#tw: mention of parents death

[sebastiansideris]

“How do you feel about loneliness?”

"I don't remember the last time I felt lonely..." It's a lie... but not really, but it's still one. Sebastian vividly remembers how it felt to be lonely as a child. Especially after his parents' death. Though since meeting Vanja as a kid, he's never felt alone. That meeting was 30 years ago.

How do you feel about...? 《 DAMIEN 》《 JEONG-IN 》《 SUHO 》 《 CALEB 》《 SEBASTIAN 》《 GAEL 》

#{{meme×weekend #{{about #tw: mention of parents death

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I bought a house, there was a boy inside and was still preparing his things to get out because his parents died, and I was in the middle of moving to that house when it happened.

#dream #tw death mention #death mention #death tw #house #parents

[comic-art-showcase]

Batman by Alvaro Martínez Bueno

#alvaro martinez bueno #batman #dc #parent death tw #tw parent death #parent death cw #cw parent death #parent death mention

[uncanny-tranny]

To parents of trans kids who are scared of their kids facing transphobia:

Don't force your child out of being trans. Don't force them to detransition. This is not how your child from facing transphobia. Realistically, you are pushing them toward more dangerous situations because they will be desperate to find acceptance from anywhere they can.

I can't imagine how it feels to be a parent and worry about your child's safety or life because they are trans in this world. You have my full sympathy. While I can't speak from the experiences of a parent, I can speak from the experiences of a trans person who was once a child and why the above line of thinking is dangerous.

When I came out as trans, there was a huge proportion of time where my dad was very resistant to my transness. I couldn't understand why, but I believe part of why he was so resistant was because he was afraid somebody would assault or kill me because I am trans. That is a huge burden for him to think about. However, he went about this (valid) fear in a very destructive way.

He threatened my transition, he threatened to force me to detransition, and he threatened a lot of things. I retreated away from him, I couldn't talk to him about anything. I felt confined, unaccepted. I am lucky my friends and school were accepting, because I was vulnerable. Others haven't been lucky - so many people in that position have been taken advantage of by truly evil people.

You might think that you are protecting your child by making them appear cis, but that isn't how that plays out. Your child won't feel accepted, and chances are that if something horrific happened to them, gd-forbid, they won't come to you about that. This isn't protection, and I am sorry to say that. I am sorry that this isn't simple.

Here is how you can protect your trans child:

Make it clear you support them

Teach them self-respect, and how to listen to their gut feeling

Teach them appropriate versus inappropriate ways people can interact with them. Make sure they understand what harassment and abuse can look like - verbal, physical, and sexual

If you are still concerned for their physical safety, sign them up for self-defense classes

Leave the floor open for them to express how they are feeling and what they are thinking. Be non-judgmental when they are upset or worried

Please remember that trans people are painfully aware of the consequences of being trans in a transphobic world. Hell, one of the first trans people I learned about as a kid was killed as a result of a hate crime. We are aware of the world we live in. We have to live with that knowledge, and that is why it is imperative that you allow your trans child to express who they are and how they feel. You very well could save them by doing so.

We protect trans youth by empowering trans youth.

#trans #transgender #lgbt #lgbtq #ftm #mtf #nonbinary #ally advice #parenting #transphobia #transphobia tw #hate crime tw #death tw #murder tw #assault tw #rape tw #rape mention tw #abuse tw #long post #youth liberation

[applesaucesims]

As the party went on, and Maureen had volunteered to take her grandson to have his nap, Emma followed her upstairs to have a private conversation. She had noticed her mother was acting quite absent all day, so she wanted to make sure that everything was alright.

But the reason behind her mother's sadness was bigger than Emma had expected. Maureen's best friend, Leah, had sadly passed away just the night before. She had been living alone ever since her lover, Edward's cousin, Artemisia's death, and had already lived much longer than anyone had expected. Because of this, Maureen had seen it coming, but it still hit her hard enough that she finally let out some tears as her daughter took her into her arms.

[TRANSCRIPT]

Emma: "Mum?"

Maureen: "Hello, sweetheart."

Emma: "How are you? You seemed unusually quiet tonight."

Maureen: "I know, I'm sorry, Emma. I didn't want it to ruin your birthday."

Emma: "What is it?"

Maureen: "It's your auntie Leah."

Emma: "Oh, no, Mum..."

Maureen: "You know, she's like my best friend. Well, she was. She... she passed away last night."

Emma: "Gosh, I'm so sorry, Mum! Don't you worry about the party. If you need anything, please let me know."

Maureen: "Oh, I have your father for that, but thank you, sweetheart."

#death mention tw #ts4 decades challenge #ts4 #sims 4 #ts4 legacy #1930s #emma jones #maureen baker #i'm paying more attention to height difference lately and i'm loving these little details #emma looking tall or the same height next to her friends but short next to her parents #that's so me coded #also emma's hat has returned yayy

[quirkle2]

little things about the zombie au that make me sad

the two guns ritsu owns are more dangerous than they normally would be on account of the fact that he does not know how to properly handle either of them. he doesn't know how to hold a shotgun, and he's very bad at trigger discipline. the first time he fires that shotgun he probably gets his ass knocked back by the recoil, and depending on how he holds it, it could probably hurt him or twist something (reminder that he is both small and very light). it's a miracle the kid doesn't shoot himself or mob Or tome accidentally, but he's doing his best with the knowledge he has

during the journey, ritsu had 2 whole years to mourn their parents—mob, however, was effectively put into a time capsule due to the infection and therefore when he wakes up after the cure, he's rushed right back into that new, fresh grief and trauma of witnessing his parents die

buried beneath all the dirty and bloody supplies ritsu carries in his bag is an old, dead nintendo DS he'd packed for a sleepover before the apocalypse started. it screams 13 year old in a nightmare

at some point in the story when ritsu is somehow finally made aware of the exact date, he realizes that he missed mob's birthday, and that his brother is now 15. he is quiet and distant for the rest of the evening

ritsu loots the bodies of humans he's shot for ammo, because ammo is a currency at this point. settlements will do basically anything for more ammo, so ritsu gets a nice haul when he waltzes in there with a bag full of bullets he can't use. he hates doing this for two reasons: 1) looting dead bodies was not made for 13 year olds or their fragile mental health, and 2) ritsu is basically handing the patrols more opportunities to kill innocent zombies. he's backed into a corner—ammo is the most valuable thing he has on his person, and he doesn't need it, but he Does desperately need food, so he trades off that ammo box with starving, unsteady hands and exchanges it for a meal so he and his brother can survive one more night

horrid thing abt That ^ is that after a while of doing this, ritsu becomes quite desensitized to the concept. at one point, he shoots a man in self-defense and when he's looting the corpse, he realizes this guy has a Lot of ammo on him—enough to trade for several meals, probably. ritsu has this very fleeting thought of "wow im kinda glad i kil—" before he stops in silent horror of what just came across his mind and how natural it had felt.

#qktalks #zombie au #tw guns #parental death mention

[stiffyck]

Hey stiff I feel like it’s been too long since ppl brainrotted about tcd scar.. he is so messed up and Perfectly Fine. So normal. He does not think about the horrors he went through as a kid all by himself nope definitely not. Definetly doesn’t get painfully reminded about the enormous gap of his life full of nothing but loneliness and death, where everyone else around him talks about families and childhood and friends and memories and happiness….. yikes.

SJVKEKGMS OUGH YEA YES DIVISKGKW

Scar hearing people talk about their families and all the stuff they did when they were kids and he's just. He never had that.

He hear people talk about childhood friends and playing outside and building their first builds while Scar thinks of little him, holding his badly stitched together cat pushie close to his chest while hiding in a corner with his gun, trying not to cry as the zombies outside scream and bang on the barraged doors and windows.

Scar hears others talking about their birthday parties and how much fun they had, what beautiful cakes they had and how their friends came over for parties and he remembers him sitting on a broken bed, softly singing happy birthday to his plushie.

He doesn't remember his own birthday, but it's the least he can do. Jellie deserves something nice..

Scar hears the others talking about their families and he can't help but remember his own parents chasing him down, trying to catch him just so they can rip him apart.

Uh. I should sleep it's 2 am but yea anon I agree. Tcd scar...

#stiff talk #asks #tcd scar #tw death mention #parent death tw #parent death mention #death mention tw #idk what to tag this DJVKSKGKS #gtws #gtws angst

[mushroomnoodles]

imagine dying and leaving your little kid, I bet simon was so fucking anxious; he didn't even got to say goodbye. and morri was so young! he was like a child mentally I bet, so I would be also worried for that little detail.

tw for parental death but its mostly just talking about simons thoughts about morri in the dead world + some post revive

he was extremely anxious! he knew morri was gonna find him like that, and he was reeling from how suddenly he'd gone. no goodbye, no i love you, no it'll be okay, nothing. he sort of stopped considering death as an option once the first 100 years passed, and since he hadn't felt any different at all, he had no reason to suspect he'd metaphorically implode.

now, morri is smart for their age, more like a naive adult than a teenager, but they are limited by the emotional maturity of someone their age. morri had never really dealt with death before, especially not death so close to them. he was so anxious for how it'd affect their developing mind.

he was especially concerned because he and morri were so closely bonded, he knew he was morri's favorite person and the only thing he could hope was that marceline would take over like he requested. he had faith in her, he knew she'd raise morri well. of course, he didn't account for morri getting powers and running off since they hadn't shown any sign of having their abilities since birth.

he also figured he wouldn't be able to see them again for a long time due to their lifespan, and just sorta buckled down and was like, surely marceline has it under control. and even if morri was young, and he was worried for them, they were strong and he was certain they would be okay eventually. though that concern never went away, and he didn't really get any news of morri's wellbeing. he did look for betty for a time too, since he hadn't seen her since before morrigan was born, but she wasn't around. he did enjoy his hypoallergenic pillow though.

in the resurrection timeline, when he was first revived he was initially in shock and incredibly disoriented, but his thoughts beyond "ow my face and head and everything" and "betty?" were all on morri. he mistook morri for betty because his vision was blurry on top of the mid eyesight and last he saw them they were prepubescent.

he did initially think that marceline had raised morri, they looked so grown up and put together! although with time he will definitely notice the uh. lack of a parental figure in their behavior and step in to be a bit stricter than he was in their youth. and he picks up some of their vocabulary

#tw parental death #a #tw death mention #simon returns timeline #sorta anyway HSHSB #plainvanilla #nothin but words

[monstersandmaw]

Heads up (read tags too) on what’s been going on.

Just a little heads up that my dad is dying and he’s probably going to go in the next week. It could be longer, but I went to see him today and he looked like a cadaver, barely clinging to life. This was probably the last time I’ll see him.

It’s been a harrowing few months for him, for my mum, and for me, and I want to thank those of you who knew and have been enormously kind. Our lives have been completely on hold while he’s been slipping away, and it’s clear that he’s not long for this world.

He smiled and knew who I was when I held his hands today, but he couldn’t speak and he couldn’t even turn his head or hold it in place or lift it from the pillow. He couldn’t drink and he’s so thin that they’ve stopped weighing him because he’s too ill for them to worry about that now. He honestly looked like a corpse in the bed already.

I just wanted to post this so anyone wondering where I’ve been and why I’ve not felt like doing much in the creative line of things for months can now hopefully just understand.

Thanks again for your kind thoughts and messages over the past few months. Please don’t feel like you need to add anything or reach out because of this, but I just wanted folks to know why I’ve been so reclusive and empty for the better part of this year so far.

Take care of yourselves, and let your loved ones know you love them, every chance you get.

#tw death #death #mention of death #death of parent #death of father #mention of dying #mention of dying parent #terminally ill parent #parental death #all the warning tags I can think of but lemme know if I missed one #non monster post #personal post

[kadextra]

still thinking about q!quackity’s hell nightmare shadow creature jumpscare dead tilin “it’s all your fault” guilt tripping twisted creepy paintings stream earlier, it was insane. gotta rewatch that

#I’d always envisioned a scene where a dead egg ‘comes back’ Wrong in a hallucination or something and insults the parents #quackity delivered #qsmp #qsmp quackity #qsmp tilin #tw child death mention

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Hello dear! It's been a long time :)

I've read some of your Mandela Catalog fanfics and they are amazing!

I would like to make a request, how about the Reader (who was a friend of the Murray's and took care of Adam after the divorce as Lynn didn't have much time to spend with him) take custody of him after his parents died?

Adam at least grew up with someone :) and the Reader always sang songs when he got sad about his parents...

But the events are the same as the Mandela Catalog (Volume 1 and 2 etc.)

In the meantime, the Reader ends up dying for an Alternative, after months of the Reader's death, the events of volume 2 happen and then the events of Mandela Catalyst happen.

Basically, Thatcher finds Adam singing one of the songs that the Reader sang to him to calm him down, but since it's not the Reader singing...he can't calm down at all .

Just Angst in general...sorry :)

Oh boy this one hurt a LOT to write. Strap in and be ready for (several) different timeskips (and a whole lot of angst)

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--September 1992--

"Hey, [y/n]. I'm so sorry to bother you, but-"

"It's okay. What's up? Do you need me to watch him for a bit?"

"...I actually needed to talk to you about something important, but he hasn't stopped crying, and...shit...I-I just need a little bit of help if that's alright. I can't calm him down."

Hearing Lynn's exhausted sigh over the phone, you frowned slightly. It especially pained your heart to hear her son's wailing in the background, yet you realized she called you around this specific hour last time..with the exact same problem.

It was strange, honestly.

You would've thought she'd figured out what was going on with Adam by now.

"Wasn't Jude there earlier? Don't tell me he bailed and that's why he's-"

"No. He actually showed up this time and watched him while I was in a meeting. Everything was fine..a-and Adam didn't make any fuss when he left. But now he just started up the waterworks again and...god, I don't know what to do anymore.."

"Well you tell the little guy to hang tight, okay?" You reassured her as you grabbed your keys, jacket, and shoes. "I'm on my way over."

"Thank you so much, [y/n]..I'm sorry about this-"

"Don't be. It's not your fault. I'll see you in a few."

"Alright, see you soon."

After hanging up the phone, you headed out the door and got into your vehicle, driving to the Murray's residence.

You've been close friends with Jude and Lynn, having supported them through nearly every milestone of their relationship: when they had their son, when they got married, and....when they unfortunately went through a divorce two years later.

To this day, you still weren't sure what caused their relationship to crash and burn. They were highschool sweethearts who hoped to move into the big city and have kids--the kind of dream any couple would wanna live out.

But then they became incredibly stressed over raising just one child alone, and thought rushing into marriage would resolve things quickly.

Instead, it only caused more friction between them.

Regardless, you still wanted to help them out. So you've offered to watch Adam for a few hours while Lynn went to work, or if she just needed to get out of the house and take a breather.

He's a good kid...aside from being either quiet or having huge crying fits with consistent patterns to them. You suspected he saw something scary and violent on television once and hasn't recovered since.

Lynn mentioned a toddler stress assessment he took, showing his scores ranging from low to zero, indicating he didn't respond to the stimuli properly. She would have been more concerned if other children his age didn't share similar results, all apparently due to them being witnesses to a "phenomena".

Whatever it was, it must've been traumatic enough for him to have these meltdowns seemingly out of the blue.

But you always succeeded at calming him down. Lynn mom had yet to see your methods, though she's convinced you're some kind of "miracle worker", doing a better job at parenting than she or Jude could.

Fortunately, she was going to find out today.

You arrived at the house, exchanging sympathetic smiles with the exhausted mother before she led you to Adam's room. There, he was in the corner bawling his eyes out.

"Adam, sweetie? Someone's here to see you." She cooed, but to no avail as he didn't even look up at her. Sighing in defeat, she stepped aside when you reassured her you'll handle it.

"Hey, buddy. It's me again." You spoke softly, kneeling down on the floor in front of Adam. For a moment, he fell silent and glanced up at you, hiccupping on occasion.

But when you opened your arms up to him, he started crying even louder and clung to you tightly. "Oh it's okay, kiddo. Shhh, I'm here." You hushed, holding him as you stood back up. "[Y/n]'s here now."

He could only blubber your name in response, snot and tears dribbling down his face as he nuzzled into your shoulder. You rubbed his back, wishing you could take away whatever made him this upset.

Since that wasn't possible, you did the only thing you could do in that moment.

And that was sing.

More specifically, sing a song you heard on the radio earlier today. It's one of your favorites, which always helps you calm down after a stressful day; surely it'll help Adam in his case, too.

Although your voice was soft and quiet, it managed to reach his ears as you sang to him, and eventually it worked its magic. His sobs died into sniffles, and then sniffles into silence.

You smiled. "Did you like that one? That's one of my favorites."

He nodded, now resting his head on your shoulder and closing his puffy eyes as you kept rubbing his back, humming softly. Before you knew it, he was fast asleep.

"....are you serious? I've tried singing to him and it does nothing!" Lynn whispered, astonished you were able to resolve that in a minute, when usually it took her an hour.

"Sorry, I guess he likes my voice better." You chuckled lightly, before your eyes shifted around the room. "Where do you want him? The crib as usual?"

"...as usual. I know he's supposed to be grown out of it, but he refuses to sleep anywhere else."

"It'll happen eventually, I'm sure." You set Adam down, making sure the pillow was comfortably underneath his head. Then you turned back to Lynn. "So...you wanted to talk about something?"

"It's..on the kitchen table." She muttered, confusing you as she turned and walked out the room.

You followed her to the aforementioned section of the house, noticing documents on the table. One mentioned child custody, which was signed by her and Jude...but also had a third blank line on it as well.

"Jude and I had a long talk, and...we both decided that if, god forbid, anything should happen to us and we can't be here to take care of Adam...we'd make you his legal guardian." She explained. "I know it's a lot to ask of you right now and I doubt we'll even need this, but-"

"I'll sign it."

She blinked. "R-Really? I mean..there's no rush. If you need time to think about it-"

"My mind's been made up. With those broadcasts having everyone on edge, it's better to be safe than sorry. But I hope it won't come to that." You picked up the pen, clicking it as you sat down to read the document. "I just sign here? Do I have to go to the court?"

"No, you can just sign it and I'll bring it to them tomorrow." She swallowed the lump in her throat, choking back tears of relief. "I-I just want Adam to grow up in a better place and..we trust that you can do that should it be necessary."

Nodding in understanding, you signed the paper, slipping it back into the folder before you gave Lynn a hug. "If this helps you guys out, then it's fine with me. Does Adam know?"

"W-We're gonna tell him about it, soon. But..thank you so, so much, [y/n]. This means a lot to us."

"Of course, I'm here for you and him till the very end."

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--One Week Later--

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"Lynn? Are you alright? I was driving by and noticed your door was wide open."

"......"

"Lynn? Jude? You guys here?"

"........"

"....Adam?"

"........"

"Anybody home at all? Hello?"

"........."

"C'mon, this isn't.....wha....o-oh my god. LYNN!! No, no, no, no, no!! What the fuck?!! Why would you...y-you....?! Oh Christ, I'm gonna be sick....I need to call 911-"

"[Y/n]? Where's momma...?"

"A-Adam! Don't go in there. Thank god you're okay, but wha...what are you doing out here by yourself??"

"...looking for my new friend."

"Huh? But..sweetheart, there's no one here but us."

"Not even momma?"

"N-No. She's..gone away for a while. And dad, too. But do you remember that talk we had about me looking after you?"

"Mhm."

"Well, that...starts now. I'll be taking care of you for a little while, okay?"

"Okay."

"Good, good..now let's go home."

--January 2002--

It's been 10 years since the worst night of your life, as well as Adam's.

You lost two of your best friends, and he lost his family.

The sight of Lynn's hanging corpse was forever burned into your mind, and you were still unsure of Jude's whereabouts to this very day. He was never found by the police..although you felt like they were too scared to investigate further and give victims like yourself the proper justice.

Nevertheless, you had a promise to keep. And so you've done your best to raise Adam as his legal guardian. Signing those documents all those years ago certainly streamlined the process of you gaining custody over him, and he didn't protest over it.

You never did tell him what actually happened that night. You don't think you'll ever be able to.

All you said was that you found him alone in that house and took him with you, clueless as to where his parents are. It was only partially a lie, yet you still felt guilty.

You tried giving him a normal life away from Mandela County, as it was simply too dangerous to live there. He grew out of the unusual behavioral patterns of his toddler years, thank goodness, and continued being a generally good kid.

In school, he took up a hobby in filmmaking, while also gaining interest in ghost-hunting shows and other subjects related to paranormal activity, including online forums discussing Alternates.

Although concerned about this interest he's been pursuing, you supported his passions.

After turning 14, he reached that "teen angst" state of his life where he was going through lots of changes and constantly flipping moods like a light switch.

And when you picked him up from school today, that bad attitude reared its ugly head for you to see.

He didn't greet you after getting in the car, keeping his headphones on as he stared outside the window, seething red. You did notice a small group of jocks, one of whom seemed to have a nosebleed while the rest scowled at your son, only to see you were staring at them too. They quickly scampered back onto the campus grounds.

But what you didn't notice was Adam rolling down his sleeves to hide his bruised knuckles.

As soon as you both got home, he threw his backpack onto the nearest table and stormed off to his room without speaking a single word to you.

Now any other parent wouldn't have tolerated his disrespect. But rather than chastise him when you knew he was already feeling shitty, you calmly walked towards his bedroom door.

It was partially open, though you gently knocked just to be polite. "Hey, kid..may I come in?"

"....sure. Whatever."

You pushed the door open more, entering to find Adam curled up on his bed, staring down at his music player as he shuffled through some songs. "Glad to see you're using the MP3 I got you for Christmas."

He didn't respond to that, instead burying his face into his knees and keeping his hood drawn over his head.

You sat beside him, knowing that you'd have to choose your next words very carefully from here on out. 'Wish there was some guidebook on caring for a grumpy teenage boy..but I'll have to figure this one out myself..'

"So..what're you listening to?" You asked, hoping to start up some kind of conversation.

"...if you care so much..it's Radiohead." His voice was slightly muffled, but you understood him as your eyes lit up.

"Oh! I love that band."

"You do?"

"Of course! You think I'm too old to enjoy it?" You feigned hurt, although when you heard him sniffle quietly, you sighed and rested a hand on his back. "Look, I noticed those kids staring when I picked you up. They look like the same jerks I used to meet in school. Did...they say anything to you?"

For a few long moments, he was silent, but eventually answered.

"They called me an orphan, so I punched one of them."

Your heart sunk. "Wha--Adam, you gotta be more careful. You could've gotten hurt or expelled-"

"So what? I'm supposed to just take it?" He glared up at you, his eyes red and watery. "I can't defend myself?"

"...that's not what I'm saying. What I'm saying is that there's other ways we can deal with them without violence. But I agree that what they said was wrong." Frowning, you gently brushed his curly bangs to the side. "They shouldn't be using orphan as an insult."

"Yeah. They think both my parents are dead, but they're liars. My mom's still out there, and if she comes back we can prove them wrong."

Ah.

You could feel this familiar conversation starting up again, but this time you weren't sure if Adam was going to be placated by your answer anymore. The more he pressed about it, the more he got suspicious and tired of the same excuses.

"....are we ever gonna go back to Mandela and try to find her, [y/n]?"

You shook your head. "I'm sorry, Adam. But you know we can't. I...have no clue where we'd even start."

"Then why doesn't she try to find us, instead? She must have escaped those things by now..unless she gave up on me."

"Wha--" You blinked, having no idea how he could've drawn that conclusion so quickly. "What made you think-?"

"I-I mean..it makes sense, right? It's been ten damn years and she hasn't tried looking for us once?" He started getting agitated, taking off his headphones as they no longer comforted him. "Maybe she wanted me out of her life for good. I mean...I'm the reason her and dad divorced."

"Adam, their divorce wasn't your fault at all. I knew your mom for a long time, and she loved you a lot-"

"Then why does it feel like she abandoned me?!!" He snapped, throwing his music devices onto the mattress before scowling at you. "Just tell me the truth, [y/n]!! I can take it. If she said I was a burden, then fucking TELL ME!!"

You took your hand off his back the moment he started shouting, feeling yourself tensing up.

The one thing you hoped not to do was make him angry, and yet here he was...lashing out. But you tried not to take it too personally and stayed quiet.

Not long after his explosion, Adam saw the look on your face and instantly felt remorseful for snapping like that. His face began burning with embarrassment as he looked away, fresh tears welling up in his eyes.

"..I'm sorry, I...I just-"

"I know you didn't mean it. It's alright." You carefully wrapped your arm around him, bringing him closer to you. "But you were never a burden to her. That's the truth. She loved you and wanted you to have a better life..one that she couldn't provide. I know you don't understand everything right now, but one day it's all gonna make sense. I can promise you that, son."

He sniffled and tucked his face between your neck and shoulder, trying to stifle his sobs as he mumbled about still missing her so badly. You held him even closer, feeling the poor kid shaking in your arms.

Luckily, you knew exactly how to remedy this situation.

"Adam?"

"Y..yeah?"

"...do you want me to sing to you like I did before? I know you got your music player, but..my voice might help you feel a little better."

For a moment he was quiet, but you felt him nod against your neck. You smiled and kissed the top of his hood, before quietly singing one of his favorite songs:

"Such a pretty house, and such a pretty garden. No alarms and no surprises. No alarms and no surprises...."

He closed his eyes as he listened to your soft voice, tears dampening the collar of your shirt. He felt like he did nothing to deserve you or all of this love after the way he acted earlier.

You could've left him alone, or got angry right back at him.

But you didn't.

You never stopped being there for him.

After Adam calmed down a few minutes later, you let him go and saw him wipe at his face with his sleeve. While still embarrassed to be seen like this, he did feel a lot better. "Y-You...still got it." He chuckled. "You ever think about becoming a singer? Like in a band or something?"

"In my dreams, yeah. But I told ya I'm a big Radiohead fan." You smirked.

"Alright, alright..I guess you're not too "old" to like it." He rolled his eyes, but eventually leaned back onto your shoulder, relaxing. "Thanks again, [y/n]. I-I..really needed that."

"Anytime." You gently hugged him to you. "I'm here whenever you need me, son. I promise we'll go back to Mandela when it's safer."

"Together?"

"Together."

--September 2008--

You couldn't believe it.

You couldn't.

Fucking.

Believe it.

Adam went behind your back and did exactly what you told him not to do.

He left for to Mandela County in the middle of the night, taking a stolen car. Although he did leave you a note saying he was going on a "BPS mission" with Jonah and promised to be back in several days, you were still quite infuriated.

Especially since you've been meaning to talk to him about this little "group" of his.

All this time, you thought it was just some afterschool club he attended that helped him make friends and even find a girlfriend. He told you all they did was chat about ghosts and research paranormal stuff and nothing more.

But he's been using it as a cover-up to hunt down the Alternates who ruined so many lives, breaking several laws while doing so.

You only learned about all this through Evelin, who called your cell phone just a few minutes ago. The poor girl was in tears, explaining that she and Adam had a huge fight, and apparently he told her some....very hurtful things.

Things you'd never believe would come out of your son's mouth.

You didn't raise him this way at all.

You raised him to be a better person, not a rebel who thinks he can talk to girls with such disrespect and run away from home.

Why would he do this all of the sudden?

Did he just get too impatient?

Did he not trust you anymore?

What ever happened to the promise that you'll go to Mandela together?

Regardless, you apologized to Evelin for Adam's behavior before hanging up. Then you called his number, and he surprisingly answered within the first ring.

Usually it took three.

"Hey, [y/n]. What's up?"

""What's up?"" You mimicked, already growing annoyed. ""What's up" is that your girlfriend called me and said you insulted her. All because she didn't like these little "ghost hunts" you've been doing??"

"Oh fuck, did she really tell you about all our problems?" He groaned. "Look, I'm not the bad guy here. I swear. We had a petty argument and she freaked out on ME, and then I got a little defensive. That's all."

"...a "little"? You made her cry, Adam. I had to help her calm down before she could even talk to me."

"....well it's not my fault if she's too damn sensitive."

You couldn't believe how heartless he sounded, but you didn't wanna stay on this topic forever.

So you sighed, sitting down on the sofa as you wondered how you can convince him to stop these ridiculous "hunts". "Listen, son. I just think this is consuming your life too much-"

"But this IS my life, [y/n]! Jonah and I have been making some serious bank from this! Believe it or not, paranormal investigating IS a real job-"

"But it's not a safe one." You interrupted. "I know how badly you want closure on your mother, but those things won't give you any answers. They're only going to kill you if-"

"I stared at one dead in the face and it didn't attack me."

You froze, feeling your heart drop into your stomach. "...what?"

"Yeah! I found out I'm sorta "immune" to M.A.D or whatever, and I have footage of it!" He bragged. "It didn't hurt me at all. We had a pretty funny staring contest. I can send you proof of it so you don't have to worry about me."

"....I don't want "proof", Adam. I want you to come home."

"....not until I find out the truth for myself." Suddenly his tone turned spiteful. "Unless you know something that I don't."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm not a dumb kid anymore, [y/n]. If there's something YOU knew about that night that you didn't wanna tell me before...now's the time."

For a few long moments, you were silent as you thought over his words, although his snarky response made your blood boil even more.

At this point you were fed up you were with him sneaking behind your back like this and breaking his promise. You only sheltered the truth of that night from him for this long because you knew how deeply it would hurt him.

But now he was practically goading you into laying it all out.

Maybe that's what you should do. Just to finally put this to rest and make him give up on these stupid "investigations". He was searching for someone who wasn't even alive anymore.

He may hate you, but if this is what he wanted...it's what he'll get.

"I'm sorry, Adam. But-"

All of the sudden, a loud sound akin to static noise crackled right into your eardrum, causing you to flinch and hold the phone far away from you.

Only then did you notice an unknown caller ID had popped up, the ringtone playing normally. You declined it and tried calling Adam back, but the same mysterious number showed up again before you could even dial anything.

You had no choice but to answer the stranger.

"Hello? Yes?"

"This is no longer your place to spill secrets, I'm afraid." A male's voice, staticky and coarse, droned in your ear. "Only I will reveal everything to our prophet soon enough."

"....your prophet? Who the hell is this?" Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "I think you got the wrong number. I don't know any "prophet". Goodbye."

Hanging up, you hoped to put an end to that discussion and reach out to Adam once more-

"Of course you do, [y/n]. He's the son you've taken under your wing."

Every muscle in your body tensed.

The same voice was now inside your own home.

Your eyes searched the living room until you noticed the TV flickering to life, the screen displaying a hooded man with a face that looked as if it were melting.

"How do you know about him?" You scowled. "Don't tell me...you're the creep who kidnapped all those kids back in-"

"You played right into our hands. You've passed our test. I must say you've raised him well..keeping him in the dark about his truth." The Intruder taunted. "But it's time you open your eyes and recognize the favor you've done for us."

"...what favor? What does any of this have to do with Adam?!"

"From the moment you saw that boy's poor mother...he ceased to exist, too. I had taken him only for a moment, and gave you back something you promised to protect. But you've been living a lie, [y/n]. Your "son" was never actually him."

"You mean to tell me he's......?" Your heart dropped into your stomach, realizing what he was implying. But you clenched your fists. "N-No. You're lying."

"You had already failed them before you even realized it." The TV glitched to show the shadow of a certain woman with her neck broken, before displaying an image of the Murray house, before it reverted back to the Intruder's face. "You could've joined them, but we wanted to see how he'd grow under your watchful eye. Now thanks to you, we know we can blend into mankind and watch it rot from the inside out. And soon we'll awaken him, too, and rejoice."

"I don't believe you." You tried keeping your voice steady and calm, knowing he was attempting to inflict M.A.D on you. "If you think he's going to be anything like you freaks...you're dead wrong."

"Oh, but he will. He must. It's his fate."

"If he's one of you, then why would he care for the real Adam's mother like she was his?! And on that note...was hanging her just your little "distraction" so you could-?!"

"You accuse me as if I pulled the rope." He scoffed. "But I didn't. She just lost all hope and faith in finding him. That poor mother, too distraught at the sight of her missing infant---distraught at the sight of her missing infant, missing infant, missing infantmissinginfantMISSINGMISSINGMISSINGMISSINGMISSING...."

His voice suddenly began repeating on a loop, corrupted messages and symbols covering the screen. Through it all, you were still able to make out his haunting gaze and widening grin.

The only way he disappeared was when you grabbed a nearby chair and smashed the glass with it, shattering the screen to pieces. Electric sparks and smoke sputtered out of the TV, but besides that...it was finally silent again.

You huffed and took several steps back.

Yet you had little time to fully process everything he told you as your phone rang again. You hesitantly checked it, only to become relieved at seeing's Adam's number and quickly answered it.

"A-Adam! Are you okay?"

"Yeah, um..are you? What happened? You just hung up on me.." He sounded rather concerned.

"I didn't mean to. S-Something must've disconnected our call.." You scrambled to grab your keys, convinced he was in danger.

'Damnit, I swore I was gonna stay away from Mandela, but if he's still there....and HE knows about him-.'

However before you could get your shoes, you stopped and felt a sudden chill run up your spine.

One that left you with the feeling that you weren't alone anymore.

Your gaze slowly went to the front door, where a tall humanoid figure lurked in the nearest corner. It was overtaken by a huge shadow, although the whites of its elongated eyes were still visible, staring back at you.

Adam's concerned "hellos" on the other end fell on deaf ears as you watched the creature limp out from the darkness, revealing itself to be the most horrifying attempt at human mimicry possible.

The worst part?

It looked just like you.

"I'm here whenever you need me, son." It echoed your voice, stalking towards you and forcing you away from the front door, back into the kitchen area. "Something must've disconnected our call-l-l!"

"Who the hell was that? What's going on?!"

Finally hearing your son again, you swallowed back tears as you shakily reached for a large knife, keeping the phone in a tight grip.

This was it for you.

You've just been a pawn in their plans all along.

The Intruder had intentions to kill you with M.A.D by revealing you've basically raised an Alternate for them, and if that despair alone didn't end your life.....then this beast that somehow got inside your home will surely finish the job.

But screw that. Screw all of them.

You'll fight till your last breath if you must.

Your only regret is leaving Adam all alone when he's already lost so much in his life...but you didn't want him to think you resented him.

"I-I have to go. I'm sorry if I sounded harsh back there. I just want you to make the right choices. But if this BPS stuff makes you happy, then..keep doing what you're doing. Just be careful, okay?"

"Uh, sure. But why are you talking like that, [y/n]??" His voice was growing more worrisome. "Look, I'm sorry. I-I swear I'll come back home soon-"

"Don't worry about me...I'll be okay." You smiled shakily, not taking your eyes off the creature closing in. "Just take care of yourself out there. This world's cruel, but I know you'll kick it in the ass."

"Just wait a damn second! Don't g-!"

"Goodbye, my son. I love you."

You ended the call, dropping the phone to the ground and holding the knife with both hands, finally ready to accept your fate.

The Alternate howled with laughter, before it lunged at you with its claws and jaws wide open.

"GOODBYE-E-E!!!!"

"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!!!!"

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"Uh-oh! Bad decision, [y/n]!"

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--January 16th, 2009--

Adam staggered through the front door to his home, famished, dehydrated, exhausted....

And burdened with knowledge that made him want to die.

Only a few months ago, you disappeared after that concerning phone conversation you two exchanged. He hasn't heard your voice since, and when he returned to Werksha..you were nowhere to be found.

There was no sign of a break-in, or anything of that sort..but Adam was convinced you were taken just like his mom was--obviously by one of the Alternates.

So he went back to Mandela to continue his investigations alongside Jonah, growing desperate for answers. There had to be at least one who knew what happened to you and where you are.

His obsession with these hunts only worsened, turning him into a crueler person around those who questioned his reasons for "chasing" after Alternates. Evelin did break off the relationship for good, seeing as he was too far gone to even reason with.

He knows you would've been disappointed in him...but surely you'd understand why he'd do this. You understood him better than anyone.

You said it yourself. As long as he was careful, he can do whatever he wanted!

Yet nothing ever turned up.

Until the day he and Jonah agreed to help put a cat's spirit to rest, the "owner" offering them $500 a night if they stayed for three in total...

That investigation ended in a huge argument in which Jonah brought up your name and his mother, setting him off and indirectly causing his best friend's death.

And then he was all alone again, but acted like none of it bothered him and tried to quell BPS' online following with a memorial video.

Days later, the Intruder contacted him on his laptop and unveiled the truth about his existence--the same truth he told you before you died.

"Your skin is not your own."

"You're not the real you."

Those words were drilled into Adam's mind, and he could feel his own body going through an agonizing metamorphosis as he forced himself to drive back to Werksha one last time.

He barely was able to drag himself out of the van and through the front door.

But that's when he was greeted by a grisly sight:

Your rotting corpse slumped against the wall, a bloody knife in your palm and a deep slash wound across your throat, your clothes caked in dried blood.

You were never missing.

You died.

And whatever monster brought you back here decided to present you as some twisted "gift" for him.

Adam collapsed and screamed so loudly that it shattered the lights he turned on, deciding right there that he didn't wanna live this way anymore. He couldn't. He didn't wanna become one of them.

He wanted to join you while he still had his humanity left.

Yet despite all his attempts to end his misery, including using the same knife you used to stab himself and consuming enough bleach cleaner he found under the sink to make him vomit his guts out......nothing was working.

His body didn't fail him like he expected.

He still felt his bones breaking in all the wrong ways, and now his insides fucking burned like an inferno.

Eventually, Adam stopped and instead covered your body with his BPS hoodie, sobbing about how sorry he was for not being here for you, before he managed to crawl his way into his room--his one place of comfort.

Having no strength to climb onto the mattress, he just slumped next to his bed, leaning against the nightstand for support. He made the mistake of looking into the cracked mirror beside him...and wailed as he saw the same monster that robbed you of life staring straight back at him:

A gaunt, skinny husk of a boy with pupils of light and a horrifying facial expression that's impossible for humans to mimic.

God, he wishes he spent more time with you...had he known all of this was going to happen..

Did you know he was an Alternate? Is that why you were afraid of him coming back to Mandela?

What would you do if you found him like this?

Would you still hold him?

Would you still sing to him?

Or....

'That's it...I can sing...' He realized, slowly quieting down as he recalled all the times you sang to him whenever he was saddened in the past.

If you were able to calm him down easily, then surely he can calm himself down in a similar way in this situation. It's just his own voice this time around; it couldn't be that much different...right?

It was worth a try.

"...s-such...a...pretty house...and...and such a pretty gardennn...."

He ignored the creaking of the front door being opened, and the footsteps that echoed through the house, slowly approaching his room.

"No..alarms-s-s....and no....a-and no....!"

Suddenly Adam began hyperventilating, eyes filling with tears as he struggled to finish the line, despising the way it sounded.

It wasn't the same.

It wasn't your voice.

It was a voice that wasn't even his own. Just a broken and flawed attempt to mimic the real Adam's--the one who never even got a shot at life before it was stolen away from him.

If this didn't help him..then nothing could..

He wanted you back.

He needed your voice to sing and comfort him, just as you've done all those years ago.

He needed you.

But you're never coming back again.

Up to this point, a certain ex-lieutenant officer with a vendetta against the Alternates entered the bedroom, shining the light around until he found this kid sitting all alone and....

Singing a Radiohead song?

He realized his ears weren't deceiving him, but just as he attempted to confirm his identity-

Adam's jaw unhinged without warning, stretching to impossible proportions as he looked directly into his eyes, screaming and crying out with all the grief left in him:

"GET ME OUT OF HERE!!!"

#clanask #mandela catalogue x reader #tmc x reader #adam murray #parent reader #platonic #tw body horror #tw suicide mention #tw reader death #angst #hurt/comfort

[marvel-ous-whump]

Team whump Idea

A team of heroes hunted down one by one, held in seperate cells. but cells all in a line. Communicating while captured is something akin to Chinese whispers. At one point, the only two not captured are youngest, and Leader. The entire team prays to whatever deity that they believe in that youngest keeps managing to elude the Whumpers. Leader on the other hand?

Well, they all know Leader isn't coming for them. Leader is presumed dead, and has been for over a year.

One day, Medic is dragged from their cell and never brought back. The Team doesn't know what happened and can only speculate. Some hope that Medic found a way out. Others say that death would have been kinder. And then, Just when they've nearly all given up hope. who should burst in to the rescue? Leader! with Youngest and Medic in tow. Battered and Battle-Hardened, Leader thoroughly kicks Whumper's ass to the whooping, cheering and applause of the others. That's their team. their Family that Whumper's held in cages for nearly two years and Leader is one ticked-off Parental figure.

#whump #whump idea #found family #team as family #parental caretaker #tw death mention #presumed dead

[quitealotofsodapop]

¿Wukong le dará un durazno de la inmortalidad a Macaque? Talvez ya no quiera perderlo de nuevo, o verlo envejecer como lo hiso con sus generales... Estoy llorando al escribir esto...tengo un nudo en la garganta talvez le cuente de sus temores, de como se arrepiente de haberlo matado... (He leído un fanfic en el que defendiendo a los peregrinos, termino matándolo por accidente, bueno si tomas esa ruta ;v; ) Que realmente lo ama y no es solo para estar con Xiaotian, y si al final rechaza su peticion... bueno el respetaria su opinion aunque le duela

"Will Wukong give a peach of immortality to Macaque? Maybe I don't want to lose him again, or see him grow old like he did with his generals... I'm crying as I write this... I have a lump in my throat, maybe I'll tell him about his fears, how he regrets having killed him... .(I've read a fanfic in which defending the pilgrims, I ended up killing him by accident, well if you take that route ;v; ) That he really loves him and it's not just to be with Xiaotian, and if in the end he rejects his request.. Well, he would respect your opinion even if it hurts."

I think it's like canon to the S4 special that Wukong already shared a Peach of Immortality with Macaque back when they were in the Brotherhood, also since I hc Macaque as having been another member of the Jade Palace staff - he's eaten them before.

If his and/or Wukong's immortality have been affected by not eating the Peaches (of there were 3 types; one for lightness, one for youth, one for agelessness) in a long time, or by Macaque dying in canon, then I could imagine Wukong having a crisis of: "Oh no. What if I'm immortal, but Macaque isn't?"

Macaque I feel would agree to eat a Peach just for his own closure, not wanting to leave Wukong alone for eternity + there's so many things for him to exprience. They would most likely end up in an eternal game of chicken on who will die/reincarnate first - neither wanting to leave the other alone. They apply the Hob Gadling approach to immortality: "Forever is a long time - but at least I have someone to share it with".

And yes Wukong feels emense guilt at being the one to take Macaque's life back during the time of the Pilgrims. And he feels terrifed of how the whole situation with raising MK/Xiaotian has caused them both to start aging. It's a big hurdle that both of them have to face together, like every couple.

#lmk au #lmk shadowpeach au #shadowpeach #the monkey king and the infant au #the monkey king and the infant #sun wukong #liu er mihou #six eared macaque #death mention tw #shadowpeach parental debuff

[masonjarart]

begging q!philza to take his kid literally drowning himself more seriously instead of just brushing it off as a joke like sit down and comfort that child please he is literally screaming at you that he is not okay fit is one of my main povs and ramon does shit like that all the time you can tell the difference between an egg being silly and dramatic vs them being unable to handle big emotions and not knowing how to express it these are children children who have been through very traumatic things and experienced their siblings dieing at a young age they understand death means they will never see that person again and q!tubbo is chayannes best friend and now some weird thing is saying strange things about him and your dad is telling you that he's dead but it will be okay? hows a kid supposed to react to that? someone please hug this child

#qphil crit #idk if its neg? tell me if i should change it at i will lol #idk the way i saw him handling chay vs lullah today annoyed me a bit #like yeah hes a tough kid but he's also a child you know? #also im not saying qfit handles ramons tantrums perfectly but there is deff a difference from him #and how we saw qphil act today #idk the more i think abt it the more I'm interested in thinking abt the diff in their parenting styles with ramon and chay #bc ive always thought of those 2 as very similar #but fit and phil care for them pretty differently #qsmp #qsmp chayanne #tw mention of death #tw self harm #tw suicide #adding these to be safe

[comic-art-showcase]

that fateful night in Crime Alley by Chris Samnee

Batober prompt: Sacrifice

#chris samnee #bruce wayne #thomas wayne #martha wayne #thomas and martha wayne #batman #batober #dc #parent death tw #tw parent death #parent death cw #cw parent death #parent death mention

[deceasedchoir]

self indulgent subsystem flags

these flags could also be used to describe a system, or alter. traumagenic use only!

these are our personal subsystem flags but we wanted to share incase someone else would like to use them too!

sacrificial doll subsystem — a subsystem that would explain themselves as both dolls and the sacrificial lambs .

this subsystem could hold trauma towards cocsa/csa, religion, and being parentified / neglected.

killer sweetheart subsystem — a subsystem that would explain themselves as both killers and sweethearts . this subsystem could also relate to / like the yandere trope .

this subsystem could hold bpd symptom holders, anger holders, and trauma relating to being love bombed, degraded, physical abused or gaslighting.

dead girl graveyeard subsystem— a subsystem that would explain themselves as being dead, girl adjacent, feeling like a corpse or similar feelings . this subsystem may have a majority of nonhuman alters.

this subsystem could have trauma about being overwhelmed, near death experiences, murder, death, suicide, medical abuse / trauma, etc.

autumn twins subsystem— a twin subsystem (of two alters) that would are intricately connected and bound, may or may not always front together. these alters may be attached at the hip in innerworld *if applicable*

this subsystem may explain themselves as being autumnal, may feel a connection to (or be fictives of) dipper and mabel pines .

this subsystem could have trauma about childhood dysphoira / gender dysphoriarelatinf to being genderfluid, being forgotten / abandoned / ignored, being traumabonded with someone.

THESE ARE NOT GENDER FLAGS

꒰⠀do not interact : ace exclusive, nontraumagenic systems, radfem, radqueer, basic dni⠀꒱

#tw suicide mention #tw death mention #tw love bombing mention #tw cocsa mention #tw csa mention #tw religious trauma mention #tw neglect mention #tw parent mention #subsystem #subsystem flag #system flag #system blog #system stuff #🪩 ; flags #🍀 ; addison #osdd system #traumagenic system #system positivity #system identity #plural system #did system #dissociative system #pro / neu endo dni #not endo safe #endos dni #endos fuck off #anti endo #did plurality #actually plural #🐬 ; coined