#;abuse

[hazmatas-blog]

if you associate with nekotheheartless/robert in any way, please block me

on friday he broke into my square enix account, changed my password and proceeded to cancel the account without my knowledge (not until i tried to log into my game.) he’s also tried to pin me as an emotional abuser and has lied about many things i’ve said/done (has twisted my words around and used them in contexts that weren’t the original context, etc.) he is very toxic and dangerous and can’t be trusted. he’s my ex boyfriend and i had to leave him because i couldn’t handle how he was treating me (and my best friend) and he proceeded to turn it around and say that i was calling him too mentally fucked up to date me (when i said that /i/ wasn’t emotionally well enough for a relationship) him breaking into my account was enough please /block me/ if you associate with him in any way. he’s deleted most of his social media but he might still be around somewhere

[royalnxrd-blog]

Trying to explain why you have trust issues and would rather not be in a relationship and end up breaking down and telling them about your childhood abuse Isn't today L ovely

[irritableteadrinkersarchive]

✖ - a repressed memory

Blood.

It’s everywhere. The floor. The walls. Maria’s tools…

The room is drenched in it.

He can’t believe it. Still wont believe it. But the proof is hanging right before his eyes. Like meat in a butcher’s shop window. No… no he can’t think like that. He didn’t even want to look. But he can’t move. Can’t look away. Tied to this very spot, forced to stare at what was left of his family.

Their cries still rang in his ears. His little girl… Maria… she tried to be brave. She tried to tell Simon it would be ok. Even as…

Tears were streaming down his bloodied face. Simon didn’t even register the immense physical pain he was in. His mind was too busy burning this image into his memory. It’s what the killer wanted. For Simon to live with this image in his mind. It was his punishment.

For being happy.

“I see you’re awake.”

His whole body flinched just at the voice. Simon was trembling in fear, trying to locate the source of the voice. “To be honest, I thought you would have died by now. Especially after everything you’ve been through. It’s good, it’s good. Can’t have you dying too soon. What’s the fun in that?”

Simon tried to tug free; causing the barbed wire being used to hold him in place to cut into his flesh deeper. He wanted to get away. He didn’t want to be near this man. 

Standing behind Simon, hands grasped at his cheeks. Softly. Delicately. Almost in a comforting way as the stranger hushed him. “Now now. You shouldn’t let them see you crying like this. That pretty wife of yours did tell you to be strong, right? Oh… you shoudl know. Some guy called Mathew rang. Left a message on your phone.”

Simon froze at this. Mathew? 

“Mmm, said he was going to come by tomorrow. Considering you’ve been ignoring him for several days. Nice of him to give me warning, so I’m going to have to cut my time here short. So… lets make sure to make this night one to really remember… Can’t have you ever forgetting me…”

He could almost feel the man behind him grinning as fingers trailed up his cheek. Only to sink into his empty eye socket to draw an anguished cry from Simon. “There is so much more I want you to experience..”

[yasogami-archive-blog]

I want threads where IT members know Shiori’s fucked up-- know she’s slept with Adachi and are freaked out by it and don’t want her leading them anymore. Where they can see she’s got bruises not left by shadows and know something’s wrong but she insists she’s ok even though she’s probably being abused by someone. I want threads where Shiori’s taken in the idea that Adachi was right-- I want threads where she stops caring about going into the TV and only does it for money-- I want her to let someone die and I want there to be backlash. I want toxic, unhealthy relationships-- I want to see Shiori being the toxic one, making her partner share her uncaring thoughts and take her side of things. 

Bug me if you’re interested, I guess. I’ll queue this a few times, but I doubt I’ll get anything. 

[sadlazzle]

ok so u know why i'm so scared about this guy he's almost an exact mirror image of the ex that abused me i've only just noticed this but i'm so scared

[time-to-hunt-prey]

"What happened!?"

[ Why couldn’t I get a happy one? >:C ]

1 - Bruised and beaten up

Upon answering his door; Evans half expected it to be his brother waiting for him on the other side. Probably with something else to bitch about. Though, luckily for him, it was in fact Waylon. 

Oh right. He hadn’t really contacted the freckled man for a few days. Probably worried him somewhat. Evans didn’t want Waylon to see him, not like this. The over sized sweater and baggy pants hid the marks rather well. Though the bruises around his neck and jawline were rather obvious, causing Evans to tug his hoodie up somewhat.

“Waylon…?” He murmured, casting tired eyes down slightly. Of course he was happy to see the other man. But not right now… not when everything was still rather fresh.

“Um…” Evans paused, wondering what he should say at this point. “I.. uh… sorry I haven’t… really spoken to you recently…” The blond looked beyond awkward now; wringing his hands together and shifting about on the spot.

[taatara]

25

30 Questions For My Muse

25. Do they have any weird bedroom habits? Any unusual kinks?

Tatara has this whole thing about dominance. Either he’s in power or it isn’t happening. He needs the power, craves it like he would flesh.

He tells you to shut up, you shut up.

He tells you to cum, you cum.

He presses your face to the mattress or the floor or where the fuck ever, you’d better stay like that.

There is no safe word. Why? It’s weak. There is no safe word in life, it’s all a means of preventing euphoria for the safety and comfort of others, and he won’t have it.

Also bondage and abuse, but that’s saved for the ones he really doesn’t like. The pretty, bruised flesh. The swollen, red lips. The insignificant, confused mewls caught between agony and euphoria. What’s better than breaking your enemy’s dignity?