#tw codependency

[thewitchofart]

[ysaefinn]

Mdni plz <3

Make Suguru watch you touch yourself and watch him internally lose his mind bcuz he's obsessed with control in a weird affectionate way that makes him feel responsible for your pleasure and if he's not doing it then it isn't being done well...hey merry Christmas :]

[voidfanatic]

Poorly edited Berdly "incorrect quotes" that I got from Pinterest because I may love Berdly but I will do anything but draw him:

I made way more with the gang but I'm not posting allat 💔

[icebear4president]

Remember back in the old days when we used to think the fandom over exaggerated the exile arc, and then you dig up clips likes this

[bugpurity]

Give me more percabeth where they're weird codependent little freaks. Give me percabeth where the separation anxiety results in 219 dead 1000s injured. Give me percabeth where they'd probably glue themselves together if they found out how. Give me percabeth who lock themselves out to the outside world because the only people that matter are them and what they've been through. Give me percabeth who hate everyone except each other. Give me Percabeth who love each other so, so much that it goes past obsession, they are the only people that deserve to exist because its them and only them against the world.

[multishipper33]

pyrophilia, n.

CHARACTERS: myself as moth, @abolisolation as iso/acid, and @jimmysbrainandsoul as jamie. (two other members of ss, gray and mulsea, are named)

BIG GIANT DISCLAIMER: this is a FICTIONAL WORK about the second seed universe/cast from the pov of moth, one half of the Silly Saucers. now. this is not canon unless everyone agrees it to be so - the only things you should take are mannerisms and thoughts moth may have. for instance, towards the end of the chapter, we see the tail end of a fight between iso and jamie… which HAS NOT HAPPENED. fictional. not canon. just messing around :D

tw/cw: toxic/codependent relationship (mentioned here on iso’s end: overprotectiveness/attachment, anger; mentioned on my end is separation anxiety + the whole addiction thing taints my perception of iso a LOTTT), blood used as a metaphor quite a bit, mentions of killing/red names/death in the context of a life series, addiction (a part-moth character being addicted to red light sources). lmk if i missed any !!

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pyrophilia, n. • the (often unhealthy) love of fire, flames, or explosives.

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people wax far too much poetic about the difference of a house and a home - really, it is only in concept that they contrast. a house is an architectural structure. there are rules, and if you break those rules, someone could die. not necessarily the builder, nor the person who approves the design, but an innocent bystander, someone hoping for a roof over their heads. a home is a figurative thing, a place of belonging.

there are rules, and if you break those rules, someone could die.

i cannot feel the pair of eyes upon my neck as i sort through chests, but i see them dance along the wood, little slits cutting through red nectar as scarring in the wood matches up with scarring in the gaze. red is nowhere else to be found, though, as my stash of redstone was all used for traps. i suppose it makes sense, we have to get kills at some point, but what does it matter if the last thing someone sees is a sight as damning as red, red eyes? a trap offers anonymity, but if you known well enough, fingers will point in your direction.

still, i gather up sticks and turn around. like blood in charcoal, iso's eyes are discs of liquid, tearing real holes through my fake excuses the same way acid forms faux scars on wings that could carry me far, far away if i so wished. they only move when i do, sliding the disc of charcoal, daring to make a mark on the paper that has been clean until now. when all the dust is brushed off, the scene may be tragic - it may be beautiful.

"out mining again?" his voice cuts through my reverie, tinged with too little venom to sting. when i stand my flower crown feels heavy, as though i'd dipped it in water before leaving, mixing with the roses to create the scent a façade leaves behind.

because the roses are gone, replaced with mourning flowers that remind me of iso, black seeping into red, fangs finding a creature with a scarred neck, blood on the charcoal-stained page. which consumes which, i am not sure. "we're low on redstone. gotta get a kill at some point, right?" i almost feel jamie's words echoed in my own, one of the only people who can catch my companion's gaze.

jamie, and me.

"it's dangerous out there," they murmur, "want me to come with you? two swords beats one."

bile, in the back of my throat. i cannot gather if he is right next to me, because if something goes wrong, i will freeze until told to do otherwise. if i am safer with or without him remains to be discussed. because there is strength in numbers, but i feel my strength unnecessary if they are around, and that is not a mindset i can have at this stage.

i reach upwards, blindly fiddling amongst the cornflowers and the twigs i attached to act as thorns before i find the poppy. it makes its way upwards, nudging itself at the top of his ear, petals just avoiding its point. "here. i can't leave for good if you have this, right?"

iso cannot meet my eyes. it hurts like a hunger, so i offer my best smile, hoping it conveys how much i would rather paint with blood than sketch with charcoal, how much i despise the darkness the night creates. the moon is so dim faraway torches are more tempting.

like the warmth of a fireplace they look at me, chasing away the chill, the layer of too much too much faint compared to the wispy strands of light he gives off. "can you promise you'll stay safe, moth?"

"as much as i can promise that this house is made of spruce." my smile doesn't stretch as far as it should, because i am nocturnal only in theory, and my fatigue sets in even further when all i want is but a whispered ask away. i cast it off. "don't worry yourself, acid. i'll be back before dawn."

before they have the chance to object, to offer anything further, i am out in the night. forest presses in all around me, even as the crunching of my footsteps on a gravel path drowns out the sound of nearby mobs. when i take out my torch, it is as red as my surroundings seem to be lately, but there is not enough flame to justify it as an expense -

my ally does not know where all of our redstone keeps going -

so i shiver, fearful that my wings and my noise make me stand out like blood on charcoal, prey to larger bugs. that instinct rears its head when i catch my hair on webs or hear a hisssss from afar, and it is sickly green, neon and pulsing and melancholy compared to the sour taste of red haze; if iso is a healing potion that stings going down, i grant night vision with addiction to the blinding.

my fingers are covered in dust that makes men monsters, glows when i hold it up to torchlight, reminds me that i need to brace the sour to get to the sweet. when i am a panicked and inconsequential thing thrashing around blindly, redstone keeps me ethereal, because iso is reflected in it.

when i get back, the sky is tinged the shade of pink my fingers will be even after a good wash, or the tips of my ears under the scrutiny of an enemy - when we go to meet opposing factions, iso makes sure my hair is covering my ears, so they do not see my weakness. i hear voices inside, so as sneakily as i can muster, i press my pink, pink ears to the door. i hear jamie, names like gray and mulsea and even mine getting thrown around, but iso's words are quiet enough where they are obscured.

i open the door. any conversation comes to a halt, though i can see the way this interaction has irritated the both of them, my ally's eyes wavering like blood in the water. jamie's are wide as saucers, living up to his honorary title, and he asks, "why are you back so early?"

"what does it matter to you?" iso snaps.

jamie turns on his heel and leaves. i sidestep him, giving our ally an awkward smile, still not sure what had just happened. iso sucks in a breath through their teeth when the door is left open, and when it slams, a vase nearly topples to the ground. my eyes are questioning, but he gives me no indication that anything can happened, only sighing and leading me with their eyes to somewhere warmer.

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ended up around 1.1k words … hope yall liked it :D

[searenbound]

Thinking about big brother Bakugou who formed a really odd relationship with his quirkless little sister way back in middle school that carried into adulthood.

He was always so protective of her, saying she deserved to be treated better because she was his baby sister, and then would turn around and bully Midoriya for the same thing that made her special in his eyes.

It was confusing for her, but whatever she did to be special and worth protecting in his eyes she wanted to keep doing it. That way her big brother would love her forever and never hate her.

And he realized this quickly and took advantage of it, because he may adore her, but he isn’t stupid. Why do the work yourself when you have a trained puppy to do it?

It was never anything too serious, just house chores and errands, but then they hit high school and suddenly they were suppurated and he had to watch her blossom into a woman without him and god did he hate it but he didn’t know why.

It wasn’t until a few years later when he had her move in to his apartment so he could protect his quirkless little angel of a sister that it hits him. It was never about protecting her, well maybe at first, but now? No, it’s because he wants her.

He wants her like the grown woman she is

[gross-ew]

Tcoaal ramblings

Ashley was right about things with her and andrew being different after they killed their parents....

Like growing up, andrew is neglected and parentified as all hell. He's groomed into avoiding the reality of all sorts of relationship issues in favor of maintaining a "correct" reputation.

whether he and Ashley have a horribly codependent and unhealthy relationship or not, it's his job to maintain the facade of "normalcy."

To deny ashleys and his own attraction/confusion. To deny his and ashleys discomforts with their family and home life (including each other). To be in a constant power struggle with Leyley "bc he's the older one/supposed to know better" ie always to blame.

So when they kill their parents ie the main motivators (if douglas even counts) for appearing normal and functional, I think andrew loses a GIANT chunk of his personal reasoning. He's starting to fundamentally change as a person with renee gone. before he would comply with her demands for parentification under the impression that she would keep providing the little support and recognition she has been as long as he "behaved."

I think this is one of many reasons why Ashley's noncompliance is so so upsetting to him. Why eventually he has no patience for her. He's already being neglected, doesn't have healthy or positive relationships with either of his caregivers, but as a young boy renee can still threaten him with worse treatment, or more intense abandonment. He spends the entirety of his life caught between a rock and a hard place by everyone who's supposed to care for him. He's incapable of making and maintaining truly positive relationships with kids in school, bc his mother's and sisters expectations don't leave room for him to be a person with any sort of healthy relationships, even to himself.

Ashley is incredibly perceptive, even if what she picks up on doesn't always change her decision making.

In a way, She is the impulse where andrew is the intent.

But andrew has the same urges and thoughts that Ashley does. So he gets pissed at himself for having "thought crimes," copes (unhealthily, bottles up the anger and dissapointment), tells Ashley to act in a way he thinks is an appropriate response, and when she inevitably does whatever she wants he gets to be the reprimanding force he always saw his mom be. He gets to slam the gavel down and finally decide on Ashley's punishment.

When they're in the car in the camp parking lot, the most private place that only they have access to after committing more tabboos than either of them can count, he gives in to some of his urges. He begins doing more that indicates he sees Ashley as some sort of horrible accessory or misbehaved pet rather than a person with autonomy (who, might i add, could be fully capable of recieving consequences for their actions completely on her own...). If she's going to act out of line, he's going to "correct" her. Bc renee isn't here to catch him taking his responsibility in a "bad" way. Renee won't find out about his new solution to an old problem. Renee is dead. And if Ashley wants to keep disobeying him, she'll be dead too. At this point they're effectively above/skirting around the law, cooperating with demons, eating people...what real consequences are left for him?

One of his last urges he refuses to indulge in is around fucking his younger sister....but even as he's pissed at Ashley for making comments or teasing him, he still wants it. Even if its a very shallow urge. Even if its simple misogyny on his end, seeing tits and someone who won't leave him after he gets his rocks off. Unfortunately for him I think it is a lot deeper than that. The romantic angst has a chokehold on him. He's so neglected and abandoned that he's just looking for someone he can be close with that won't leave. And he already knows Ashley. He's put soooooooo much effort into trying to make Ashley a good, respectable person that it would be convenient if he didn't have to put effort into another person ever again. He knows her so well, it would be a waste not to take full advantage of what's in front of him. The way he treats julia supports all of this. But he doesn't have to go home to julia, she is the perfect/stereotypical mistress to the toxicity he has with ashley.

In a way, andrew is worse to ashley than renee. Of course comparing like that is kind of useless bc the circumstances are just SO different, but hear me out. Renee was verbally, emotionally, and psychologically violent, but she seemed very intent on avoiding physical violence. The way I see it, the graves kids physically violenced their parents to death, and andrew sees a whoooole new solution. His parents are problems > they kill their parents = he used violence and now has less problems. I think this is one of the last things andrew needed to see/experience before he inevitably was going to justify physical violence against Ashley. Because it WAS inevitable. In a sense, he's been waiting for the two of them to truly be isolated enough that he can get away with treating her this way. And he immediately gaslights her into accepting his conditions, even though she tried to put up a fight. But she relents. She has no defenses against him, no choices but to start acknowledging the fact that andrew legitimately has a want to kill her. The only person whos ever been there for her. The only person she ever liked. The only person whos shown her love and devotion and submission and attraction and etc...

It's because andrew didn't actually have anyone to raise him or help him through all of the issues he collected throughout his life, that it was only a matter of when and where before he took this turn. We see him be abusive in just about every other sense of the word up until that point, especially with ashley.

Despite renee not being physically abusive, she is extremely violent, punitive, dissmissive, absent, overbearing, controlling, etc... Andrew learns everything he knows from renee. But when she is killed by his hands, he feels he gets to usurp the power she held.

Ashley seems unwilling to see the deep similarities between andrew and renee. She's probably avoiding understanding how much importance and comfort renee holds for her. She might see similarities between andrew and renee, but acknowledging them on any level probably won't give her anything she wants more than it would bring discomfort or pain.