~abuse mention

You’re entitled to your anger. You’re entitled to your bitterness.
It doesn’t make you as bad as the people who hurt you.
It doesn’t make you abusive to finally lash out and snap at your abusers.
It’s a recognized and common tactic for abusers to accuse their victims of being the perpetrator of the toxicity and abuse.
It’s not your fault though.
You aren’t as bad as them just because they finally pushed you to the breaking point.

You aren’t a bad person or a “bad victim” for your justified anger.
You don’t have to carry any guilt if the final straw ended in you telling someone how they hurt you. 
You aren’t the bad guy for resenting the way you were treated.
You aren’t deserving of it because you raised your voice or said harsh words.

You get to be upset. You get to be human.

anonymous asked:

Angst is my daily bread! So, what if the older chocobros meet their s/o after the decade of darkness,and they are in an arranged marriage but they still love them? This results in an affair, but after some time the husband calmly confront the guys, saying s/o is pregnant and he surely isn't the father, but he will recognize it as his own, he has no intention to let them in the kid's life. " It may not be my blood, but it will be mine, my child, my heir. I will love him but i don't want you close

Hey Anon- finally here to provide you with the angst fest you desire! I don’t know why, but these detailed requests are making me turn these should-be-scenarios into a series of short reader insert drabbles! Hopefully there’s some novelty between each scenario- I felt like I repeated myself a little LMAO! Anyways- get ready for the feels AND TRIGGER WARNING: minor mentions of abuse! :O Oh and… no happy endings here :/ Once again, Noct’s is the shortest and Iggy’s is the longest… maybe I should change the order in which I write these so that Noct goes last… HMMMMM!


Noctis: You stand before your lover and your husband, grasping at the edge of your t-shirt and pulling it over the barely noticeable bump beginning to form in your abdominal region. Your husband shoots you an impassive look and turns his gaze directly into Noctis’ midnight blue eyes. Your husband does not falter as he takes a single step towards the prince- no, king- of Lucis.

“I would have thought you were brought up to be morally sound- but it seems my assumptions were incorrect,” you wince at the biting tone your husband has chosen to adopt in front of Noctis. You notice Noctis clenching his fists at his sides, but his gaze is cool and unwavering on your husband. You pull your shirt down lower, immense guilt clouding your conscience.

“Like you’re any better- forcing y/n into a marriage she doesn’t want.” Noctis replies back coolly. Your husband turns his head slightly to regard you with a curious gaze before shrugging and locking eyes with your king, your lover, once more.

“And where were you to object when our union was had?” your husband drawls. Noctis opens his mouth, but he cannot come up with any answers for the simple question that had just been directed at him. You shake your head and place your hand on your husband’s bicep to interject, only to be shrugged off.

You hate the fact that Noctis doesn’t bat an eyelid at the rough treatment your husband is giving you. You hate the fact that your husband’s question hits you somewhere deep inside- and you want to know the answer too. Where had Noctis been when you needed him most? He had disappeared without a word, and suddenly, he was back. He brought the light back, and came back to Hammerhead HQ all bloodied up, looking a right mess. But the way he looked at you, with so much tenderness in his eyes as you did your best to patch him up, you couldn’t deny him any request.

He said he wanted to get to know you all over again.

You let him.

And then all societal notions of propriety were thrown right out the window- leading you to this inevitable confrontation in Noctis’ throne room with your husband.

Your splay your hand over your swelling abdomen and you want so desperately to be Noctis’. You want this baby to be with their father. You want to have a family with the man you’ve loved unconditionally throughout the years, despite his absence.

“I want you to forget y/n. Though this baby is not mine in blood, it will be mine in relation. King or not, saviour or not- you have touched what is not yours to touch,” your husband’s voice is laced with diplomacy, but you can hear his aggressive undertones. You find yourself shaking your head.

“No…” you gasp out, and Noctis immediately regards you with sorrow-filled eyes. You don’t like that look.

“He’s right,” your king’s voice pierces through your chest and straight into your heart. You shoot him a hurt look and step forward imploringly. Noctis stops you with a silently raised hand before you can touch him. “He was there for you when I couldn’t be, and he took care of you. When I came back, after all those years, I wasn’t thinking straight. He’s right- you’re not mine to have-”

“I’m not a thing! I am a human being- don’t I get a say in any of this? I want you Noctis, not him!” you cry out loudly. “I want you to be the father of my child- both in blood and name!”

Noctis turns his head towards your husband, who is now glaring daggers at you. You hear your lover sigh, and then completely break at the last words he has to offer you before he turns his back and dismisses you and your husband.

“What you want… it can’t be done. I’m sorry- but this is how it has to be. Good bye, y/n.”


Prompto: “You’ve been fucking my wife.” It’s not a question- it’s a statement. Your gaze flitters between your husband and the love of your life- Prompto Argentum. You are of noble blood, and despite your protests, you had been married off to a nobleman your age shortly after the darkness had consumed all of Eos.

During that time, Prompto had been absent from your life. He opted to take hunts and volunteer for search and rescue missions in order to become a better warrior for when Noctis finally showed his face again. You still feel bitter about this whole thing, and can’t help but blame Noctis’ disappearance for Prompto’s lacking attention.

“Buddy… I don’t know what you’re-” you hear Prompto start to reply to your husband’s crass accusation, only to be silenced by the taller man. Your husband grabs your wrist and pulls you forward so that you are standing between the two men. You lock eyes with Prompto and bite your lip out of nervousness. He didn’t know yet…

He didn’t know you were carrying his baby.

Shortly after Noctis had brought back the Light, Prompto had asked you out on a ‘friendly’ date. The whole ordeal had felt so familiar to you, and brought back so many fond memories, that you couldn’t help but get lost in Prompto’s arms that evening. Your husband had been away at a political meet and greet at Noctis’ make-shift council in Lestallum, which left you and Prompto free to re-acquaint yourselves with one another- just like when you were young- inside a free rental caravan.

“I’m not your buddy. And don’t play dumb- she’s pregnant and I sure as hell know I wasn’t the one to put a bun in her filthy oven,” you recoil at how angry you husband sounds. He’s always been this way- controlling, demeaning and an absolute ass hole. But your parents didn’t see that- all they saw was a budding politician who would eventually rise to fame and hold power in society.

They made you their link to that potential power- you absolutely loathed it.

Prompto casts you a confused glance, and your hand immediately settles over your still-flat stomach. You’re not showing yet, but your morning sickness for the past week tipped your husband off. You’d been hit when he initially found out and realised that he couldn’t possibly be the father, but you barely felt the blow.

You were elated. This was the open door that you needed to get out of your marriage. If only Prompto could see that and take the bait…

“Fine,” Prompto relents, his shoulders drooping. His voice sounds haggard as he regards your husband with his clear blue eyes. You can’t help but lock your own gaze onto his freckled cheeks. You adore his freckles- no… you adore the entirety of Prompto Argentum. “But she comes to me because you don’t give her the love she deserves.”

“And because I love him,” you add in, smiling softly in Prompto’s direction. He returns the smile, and reaches out to grab your hand in a supportive gesture. You take his hand, in front of your husband, and then look defiantly into his eyes. Your husband scoffs and you suddenly find yourself being wrenched forward and painfully pushed into his chest.

“You two think you’re in some kind of flashy romance novel where you can get your way?” your husband growls, sending unpleasant shivers down your spine. Prompto steps forward in protest, but stops immediately when he hears your pained whine from how tightly your husband is squeezing you. “That’s not how this is going to work. No… Prompto, this kid’s going to be mine. And this woman in my arms- also mine. And you… filthy Niff… you’ll be left with nothing. Just you watch.” You can’t help but shriek as your arm is almost yanked out of its socket from the harsh tug your husband subjects your arm to.

You yell out for Prompto, and turn your head to implore him to come after you- to save you…

But when you see him standing stock still in the distance, a small sad smile on his face and tears running down from his clear blue eyes, you know you’re beyond saving.

The light may have been back, but you lost sight of your sunshine forever.


Gladio: You’re hanging up your laundry on a nice sunny day when Iris bolts into your home, unannounced, with a panicked look on her pretty face. “Y/n! It’s Gladdy and your husband! They’re out in front of the bar fighting! I tried to stop them but, they just shoved me away and started punching each other!” Iris’ panicked tone breaks into a light sob as she tries her best to regain her breath from running so hard.

Almost immediately, you drop your laundry basket, and grab Iris’ wrist as you make your way towards the bar you and Gladio used to frequent back when things were… much simpler without your wedding band weighing heavy on your ring finger. Ten years ago, before the darkness set in, you were set to be married to the man who was currently your husband. He was kind, sweet, and very attentive to your needs and wants. He was pretty much what you would have deemed perfect- but then you met Gladiolus Amicitia and before you knew it, he had wormed his way into your heart.

Sure, your husband was a complete sweetheart, but Gladio was your saviour. He brought colour to your world. He made you FEEL things you could never hope to feel with your husband. Sometimes you were ashamed of yourself for letting your heart get so carried away in the game of push-and-pull you and Gladio had started to play so long ago. But still, you continue to enjoy the thrill of the stolen moments shared between yourself and Gladio. The moments of passion in hidden corners, away from prying eyes and ears… you were- no, you are in love with Gladiolus Amicitia.

But you’re married. And you have a feeling that the sudden news of your pregnancy that you’d sprung on your husband two days ago might have something to do with the brawl between the two men in your life.

You and Iris are soon bearing witness to the brawl in person, and you can’t help but step forward and call out to Gladiolus. He turns to you, his lip bloodied and his fist covered in blood that was not his. Your eyes trail from Gladiolus’ stiff form to the slumped form of your husband, and you can’t help but gasp at the terrible sight. Blood is gushing from your husband’s nose, but he’s smirking at you with a knowing glint in his eyes.

You’ve never seen your husband look so… cold before.

“I’ll say it again, Amicitia: that baby is mine. Forget about y/n. Forget about being with her. You can punch the shit out of me right now, but at the end of the day- she’s married to me. She’s my wife.” Iris gasps beside you and you can’t bring yourself to look at her. Instead, you take another step towards Gladio and your husband, and place your hand gently upon Gladio’s bloodied fist.

This needed to stop. You knew it well enough. You were just reluctant to let go of the very little excitement you had in your boring life. You glance into Gladio’s softening amber eyes and you notice the sadness seep into them as he registers the look of resignation in your own orbs.

“Let him go, Gladio. He doesn’t deserve this. You know this very well.” Gladio withdraws his fist from your gasp quickly, as if you’ve shocked him with a strong thunder spell. He offers you a simple sad smile before raising his hands in surrender. You hear Iris’ empathetic whimper for her brother’s heartbreak from behind you.

“Alright. Whatever you want. Your wish is my command.” You have to stop yourself from shedding tears as you turn to tend to your injured husband.

You keep trying to tell yourself you did the right thing, later that night, when your husband’s got his arms around your midriff in bed. You keep trying to tell yourself that you made a mistake with Gladio. A beautiful mistake, but a mistake none the less.

So then, why don’t the tears top falling? Why does your chest ache at the thought of Gladio’s sad, resigned smile?

Because… because you finally realise, in the still of the night with your husband’s arm draped around your slightly bulging abdomen, that you married the wrong man.

And that man was going to be Gladio’s child’s father.

Oh, life was terribly cruel.


Ignis: “Don’t you dare!” you snap at your husband, who merely shrugs your grip off his shoulder in the farmer’s market and proceeds to roughly pull Ignis around so that the royal advisor was now facing the two of you. The shock of being handled so roughly, and so unexpectedly at that, was clear upon Ignis’ face. Still, he quickly composed himself by means of clearing his throat before addressing his assailant.

“Yes? Was that y/n’s voice I heard?” Ignis asks, his aristocratic lilt clearly getting on your husband’s nerves. You try to grab your husband and pull him away, feeling many eyes on the three of you and the public debacle you were causing. You were fended off, rather gently this time, before your husband began to speak.

“You’d be familiar with her sweet voice, wouldn’t you Scientia?” you frown at your husband’s mocking tone. Ignis’ eyebrows rise slightly at the sound of your husband’s voice, but he quickly schools his features and places a hand on his hips.

“Quite. What is this about? Should we move this discussion to a more private location? I assume we’re drawing quite the crowd with our bickering.” Ignis states diplomatically, though you can see the way his shoulders tense ever so slightly, and the way his eyebrows pinch together in the centre of his forehead. Your husband nods his assent, and it’s up to you to vocally indicate his agreement.

“Yeah, I’ll lead you to the alley over there…” you trail off, grabbing Ignis’ forearm gently and pushing him in the correct direction. You hear your husband scoff behind you.

“Funny how’s he’s utterly useless at navigating the streets, but he’s so fucking adept at finding his way in the sheets.” You feel Ignis’ sinewy muscles in his forearm tense, but he remains silent. So you just squeeze his arm discreetly and continue leading him. Once the three of you achieve some semblance of privacy, your husband immediately shoves you away from your lover.

You let out a soft grunt at the impact, more out of shock than any sort of pain, and shoot him a glare. Ignis frowns at the sound.

“That is no way to treat a lady,” Ignis deadpans. His tone is flat and that is when you realise he’s not as calm as he seems on the outside. Your husband rolls his eyes, but obviously, Ignis can’t see that.

“Like you know any better- fucking a married woman!”

“It was entirely consensual, I assure you.” Ignis bit back, finally losing his patience. Your eyes water as you witness the argument unfold. You wrap your arms around your midriff, where the tiny person you and Ignis created as a result of your selfish nights of passion is developing. “I didn’t force y/n into anything she didn’t want.”

You nod your head in agreement before turning an insistent glare to your husband.

“Leave him alone! He doesn’t have to know- not like this!” you cry out, tugging on your husband’s arm. He frowns and shakes his head before turning to Ignis, blatantly ignoring your pleas.

“She’s pregnant. The DNA test revealed that the baby’s not mine. Y/n came clean about your affair this afternoon and, man, I was pissed off at first. But now… I just feel sorry for the kid.” Your mouth drops open in confusion at your husband’s words. What did he mean? Your gaze trails towards Ignis’ face, and you can see his confusion as clear as day on his handsome, scarred face.

“What are you on about?” you ask softly, your voice almost a whisper.

Your husband laughs derisively and gestures at Ignis’ sealed eye with a smirk.

“The kid’s father is an invalid. What’s Scientia gonna be able to do for the baby? He couldn’t even walk himself here!” Your heart hurts as you watch Ignis’ shoulders slump at the cruel truth behind your husband’s words. You open your mouth to defend Ignis, but Ignis starts to speak.

“What would you propose then?” Ignis asks, his accented voice strangely soft. You’ve never heard him sound so… hurt before. Your heart hurt even more for your lover.

Your husband shrugs and casts a sidelong glance at you before his lips break into a wry smile.

“Leave Lestallum. Never come back. Don’t ever seek y/n out again and forget that you have a child existing in this world. That baby is mine, you understand?” your husband steps forward and points a finger into Ignis’ chest. The impact isn’t hard, but it beats down his point. You gasp and shake your head, tears filling your eyes as you silently protest your husband’s conditions.

Ignis sighs, and to your horror, he nods curtly.

“Very well then. I shall take my leave. All the best to you both. I have cherished my time with you, y/n. But as fate has it, it seems our time together has come to an end.” Ignis smiles sadly, and you feel a few tears slip from your eyes. You shake your head again and whimper.

“Iggy… no! Please, I need you.” Ignis smirks at your words.

“You have the gall to say those words in front of your husband? You’ve always been a brave one. That’s why I fell in love with you.”

You let out a sob as Ignis pushes past you, before carefully making his way back out towards the markets. You stare on until Ignis’ figure has blended in with the rest of the crowd.

You feel a warm hand on your shoulder, and a pair of familiar yet unwanted lips pecking your cheek- clearly asking for silent forgiveness.

You lean into the touch feeling empty- what choice did you have now?

Now that your whole world seemed to have imploded and left you with nothing but a fond memory of colourful days…

I have finally accepted i’m an ace lesbian…i have had feelings of discomfort with sex all my life maybe it’s due to abuse, maybe i was just born to not feel a huge desire for sex,idk. but i love girls, girls are beautiful. i love kissing my girlfriend…i love touching her hair, i love holding her hand, i love listening to her, i love spending time with her. but sex has alway been an issue for me. i thought it was due to being gay. i never liked men. i love how girls look, they are stunning, they are hot. i can have sexual thoughts but i don’t want to act on them, that doesn’t mean i wont have sex/and have had sex for someone else, but it wouldn’t be for me/ it wasnt for me. i have romantic thoughts mostly and dream about girls, girls and soft and beautiful. i’m a lesbian, i wanna spend my life with a girl. i wanna fall in love with a girl, but sex is so hard for me. and it feel lost because i don’t feel like i fit in. 

Verse: Archaeus Tech Lab

Many years ago, two Hylian researchers by the names of Mohn and Lusamine Archaeus decided to establish a laboratory for the study of Guardians and Divine Beasts. Seventy years after the Great Calamity, they were still wreaking havoc on the land, and Lusamine and Mohn needed to know why. Desiring secrecy, Lusamine and Mohn built their lab out on the ocean in a remote corner of the Lanaryu region, far from prying Hylian or Zora eyes. Decades passed without incident, and Lusamine gave birth to two children, Gladion and Lillie.

And then, a little more than seven years after Gladion was born, disaster struck.

Lusamine and Mohn decided that they had done enough research on the Divine Beasts to be able to board one. Leaving their children under the protection of a powerful tamed wolf named Silvally, they went northwest to try and sneak aboard Vah Ruta. All went according to plan at first, with the two of them approaching the beast on the back of separate boats. And then Ruta woke up. Without a way to find safety, the two were forced to try and dodge its attacks as they approached. Lusamine, amazingly, managed to find her way to the entrance of the Beast. Mohn was blasted by a jet of water, flying miles away. Compromised by emotional weakness over her husband’s apparent death, Lusamine was unable to enter the Beast, and was instead corrupted by the Malice surrounding the Beast.

When she returned home, Lusamine was…different. She became highly controlling, and both emotionally and physically abusive. Six years later, Gladion and Lillie hatched a plan to escape. Smuggling Silvally with them, they took a boat to the mainland. They fled to Hateno Village, taking refuge in the tech lab there, where they were able to hone their skills with ancient technology. Fearing that Lusamine would catch on to them, however, they collected their things and ran off again.

For the next three years, Gladion and Lillie wandered through Hyrule. During their travels, they met Dosh’te, a mysterious hacker who wore a mask made with Guardian parts, and Cassie, an adventurer who had lost an eye in a battle against Guardians. Cassie had her own wolf named Lycanroc. While they were in Gerudo Town - well, while Lillie and Cassie were, as Gladion, Dosh’te, and Silvally were made to wait outside - Lillie met a small fairy that took a liking to her. She first saw it near a painting of Vah Naboris, so she named it Nebby. Lillie and Nebby became as inseparable as Gladion and Silvally.

Shortly after Gladion’s sixteenth birthday, the group set to work using the skills they had learned from working with ancient technology to create a Guardian Scout from scratch. After a few hiccups, they succeeded, naming it Gucamole. The seven of them began their trek back to the lab, aiming to recapture it from Lusamine. They arrived under cover of night and forced Lusamine into hiding, where she began trying to recreate her own lab, amassing a small army of Guardians and forming contacts with the Yiga clan.

Four years have passed as Gladion, Lillie, Dosh’te, and Cassie worked on researching the Guardians and Divine Beasts. They have made significant strides in their research, and Gladion has taken on a job as a sellsword, offering his combat skills for a price. Gladion and Dosh’te often hunt Guardians for parts, while Lillie works on piecing them back together to understand how they work. Cassie explores to find new resources for the lab and clears out monster encampments.

Several months ago, Lillie was stabbed by a Yiga assassin, hired by Lusamine, as she was out exploring Talus Plateau. Lillie survived, but her outlook on how possible it was to redeem Lusamine changed completely. She no longer leaves the lab without being escorted by Gladion, Dosh’te, or Cassie.

Just a few weeks ago, everyone in the lab was startled from their research as a huge tremor struck Hyrule. Tall towers were rising from the ground all over the kingdom. Based on all of their research, that could only mean one thing - the hero of Hyrule was back.

But could it be true?


This verse is an AU based on The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild! It was developed by me, @typenullandvoid, @curiousobjecthead, @lunahaule/@aawakencd, and @cryostasia.

““i miss haise””

the current kaneki in the manga is a bodily collection of the entirety of kaneki’s memories, including his times as haise, and therefore the current kaneki is a developed and slightly reconstructed version of both his old self and haise, making him a representation of the same kind, occasionally silly, loyal and determined haise, simply without the part of haise that was lost and confused. therefore, the current kaneki is not only still technically “haise,” but he is a more content and somewhat happier version of him.

and as a side note, haise was always just a version of kaneki’s personality that existed without environmental stress, trauma, and any influences presented from his childhood. a version of himself that did not suffer abuse, and instead had a fatherly figure by his side. haise is not a separate being from kaneki. the two have always been versions of each other, and now they exist within the same space.

Arms (Sherlock X Reader)

Characters: Sherlock X Reader

Universe: Sherlock

Warnings: Mention of abusive relationship

Request: Can you do a SherlockxReader based on the song Arms by Christina Perri?


Originally posted by caffeinerebelqueen

I never thought that you would be the one to hold my heart

But you came around and you knocked me off the ground from the start


You and Sherlock had met when he took on your case. You were in a bad relationship and you had actually gone missing and your parents had asked Sherlock if he could find you and find out why you ran. He was quick to deduce from seeing your boyfriend he had violent tendencies because of his bloody knuckles and he defensive he was. But finding you was a different matter. Deducing you had ran away to get away from him, as he was sure your boyfriend had no idea. But he was sure to find you before your boyfriend to ensure you were safe from him. He could deduce from your parents and the pictures shown to him, that you were a nice person and that you were just scared.

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“Ugh why are teenagers so moody and combative” I don’t know, Helen,, maybe it’s because our autonomy, opinions, and health aren’t respected and we’re learning we don’t have to tolerate being abused, as well as our physical and psychological selves are growing at a chaotic rate in a society that shames us for everything we do

hello, everyone !! i’m paula and it’s lovely to meet all of you! i’m really excited about this rp and i’m glad we are so close to opening <3 like this post or hmu if you want to plot !!

here’s a bit of info about aurora kingsley, fuck up extraordinaire™

trigger warning: mentions of abusive boyfriends, nothing explicit. it’ll be marked as tw if you want to avoid that para.

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my mom was talking about how she didn’t like a series of unfortunate events that much because it falls into the “adults are stupid” trope which she doesn’t think is realistic and i… really just don’t know how to explain to her that the point isn’t that adults are stupid, it’s that children don’t get listened to. some of the adults in the series are actually very smart, their problem is that even the good and decent adults in the series seem to staunchly refuse to believe the baudelaire children are just as smart as they are, or that they may know what they’re talking about, out of the sheer fact that the baudelaire children are children. it isn’t always a story of “adults are stupid, kids are smart, kids rule, adults suck,” it’s a story of “children are often mistreated or taken advantage of or at the very least condescended to, and don’t get their voices heard because adults don’t trust them enough to validate a child saying they are in an unfair or even abusive situation”

am i the only one on here who has like… a very short temper because of abusive parents who got angry at every single thing and never taught me anger management skills. and i dont talk about it but I Know that the apple doesnt fall far from the tree and that i picked up the ‘gets mad easily and overreacts’ trait and i live in fear every day that one day ill snap and become Just Like Them ha ha i wanna die

Is there such a thing as a normal giant robot anime? Like, I’m totally down with a series where the giant robots turn out to be lobotomised clones of an alien god and the “good guys” have been collecting severely abused children to pilot them because they’re literally powered by self-loathing, or what have you, but sometimes you just want to see a fifty-meter robot punch a monster.