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[obscurumtenebris]

{ OBSCURUMTENEBRIS }—

A Private, Selective, Canon & Headcanon based roleplay blog for GLADION from POKEMON, written by CAT. Not affiliated with the POKEMON RPC entirely. Multiship, Multiverse and OC friendly. I am MUTUALS ONLY and follow back from @ohtragedy .

PLEASE READ THE RULES ON MY CARRD BEFORE INTERACTING.

Gladion’s blog will contain a LOT of the following:

CHILD ABUSE

VIOLENT BEHAVIOUR

SELF HARM

MENTAL HEALTH ( Anxiety, Depression, PTSD to name a few )

OTHER DARK THEMES.

Follow at your own risk.

There will be ABSOLUTELY NO NSFW ON THIS BLOG AS GLADION IS A MINOR.

Nami’s Lusamine ( @rusamiine ) is my MAIN Lusamine. I WILL write with others but most, if not all of Gladion’s trauma will be from her. Any mentions of LUSAMINE will be directed to her UNLESS STATED OTHERWISE.

This is a PINNED POST. Please do NOT reblog.

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[picavecalyx-a]

      There is one(1) child sleeping on one(1) big dinosaur.

[obscurumtenebris]

Make that two (2) children sleeping on one (1) big dinosaur.

[lizkeen]

INTIMIDATION AND VIOLENT RP PROMPTS. ( A collection of action based roleplay prompts. Feel free to add information if you wish. )

Send a symbol for the action and/or send a // for reverse

🤲🏻 or ‘firm’ // sender grabs receivers chin firmly

🔪 🔙 or 'knife behind’ // sender presses a knife on receivers’ throat from behind

🔪 🔜 or 'knife front’ // sender presses a knife on receivers’ throat from front

🧱 or 'wall’ // sender backs receiver up against a wall

🔗 or 'kidnap’ // sender kidnaps receiver ( feel free to specify details )

👐 or 'choking’ // sender wraps their hands around receivers’ throat

💥or 'smack’ // sender smacks receiver in the face

🩸or 'bleed’ // sender makes receiver bleed ( feel free to specify where )

🤕 or 'knockout’ // sender knocks receiver’s head against the wall

🦴or 'bone’ // sender breaks one of receiver’s bone ( feel free to specify which bone )

🚬 or 'burn’ // sender burns receiver ( feel free to specify details )

🔫 or 'gun’ // sender points a gun at receiver’s head

⛓ or 'handcuffs’ // sender handcuffs receiver ( feel free to specify details )

🪓 or 'weapon’ // sender corners receiver with a weapon

🔧or 'gunpoint’ // sender holds receiver at gunpoint

🗑 or 'murder’ // sender attempts to murder receiver

✂️ or 'cut’ // sender cuts receiver ( feel free to specify details )

🧤 or 'yank’ // sender grabs receivers hair and yanks them over the floor

💊 or 'drug’ // sender sedates receiver ( feel free to specify ex. for a kidnapping, torture, etc. )

➰ or 'restraint’ // sender restrains receiver with ropes

💧or 'water’ // sender waterboards receiver

💪or 'arm’ // sender forces receiver’s arm behind their back

🔥or 'fire’ // sender puts cigarette out on receiver’s body

🪖 or 'tackle’ // sender tackles receiver on the ground

🚅 or 'shoot’ // sender non-fatally shoots receiver

[obscurumtenebris]

Mother spotted. Time to get on Silvally’s back and leave.

[storybled-deactivated20221103]

obscurumtenebris.

“Whatever…”

Gladion’s jaw tightened and he hissed through clenched teeth as he felt the alcohol sting the wounds of freshly torn skin; the blood from his wounds now on the nearby tree that he had been hitting before he was caught. He shrugged, watching Nanu clean his wounds before glancing away.

“The usual. Threw me in a room without my Pokémon and locked me in there. Fed me enough not to starve me but I wasn’t satisfied, either.” Blonde brows furrowed slightly, a huff leaving his nose. “Just because I wouldn’t tell her where Lillie was. Guess that’s my fault, though…she knows that I know and that I’m not telling her. She hates that.”

He’d rather be locked in there then throw his little sister under the bus—not that he would admit it. Someone had to protect her, right? The hand not being cleaned yet scratches at his neck, sweater shifting to show a bit of a hand shaped bruise—seems there was more then he was letting on.

“I’m sick of it.”

     he does his best to be careful, not wanting to hurt the boy more than necessary. the woman he called his mother always seemed to do enough of that on her own. gently, he blows on the wounds as he cleans them, hoping to ease the pain even if only slightly.

      once they’re cleaned, he reaches within the kit, finding the antibacterial ointment he carried. as he applies that, he shakes his head. ‘  that woman needs t’ get her head examined.  ’ a stupid statement, perhaps, but one he can’t help but make. he listens to the boy go on, listens to him vent knowing it’s what he needs as he gets the ointment covering the wound. he only speaks again as he pulls bandages out.

      ‘  your sister is lucky to have you.  ’ a gentle statement, one made from a man filled with regret of how things had gone with his own sister.

     carefully, the bandages are wrapped around the boys hand. he spots the movement of the sweater, notes the hand shaped bruise. the flashbacks of watching his own sister suffer, of himself dealing with abuse, it wasn’t something he took kindly to seeing on others. especially kids that certainly weren’t doing anything wrong.

     ‘  you’re doing the right thing, protecting her. i know it’s hard…and that it certainly doesn’t do you any favors but…it’s important as an older brother, an older sibling, for them to know you have their back.  ’

[obscurumtenebris]

Sound continued to hiss between clenched teeth from the sting of the swabs to broken skin and flesh. They were probably going to bruise a horrible mix of green and purple later. Whatever; atleast he could get his anger out. Besides—it didn’t seem to hurt nearly as much as the treatment he received from Lusamine.

The ointment applied was more soothing, shoulders slumping a little in relaxation as emerald hues rolled. “Tell me something I don’t know.” A huff escapes him—his mother definitely needed her head checked—there was no doubt about that. She was nuts.

A scoff leaves him when Lillie was mentioned. “I guess.” He murmured in response. She was lucky to have him protect her—he could just let his mother do whatever she wanted; instead he took the brunt of the damage for her sake. “She better be grateful.” There’s a pause, green gaze flicking over to Nanu and blinking once. It was weird for him to get positive reinforcement like this…definitely something he wasn’t really used to. But comforting, nonetheless. He shifts the collar of his sweater to cover the bruise on we more, a sigh leaving him.

“I wish my mom would just drop dead or something. Or at least go back to how she was before…this.”

[fungalfaggot]

oh you're touch starved? here eat up *fucking punches you*

[obscurumtenebris]

@gnzma said: i think ya shouldn't punch people. ya should also bite and kick 'em actually

“Now you’re speaking my language.”

[obscurumtenebris]

“A fucking cop punches people and it’s fine. I punch people and it’s a fucking problem. What’s up with that?”

[prettythought]

Send my muse rude anons.

Hit 'em where it hurts.

[picavecalyx-a]

Anonymous asked:

How do you feel about gladion risking himself for you?

      Silva was quiet a moment, she didn’t like it, to an extent. She didn’t want him to get hurt, she didn’t want him to do anything stupid…But she knew so equally well that if put into the situation, she would do the same for him, so who is to blame for this? In part she wondered if it would have been better if they didn’t meet, or perhaps if he didn’t know about her situation, her père. Whatever the case may be…She knew that he wouldn’t listen, but if there was even the chance? Not only that but the words kept ringing in her mind.

      You are unstable. 

      What if she hurt him? What if she did something she couldn’t just reverse, she couldn’t just hide away with a smile and a few loose remarks? She could run, she could hide, she could cry for hours if it happened, but she’d never forget, could she? Had she? Silva never hurt anyone like that, she refused to admit she had ever hurt anyone like that. it was bad enough that she had woken up far too many times to Pokemons’ stone caste eyes staring right back at her, bad enough that her own partners risked their lives just traveling alongside her. Bad enough that she knew that she could do it…

      But she hadn’t, she couldn’t, she’d never do it- She hadn’t, she hadn’t ever hurt another human being like that. 

      Silva curled her hands into fists, tightening her grip then releasing, then tightening then releasing, some form of calm. She heard the tiny jangle of keys, her hands released their fists. A smile coming over her face as she glanced down at her bag at the key ring pokemon looking right back up at her. She’d smile, she knew that she would be okay, she knew that Gladion would be okay no matter what. She’d make sure he was okay. 

      “ uuhh…i’m grateful, and i respect him mure than yu culd imagine. i wuld du the same fur him that he’s duing fur me. he’s like a bruther tu me, we’re in this tugether! ”

[obscurumtenebris]

@pulchramundii con’t.

“She’s not a time bomb.”

He watched as a Lysandre towered over him, hand balled into fists. If gladion weee taller, he would punch this guy in the jaw. Instead, Silvally moved, cautiously between them, blocking Lysandre from Gladion—just in case. The pokemon’s eyes narrowed at the man, and a huff escaped Gladion.

He understood better then anyone what it was like to have an abusive parent. Like he protected Lillie, he would Protect Silva. He was surprisingly soft under such a rough, sharp exterior—he meant well, even if he didn’t show it in the correct way most of the time.

“Nothing you say is going to convince me otherwise. I’m…I’m going to protect her. I promised her that. She doesn’t want to come back to you and I’ll do everything I can to prevent that. I don’t care about the fucking consequences.”

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[pulchramundii-a-deactivated2025]

“She’s not your daughter. Get lost.” ( @obscurumtenebris )

"Not my daughter? What do you know of family, really, boy? You, who also is running away." The last word came out as a hiss, said between sharp teeth. "Everything she is now is something that I made her to be. She is my creation. She is mine. Do not speak of matters you know absolutely nothing about. She is what I made her--she is my daughte."

[obscurumtenebris]

“Yeah? You think that’s gonna bother me? Listen, I know way more then you think I do.”

If Lysandre’s words did bother him, well, Gladion wasn’t going to let him know that. It was hard for the boy tho trust people after all he endured—But Silva was…innocent. She reminded him of his sister, and honestly? He had this feeling like he had to…protect her. Or something.

He was used to it.

“You didn’t do shit. You’re forcing your dumb ideals on her. You’re trying to make her something she isn’t. If she’s not around, you’re doing something wrong. I know from experience.” His own words are bitter—sharp, as well.

“Fuck off already.”

[obscurumtenebris]

“Why be adopted when you can just not have parents at all? That’s the better deal.”

[lyricalmusingstuff]

Help me, 

                       I’m spinning                             I’m out of control                                        Wish I could find something                                                 To make me whole.

[inconsistentmemes]

THE REAL IMPORTANT CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT QUESTIONS PART 2

another random assortment for your enjoyment!

do they enjoy silence or find it too loud?

how many hours of sleep do they average per night?

would they ever skydive/paraglide/etc?

describe their dream home.  looks, location, decorations, etc.

can they roller skate/skateboard?  would they like to learn?

what’s their favorite dish to cook?  favorite dish to order out?

describe their dream vacation.  would they take anyone or go alone?

are they close to any of their family members?  

what is their idea of the afterlife?  does it scare them?

what’s their love language?  

would they describe themselves as beautiful/handsome/etc?  

did their childhood have a negative or positive impact on them?  

what they wanted to be when they grew up vs what they do now.

what type of neighborhood did they grow up in?  do they still live there?

does their family/friends have any traditions they take part of?

who is their best friend?  how long have they known them?

do they have anyone they consider their enemy?  what did they do to gain that title?

did they have a rebellious stage as a teenager?  what did it involve?

what’s currently in their pockets/purse/etc?

how much cash do they generally carry with them?

do they celebrate any holidays?  what are the celebrations like?  do they have a favorite?

have they ever traveled outside their country?

are they an affectionate person?  how do they feel about pda?

if they were choosing an adventure to go on what would it consist of?

have they ever been in a physical fight?  what happened?

are they more likely to take the leader role or let someone else call the shots?

has anyone ever betrayed their trust?  do they still speak to them?

do they believe in magic?  why do they have this belief?

do they wake up on the first alarm, hit snooze, or have multiple alarms set? 

what’s the first major event they remember in their life?

what would their three wishes be if they found a genie?  

have they ever ended a relationship to pursue their career/education further?  what happened?

what do they consider their worst habit? 

are they good at explaining things to others?

how do they handle being upset/angry?  do they yell, cry, go silent, etc?

do they have any habits they believe are odd?

if they could hit redo on a single past event in their life what would it be?  would they do it if it meant changing the present?

what does their future look like when they picture it?  who’s there with them?

have they ever been to court?  what was the outcome?

what would they do for a klondike bar?