stop telling people who have abusive parents to “just leave” after they turn 18!!!!!!! it’s not that fucking simple!!!!!!!!!
i’ve been an adult for two years now and i STILL live in this hell hole. you know why? CONTROL. you can’t just walk out of the house and never look back like they do on tv. it doesn’t work that way. you take documents with you (that, if your parents are anything like mine, are locked up tight in a safe), you have to have enough money and a stable job and a place to go (which most victims are unable to get jobs due to mental/physical health or parent control), you have to move all your things out of their name (phone, car, etc). the list goes on. don’t you dare tell an adult victim that they’re just “not helping themselves”. i’m tired of hearing it.
adult victims of abusive parents: your abuse is still valid and i promise you there are those of us who understand and care.
(and before you try and pull the “here’s some suggestions” shit, my doctor has already met with a social worker with me. i’m stuck here for the time being. thanks for your concern but fuck off.)
I don’t know if this merits a trigger warning, but just in case: parental abuse is discussed.
When the celebrations are over, and everyone is back in their homes, and the palace is quiet in the night, that’s when the grieving starts. They had cried when Shadow Weaver sacrificed herself for Adora (because it always came back to Adora, right?) but they had had to move on, no time to assimilate that the only parent they’d known was gone. Catra now understands that Shadow Weaver had been incapable of loving her; she has no power or magic, so she was nothing but a tool to mold Adora into compliance. Shadow Weaver didn’t deserve her love, and yet here she was, crying for the woman that had made her feel worthless.
Adora understands, and yet not. Adora knows of the burden, the impossible expectations, the praise that feels like a demand. She doesn’t know of surpassing all goals and still falling short, she doesn’t know of begging to be loved, and being laughed at for it. Still, Adora sits with her at the top of the palace and cries with her for the childhood that both were robbed of.
Micah knows what the girls do when they sneak out at midnight, almost every night. He had known her as Light Spinner, but the person behind had been the same even then. He had also been used and manipulated for his power, but he grew up loved and is at peace with the loss of his once mentor. So he sits with the girls in silence, offering his support if they need it.
One day, it will hurt a little less and long after, she will be nothing but a memory, and a legend, used to scare little children into behaving well. And her ghost will roam Etheria, regretting the love that had been offered freely and rejected.
“He will not consume you in the hotel, but outside the hotel’s grounds? Rule goes out the door.” Don followed up while pulling out Striker’s weapons in his frisking, one hand going up to carefully grab his hat to lift it up for any hidden weapons.
“Apologies, just needed to check real quick.” He would place the hat back onto Striker’s head with careful hands. “I’ll be honest, this is my first time seeing a cowboy, I only see those in works of fiction, my living world rarely has cowboys wandering the streets of my home city.”
[STRIKER]
He did flinch slightly once his hat was moved off his head, an old habit that his Ma did before the damage came soon following after.
But it was masked all by a smooth criminal smile. Lucky the hat was placed back.
“We had some sinners sneak to the Wrath ring to build the whole wild west aesthetic. Billy the Kid and Johnny Cash were big inspirations. Kind of grew up hearing Cash’s music. Made me dress how I am.” he explains how Wrath gotten it’s old west motif it so famous for.
“Pops made sure I’d look the part before well… Let’s say I don’t see him much thanks to a certain miss.”
“I will protect you… You will be safe under where we’re heading, Mr Clawthorne.” Don’s stoic eyes hardened as he spoke sternly, giving the fellow sinners speaking ill of the boy a stoic death glare in warning… He wasn’t that kind of person, it disgusted him and went against his own morality.
The hotel guard wanted to rest a hand on Hunter’s head in comforting, but decided not to in worry that it might frighten him more.
“I will shut down those who wish you ill matters… Those who endanger and threaten the young shall pay in ‘wrathful’ justice.” This boy’s been through a lot… He only hoped that he and his allies at the hotel could give him the comfort and safety he deserves after all that.
[HUNTER]
Hunter wasn’t use to any sort of physical touch. Specially the good kind like head rubs or even hugs. He’d never gotten that from Phillip.
It mostly was pain, since he was just another clone. That can be easily be disposed and another could be taken in his place. Like a child replacing a broken toy with a new identical one.
He hoped where he was going, he wouldn’t get called out more. Those, those monsters didn’t deserve to be living here… But, they had to go somewhere.
Hunter wished they would burn into ash personally for himself.
His face stays buried in his folded arm as Don told the demons to piss off. He heard their displeased scoffing before it decrescendos.
Don didn’t mind Hunter taking hold of a side of his suit jacket, only keeping the young mortal close to him in a protective manner while escorting him to the hotel.
“… I’m sorry for your loss… And having to witness that.” To move the moon without any problems… Sounds like both King Lucifer and the Divine One in Heaven will have to keep tabs on this Collector… Their power… Could it rival both Hell and Heaven’s most powerful figures?
“… Keep alert, Mr Clawthorne, what you see in Hell is nearly unavoidable, it is lawless, and every sin you can think of… It’s committed here without hesitations.” Don was still a matured gentleman, prepared to shield Hunter’s eyes and ears from the uncouthness of Hell as he ventured out through the streets of Pentagram City.
[HUNTER]
Great more unwanted trauma to come into his life, once a sheltered solider was now experience true horror. He was only sixteen. What else did that once manipulative, abusive man do to him when making him. What other lies has he flooded Hunter’s mind with?
Sickness, just sickness was all that was running through the young teen’s mind.
His hold tightens more on Don’s suit, eyes shut. He felt his head and upper body press against the bodyguard’s side once he heard some demons commenting about him.
It was disgusting, but that’s why they were here… And hope that this Don, won’t give them that second chance of redemption.
Only slight whimpers were his response, he… He was scared. Legit scared.
