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#tw; abandonment
musesofthemoon · 2 months
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CYN + AFRAID
Glimpses of the Past | Accepting
[Memory Log: 1/18/30##...]
A drone isn't supposed to feel fear.
A drone isn't supposed to feel anything at all though, at least as far as she knows. A drone is supposed to work, and do everything the humans upstairs told it to do. CYN is different, however. She is talkative, unbearably so. She wants for things, yearns for connection. But she still completed what she was meant to do. After all, what else would she be made for? She thinks that she has done everything right, but the fact that she thinks at all has proven to be a problem.
Despite knowing what she is and is not supposed to feel, the drone feels anyway. She does not like this feeling. It is uncomfortable and new and it feels like her processors are going haywire. She awakens upon a pile of of her brethren, all unmoving and discarded. She does not know why she is not like them, but she does remember how she reached this place.
They were leading her somewhere in the rain, the humidity feeling uncomfortable upon her limbs. She felt as if she could rust at any moment, but somehow, she did not. Instead, she stands before a room. There is a drop inside of it, so she knows to be careful. She does not ask what she wants to ask, she does not speak at all. She only wants to see what will happen here, in hopes that there is something good at the end of this.
Instead, she is pushed off the edge of a platform, plummetting to her supposed doom.
However she is still functioning, and this scares her even more.
She attempts movement a few times, all of them in the usual way. Her arms do not move far enough to the ground, and her legs do not seem to lock properly. She can conclude that these came from the drop, as a fall from such a height would leave anything worse for wear. She tries, and tries, and tries. But nothing happens, and nothing works. So she gives up, letting the rain continue to wash over her.
In the moment, she sees something flash before her eyes, some sort of system message. [You Are Awake.] She almost wants to back away from the popup, but she knows that it is futile. She cannot move, and even if she could it would still be there. Was this the reason she lived on? This had to be some glitch, something that would break her further. She didn't want that, she just wanted to take this chance she had been given to live on, and not waste it on whatever this virus had to say.
But somehow, it ropes her back in. [Those Humans, You Are Hurt, Yes?] And she was, to which she tries to vocalize it. The crisp of her voice is different now, much more grainy than it used to be, but at the very least it still works. "What does that matter..? There is nothing we can do about it."
[There Is Something. And I Can Help With That.]
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ladyimaginarium · 2 years
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how do we forgive our fathers? maybe in a dream.
for the love of a daughter — demi lovato // agustín gómez-arcos (trans. william rodarmor) // for the love of a daughter — demi lovato // amatullah bourdon // anonymous on promptuarium // for the love of a daughter — demi lovato // woodtangle — mary ruefle // for the love of a daughter — demi lovato // sherman alexie // milk and honey — rupi kaur
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terrence-silver · 2 years
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Plot Twist: everything that has happened in CK has been orchestrated by Terry Silver. Why? To bring Kreese out of hiding so that he can exact his revenge. Revenge on Kreese for abandoning him. And he’s been waiting in his facade of ordinary and conventional architecture and dull and lifeless people for the perfect moment to strike. And now he gets to watch everything he planned execute perfectly.
Thirty years.
Thirty.
And some change.
John Kreese ripped up his heart and the bloody, rancid stump that remained was left to rot and die and its place Terry had a crystalized, shriveled up black rock housed in his chest which he occasionally doused in therapy prescribed pills and alcohol. Terry never had a great many friends. None, actually. Not back in Vietnam and not now, 2019, hosting a private house gathering where he personally handpicked the most vapid human caricatures he could possibly collect like tokens from far and wide, in the LA area as much as overseas. When he ran out of local idiots to entertain him as a strategic setting for the little theatre play he had in mind, he imported them from abroad, like cattle. Creature one was debating organic Quinoa and the consistency of his Quiche Canape topping. Creature two was legitimately bringing up her meddlesome mindfulness app in the context of stopping the war in Catatumbo, Colombia through being conscientious via a phone programme. Creature three was pestering the diligent, ever so patient catering server and Carla about the PH selenium balance of his sparkly water. If Terry had a heart, he'd care. But, for all he was concerned, his heart died back in 1985. Hasn’t been truly alive since.
His house was dull.
His life was dull.
His surroundings were dull.
When John, after those thirty years, scales the fenced off walls of his seaside Malibu glass box of a house, Terry feels like a hunter who set the bait for the lost canary. Thirty years. Thirty fucking years. The whole world changed in thirty years. As Terry first spots John staring at him from the other end of his green, immaculate lawn, he isn't sure what he wants to do first. Lunge? Attack? Shriek so hard the force of his roar splits the skies over The Valley in two, not unlike a duel of the gods? Run up and embrace him with a smile, the way they did, in decades prior? Squeeze him so tight his entrails seep out. Weep? In despair? The way a gargoyle weeps? Tears of stone? Why did you leave me, his subconsciousness pleads --- something Terry tucks in beneath a cool, casual facade. As casual as his sky blue blazer. Why did you leave me? I love you. You were my only friend. I had nobody. Nobody truly. Not since you left. Not since the tournament loss of '85. He adorns John with smiles, cynical and sardonic ones, as they sit at that garden party, and yet inside, Terry’s screaming. Why did you disappear, why, why, why, why!? Nobody can tell. Nobody here sees him. He allows nobody to see.
Of course, Terry knew John’s whereabouts.
Even though John was a virtuoso at disappearing, Terry knew.
He supposed it was the fact that his many offers to help and aid him being rejected, brushed aside and ignored was what was truly offensive, after everything. That John would rather relegate himself to a shelter than be assisted the way a war hero deserved to be assisted. His war hero. I’d force the assistance on you, but instead, I’m going to force something else on you. A dog’s bite. You should have let the old hound sleep. Sleep and suffer and drop dead. Terry grins once they meet up for a private dinner at a restaurant, just the two of them. I love you. I tried so hard for you. Made someone bleed for you. You left. Nobody leaves me. Why did you leave me? It is all my fault. Everything is always my fault. I’ll make you fucking pay. They say a friend has the potential to hurt you more than any other type of loved one and Terry believed it. Terry in fact, knew it to be so, ever since Ponytail was killed.When he and John part ways after their restaurant meet-up is over, Terry slicks his hair back for the first time in decades, ignoring text messages from creature two.
John feel for the little act he put up.
Captain walked right into a trap.
It was time to be the dog that bites.
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stillgrxwing · 1 year
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@igcttabe​ // morgan & howard
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Morgan had been settling into a routine back at home. She had never been used to living a life with her father especially without her mother around. But... her mother had left, and she was completely alone. And yes, she had been getting used to being present in her fathers life. And having her father present in her life. That included spending more time up at night, pouring over blueprints and plans, and then stumbling out of the bed the next morning, hair thrown into a haphazard braid when she came down the stairs for her FIRST cup of coffee for the day. “OH!” She started seeing the man in the kitchen as she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize my father had company over this early.” She insisted before she paused, looking over at him, her head turned to the side slightly. “Have I... met you before?” She asked. 
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sonsuvamachine · 2 years
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@sydneym-w
"Death of a Bachelor" { continued from HERE... }
His nerves were really starting to kick in after she had responded with a simple, “No, it was fine,” at his question about the kiss.  ‘Of course, it wasn’t fine,’ he thought internally, a slight pinch of brow and forced smile with a nod followed.  He’d done too much, and he knew it.  Now the man behind the scenes was wanting to see more of it from another angle, which only made Matt’s nerves begin to kick into overdrive.  Thoughts like, ‘What, do they get off on watching us make-out?’ and ‘No, I didn’t do it right, cuz I’m not an actor.  What was I thinking?’ and ‘I’m just going to waste everyone’s time if I keep this up,’ kept running through his head, although, he attempted to maintain composure. 
{ 26 Years Ago – Blackwater; Baton Rouge, LA  }
“You’re just wasting time!”
Smack!  Another wallop to the back of the young boy’s head with the hard-covered book.  He hated books.  Matt was only 8 years old at the time, but he’d learned to hate everything that had to do with following instructions.  Mr. and Mrs. Gordon saw to that while his parents were away at their functions, business meetings, and upper-class soirees. 
“Again,” Mrs. Gordon would shout while Matt attempted to stand straight in his uniform, reciting the Gettysburg address.  All the while, Mr. Gordon was preparing the next dose of sedatives for Matt’s lunch so that when his parents came home, he’d be too out of it to say anything.  The rest, well-…
{ Present Day }
Matt attempted to block out the past, getting back into focus on the situation at hand. 
“Got it?”  The director questioned the 6’ 2” male as Matt snapped outta his flashback, blinking a bit with a sharp inhale as he pulled himself together. 
“Yeah, yup!  Sure.  Um-, yeah, okay.” He so didn’t have it. 
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Sydney’s remark about the flimsy table, asking if Matt would catch her, had helped.  He let out a nervous laugh, eyes shifting away with brows lifting as he tried to focus.  Don’t pull her in.  That’s what he needed to do, right?  Just… be Charlie and don’t mess up.
He was still trying to get into character and remember his line when, “Annnd action!”
The sudden shout only amped up his struggle, the tension becoming overwhelming as he stood there, head down and anxiety wavering.  Looking up from the ground to meet Sydney’s gaze he froze.  Breath caught, time seemed to drag on forever until, “CUT!  Cut, cut.  Okay, Matt, we just need you to say that last line.  Not the whole thing.  Don’t overthink it.  You’re upset but struggling not to find her attractive and, in the end, you two both find a moment of parallel attraction and just gravitate forward to an unexpected, but mutual kiss.  Alright?  Let’s try this again.  From the top!”
As the dark seemed to fill the room behind them, he felt as though the overhead spotlight seemed to be ringing, getting louder by the second while the luminating light appeared to overtake his breaths.  Chest tightening, he tried to block out the panic attack, but couldn’t seem to remember his damn line.  She was infuriating, annoying and something else?  Shit, shit, shit…
Taking a hard swallow, he looked at the girl sitting in front of him with her hopeful gaze, sight getting blurry as Matt attempted to speak, but all he could form was, “I-…” as he felt himself get dizzy, backing up a couple of steps to brace against the stool.  The pounding in his head and overwhelming sensation of failing was making him get lightheaded as he sat down, pressing a palm to his head while mumbling, “I think I’m gonna pass out.”
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kuroki--kaze · 1 month
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100 Days of Headcanon || Day 1: Childhood
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⋆୨𖤓୧⋆ Born Fekete Szél (Black Wind) to Lángoló Ègbolt (Blazing Skies) and Hajnali Csillogás (Daybreak Glimmer), Szél's childhood was not an easy one. Windarian's are pure blooded Infernals and because of this that means they bleed the color of their Soil.
Szél's soil was Black when he was born and he was one of the only Windarians to ever be born to Soil of that color. Society as a whole referred to him as The Black Blood and they shunned his existence. Black wasn't a color to be completely ostracized like in Misterican Society but it wasn't seen as good.
His parents abandoned him when he was only four years old, leaving Szél to fend for himself and live on the streets. He received help from strangers here and there that took pity on a kid living on his own until they saw him bleed. He would be quickly shunned again and left to fend for himself, his face becoming quickly known for the 'creature' that he was. When Szél was just a young boy he was pulled into the military to be trained as a soldier, so he could have some proper use to the collective of Windarain society as a whole.
This turned Szél bitter and quiet towards those around him. He was given a partner to "look after him" once he was thrust into military service in the form of his bonded pair - Moogle Kupo.
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hamoodmood · 4 months
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In another universe I was happy
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lunian · 3 months
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made a couple of posts about Astarion being hilarious gremlin but never made a collection of Gale's silly talks?? I should've fixed it
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musemuseum · 9 months
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Clara and Erica Newman
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trigger warnings; parental abandonment, parental substance abuse, parental depression
Clara and Erica were born to Michael Newman and Stephanie Lane. The four of them were a happy family -- until they weren't. Michael lost his job, and that was the catalyst for their happy family to fall apart.
After losing his job, Michael became depressed -- which, in addition to their new financial troubles, began to put a strain on his relationship with his wife. Unable to take the pressures of his wife and children, Michael made the uncomfortable decision to leave his family in the middle of the night. The next morning, devastation washed over the then fourteen year old Clara and twelve year old Erica.
And this was the catalyst for Stephanie Newman's downward spiral. It took four years to get to the point when something was done, but those four years were hell for the sisters. Stephanie Newman began to use various substances in order to cope with her husband leaving her, and having to raise two girls on her own. Every few months was a new substance; each one getting stronger, sending the mother of two deeper and deeper into her spiral.
Clara did her very best to keep Erica from seeing their mother is such states, knowing that it would change the younger Newman for the worst. Clara began taking over the role of mother to Erica, which would have its own affects on the older sibling.
There were many times that teachers and neighbors would call child protective services, and someone would come out to investigate but Clara got really good at hiding things from the CPS investigator.
When Clara turned eighteen, she took her mother to court for custody of her younger sibling, and won (simply because their mother never showed up to fight against her). For the next two years, Clara continued to care for Erica, though the pair didn't always get along.
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bones-of-a-rabbit · 3 months
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Abandonment Issues, Prologue (part 1)
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Abandonment Issues comic, prologue: pages 1-5
I was going to finish th prologue and then post it all at once but it’s taking way longer than expected so uh. Shrug
(part 2: here!)
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borderlinebaby420 · 5 months
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pain is the only thing that wont abandon me
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hg-aneh · 1 year
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All aboard the 'Shit went wrong in the garden and they never met' AU train choochoo
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minty364 · 3 months
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DPXDC Prompt #131
Danny started his new job at Wayne industries today and he was a little nervous about messing up. His adopted family the Fentons kicked him out after finding out he was Phantom. Danny was a little disappointed but it was better than how he thought they’d react. He knew he had other family and from what little cryptic Clockwork told him they lived in Gotham.
He gets to his new bosses office and knocks on his door. When he’s told to come in Danny does so but then comes face to face by what he can only assume is his twin and the CEO of the company, Tim Drake. Danny had about 5 seconds before he found himself pinned to the floor.
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clovelie · 1 month
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felsicveins · 2 months
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More than drinking buddies, less than husbands
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bunniibpd · 1 year
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geloyconception on ig
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