#tw: child abandonment

[fox-bright]

not that my thoughts on oceangate matter, but.

I have had to kill three groundhogs so far this year.

There is no bottom to their appetite, and they destroy my garden. I preserve the vegetables I grow--in the last couple of days alone I've had tomato sauce, chili, fruit, and green beans from last year's harvest, and herbs grown already this season; in the next couple of days I'll probably have chard, more fruit, salsa, pickles, more herbs. The groundhogs can't be allowed to stay, and they can't be moved, so they have to die. I hate it. But this is how it is. Either I let them destabilize my house and tear a swath through next year's food, or I kill them. My partner will stop taking his shower to let a spider out; I could not put such killings on his karma. So. The minimum of suffering requires that I do the job.

The internet is full of people delighting in killing their own troublesome rodents. I read those posts with no small amount of queasiness. It might be a small life, but it is a life; it is very important to me to kill them cleanly. Many of the methods that these people suggest are vile.

I know that there is no such thing as a bloodless revolution.

I know that there is no such thing as a good billionaire.

I very much doubt that most of the people on that submarine were good people. Maybe none of them were.

I do not think that being a bad person means you should be tortured to death.

Reading all the posts about hah, hah, it's been three days, I bet they're covered in piss and shit and terrified as they suffocate in the dark, feels like reading the posts about blocking off all entrances to a groundhog tunnel but one and stuffing dry ice into it.

Lois McMaster Bujold said, "There are always survivors at a massacre. Among the victors, if nowhere else." and I always thought she meant, the violence leaves a mark even if the people it was enacted against are obliterated. It changes the murderers, and as they move through the world they change their society in crooked ways, ways that would not occur if they had not become murderers.

We may be very glad that a bad person has died. It is not unreasonable, at all, to exult in the passing of an oppressor.

Delighting in another's suffering, I think, is corrosive to the spirit.

(It is very, very important to me that the groundhogs, and my husband, suffer as little as possible.)

(So it must be me who does it.)

I think about my father, before he took off, taking my closest-aged brother to hunt prairie dogs at a relative's farm. I think about him telling jokes about a shot my brother took, about what it did to the prairie dog's head. "Fantastic flying frisbee face!" he said. My brother was eight.

We are taught to delight in others' suffering very young.

I do not have a religion to hold on to; getting out of the one I was reared in has left me unfit for all others.

I heard that the submarine suffered a catastrophic hull failure, and everyone in it was killed before they knew that they were dying, and all I could think was, thank God, thank God.

#my actual life #tw: violence #tw: animal death #tw: child abandonment #tw: guns #oceangate

[hannah-the-small]

where was your mom? didnt you grow up with toby?

"I grew up with Vinn, Butch and Tinker who worked for Toby. They were her dealers. She left me there promising she'd be right back with what she owed, then never came back. Didn't have a dad and no one else wanted me so they took care of me instead."

"Instead she started her career, unburdened by having a four year old, worked in media and probably fucked her way up to Imp City Gossip's talk show host. She doesn't ever mention she had a kid. Personally I don't give a shit about her, just pisses me off whenever she tries to be mom to get something from me."

#tw: child abandonment #tw: child neglect #ClemtheImp #tw: drugs mention #hazbin!verse

[sticksbatnix]

“Tell me, Stewart, what caused you to leave your family and join the Jokerz?”

“I don't know.”

“You don't know?”

Ghoul kept his eyes on his fingers, the pads of his thumbs connecting before getting off and then connecting once more.

Instinctively, he shrugged off the question, as he did with many other doctors before him, he didn't think this one was any different. But upon realizing where he was and who exactly he was talking to his brain clicked and he immediately fixed his posture.

Hands-on his knees, back upright, and his eyes nervously trailing up to the doctor before him he fought not to gulp.

“I mean it was for kicks, you know, I just wanted to have fun. I never had fun with my family. They were all sophisticated and shit, which pissed me off. I couldn’t take it anymore, I had to leave, if I didn’t, I’d go crazy.”

Ghoul laughed a bit, expecting the man to laugh with him only to get nothing so he coughed afterward.

Crane leaned against his chair, the weight of his body making the seat creak under pressure. The teenager before him nervously pinched the seams of his pants, an immediate reaction to the sounds of the notes he was taking.

This was one of many typical reactions given by his patients.

“When you say ‘kicks’, what does that mean to you? Is it a new term used nowadays or…, “Crane trailed off, waving his hand to prompt Ghoul to answer.

And Ghoul did answer and with confidence too, smiling as his then nervous posture turned slightly relaxed.

“I wanted to be free, like every other kid down by the sidelines, I wanted to do what I want whenever I wanted. I remember looking at the-uh-delinquents at my school and watching how they got into trouble and I grew jealous. Like, I wanted to do that, I wanted to break the rules, mess some shit up, and whatnot.”

Crane gave out a nod, writing more notes as Ghoul kept on ranting.

Agoraphobia: The fear of fitting in.

Typical amongst teenagers, their desperation to fit in involves their imagination of what could or should have been. Something Crane has faced in his younger years, much too foolish of him to do so as said peers he looked up to beat him into a bloody pulp.

What made Stewart’s situation any different?

“What else piqued your interest in them?”

“I saw how they changed their uniforms, how they talked back at teachers, how they skipped class, how they did everything against the book! Shit-I wanted to do that-why couldn't I do that? Why couldn't I do that?” The teen trailed off, licking his chapped lips as he did so.

“I wanted to join them, I wanted to be them, but I was scared.”

For that, Crane’s dead eyes stared down the teenager, if it was possible, his eyes might have shined with life.

“Scared of what?” He gave a slight pause, “Who?”

“My mom, “Steward whispered under his breath, yet the answer was somewhat strained.

Crane noticed the teenager change his posture once more, the relaxed posture then turned stiff and still. And, as if the teenager were a robot, he corrected his posture a little too fast, his hands quick to push back the hair that hung over his shoulders.

Crane has seen this type of behavior before.

That sudden change of passion within his patients the moment they talked about their parents.

Whether it was by their mother, father, both of them, or even by other relatives; it was all the same to him.

They all fixed themselves the way their parents would have liked them to be.

With Stewart, the second he mentioned his mother he instinctively fixed himself as if he was waiting for someone to tell him something. Almost like he was showing how well he tidied himself up all by himself with no issue and he was waiting to be praised for it.

“What about your mother, Stewart? What made you so afraid of her?”

He can see it, even with poor eyesight, the dead man can see the pale teen’s eyes shine with tears. But almost immediately he wiped them away the second he started to bounce his knee up and down.

“She wanted me to be perfect like she was.”

Atychiphobia: The fear of failure.

His students had this phobia, Crane remembers one of them breaking down during finals and how much they begged him for a passing grade. They all didn't want their parents to look at them and be so very disappointed in how imperfect their child was. With Stewart, the doctor can see how far this fear was embedded within him, even from the day he was born.

He wasn't even looking him in the eye.

“The second that I was born all she ever did was force me to be perfect. I was the firstborn, and two more after me but they don't matter, what mattered is that I was the first and the first has to be perfect, right? So, I tried my best to be perfect.”

For this, he crossed one leg over the other.

“Boys don't cry, she always said that, because boys turn into men and men don't cry. Because a toddler crying over falling was too much, sure, fine, believe that.”

He crossed his arms.

“She looked deeply into my eyes and told me if I ever get an F, I’ll make her cry, I didn't even step into school and it was my first day too. I felt like shit the entire day and nearly broke down when the teacher said I didn't set my desk right.”

He huffed.

“Bitch had a fit hearing me push a girl down at recess, she hit hard on my ass and told me she isn't raising a wife-beater. She didn't let me explain I pushed the girl down because she stole my pencil!”

He leaned back on his chair, his hands grabbing his arms so hard his nails dug into his very skin.

“Set an example for this family, “she said, “you’re the firstborn son, you can't mess this up, if you do, so help me, I don't know what I’ll do!”

He dug deeper.

“I knew what she was going to do, she knew too, and fuck, if I wasn't scared shitless then I wouldn't know what else would by now.”

He was shaking his head, wiping another tear from his eyes as he finally set his leg down and started to bounce it uncontrollably.

“And your father?”

“Work, always work, when he came home he always asked about school rather than how I was feeling. He treated the same as my siblings too so honestly I wasn't alone in how worthless I felt to him. But dear old mom had his attention but I'm sure it was because she took the stress out of him every night when he came home.”

“Were you ever afraid of him?”

“Nah, it wasn't much on fear but more on resentment. All I ever wanted was to see that man just give me one look, just one, and tell me he was proud of what I'd done. But I didn't get that, all I got was a scowl because I got a B on math, because yeah, that's what you need to be upset about. Not the red marking of Mom slapping me on my face, but a goddamn B on math.”

Stewart scoffed again, raising his arms in defeat before he let himself sink into his chair. He was still shaking his head, still avoiding eye contact, still wiping the tears from his eyes, and still bouncing his knee up and down.

“I don't know what else they wanted from me, I think they just wanted to kill me from the inside rather than out.”

Crane took a few more notes down before he too fixed his posture on his chair, the noise it made the young man flinch. For a second he raised his arms like he was expecting someone to catch him in the act of talking against his parents. But upon seeing the dead man once again take notes about his unaccounted mental health, he slightly relaxed at that revelation.

Slightly.

“Stewart,” the doctor finally said, “why did you really leave your family to join the Jokerz?”

Stewart shrugged.

“You heard what I said, I didn't want to be a little miss perfect anymore, I was sick of it, so I left.”

“No, Stewart, there's more to it, there's something you’re not telling me.”

For that, the teenager looked annoyed, yet the doctor persisted, pointing an accusing finger at the teenager with his pen.

And as if an invisible force overcame the teen he flinched back at the accusation.

Fear of confrontation, perhaps?

“What was it, Stewart? What was it that set you over the edge? What made you run away and never turn back? What you told me before was building up to something, but that something has to be so despicable that it guaranteed you that you were never allowed back into your family!”

He was shaking now, his bottom lip quivering.

Yes, that must be it!

Fear of confrontation!

Was there a phobia of it?

If not, he’ll have to make one for himself!

“What was it, Stewart?”

“I told you, I-”

“Did you tell your mother off?”

He looked angry and then confused.

“Yes-no-I mean-”

“Did you curse your father out in front of his business partners?”

He looked shocked.

“Why would-”

“Did you make your siblings do the dirty work?”

He was angry again.

“No, God no, they wouldn't understand!”

“Understand what?”

His words were cut short.

“What was something that they couldn't understand?”

He wouldn't let him answer.

“What did you do that they couldn't do, Stewart?”

He’ll build up what's been repressed for so long.

“What made you so afraid not to admit to me what happened all those years ago?!”

The truth will come out.

“BECAUSE I BROKE HER VASE!”

Stewart raised himself out of his chair, blond hair flying over his shoulders, face elongated with fury as he knocked over the chair he sat on.

“I BROKE HER DAMN VASE, OKAY?!”

He raised his arms in the air, waving his hands around like he was possessed. One pulling at his golden locks and the other shoving at nothing in the air.

“I broke that fucking vase she kept fawning over every single day and night, “he screamed, “that damn vase was worth more than my life!”

He was pacing back and forth now, his ranting erratic, and words jumbled over each other the more he talked.

“Every day I would see her caress the damn thing like it was her child; like it mattered more to her than to me or the others. She’d clean it herself, made sure every side was polished and refined like it was brand new and every time I’d come up to it she’d scream at me to not touch it. She’d hit my hands with hers if I ever so made a move that looked like I was going to touch it! It didn't matter if I was bleeding by the time she was done she’d just go back and look at that vase again!”

He started to pull at his hair, Crane saw how strands of it had begun to fall to the ground ever so gracefully.

“But it was more than that, Doc, “he’ll have to correct him on that later, “it-it wasn't just the vase!”

Stewart was crying now, tears spilled out of his eyes like a waterfall, his hands now clutching at the sides of his head.

“It was everything that she owned! Her makeup, her clothes, her paintings, her vases, her collectibles-GOD-EVERYTHING THAT DIDN'T BREATHE WAS SO SPECIAL THAN I EVER WAS!!!”

He dug into his scalp before proceeding to pull at his hair again, only this time, he pulled at the roots.

“I couldn't take it anymore because you know what, Doc, it wasn't just that vase that set me off, it was my school. Yeah, my school, I failed a grade and I was going to take Summer classes because I was a complete dumbass throughout the course daydreaming of a life I couldn't have! I flunked everything and as soon as my mom knew she didn’t even look at me and the more she resented me the more it ate me up on the inside.”

He then grabbed at his chest, pulling at the seams of his shirt.

“It felt like my heart was going to burst out of my chest, I couldn't breathe, Doc, I was on my KNEES begging for my mom to talk to me! I was crying like a baby, there was snot down my nose and tears were messing up my collar, but all she ever did was look in the mirror and fix herself up.”

He sniffed up the snot that ran down his nose, his pain didn't come to him as he once again looked away from the dead man.

“And by the time she was done, she was already walking out the door with everyone else. Dad was already in the car, my siblings were all dolled up for the pictures, and my mom was the one with her door on the handle. And she looked at me and she said-”

And then he looked, dark eyes staring at the endless abyss of the dead man’s eyes of a doctor he alone brought back to life.

Barely a few seconds passed before Crane made the move to talk.

“What did she say?”

And then Stewart gagged, strangely enough with a smile.

“That’s the thing, Doc, she didn't say anything, she just left me, “for that the teenager gave out a shrug, spitting out another cry before setting himself down on the floor.

“But that look she gave stuck with me, it's always stayed with me, even now. That night she just left me with that look permanently engraved into my mind. And I just got up, empty, and walked off in my home, alone, and didn't stop until I was right there in front of that damned vase.”

He raised his hands in front of him like he was holding something, and for a moment he just looked at them.

He looked at the imaginary object, his mind yet connecting with the real world, Stewart looked onto the vase that his mother loved so desperately. And before Crane would realize it, Stewart raised the imaginary vase in the air and smashed it into the ground below, hard.

And as if he was consumed by this memory, the dead man in the shadows watched on as a young Stewart looked upon the mess he had created.

At first, the young teenager was terrified, his pale hands coming up to his sweaty face about what he had done. His mind rushing he bent down to pick up the pieces before he suddenly stopped and was suspended like a statue. His dark eyes wandered the mess for a moment longer, maybe too long, before he raised his foot and smashed a large price into two.

And below the crazed blond hair that tangles itself onto the broken mind of this child, Stewart began to smile.

And he raised his foot and he continued to step all over the vase. And then he started to grab a few more pieces before he began throwing them all around the home. The ecstasy that overcame the boy grew when he had seen the scratch-made on the wall caused by the shard.

It was then Stewart picked up that said piece and began to carve it onto the walls of his home.

He carved whatever words, letters, and signs he could think of at that very moment. His smile grew wider as he scrapped no doubt expensive wallpaper in his already expensive home. But his mind didn't catch up to the thought of getting in trouble-no-his mind was relishing in the release of all the pain and suffering he’s been through by doing what he's doing now.

Up next were the other vases being pushed over either by hand or by a rough tumble to the very object that held them up for so long.

He was laughing now, using different shards of the vases to tear through the paintings held up on the walls of his home. The once luscious paintings depict rather a melodramatic setting of happy family life than being torn apart by a boy no older than the new Batman!

And Stewart didn't stop there, oh no, there was more!

Next, he ran into his parent’s room, one foot stumbling over the other in his excitement. The first thing he knocked over was his mother’s makeup table, everything used and new all knocked over and stepped on by the teenager. And before long he grabbed at the many pale lipsticks his mother wore, took off the caps, and proceeded to write all over the mirrors.

Every derogatory word directed towards that woman was made and the teenager then went over to her closet. And, of course, every expensive dress, blouse, skirt, and even undergarment was torn to shreds by hand. No mercy or thought is given as they were all thrown into a pile, all treated like trash by the boy.

Then the bed was ruined, whatever was under it was left alone as the boy had enough trauma to deal with. The curtains were then torn from their hinges, the soft silky fabric torn like the clothes it was carelessly thrown into a pile like the others. Once again, the boy wasn't satisfied with the destruction so he moved over to the carpet and rightfully tore it up until he saw the ground below.

The entire room was in disarray, nothing could ever help to rebuild what has been lost. And if it was rebuilt, then the memories of what had transpired will forever be engraved into the minds of those who saw it for themselves.

Stewart didn't stop there either, but his reign of destruction ended merely when his mind finally caught up to what he had done. Fear did cross his face before complete satisfaction quickly washed over and a soft chuckle ran through his chapped lips.

“Shit.”

Picking himself off the floor, Stewart ran off towards his room, bypassing the chaos he left in his wake. Twisting his body through the door he closed it out of instinct, yet the Doctor was still with him, watching ever so intently.

And by watching, Crane saw that the boy ran into his closet and saw him open a hatch underneath a shoe rack.

Ah, a secret place to hide his belongings, truly a teenager at their finest!

And through this secret passage, Stewart took out his prized possessions, items that he wouldn't dare show off to his mother in fear of disappointment. Heels are designed with a pointy tip, pants fitted with torn shreds at the bottom, a shirt depicting either a skull or a pumpkin engraved onto it, and a top hat with a pointy tip with a belt strapped to it like the one with his pants.

The only thing left now was his pumpkin.

The teenager dug through and brought out a makeshift jack-o-lantern, from which items within have been stacked to the brim.

It wasn't long before Stewart had stepped out of the closet as a new man, wearing clothes that he could only dream about. He stepped in front of the mirror, looking ever so proud of himself for what he had done and what he looked like now.

He united the tie that strapped his hair back and let his long golden locks fly over his shoulders.

What was once something his mother would constantly complain about concerning his masculinity wasn't a problem anymore.

His mother’s words did not concern him at the moment, what did concern him was how he was going to get out.

He didn't want to go through the front door, despite it being this time of night, he knew the eyes that watched his family did so. So the teenager went off towards his window, his room simply at the end of his lavish house, he opened it and looked down at the backyard.

He made a move to look back like he could have stopped and maybe turn his life around, but he looked forward. He braced himself as he stepped off the edge of the window and onto the roof before jumping off onto the ground below.

Crane watched on as Stewart walked off into the woods that hung at the side of his home. The hill merely downpours and integrates itself into the buildings of the ever thriving city of Neo-Gotham itself.

From within the jack-o-lantern, Stewart took out a phone and dialed a number only so few knew about.

The phone rang three times before someone picked it up.

“Yellow?”

“Chuck, it's me, “Ghoul muttered through the line, “I’m ready.”

Then, everything was back to normal, at least, that's what Crane had believed before setting his eyes over at the child before him.

The boy that had been born and lived a luscious life that everyone dreamed of left it to live a life of crime. Truly, a tale told to any misbehaving child to appreciate what they have in their lives and to never throw it away because, in the end, it’d be hopeless.

And here was where it got him.

Stewart was on his hands and knees, his breathing labored, eyes still wet with tears, hair still wild, and skin still drenched with sweat.

The room around them had turned over itself, no doubt the direct result of his fit of rage. His anger set forth and unmistaken, the others surely would have heard this, no doubt they could be listening from the other side of the door right now.

“So that’s how it happened; from beginning to end, that's how Stewart Carter Winthrop III became the Ghoul that stalks Neo-Gotham as we know it.”

Ghoul sniffed up the snot and gave a small nod, wiping more tears from his eyes.

“Yeah, that's everything.”

“Everything?”

He looked away for a moment.

“I-uh-wet my bed until I was fourteen?”

Crane made one final note in his notebook before eventually closing it with a satisfying ‘thud’ and picked himself right off his chair. He went over to the teenager who struggled to comprehend what just happened in the last ten minutes or so.

Catching the doctor’s eye, Stewart flinched, his mind still fresh in his early memories of his childhood; he didn't quite pick up what was happening. But the pale hand did not hit him, it simply stretched out in a comforting manner, and with that Ghoul held on and lifted himself on his still tingling legs.

“Stewart, I want you to realize what happened to you was not your fault.”

Ghoul scoffed, “I know.”

“No, you don't know, “pale hands rested on his shoulders and gave him a slight squeeze.

“All your life fear was used against you, to control you, to make you less than what you actually were. Your mother used fear to grow you into an idealized man that she could only wish would come from your father. But she failed and you want to know why?”

Stewart nodded, his eyes nervously over at the dead man’s own.

“She failed because you were stronger than her, better than her; you’ve conquered your fear that very night to do something your mother would have never done. You became Ghoul not because it showed your delinquency towards the world, but because it would have made your mother afraid of you.”

“Afraid?”

“Yes, Ghoul, afraid, “Crane smiled underneath his burlap mask, seeing the sudden twitch of a happy expression across the teenager’s face excited him.

Or maybe it was because he used his real name, but the doctor chose the ladder.

“That night you showed your mother what you were capable of; destroyed what she held close to her heart, made her feel the fear within her when she saw what you had done. Imagine it-she went home thinking you have still been defeated by the power she held over you, that you were still broken under her rules. But then she realized something the moment she opened the door; do you know what that was, Ghoul?”

Ghoul felt his heart skip a beat.

“Uncertainty-no-fear.”

Crane gave out a chuckle, shaking Ghoul by his shoulders.

“Yes, fear, she felt fear! That raw emotion that controls our lives affected her the second she opened that door, maybe even before she opened it! But I guarantee you, the more she looked through her home to slowly find everything destroyed; the more fear grew within her.”

It was clear now, how could he not have seen it?

It was dark on the inside of his home, only the moonlit the hallways across as well as the rooms. The lights wouldn't be needed as the destruction was enough to make her realize what had happened.

Did he think she was robbed? Did she care to call out his name in anger or fear of his life?

Did she bother to go into his room to see if he was alright? No, of course not, why would she bother.

She’d be too busy crying over her vase, her makeup, her clothes, and even her room.

Only his siblings would have been the ones to see the open window in his room, they must have looked in jealousy, no doubt. That he had finally freed himself from the troubles of their home and fled into the nothingness that was Neo-Gotham.

But, oh, what he’d give to see her face.

The shock, the uncertainty, the horror, the fear!!!

“She must have been scared out of her mind, “Ghoul found himself muttering under his breath, the corner of his mouth twitching to a smile.

“And I didn't even get to see it.”

“Oh, but you will, “Crane reassured the teenager, “but for that, you’re going to have to change.”

“Change?”

“Yes, Stewart, change. Change for the world to see who you really are underneath all the pain and suffering you went through in your life. No more will people look down on you because of what you dress up as, the life others would dream of, or even judge you on how you live as now.”

The grip on his shoulders tightened but that did not seem to faze Stewart at all. It only confirmed that what was happening was the real deal.

“You can show everyone that you’ve conquered your fear once and for all, and show your mother that her fears have become a reality!”

His smile grew wider, mind rushing on the possibilities of the near future, and even on what he could be but better!

“Do you want to see her fears become a reality, Stewart? Do you want to see your mother realize all her hard work and dedication resulted in what you have become today?”

He didn't even think all that clearly, the image alone of his mother screaming was enough for him.

“I do.”

This time, he’ll finally be the one to show his mother who’s above who.

#holy hell I am exhausted #I am proud yet terrified of what I have made #poor ghoul #he's been through so much #and Crane just eats that up #tw: mental health #tw: abuse #tw: child abuse #tw: parental abuse #tw: manipulation #tw: childhood trauma #tw: child neglect #tw: child abandonment #btas scarecrow #scarecrow #the scarecrow #batman #btas jonathan crane #jonathan crane #the new batman adventures #tnba #batman the animated series #btas #batman beyond #batman beyond ghoul #stewart carter winthrop iii #my writing

[picavecalyx]

It isn't necessarily that Andre or Amil are...bad, not necessarily. Amil was hesitant with the entire abandoning their child idea, only encouraged by Andre when everytime she looked at the child she was terrified. Do they regret what they did? Yes. Would they do it again? Absolutely. They are terrified of what they do not understand, and Silva happens to one that they will never understand.

#study ;; beneath a piteous smile #verse ;; pokemon ;; beyond destructing and falling petals #tw: child abandonment #'not bad' but honestly quite loosely. #they abandoned their child. disowned the name and would not do anything but ignore her for their own safety.

[blackdragonmedicdean]

Wanted to write this thing that take place in The Evil Within verse (tw will be in tags) 

         Dean sat in his sister’s car waiting for her to come back she had left while he, slept leaving only a note. It had told him to be good and not leave the car unless he had to use the bathroom or to stretch his legs. Not wanting to disobey, he did what he was supposed to knowing in the trunk was his medication and snacks. Along with him having his favorite blanket and pillow along with his stuffed toy so he would be warm. Dean laid down as he curled up on his side, deciding to take a small nap till his sister came back to where ever she had gone. Waking up a few hours later, he noticed his sister wasn’t back from where ever she had gone but figured she probably had to walk along way to find someone. So shrugging, he pulled down the middle seat and, moving the middle latch, he got into the trunk and got his snack, along with his medication. Dean took his medication, making sure to not drop the needle, once that was done he put the container back. He ate his food, the small boy decided to get out of the car to stretch his legs really quick. As he went to step out, he fell over on to the ground, sinking into the snow. Getting up quickly in response to this, he dusted his body off, squeaking at how cold it was, but decided to play in it for a bit. When he was done, the boy got back into the car, dusting off before he got back in.  

        Over a few weeks, he repeated what he had done before, still waiting for his sister to come back. It was during one of those times he decided to go look for her, only to get scared when he heard a noise causing him to run back to the car. Dean decided he wouldn’t try and do that again, thinking maybe something in the nearby woods was watching him. Making him refuse to leave unless he needed to not going to far from the car. Another week passed with still no sign of anyone, and the car was now covered in snow. Not only that, he was sick coughs wracking his body, shivering as he pulled his blanket tightly around his body, holding his stuffed toy to his chest tight as he could. Every noise made him flinch as his sick addle mind made him think something was trying to at him in the car. During one of these times, he had sat up and screamed for the monster to go away and leave him be. Another he tried to remain quiet, as he didn’t want the thing to break the window and get him. Other times he slept soundly, tho those moments were few for him as he would constantly wake up when the wind picked up, making him think something was around only for nothing to happen. Sitting up, he stared at the back of the passenger seat as he stared ahead. Dean’s brain during that time pretended that the car was moving and that his sister had came back for him.  

          The more he got lost in his sick idle mind dream, his parents had joined them. All of them were happy singing along to the car radio next to him Carri would make Mister Patches kiss his cheek before giving him the toy back. Dean smiled, body swaying in place, not realizing he was now outside of the car standing in the snow. Thinking everyone was now outside of it playing in a nice sunny field, having a nice picnic. Before he blacked out, he heard the sound of his mother calling to him to join them. As he laid on the ground, the snow covering his body, the car door left wide open behind him, it too getting bits of snow inside of it.

#writing #Dean Amorette #Child!Dean #tw: child abandonment #tw: sick character #tw: needles #The Evil Within Verse

[sm-baby]

Well can we see Mei-Lyn as a baby?

#child endangerment #child abuse #tw #trigger warning #child abandonment #art #Piece by Piece #mei lyn #mei-lyn #meilyn

[lostmf]

Someone who loves you wouldn’t do this

Someone who loves you wouldn’t do this

Someone who loves you wouldn’t do this

Someone who loves you wouldn’t do this

Someone who loves you wouldn’t do this

Someone who loves you wouldn’t do this

Someone who loves you wouldn’t do this

Someone who loves you wouldn’t do this

Someone who loves you wouldn’t do this

Someone who loves you wouldn’t do this

#sadnees #tw depressing thoughts #depressing shit #i'm sad #depressing life #tw depressing stuff #childhood trauma #quotes #poetic #childhood #childhood ptsd #childhood truama #crying child #this is a cry for help #anger issues #child abuse #abandoned #wound tw #truamacore #generational truama #kill my thoughts #kill my life #kill my feelings #i hate everything #ptsd #song lyrics #conan gray #lyric posting #toxic parents #i am in pain

[loveyourlovelysoul]

Sometimes we desire a relationship cause we think we may heal everything about us through it. We think the other person has all the answers for us, and will solve our own puzzle. Truth is, the other person is just another person exactly like us, with their own issues and life to live, and we cannot expect them to heal us too. We can surely ask for help, for support, as we can give ours to them, but... most of the work is still up to us. We need to do our part: we need to come closer to them too, to compromise (on what we can), to stand our ground too when necessary, and to be fair, vulnerable and open. No matter what we learned in our childhood (very likely when we had to take care of our emotionally unstable/immature caregivers), we cannot have someone else doing all the job for us. No matter how much we want to feel less alone, we also need to give others the chance to get inside of our world. We need to let down some walls in order for this to happen for real. We need to learn to trust again (and trust that we're strong enough to survive if by any chance the other will leave us -it doesn't have to be our fault anyway, it can be just life).

#words #healing #important #positivity #self love #thoughts #positive thinking #self healing #healingjourney #love yourself #self care #life lessons #life #tw family #family issues #childhood trauma #tw child trauma #relationships #tw abandonment #tw loneliness

[worst-mother-throwdown]

BRACKET 1

Semifinals

TW: child abuse, manipulation, torture, murder, mass murder, child abandonment

Shadow Weaver propaganda

Titania propaganda

#worst mother throwdown #worst fictional mother throwdown #she ra and the princesses of power #shadow weaver #october daye titania #october daye #tw child abuse #tw manipulation #tw murder #tw child abandonment #tw torture #tw mass murder

[a-998h]

Hello I saw your Neuvillette story and I got an idea from I, what if the reader is the reincarnation of a child that he loved as his own but passed away at an early age due to sickness.

*Warning: this fic contains mentions of child death, child illness, abandonment, and depressing thoughts!*

By clicking "Keep Reading" you have read and understand these warnings

"The merchant quickly plucks the loveliest rose he can find, and is about to pluck more to create a bouquet only to end up," Neuvillette reads before being cut off.

"Why didn't the merchant just ask for the roses?" The child asks.

Neuvillette smiles and pats the child's head. After finishing the story, Neuvillette packs up and takes the child back to their home.

"Excuse me?" Neuvillette asks.

"Yes, your child has Eleazar sir," the doctor said.

Neuvillette kept his composure as best as he could. But it was hard, especially when the doctors figured out the child had such an advanced case that they only had a year left.

One year later in the summer, the child died and Neuvillette was a mess. He cried and mourned for so long. He knew he would lose you to old age eventually but now... you didn't even make it to a double digit age.

Neuvillette was forced to take today off because Furina said so. He placed a bouquet of Rainbow Roses on the child's grave and took a walk through the streets. He then saw you, a dirty little child in an alleway. When he saw you, he frowned.

"Who could do this to such an innocent thing?" Neuvillette asks out loud.

Neuvillette's first thought was to give you to an orphanage, but something made him not want to. He got you some food and he started to notice you had the same hair color as his original child.

After he adopts you it takes two years for him to realize you were the reincarnation of his original child.

"Papa, can you read me La belle et la Bête?" You asked.

He does a spit take with his tea. His first child's favorite story was La belle et la Bête, they would beg for him to always read it.

He starts to notice other things about you, how you have freckles in places where your past life had scales thanks to Eleazar.

Now he introduces you to Furina and is slightly more worried about your health, he also never takes you to Sumeru in fear that you'll catch Eleazar.

As much as he loves his original child, he never wants you to feel overshadowed by them. He cares about you and his dead child. He never mentions reincarnation because he doesn't want to give you a crisis.

"Je t'aime... mon petit dragon," Neuvillette says, as he cradles you in his arms.

He puts you to bed and makes sure you fall asleep. Kissing your forehead, he leaves you to sleep peacefully as your music box plays.

#genshin fanfic #genshin impact x reader #gn reader #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #neuvillette genshin #genshin fontaine #genshin angst #genshin fandom #platonic fanfic #tw: illness #tw death #tw depressing thoughts #tw child death #tw child loss #tw abandonment

[ach-sss-no]

I feel weird giving out unprompted permission statements because I'm making a big assumption that anyone's going to want to use my work. That said I also know people do like to build on other people's art and can't always work up the nerve to ask, so: Anyone is free to use this design if they want to for any reason- I don't own this character anyway. (Although I am hopeful that you do not, you know, monetize it, because i cant do that and if you do that its not fair ;_; ) Feel free to remix, improve, use as basic inspiration, etc. I would appreciate a tag/mention if you use it so I can see what you did!

This design has evolved a little since I first started drawing it, and I will see people reblogging the original design notes and think 'oh no! those are out of date and I don't have new/accurate ones!'

Reblogging the old one is still an honor- and the first take on a design just sometimes has a different appeal because it's less refined and more chaotic (especially with a character that should be chaotic), so I suspect some people will just prefer the older drawings & they'll still get shared, which is great! But I felt as if the project was a little bit incomplete without an update, since I think I've reached the point where if you see that old post & then come to my blog and look at my current content, there's a noticeable difference.

Also I kind of like making design notes.

If anyone's wondering why things changed, the answer's really simple- 90% of it is just the result of him settling into having more consistent anatomy and facial structure so that I can keep him looking accurate across different angles and poses. If you look at the old drawings you may notice that Gollum has an inconsistently shaped squishy head. That's fine for a concept post but doesn't work as well for maintaining him across different comic panels or in an animatic, at least not the way I work.

In the same vein, while my art is still & will always be heavily stylized, I started giving him more structured semi-sorta-realistic anatomy so that he wouldn't look entirely out of place next to less bizarre-looking characters such as Aragorn. (I feel that's also helpful in nudging Gollum into the uncanny valley where he ought to be, rather than leaving him so abstractified that there's a risk you won't see anything wrong with him having noodle arms.) He also acquired the new-style 'garbage bag' outfit because I found a reference in LOTR to his arms and legs being bare/exposed (it's in one of my favorite passages, the 'an eagle would think Gollum was dead if it came by right now' passage in The Two Towers):

Not even an eagle poised against the sun would have marked the hobbits sitting there, under the weight of doom, silent, not moving, shrouded in their thin grey cloaks. For a moment he might have paused to consider Gollum, a tiny figure sprawling on the ground: there perhaps lay the famished skeleton of some child of Men, its ragged garment still clinging to it, its long arms and legs almost bone-white and bone-thin: no flesh worth a peck.

#long post #blobart #lotr #lotr gollum #lotr fan redesign #i really do love that passage because it says so much and implies more #sam and frodo are sitting there invisible because they are being protected by the gift of love and honor galadriel gave them #gollum who has been busting his butt to hide all of his life #issplatted out there like a frog entirely exposed. he has nowhere to hide and no protection- not even proper clothing #and even a carrion bird would think he was 1) dead 2) of no value #...and then we have tolkien drawing the allusion to a starved/abandoned child #it's eerie and deeply empathetic at the same time #It's also funny. why would there be an eagle here pondering gollum #same energy as 'a fox wondered why these hobbits were bobbling around in the woods' and then the fox disappears forever #also same energy as 'there was a thrush nearby. bilbo was in such a bad mood that he tried to kill it' #body horror #eye horror #unsanitary/ #bones?.... #tw: gollum #there #I will be doing a morning reblog of this because i only do this once every two years so postblock it if once was enough

[sybill-the-seer]

Young ~3-y/o Harry following Petunia around the house while she does chores. Young Harry holding onto Petunia’s skirt and sucking his thumb while she does the dishes. Young Harry playing quietly in the grass near Petunia while she weeds the garden. Young Harry just wanting to be WITH someone at all times. Young Harry trotting along after Petunia all day being her little shadow until her patience wears thin and she sends him to his cupboard. Young Harry being a clingy child who desperately needs affection but never gets it.

#😭😭😭 #my boy has abandonment issues i don’t make the rules #he was torn away from his family and everyone and everything familiar to him at such a young age #and thrust into this entirely new environment #with people he’s never met before #and he just wants his mum #but she’s not there #no one can tell me 1 y/o Harry had an experience that traumatic and then didn’t have abandonment issues #my boy was a clingy child #and it hurts me #and older Harry has become so accustomed to abandonment that he starts to expect it #and is then pleasantly surprised when people stick around #petunia dursley #harry james potter #tw child abuse #tw childhood trauma

[throttlegainwell]

Thinking about that fine line Jonathan walks re: Lonnie's impact on Will. Wanting to insulate Will from Lonnie's rejection and soften that blow as much as he's able, but not wanting to give him false hope and feed a dangerous fantasy where Lonnie has a place in his life.

Because who wants to look into those big, sad eyes and tell their little brother that Dad doesn't love him? That he will never care, and that Will is nothing to him. But he also wants Will to be prepared, and he doesn't want to lie to him. He respects this kid and he wants to impress that upon him--the world may not, but Jonathan will always respect his intelligence and ability to think for himself, and he will nurture that, would never hamper it even supposedly for Will's own good.

So he makes it about conformity. There's a life lesson in that. It's not just that Dad doesn't give a shit--it's that Will should be true to himself because fuck everyone who doesn't see it that way.

#jonathan byers #will byers #stranger things #i dunno jonathan knows that lonnie sucks and i think it's hard for him to see will pining for this horrible person #(or more like the idea of him maybe--the chalk outline of fatherhood that he represents) #who's damaged jonathan so deeply but more importantly (to him) hurt everyone he cares about and left so much wreckage in his wake #so there's a part of him that wants to prepare will & build up that armor the way that jonathan has for himself #and that's gotta be a tough instinct to supress (because lonnie has instilled so deeply in jonathan that the world is a dangerous place) #but he never ever *ever* wants to strip will of his innocence and hope so he knows he can't #and that's the narrow set of parameters he's working with #don't tell will that dad doesn't give a shit about him (but if he figures it out on his own then be there for him and don't deny it) #don't tell him dad's a piece of shit & not worth it--just redirect until will realizes that he doesn't have to care #all the while he's thinking #'no he doesn't love you but so many people do and so many will' #wishing with all his heart that that would be enough #he's so careful how he talks to him--because the truth isn't kind but jonathan can be #child abandonment tw

[spookytastemakercolor]

CANNIBAL DAD

Dad! Bob x Baby/Kid/teen! Reader

Yes I have become a part of the Bob simps, BUT THIS IS NOT A FANFIC! No, THIS is Mista' Bob Velseb as a dad! Cause who doesn't want him as a dad? I know you heathens like me want him as a DA-, Ahem. Sorry for that. Anyway onto the post and enjoy! As a FYI some things may not be cannon.

Warning: Cannibalism, gore, mention of murder/killing, Abandonment, Cursing, Mentions of being drunk, Mention of trying to feed off of Bob (Don't.), Used as bait, knifes, bones, kid behavior but more unhinged

BOB VELSED

To say the least you're mother never even wanted you after getting drunk and sleeping with a notorious cannibal killer that was loose after he tried killing her one night.

Bob found out he had a kid when she just left you at the front door of his hideout in the winter with a simple note saying, " Here's your kid, I don't give a shit if you eat them or not but I'm not keeping them. " ( She didn't live long after that)

Definitely didn't know WTF to do once he got you inside (Man was not prepared). He stood in his living room holding you for about a hour debating whether to eat you or not.

Once you started to try and grab his sweater he decided to keep you and raise you, even if he was on the run or not you are his little ball of sunshine!

He sat on his slightly disheveled couch for about a hour trying to think of what to do. Sure he'd had one night stands before getting caught but THIS! This wasn't something he would have ever expected to happen as he looked down to the small infant wrapped in his sweater to keep them from the winter cold. He had just got back from killing that cursed woman who left you out in the cold but now he had no idea what to do, he was stuck between eating you or not.

Finally he decided to just eat you and as he went for his knife something snatched his 2nd sweater, he froze as his head slowly looked down at the small hands closed down on it as if asking to be held up closer to him. Slowly but surely he lifted you up and held you with one arm as his claw like hand went to grab your hands, you gave small coo's and babbles as you played with his fingers. He knew then and there he wouldn't let the world take you away from him.

Robbed a convenient store 5 hours after he realized he needs to get you food and supplies when you tried latching onto him. (Headlines were fucking CHAOTIC with the pictures and tape!)

Definitely experienced with some baby care knowledge. I will die on this hill.

Since he's on the run the house isn't in the BEST conditions. . . . . But he makes due with what he has and knows he can keep you warm through the winter!

He doesn't know how to handle you crying so he usually keeps a victim alive for help until eventually killing and cooking them. Can't have anyone see him be a softy

You're toys and chew toys consistent of bones, anything he steals off victims, his horns (Yes. He gives you the horns.) Any and all clothes, blankets, and victim hand's (Don't question how it stays fresh. . . .)

The girl kept screaming for bob to let her go as he made his way to his hideout, he was slightly running since he had gone out pretty far in the woods and was worried you had hurt yourself. He opened the door and could hear the little screams of his ball of sunshine, " I-Is that a baby? Oh god please don't hur- " " Quiet! Now I need ya' help and your gonna' help me or else I take ya' eyes and SHOVE 'em down your throat! "

Bob dragged her closer to the screaming as they entered and saw a little baracade of blankets with you in the middle screaming and crying. He let go of the girl and gently picked you up while turning to the girl slightly panicked " They been cryin' for 6 hours now and I can't find what's wrong, Now help me so they can stop! " she made her way towards you and held you close as they started to try and calm you down, which proved difficult from bob death staring them.

Slowly but surely you calmed down and looked up at the girl " Th-There we go, just tired aren't you? " she slowly rocked you back and forth to sleep as bob loosened up before taking you back and mimicking her movement while talking to you. She slowly made her way out of the door and bolted for the front door ' Finally! Freedo- ' it was short lived as they were yanked back by their hair and had their mouth covered " Now where do you think yer' goin'? I can't have you living after what you saw. . . . " she screamed, but being muffled, as bob dragged her to the basement.

As you grow older into the time frame of crawling or walking he had to start buildin' baracades!

Man saw you crawling for the first time and was starstruck! Until he noticed his knife hanging a LITTLE too close to the edge. Baracade numbro 1!

Now seeing as you are the child of a man who most definitely has ties to a certain cult and is definitely non-human in some way can he REALLY be surprised the first time you crawled on the ceiling and were over him while he tried to sleep?

Yeeeaaahhhh wall crawling? Be glad you haven't been stabbed or accidentally thrown when you fall off at random points

In total there are 13 baracades and 5 wall crawling stoppers (He got proper baby proofing materials later down the road, don't worry)

Ontop of the wall crawling is the, and in order of how he found out about them, Glowing eyes, Locking your jaw on anything that's flesh (R.I.P finger's from the chew toy) sounds like a demon escaping everytime you cry, demonic animal noises, and then finally you having surprisingly sharp teeth!

Bob held a camera as he set it up while setting you across the room " Ok, Come to papa! " you looked at him dumbfounded for a minute before starting to attempt to make your way towards him " That's it! Ya' can do it! " finally you started to crawling and his eyes got star's in them " There you go! Come on! " you were about half way before the lights went out and both your eyes started to glow " Oh shi- " before he could finish he heard you on the walls making those demonic noises that stuck in his nightmares " SHI-SHOOT! WHERE'D I PUT THE NET!!!! " he grabbed the little net bed as he tried finding you on the wall's.

" (N/N) WHERE ARE YA'! COME OUT FOR PAPA! " he went for the kitchen first until he heard you crawling on the ground in the living room then on a wall again, he went from room to room with you one step ahead of him until finally he decided to return on the power and look for you. " There now I can- " he covered his ears at the screech you let out from your guys room

' NoNoNoNoNoNoNoNo!!!! ' he slammed open the door expecting to find blood from you getting his knife but instead found a broken bone and slightly chipped tooth. He let out a sigh of relief before cradling you and trying to calm you down ' I really gotta' get 'em some soft chew toys. . . . '

When you got to the stage of being able to speak and stand he is the type of man to try and make you say Dada but instead you say Mama. Also becomes VERY protective and cautious once you start walking.

Around this time he'll try to hunt more since when you were a baby he couldn't leave you alone so he was limited to hunt around him instead of far out. Also will refuse to take you with him no matter how big of puppy dog eyes you give him.

Never excluded sneaking out and following him when he didn't take you!

It was 8:00 and bob had finished getting his hair slicked back and painting his face, you were put to bed and should be asleep by now. He had been hungry for about 4 weeks now but can you really blame him? He had to take care of his little ray of sunshine that's you! " * Sigh * Finally, I can go out and get me some meat. Don't need to worry about littl' (Y/N) tryin ta' come along eitha' " He made his way out the front door not noticing two glowing eyes watching on the ceiling or hearing the little demonic giggle that came out of you while following after Bob.

------Time skip------

Bob pinned his victim onto the wall while digging his knife as far as he could into their abdomen while letting out a holler of laughter. " HAHAHA HAHAHA!!!!!! Oh how I've MISSED this! " he pulled the knife out as the victim sprayed blood from his mouth onto his clawed hand, they dropped limp as Bob released them to the ground before pressing his knee down into the wound while placing his knife into their neck. " Did you know- "

" MAMA! "

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" W-Wha- " before the victim had more of a chance to speak bob squeezed their throat to make them pass out before turning to their littl' sunshine who ran up to him while making grabby hands " Mama mama!!!! Up up! " he picked you up with a big and slightly concerned smile, " Now how did you get here littl' lamb! " he could be mad another time. Rn, he just needs to take you home and bring the body with him " Mama, can I help? " bob was caught off guard but slowly he gave you a soft smile " Of course ya' can, just help papa with the body. " " MAMA! " he would have to find a way to break you out of the ' mama ' thing eventually, all that mattered at the moment was getting home and avoiding the approaching police.

He tries and take you out with him on peaceful walks and sometimes hunting since you will also most likely pick up cannibalism from bob and have his more sadistic traits, but you can cover them well like him too.

Since you now talk and walk he of course brings you little trinkets and gives you you're own room if you want one! If you don't he will build shelves from already broken ones or steal one for all your little gifts and finds. ( Has a secret compartment in his sweater where he keeps your drawings for himself 🤭)

He let's you keep whatever you want from a hunt and if you want something from a store he'll make sure to dress you up and wear a disguise so you can go shopping.

He also tries his best to pick up on sewing and knitting for you and himself. He remembered how much you loved watching people make things but never brought it up because you were so shy about it, so he surprised you with a semi wearable scarf! Since then he's been trying to do more but still needs practice.

You were waiting at the door for bob to show up again, you sadly couldn't got hunting with him but he promised to bring you back something special! Slowly you were loosing the battle of sleep until the door opened " Mama! " you never let him live the name down as you tried to jump up on him " Hey! How'd my little hell spawn hold up da' fort? " you straighten up while saluting to him " Guarded and secure! I even caught you a present! " you ran off to bring your gift over as bob set the multiple bags down on the fixed dinning table.

As you came back bob was slightly shocked to see the heavily bleeding and unconscious person you dragged along with you " I saw them in the woods lining the house and they tried to break in! " bob let a smile adorn his face, on that didn't look so crazy and forced, before picking you up and spinning you around as you giggled " Hahah! That's my girl/boy! " he set you down in a chair before pushing the bags towards you " Now you remember how I was gonna give you something special? Weeelllll I noticed you eyein' a few things in the store that you didn't grab sooooo- "

He didn't finish before you tore into the bags and started making excited demonic animal noises " Mama! Thank you! " you lunge to bob as he caught you and returned the hug " Anythin' for you my littl' sunshine. Now, how about I start dinner'? " " Yay! Dinner! "

Getting about 5-8 years old he allows you to venture out on your own but not to far to where he can't find you, but still you get to explore none the less. Of course you bring back things you find to bob which he cherishes with his life and makes sure to get you something back.

Buuuttttt your also a little rebel so you usually decide to go a LITTLE farther than allowed without him knowing.

This is also how you come across skid and pump one of the days you get lost and Bob's loosing his shit trying to find you and telling himself you're alright

Of course you make friends with the two and when you tell bob he is in a bit of a crossroad considering he tried EATING them last Halloween, But their your friends and he'll accept it eventually!

Are they allowed at the house? HELL NO! (Still sneak 'em in tho)

When he has a re encounter with the four people from last year because you were waving goodbye at the edge of the woods and he popped up to scold you for going out so far until seeing the four across the street. Cue awkward silence

Bob saw you waving towards the sidewalk across the forest and came up behind you with a worried but angry look " (Y/N) (M/N) Velseb. What are you doing out here? " " Mama! I was waving goodbye to my friends! " Bob turned to the sidewalk and froze as he saw the two familiar pumpkin and skeleton kid with two concerned parents. " Mama, can they come over for a play date PLEEEAASSSEEEEE!!!!!!!! " bob looked down at you with the biggest puppy dog eyes he could have imagined and felt his heart tighten as he looked back and forth between you and the others, finally he let out a sigh while looking at you " Fine. They can come but ONLY if you agree to tell me when to expect guest. Got it? " " Mhm Mhm! I got it! "

bob let out a tired sigh as you turned to tell skid and pump they could go over before happily climbing up to sit on his shoulders as you headed back leaving two very confused Lila and jaune behind with skid and pump feeling excited to have a new friend.

Now as I said, rebellious kid. Meaning you have gone into town which results in you getting both almost kidnapped by frank and having some very scary encounters with others.

Roy is a perfect example! Your first interaction was scary as shit for all of them cause you decide to pull the same did you know your old man pulled on them! Doesn't help you also have a Southern accent like him with a more deranged smile. Safe to say he don't wanna try shit with you

Other interactions that were tense at first are Frank, had tried bribing skid and pump with candy and you pulled off a head tilt with a smile which sent him driving, Dexter, you had met him when bob grounded you and he tried coming in through the front door, the cult, they had no clue of any ties between you and bob so they thought it was a good idea to try kidnapping you! Fucking. Not. Never came back to the house, and finally! Jack and john, you can use your imagination 🙃

Now of course once Jack and John find out you two are blood related (after you went to the police station because you lost bob on one of your hunts) they use you as bait every chance they get! Doesn't work out well though 🙂

You were currently sitting in a cell scared out of your mind and making the most eardrum bursting screeching anyone can imagine as you try to clue bob where you are. " Jesus! How the hell did that phsyco get laid and have this thing birthed! " John complained as you stopped and threw one of the pieces of the destroyed cell bed at him, he quickly ducked as you start giggling uncontrollably " That's not important! What is is that he shows up to try and get them out so we can catch him. " you started to actually loose your breath as you finally looked at the two with tears in your eyes while speaking " You can't catch mama! He's just gonna escape! "

You stopped laughing as the power went out and your eyes glowed as you started jumping up and down " Mama's here mama's here! " both men drew their guns as the turned on their flashlights trying to find him " Jack, get to the breaker box and turn on the- " before John could continue he was thrown across the room as Jack turned his gun and flashlight towards him, and oh BOY was bob pissed. He was in his signature costume drenched in blood and guts from what the flashlight showed.

" Did you know? " his voice was strained as his glowing eyes turned to jack before he was being held up by a claw around his throat " That you neva' fuck with a man who would do anythin' for his KID. " he blocked off more of Jack's airway before feeling a bullet got through his chest and hit Jack in the leg " MAMA! " you panicked slightly as you watch bob drop Jack and face towards the cowering John while smiling more pissed than ever " I'm alright sunshine! Just close yer' eyes and ears for me, well be home soon. " you followed his instructions as he lunged at John more determined than every to rip him piece by piece for putting you in a cell and trying to use you as bait.

This next section is for girl things, I'll do one for the boys but girls gotta be done first so I can get it out of the way

You have now entered teen years (11-18, sorry if you disagree) and guess what? You now have a period! Yaaaaayyyyyyyy........ Yeah god have mercy on anyone who hears the screams of demonic pain in the woods or enters the woods.

Bob has no experience whatsoever ever dealing with this subject so he is going to probably be the equivalent of a new dad panicking that his wife/girlfriend went into labor.

Tell him exactly what you need or this man will pop back up at the house with a human sacrifice ready for you to consume if it means he's safe from your wrath.

Be thankful he never dropped his sewing and knitting hobby cause you getting custom shit if it's certified help material

Bob had been pacing back and forth as he tried to think of how to help you as you were currently curled into a ball on his bed with blood all over your legs. He knew this day would come but he didn't think like this! Slowly you started to groan again as bob heard the slight clicks in it " Ok bob, what do you remember your ma' telling you and how ta' handle it. " he perked up when he thought he heard meat painfully came out of your mouth " Ok, I'll be back sunshine. Just stay tight and I'll bring ya' somethin' to help. " he exited the house now on a mission.

------Time skip------

You had been waiting for bob for about a hour now, the pain wasn't there anymore so you found it easy to shower and go about trying to stop the blood from getting everywhere. " I wonder why dad's taking so long..... " you chuckled slightly as you remember how you'd always say " mama " instead, just then the door opened with bob having a giant bag in his mouth while dragging a body behind him. He set the bag down before placing, who you recognize as a cashier, on the table.

" Ok I got whatever I could possibly think of before the police arrived and took me to a cell. " bob started pulling out all sorts of materials to help you before turning to look at you to see you facing the body " Dad, why did you bring a cashier? I thought we had enough meat? " he picked up the cashier before turning to you with a smile " For a offering so you don't kill me of course! " you almost laughed before composing yourself and looking at bob " Dad I don't need a sacrifice! Why in the world would you think I need a sacrifice???? " he scratched the back of his neck as you face palmed yourself not believing what was happening right now. " It's the thought that counts dad " you gave bob a hug as he hugged you back before turning to the now conscious cashier and punching them unconscious.

Hormones is 100% something he can't help you with even if he tried, but he's 100% gonna be your gossip buddy and do runway modeling for you if you pick up a habit of designing clothes or do things to help in anything you pick up (I can't help but imagine him striking a pose with duck lips as you laugh your ass off at his attempt at looking hot in a dress you made)

Having " The Talk " has got to be the only other time you've seen him visibly have to take more mental breaks than when he told you about cursing. Man was praying you'd stay little forever

He makes sure you drink your setting boundaries and respecting people who respect you juice 👏! (If you a Top he's gonna give you the finest gentleman juices in👏the👏world👏!)

One thing that's a constant he tells you is that no matter who or what you want to date he's gonna be happy as long as you are, so long as they pass his test! Also tells you if you do a secret relationship you better make it worth keeping it from your old man! And if they do something to hurt you or they weren't worth it YOU will be able to get all the revenge you want!

He really is just that dad who may not know anything about what happens when a girl matures but will happily try his best ever thought he knows absolutely nothing. Just don't bring up people drama cause you both gonna go and kill that person for dinner.

Bob heard the house door slam and saw you running up the stairs mumbling nope under your breath on repeat and red faced. He set down his book and glasses as he made his way up to your room that he gave you once you become 11, hearing you pacing and panicking made him slightly jog up and knock on your door as softly as he could. " Littl' lamb? Are you alright? Ya' ran up the stairs and were kinda' red. " " I-I'm fine dad! Nothing's wrong! " Bob was about to say alright but then something struck him like a hammer as he realized what was going on ' Right, she probably has a crush or her hormones must be going crazy. ' he opened the door as you stopped pacing and looked at him with some slight panic but tried to play cool as you smiled at him

" (F/N). I think it's time I talked to you about something. " you visibly tense as you sit on your bed while bob sits to your right " What do you need to talk about? " bob could see how tense you were before letting out a sigh and placing his hand on your shoulder " Listen kid, I know it might be hard now with all ya' hormones and feelings going haywire right now but, no matter what I'll always give ya' the same love I give ya' now. "

It was confusing to understand what bob was saying but you guessed you got it " Thanks dad? " that's when bob put on a smile before getting serious " But just so you know, if anyone hurts ya' or don't pass my test I ain't hesitatin' to kill 'em. And make a secret relationship' worth it! " finally you got what he was saying before and start laughing while bob tried to stay composed " I mean it! And make sure to get me some grandkids! " you laughed harder as bob slowly joined in.

Finally you both calm down and you give bob a hug as he wrapped his arms around you " Thanks dad. . . " " Anytime sweety'. "

Ok now that I've ran out of ideas for the girls it time for the boyz!!!!!!

First and foremost he is 10000% more prepared for this than anything for a daughter, I mean he had to go through this as well!

Boners and stuff of that nature is the easiest talk he's ever had to talk to you about. Man probably will give you the secret holy grail of how to hide a boner in any type of pants in this world

He still has the sewing and knitting hobby and I see him just crafting shit every teen boy would need to survive teen years. (ESPECIALLY if you get achne!)

He also gotta show you the groom my friends 🤌

It was around 10:00 and bob was on the verge of passing out from watching Kitchen Nightmares

(Fight me but he definitely watches it)

Until the scream of his son woke him up and had him running upstairs. He slammed open your rooms door as he searched around to find you sitting with the blanket over your head " (M/N)! Is everythin' alright!?!?!?!? " He made his way towards you and tried pulling down the blanket but you retracted and pulled it further on " Yup! Just a nightmare! " now bob knew this to be a lie so he had to think for a minute until remembering how old you were now.

" Son, pull the blanket off yer' face. It can't be as bad as some of the victums' I've seen. " Slowly but surely you pulled the blanket down to your shoulders as bob sighed with a slight smile on his face making his way towards you " Son I know you probably already know what's happenin' and I know this is probably scary but it's not as bad as it could be! " knowing how embarrassing but comforting this would be he pulled out a photo and handed it to you. " No way. Is that- " " Yup! That's my' freshman year picture. . . . " It showed a much younger bob with much longer hair than what he has now, slightly skinnier but still chubby body, and OMG he had a punk phase.

(YUP!, I feel like starting shit and just like with Kitchen Nightmares you can fight me because I'll die on these hills!)

But the one thing that had you in shock was to achne that lightly went all over his face " Go on, get it out yer' system! " and get it out of your system you did. When you finally calmed down as bob re-took his very much embarrassing high school photo, you look up at bob as you sideways hug with a smile on your face " Thanks dad, you really are the best dad someone could ask for. " Bob smiled as he hugged you back to the best of his abilities " Anytime. Now I gotta show ya' some tricks I learned for groomin'! "

Now, same rules apply with hormones. He may be able to give advice but he's not going to be fully there. Also applies with the interests, he will play basketball like he's 19 again until his leg gives out and your now trying to get him in the house so you can have him sleep like he's 80.

" The Talk " was so weird for you because he was bringing shit up that you ain't never fucking image goes with puberty. He just got no filter between what is happening simplified and what's happening with too much detail!

You getting your respect women juice and your gonna get your beat anybody's ass if they disrespectful juice! Man raising a gentleman! (If your a bottom he's gonna make sure your a power bottom, Mama don't raise someone who don't say what they want)

Dating rules and secret relationship rules still apply along with the revenge. This man is VERY supportive

He's all and all better at handling a boy than he is at handling a girl because this man is one of the most unprepared people possible for a daughter than you can ever imagine.

Bob had set down some plates as he made his way up to your room knowing you would have sneaked into the window to avoid him, but can you blame him? He's gotta worry when you have a temper that's almost got you and sometimes him caught (But he's proud). Getting to your door he heard you throwing things around the room while talking to yourself. He knocked as loud as he could which caused the room to go silent. " (M/N)! I'm coming in the room! " " Dad NO! "

Bob opened the door to a absolute mess, everything was thrown about or some destroyed as you stood in the middle gripping at your hair " (M/N)! WHAT'S WRONG!?!?!? " Bob ran to you, grabbing your shoulders and turning you towards him. You froze and went stiff as you started to well up tears " N-Nothing I just- I- " bob wrapped you in a tight hug as he tried to calm you down while you cried, calming down bob looked at you again and asked what was wrong. Letting out a sigh you looked away from him " I. . . . . I got a crush...... "

Bob got a smile on his face as he let you go and put his hands on his hips " Well who's the lucky gal'! " You rubbed your arm feeling nervous as bob looked confused, then he slightly went wide eyed as he let out a sigh putting his hand on your shoulder " Son. Listen. " you tensed up expecting the worst " I don't care who ya' love or what ya' love. Your still my kid. I'll be there for ya' no matter what. Just know if they dare hurt ya' anyway possible or don't fly with me I'm killing 'em. "

You smile as he hugged you, slowly returning the hug and looking up at him " Thanks dad...... " " Of course, just get me some grandbabies! " you laughed while going red as bob joined in with you before letting you go " Now, tell me about the boy who got my littl' devil's heart! "

Now gender neutral teenage stuff because I've got what needed to be divided slightly (Of course it's gonna be short so I can end my misery because my fingers hurting)

Kidnapping and going out hunting is going to be the most common things to happen.

Bob doesn't always go to your rescue every time though cause you handle yourself pretty well sometimes, RIP Jack and John's goddamn wallets from the hospital trips 💀

You honestly just get alot more freedom than expected but he still worries so you always gotta keep him updated every 6 hours

Bringing anybody home you like so he can meet them or a photo is a MUST. Don't want them getting accidentally killed!!!! Although it might sometimes be on purpose......

I imagine him starting to get you to be more social and him also trying as well while also being in disguise (I realized I forgot to mention this but bob will age just not as quick as you think he will)

You both walked down the park path making jokes and enjoying some quality time before night, since bob or you both would leave on your own seperate hunts. Sitting on a nearby bench bob gave you a tired lazy smile as he tried to catch his breath " I told you the hoodie was a bad idea. Besides nobody's here! " you opened your arms to make a point as bob let out a breathy laugh " I know kid, but I ain't as yong' as I used to be. I'm almost 100 you know? " you rolled your eyes at Bob's over exaggeration before sitting next to him " Lies. You look like your in your 60's. "

" Oh really? " bob looked at you before narrowing his eyes " How old do ya' think I was when you were a kid? " you crossed your arms as you looked at him " 34 " bob gave you a smile before leaning back on the bench " Wrong kid, 61. " you sprang up from your spot and got in front of him " WHAT!?!?!? How are you just now getting streaks of gray in your hair!?!?!? "

Bob let out a short laugh before looking back up at you " Have ya' ever wondered why ya' can do what you can do? " " Yes but I ju- " then it clicked " You were a cult member!?!?!?!? " bob stood back up again before giving you a smile and walking into the woods " It's almost night. We betta' head back. " you stood in stunned silence before quickly running up to bob sputtering on your words " HOW CAN YOU BRUSH THIS OFF!?!?!?!? "

Now to the faithful day somebody steals his baby's heart! Aka the day he becomes the most hardest man to please when you try dating someone.

Partners are a VERY hard thing to come across when you are the daughter of a notorious killer and killer yourself, plus the police and everything doesn't help either.

So saying you ACTUALLY found someone who isn't trying to collect some sort of bounty or apart of the cult he is V E R Y on guard. The first interaction feels like a stand off in the wild west between the two.

Now of course he'll want to know how you met up, so for your sake and theirs lie. Say you met in the park or somewhere instead of the truth which is you saw them on a killing spree and they saw you.

Staying for dinner is like a spin the wheel for how you will compromise dinner with bob. Human meat is DEFINITELY off the table so finding a substitute is key to them actually staying.

Overall this man ain't gonna chill until he's certain they can be trusted

The air in the room was heavy and felt like a snake, almost ready to tear out the poor boy/girl next to you who had a all cheery look. Bob sat across from you two and was silently death glaring them while you tried to think of a way to defuse the situation " Dad, this is (R/N). There my Boyfriend/Girlfriend. " bob looked at you briefly before looking back at the boy/girl next to you " So, (R/N). How did ya' meet my daughter/son/kid? " he was trying to scare the kid in hopes he'd give bob a reason to gut them on the living room floor.

" Oh! I had met them one night when taking a stroll around the park, they were alone and I was curious so I introduced myself and the rest is good memories. " you could hear the imaginary hammer hit one nail into a coffin with their name on it as you decide to quickly chime in to stop another one being hammered " It was after I left to hang out with Skid and Pump! It was beautiful outside and I didn't want to head home just yet. We hanged out for a while until I headed back and we just kept meeting up there. " That's when Bob's eyes got a sadistic look before he started rapid firing questions at your boyfriend/girlfriend.

" How often would they stay at your house? "

" Sometimes for 2 day's. "

THUMP. 2 nails

" How did ya' know where to meet up? "

" They would text me when and where before 6. "

3

" How did ya' already know where we live? "

" I've been inside before "

4. Bod started going for his knife.

" Do you know what we do for a livin'? "

" I've been told "

5. You kept your hand stead on your own knife.

" Do ya' know who I am? "

" Bob velseb. Wanted serial killer and cannibal. "

6. Bob started drooling as he prepared to stab him.

" And tell me young' man/woman. Where exactly do ya' work? "

" The butcher shop right by your old restaurant! "

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Bob smiled and looked towards you " They can stay fer' dinner! " you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding as you hugged bob with a goofy smile before turning around and saying " Welcome to the family! "

FINALLY!!!!!!! FUCKING. FINISHED. This has been in my drafts since 2022 and I have poured way too much energy into this that I'm about to cry in joy for finishing.

Anyway I hope you enjoy this read and that it isn't disappointing for how long this has taken me. Request are open and pinned with all my rules and such if you want to request something. BYE!!!!!

#spooky month #bob velseb #spooky month bob #skid and pump #spooky month lila #spooky month john #spooky month x reader #dad headcanons #bob velseb x reader #fluff #some angst #unhinged behavior #kid reader #teen reader #child abandonment tw #tw cursing #period mention #mentions of murder #mentions of gore #tw drunk #canibalism #brain rot #please read #request

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drdttober day nine - chains

#drdt #danganronpa despair time #drdttober2023 #drdttober 2023 #drdttober #teruko tawaki #david chiem #teruvid #i….i….i.i #i can explain #i #i lied actually i can’t #i’ll be real i like 100% procrastinated on the actual piece and then got. a LITTLE carried away with the comic part #ONLY A BIT #teruvid. it just. i. i just. it. i #AUGH I JUST READ IT BACK ITS SO OOC #FORGIVE ME FATHER FOR I HAVE SINNED #also #tw child abandonment #ig

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when you’re texting your favorite person and they start dry texting and suddenly you’re back to 3rd grade sitting with your only friend staying quiet after they didn’t want to talk to you since you were bothering/annoying them.

#abandonment issues #personal vent #vent post #friends #childhood trauma #inner child #tw vent #tw depressing stuff #this just happened like 20 minutes ago bruh #favourite person #comfort #i need a hug #like rn #feels like one sided love tbh