father sephiroth #yandere x darling #tw: emotional abuse #tw: confinement #tw yandere #tw: abuse

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one-time-i-dreamt · 2 months

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My dad made me get a haircut and then he called me a little bitch.

I knew I was dreaming solely because my dad and I don't speak to each other, we simply exist in the same space and occasionally are in the same room.

#dream #dad #family #father #child abuse tw

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princessanonymous · 3 months

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When Night Comes

Platonic Yandere Vampire

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First Chapter

19. 𝓓𝓮𝓼𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓻’𝓼 𝓠𝓾𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓮𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰

"Where is she?!" Dorian's frantic voice echoed through the estate, his worry palpable.

As servants scurried in a hurried search, their footsteps resonating in sync with the ominous silence that enveloped the estate, Dorian's desperation escalated. Each passing moment felt like an eternity, and the once serene atmosphere now crackled with tension. Meanwhile, Killian leaned lazily against a wall, a stark contrast to the frantic pacing of the distressed father. His nonchalant demeanor, seemingly unaffected by the unfolding drama. He appeared to be more an observer of chaos than a participant in the search.

In a corner of the room, the coffin manufacturer sat in a plush chair, bewildered by the sudden panic that had gripped the once serene household. His eyes darted nervously from one end of the room to the other, as if expecting answers to manifest in the luxurious surroundings. The elegance of the room juxtaposed with the disarray of emotions, creating an atmosphere that seemed almost surreal for the mortal.

"She couldn't have left without anyone noticing," Dorian reasoned, his brow furrowed with concern. The frantic search continued, but the mansion offered no clues to the disappearance of his daughter. The air was thick with uncertainty, and the urgency of the situation hung palpably in the atmosphere. The blonde, casting a penetrating gaze at Killian, turned to the other vampire with an accusatory tone. "Why don't you do anything?"

"What is there to do?" Killian retorted haughtily. "She left. Accept it."

Anger flared within Dorian. "Accept it!?" he repeated with outrage. "My daughter is out there somewhere, alone with nobody to protect her !”

As the words lingered in his mind, Dorian's panic escalated. The memory of (Y/n)'s previous escape, when she had been attacked by a sanguini, intensified his resolve. He wouldn't let this happen once again. She was mortal, completely defenseless and weak.

"Walking around aimlessly will not help," Killian answered with a sigh. "You may live."

Dorion looked at him, bewildered by the command before realizing the second part had been aimed at the coffin-maker who was still in the room. He turned his gaze toward the mortal, a bewildered look in his eyes as he processed Killian's command. The man, caught off guard, hesitated for a moment before nodding in acknowledgment. Slowly, he made his way towards the exit, leaving the room as instructed by the enigmatic vampire. He had forgotten about him, his mind having focused on the girl.

Dorian's focus, however, quickly returned to the pressing matter at hand – the whereabouts of his daughter. The gravity of the situation weighed heavily on him, and he couldn't shake the fear that gripped his heart. The thought of his daughter being out there, alone in an unforgiving world, sent shivers down his spine. The once grandiose room now seemed suffocating, its walls closing in as Dorian's mind raced with worry. He couldn't fathom what his daughter might be experiencing, and the very idea that she could be subjected to unforgivable things gnawed at him. His protective instincts kicked in, overshadowing everything else.

Some people would not think twice about taking advantage of young, impressionable minds like his weak, fragile (Y/n). She was so frail; she wouldn't survive on her own. She was utterly, completely, truly alone. The child was so naive thinking that any mortal would simply take her in hearing her plight, but they wouldn't.

He felt Killian's hand on his shoulder. "Sit," he advised him while leading him to an armrest. "Your power is affecting the room; calm down."

He looked around, noticing the ice covering the place where he had been standing just moments before. "She's out there," he protested, clenching his fists, "I just can't..."

"You must stay calm," his partner said with conviction, "servants are already looking for her."

Dorian's eyes flickered with a mixture of frustration and fear. Despite the efforts of the servants scouring the estate, the absence of tangible information only fueled his worry. Useless. They were all utterly useless. It was preposterous. She had left once, and now once again they managed to let her slip through them. They would pay. He would deal with them after after finding his child. He could feel the seconds ticking away, each one adding to the uncertainty surrounding his daughter's disappearance.

He shook his head and stood once again, resuming his pacing, "There are three paths she could have taken," he mused out loud." The first is the one she took during her first escapade which I doubt she would take again. She can be quite clever. The second is one more remote that leads to a nunnery, but I doubt she even knows of the existence of this path. She would have had to walk through the nearby forest for at least an out by foot to even notice it. She doesn't leave home. She knows she isn't allowed to... and yet here we are. The third one however... while long, leads to a village and if this foolish daughter of mine—"

"The carpet; you're freezing the carpet," Killian admonished while pinching the bridge of his nose. "(Y/n) is a resourceful young girl, Dorian."

He tried laughing, but it sounded wet and slightly hysterical. "Don't be ridiculous. She can't survive on her own! She's so—fragile, and helpless and she could break at any second and— and she's out there!" He gestured out the window. He collapsed on the couch, shaking his head. "And if something happens to her... if something happens to my poor child..."

Each day, she mattered so much more to him. More than she had when he had first met her on that clearing. She had made him care for her. He cared so much for her. He couldn’t just let her go. He wouldn’t forgive himself.

If something happened to (Y/n), Dorian knew it would completely shatter him.

Dorian looked up, his eyes teary and filled with a mix of frustration, fear, and desperation. Killian, sensing the need for comfort, passed an arm around Dorian's shoulders. The touch, though subtle, carried a warmth that overcame their cold exterior. The blond vampire reacted by resting his head on his lover's shoulder, finding solace in the physical closeness. Killian's presence, like an anchor in the storm of emotions, had a way of grounding Dorian back to the present when he felt himself spiraling into the abyss of worry and uncertainty.

"Dorian," Killian whispered, "calm down, just for a second. Breathe."

He nodded, chuckling slightly at the suggestion. He didn't need to breathe. "Such a human thing to do," he commented, feeling himself calm down slightly, slowly but surely.

Killian nodded, agreeing, "You know me." He sighed softly. "Why don't we focus on something else while the servants search?"

"Like what ?' He questioned reluctantly.

"Forget the girl for now, Dorian," he suggested calmly. The words were said with a soft, yet confident voice. "I'm sure she is fine."

The bland looked up in anger at the remark. His anger grew once his icy blue eyes met Dorian's bright red ones. A cold feeling washed over him, realizing the other had tried to use a moment of emotional vulnerability against him. Leaning forward and clenching his fists, he demanded, "What did you try to do?"

Killian looked away, giving him no answer. The blond gripped his lover's arm, his nails digging in his skin. The other only flinched slightly, almost imperceptibly, "What did you try to do?" He winced, but Dorian did not care. Fury roared through his mind.

He knew his partner's power very well. Knew that he hardly used it, but knew nonetheless the signs of it. "Did you try to make me forget about her?"

His silence was enough of an answer on its own. He felt betrayed and furious at the mere idea that Killian of all people would dare to use his mind control powers on him. He was about to explode with rage, unable to understand why he would try to use them for this. Dorian had seen Killian and (Y/n) interact together, he had witnessed the bond they shared grow. He couldn't understand why the man would simply decide to let it go. One shouldn't let go of the people they cared about so easily.

Wheels turned inside his head, and realization dawned upon him. He stood up and Killian followed suit. "It is you," he accused, pointing a finger. "You let her leave.”

While Killian neither confirmed nor denied it verbally, Dorian already knew the answer. In a surge of fury, he lunged at Killian, gripping the other's shirt threateningly as his mind spun. "Killian, you—"

"Sir," a servant entered the room, breaking the tension. "It appears she has left on horseback; one is missing."

Flashes of worst-case scenarios flooded Dorian's mind. (Y/n) could have had an accident, been attacked. The horse might have rebelled. (Y/n) didn’t know how to ride a horse; he had never taught her for that reason. So that she wouldn’t attempt anything stupid. She could be dead by now. Dead, alone, and rotting in the wilderness.

He clutched Killian's shirt with a vice-like grip, feeling wetness in his eyes and his throat tightening. "You can't—" he glowered. "You can't do this to me, Killian."

The other offered no response. His eyes were cold and held no regret. He might have left the poor child to die and he did not care. Dorian’s weak pleas were met with indifference. This was his child, his daughter. He couldn't let her be taken away from him. How dare he do this ? How could he ? "Tell me!" Dorian pleaded desperately. "Tell me where you told her to go !"

No answer.

No reaction.

Dorian's face fell, and he began to tremble. "You can't do this to me, Killian," he whispered weakly. "You can't..."

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mother-of-houseplants-2 · 5 months

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fiona gallagher // the angry man in the house

#ami weaves a web #for real this time!!! since it's not just a couple of pictures with lyrics from one (1) song lol #anyways #tw abuse #something about growing up with an angry abusive father and harboring all this fear and then watching your siblings learn his violence #and then turn it on you #and you're also this deeply angry person #there's no escaping that #but seeing your father's rage in your baby brother's eyes #the baby brother you've raised from infancy #god. it fucks me up so much #also the fact that fiona looks resigned to frank's anger and puts on this brave face when he's yelling at her but is visibly shaken and #terrified when it's lip or ian is breaking my heart #you can put up your wall of steel when you know someone's going to hurt you. but when you don't expect it...#man fuck these fathers who put their hands on their little kids #i should be allowed to go feral i think. hm. maybe i am just struggling to be at home with my family. anyways #fuck frank all my homies hate frank

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topazpearl · 1 year

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the FREAKING!!!! PARALLELS here!!! CANNOT BE UNDERSTATED...!!

yukine coming to rescue yato so that yato doesn’t have the same fate he did...!!!!! iM FINE!!!!!!!!

#yato & yukine are father & son but also Brothers in Trauma im freaking!!!!! crying obsessed #noragami #noragami spoilers #noragami 104.2 #noragamiveblog #ramblings #i feel like i need some tw for child abuse or child death here idk #its noragami you know the drill

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voidselfshipp · 2 years

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If Brandon and I marry he would take my last name bcs he doesnt want to be associate with his family and specifically his dad.

"My name is Brandon Gomez, nice to meet you"

"Wait. Youre utopians kid...why dont you have his lastname?"

"Oh I married. I identified more with my wife's family, they are lovely"

Utopian Hates it so much. Hes so dissapointed but Brandon and I think he can go to hell. We live togheter as a happy family

#💙more than enough💙#cw abusive father #tw abusive father #cw abusive family #tw abusive family

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letteriwillneversend · 4 months

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having parents that are nothing more than unfriendly strangers wearing familiar voices that say familiar things makes you wonder if there was ever any such thing as home.

it makes you wonder what it might be like to have a bad day and have someone you can call or talk to. what it might be like to have someone you can to for advice or comfort. what it might be like to have a shoulder or lap you can finally rest your head on. what it might be like to have a bowl of cut fruit that spells out unconditional love.

some days i find myself looking for home even when i don’t know what to look for.

#heartbreak #i'm just so tired #orphan #angst #journal #my thoughts #my writing #letters i will never send #abusive parents #tw: abuse #abusive household #distant parents #emotionally exhausted #emotional neglect #where is home and is it mine #what’s that one quote that’s like #i need a mother a father some older wiser being to talk to

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traumatizedjaguar · 3 months

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they tell you to reach out for help, then people just get mad at you when you do.

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lunar-years · 9 months

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"I've noticed that sometimes having a tough dad is exactly what drives some fellas to become great at what they do. You know I hear Bono's father was a real piece of work but then again, so was Joshua Tree, so you know 🤷‍♂️" Ted literally should have been banned from ever speaking on Jamie's father again after this one because what a wild thing to say to someone you witnessed being physically and verbally abused by their father ?? 'sorry your dad sucks but maybe you'll be a great player because you were abused <3' UM? Not to mention Jamie JUST told you that actually, his "tough dad" became such a problem that it drove him to do anything to get himself away from the situation including abandoning the thing he's "great at" and thereby tanking his mental health like????

#i know ted is like. trying. but damn.#i just don't like this narrative that jamie is great as a pushback against his father (they pushed it in mom city too. and NO)#jamie had that passion ambition and drive long before his dad even came into the picture #Also for how upset ted was when jamie was sent back to city. he sure is oddly hesitant to take him back?#like even if jamie didn't already think it was ted who sent him back he certainly would after that convo.#and he wasn't even sent away because of burned bridges!!! he was making progress before he was sent away!!!!! ahhhhhhhh.#i scream into the void #tw abuse #ted lasso #jamie tartt #ted lasso rewatch

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broareweabouttoviberightnow · 3 months

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"Well, it's not polite to order the most expensive thing on the menu when you're not paying, Siobhan."

He looks so UNCOMFORTABLE the way he imeadiatly has to put physical distance between him and everyone else. and later when Logan asks everyone's opinion and Roman just glances away and says, "but I'm really scared of you."

#logan better #count his #fucking days #i mean it #succession #roman roy #shiv roy #but when their father gets up and leaves???#who's the first to follow him???#beaten dog indeed #tw abuse

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crisiscutie · 2 months

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Yandere Father Sephiroth Musings

By merging all the timelines, your father Sephiroth has successfully conquered the multiverse. The sole focus of his dark heart now is you.

Content Warning: Emotional abuse. Yandere Sephiroth. Infantilization. Unhealthy and unsettling family dynamics. Rebirth spoilers.

Counterpart to Yandere Son Sephiroth musings here.

༻❁༺ Conquering the multiverse wasn't enough for him after all. His thirst for power extended beyond it now. Reality itself will be his next ultimate conquest.

༻❁༺ With you, his precious princess at his side, anything was possible. But you weren't as eager for conquest as your father was. You loved him, but there was an empty void within you. You yearned for a greater purpose, beyond merely being his princess and partner in conquest.

༻❁༺ "Sweet girl" was his special name for you. Whenever those two simple yet powerful words left his lips, you couldn't help but feel weak in the knees and overwhelmed with devotion to him. A willingness to go above and beyond to please your father always possessed you, no matter what debate or reckless antic you were doing.

༻❁༺ During battles, he'd watch you kill off the lesser beings with a twisted joy, dousing you in praise. Most especially when you bring him special types of materia.

༻❁༺ He even played fetch with you sometimes, pretending to accidentally drop the materia just to see you, his sweet girl, retrieve it for him.

༻❁༺ But he didn't have direct control over you, despite having the ability to invade your thoughts. This always made him furious because there are times he wants needs to control you physically. But this lack of control also deepened his infatuation with you.

༻❁༺ If you sensed him poking around in your mind, you'd kick him out sometimes, wishing to be alone or just because you could. He never got angry at this. In fact, it amused him. These small, petty acts of defiance were no threat to him. Yet, this only nurtured the seeds of rebellion within you as time went on.

༻❁༺ Despite your ability to make your own decisions, he continued to treat you like a child. He desired to keep you at his side eternally. From what little you knew of his childhood, he told you he wanted the opposite for you - for you to be "free". Yet, both of you knew that your current reality was anything but free.

༻❁༺ Yet he genuinely doesn't realize that he's obsessive, overprotective and patronizing towards you. Why would he? He provided you with what you needed and granted your desires. It's clear that he is the only one for you. No one, be it a friend or a boyfriend, can love and appreciate you as deeply as your beloved father does.

༻❁༺ Even though you've already experienced and carried out such terrible deeds for him, he still obsesses over maintaining your purity, whatever that may entail. He took extreme steps, ensuring that nothing or no one can strip it away from you. If so, your purity will only be taken by him, should the moment ever come.

༻❁༺ He consistently lavished you with affection, usually wearing a gentle, affectionate smile around you. Headpats or stroking your cheek seemed to be his favored method of delivering this. But through his slit eyes, you sensed his twisted darkness, albeit mixed with genuine affection for you. His traditional, malicious smirk was usually saved for his enemies and other lesser beings.

༻❁༺ ...And for you, in the few rare times where you have crossed the line. If he even detected the slightest hint of doubt about your origins or you leaving his side, you'll be corrected quickly. He'd never, ever physically hurt you. But he'd drown you in a sea of remorse and shame. How could you question or disappoint your perfect father, sweet girl?

༻❁༺ It pained you greatly to even consider hurting your father or letting him down. However, as one of your past adversaries pointed out, you need to live for yourself. You need to discover your own purpose. Ever since your childhood, the regret of killing them has haunted you. They were the closest thing you had to a connection outside of Sephiroth. And you repaid them with betrayal and blood as your father urged you to eliminate them. Afterward, he told you there was nothing to be sad about. You were a princess of a legend and they were a worthless human parasite. You wanted to think like that too, but you couldn't...

༻❁༺ After the memory of your lost friend persisted in your thoughts longer than usual, you mustered the courage to ask him about your origins. You needed to do this. You don't even know who your mother is. He typically stonewalled whenever you bring this up, but this time, you stayed persistent.

༻❁༺ You refused to back down and ignored your growing fear. His familiar, malicious smirk emerged on his face as you continued to persist on this grating topic. A dark chuckle slipped from him as he finally revealed her name: JENOVA. ...His mother!? Who he is already one with???

༻❁༺ Without warning, he grabbed your chin with a firm grip. He made sure your eyes locked onto his slit eyes. He leaned in so close that you felt the warmth of his breath against your lips.

༻❁༺ "That's enough," his velvety voice turned to pure ice. Tears cascaded down your cheeks as you relented and apologized profusely to him. You made your precious father upset.

༻❁༺ But as you blinked, his typical gentle, affectionate smile had already reappeared. He cupped your cheeks, gently wiping away your tears.

༻❁༺ "Come, my sweet girl. Let's watch the stars together," he whispered. You nodded, resting your head against his chest. His arms embraced you as he flew you towards the destination.

༻❁༺ After that incident, you found other subtle ways to rebel. Any direct confrontations with your father won't work now. In your search for the truth, you discovered your father had a trophy room where he collected certain souvenirs. It turns out he hadn't utterly destroyed some worlds after all.

༻❁༺ This intrigued you, as you hoped to uncover clues about your origins. During your brief moments of free time, you'd explore the room, eager to read and learn as much as possible.

༻❁༺ Sephiroth knew exactly what you were up to. He went through this situation himself, a long, long time ago at the same age. He saw this as an opportunity to finally gain complete control over you.

༻❁༺ He orchestrated a path for you, leading you from one clue to another to foster the illusion that you're closing in on the truth, and indeed you are. But it'd be his truth that awaited you.

༻❁༺ He observed your journey closely, feigning ignorance of it as the two of you continued to conquer the omniverse, part of his overarching mission to conquer reality itself. You will be his sweet and obedient girl one day.

Darling going on r/raisedbynarcissists to figure out what to do next in her journey 🤣

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