Abusive Husband! Obanai..
I loved the short lil head-cannons btws bae
But how would Abusive Husband! Obanai react to spouse becoming so stressed and self conscious that she ends up extremely mentally sick, and she cant eat/sleep/hardly communicate anymore? Would he take care of them? or would he think their being overdramatic and treat them the same?
(Pronouns can be whichever your most comfortable with!)
(💃Anonymous)
Fucccck. This would not go well! I imagine it’d go something like this;
This is seriously intense and tragic and sad, please be careful reading this!
Iguro Obanai
“Dokusha” Obanai barked angrily as you stared blankly at the wall, cuddled up in the recently dried futon with no words left. You could barely think anymore, your mind emptier than the clearest skies. All the abuse, all the hate, all of it every single day piled up. It stressed you out until your mind snapped, you fell so ill that heard Obanai’s voice echoing down the hallway. Yelling and insulting you for nothing. Your self-image dropped so low that you stared at knives in consideration of using them
You didn’t feel the need to eat or sleep anymore. As you just stared at the wall, waiting on absolutely nothing in the futon you didn’t feel the warmth of anymore. Obanai found you after a long day of Hashira duty and he was ready to give you the usual hell for your minor mistake but he is confused and weirded out by your sudden demeanour change, what’s the problem?
“Dokusha. Answer me. Iguro Dokusha” Obanai barked again, dropping down to his knees and waving his hand in front of your eyes. Those irises were so cloudy and lifeless, he was wondering if you were actually dead. His fingers quickly rested on your neck, feeling the healthy pulse so he did know that you were still alive. But you barely blinked, barely breathed
The lack of response had him eventually shaking you physically. His anger faded away into raw concern as his obsession took over. He does hurt you a lot, but the last thing he wants is for you to be dead. “Dokusha. Dokusha” Your eyes tilted up to see his, and you wanted to cry but you just couldn’t, why give your abuser that satisfaction
“Dokusha. Talk to me” Obanai grabs you and lifts you up so you’re sitting on your bottom as your head mindlessly falls forward. Obanai holds your head up with his palm under your chin so you’ll keep eyes on him at times
“Don’t ignore me. Dokusha. We need to talk” Obanai continues to repeat, usually, he’d be furious over the fact you overshined his katana but now, he was just concerned if you were mentally sound. You blinked slowly, glaring at him as you managed to get the first and final words you wanted to say forever out
“… Yo… u” Obanai flinched visibly, still confused and conflicted as you gathered every ounce of strength you had left to speak. You didn’t have anything to finally yell back at him for everything he put you through, you just spoke as if you were truly dying
“Y… our…. Fa… ult… You… d… id… th… is…” You muscled out on a soft, lifeless voice as you needed to get the one thought you had radiating in your mind out to run free, involuntarily leaning on his shoulder as Obanai’s whole world cracked and crumbled before his very eyes at just those mere five words
He did do this to you. But he didn’t mean to break you, he just wanted to help fix you. To make you better, because he truly does love you. He didn’t want you to end up emotionally scarred and torn apart like a useless tissue, he didn’t mean for this to happen. Everything he did was cruel and apathetic, he didn’t realise how horrible he was to you until now
He’s suppose to protect you, as your husband, not make your life even more dangerous. But he did the worst thing one could do to their spouse, abuse you until you lost everything you use to be. Now, you’re a walking skin suit. You didn’t have any emotions nor conscious as it was all scrubbed off for good
This was a accident. What can he do?! What can he do?! How can he fix this?! Obanai stopped his anxious mind-rants as his arms clutched onto you and brought you towards him so he can tightly hug you, slowly turning to the nearby window, his Kasugai crow sat patiently, plucking at his wing feathers to groom himself
“Dokusha…” Obanai remarks gently as you looked up at him after seconds of intense strength-gathering, you didn’t want to but you did. He knew exactly what he had to do, to save you from him. He had to expose himself to the world, the world he tried so desperately to keep you away from for his own selfish needs. He had been so selfish for so long, keeping you against your will, cutting you apart like you’re a block of cheese, forcing you to become pregnant with his child
He thought he was the victim but no, you’re the real victim. The one who needs to get away, but Obanai couldn’t live with himself if he did just let you go. He needed to pay for hurting you and hurting Kaburamaru, forcing you into a marriage you probably didn’t want in the first place, forcing you to carry his offspring for over 6 months
“I… won’t see you ever again” Obanai claims, running his hand through your hair but you didn’t feel the lovely pleasure one would feel at such a massaging sensation. You felt nothing
For some reason, you decided to hear him out with the slowest and weak nod humanely possible. All your experience with Obanai told you he was bullshitting. This time, he was speaking the whole truth and nothing more
“You deserve better than me. I’ve been the worst husband to you. I thought i was helping but I wasn’t. I ruined you, I broke you. I’m gonna tell the Master everything I’ve done to you and I, most likely, will be executed. But for you… I’m going to do it” Obanai explained himself so wholeheartedly, his emotions came back to him as he gently presses his forehead against yours and closed his eyes to bask in your presence for a few seconds
It’d be one of, if not the last time he ever have, before he leaves this earth
After that mini paragraph of a reflection. Everything past the day just went by in a huge blur and next thing you know, you’re being brought to the Hashira meeting by your parents, who helped you walk as if you had broken your ankles. You looked less like a corpse after a week or so of being with your parents when Obanai sent letters and proof to the Master about his crimes against you
Unsure why, you don’t remember the trip to the luxurious dark room but you were suddenly on your knees in the middle of your protective mother and father as the Master sat in front of Obanai himself, his head basically buried in the wooden floor, presented in a deep bow as one of the Master’s daughters read every single word of Obanai’s detailed letters
“Iguro Obanai… this is the most disturbing case of domestic abuse I’ve ever had the displeasure of learning about” Kagaya spoke with such anger and disappointment lacing his smooth elegant tone, that Obanai felt his blood being churned in pure suddenly-discovered shame. All the Hashira, behind him, was kneeled down on the grainy floor before the open building were silent, with wide eyes of disbelief at each claim presented to them. They were angry and upset to learn the truth
The other Hashira were taken back as each responded very differently. Kanroji sobbed outloud as she never suspected her beloved friend was abusive, Kocho and Tomioka stayed quiet, Tokito wasn’t paying attention so he was trialing off, Shinazugawa, Uzui and Rengoku demanded your husband get the death penalty for his treatment of you, and Himejima prayed for the death penalty to cleanse Obanai of the demons possessing him
The Master raised his hand with no verbal cues following, effectively silencing the chanting Hashira in the back, as everybody held their breath in suspense for what he’ll say; the right punishment fit for the inhumane action. “I believe I have made a decision. Based on the evidence, the fact you have pleaded guilt and described everything you’ve done in great detail, and with the condition of Iguro Dokusha herself all in consideration. I find you, Iguro Obanai, worthy of the death penalty for your crimes against another”
Kagaya remarked with a intense pain of guilt striking in his weak heart for you, the victim of one of his former children. Obanai knew that would happen, his head never leaving the floor beneath him as the Hashira in the back went wild in relief for the correct answer being called out, including your parents but you didn’t respond
Obanai had left everything he knew you’d love before you were taken by your parents in the morning, and he was taken in by his former acquaintances only a few hours later. All his money, every present he bought you and Kaburamaru whilst he burned everything else that could possibly remind you of him and his abuse, including the wedding pictures and his own ring
He would have left you his Estate so you have a home but he knew you’d have it torn down with possibly all the money he has given to you. 4 years worth of high finances from Hashira duty built up, you would be well off for a long time without him nor working to provide for yourself
Shinazugawa and Uzui hopped onto the wooden platform in a blink to pull Obanai off his knees and away from the Master as his two young daughters helped move him out of the way of the execution weapon; a old fashioned guillotine, brought in by two masked Kakushi and prepared in no time. The blade, nice and sharp and the weaved bucket read to catch a head
The two Hashira aggressively shoved Obanai into the guillotine when one of the Kakushi opened the wooden trap door and the other used the nearby rope to hoister the executional metal high enough until it bumped against it’s wooden frame peek. It was so scary to even hear the noises of the machine
Obanai’s head instinctively turned to face you, letting loose a visible smile at the sight of you healthier and more stable. Due to his bandages being removed beforehand, those thin scars highlighted his face and you could see his genuine relief as Shinazugawa and Uzui worked together to tie his hands and feet still with rope so he couldn’t move any further
Obanai is completely ready to die for you. Head locked in the guillotine hole with the wooden trapdoor shut now, and the thick sharp blade ready to drop on his bare neck. That smile was the most genuine smile you’ve ever seen from him and it broke your heart into two, more than what he did before
His beautiful heterochromatic eyes welled up with tears, his happiness was overwhelming as his death would lead to your freedom. He was happy to be the one to give you what you truly deserved as your eyes also grew glassy, locking with his and you begun protesting in the loudest voice you could manage
You didn’t want to see him die, you wanted to give him another chance as you found love in your heart for him. “Wait! Please! Don’t—“ You cried outloud with tears flowing and staining your cheeks, struggling against your mother and father but your begging went unchecked, overshadowed by the Hashira chanting for the death penalty getting louder and louder
Obanai closed his eyes with that same unchanging smile as he spoke to you, just before the blade dropped at record speed. The Master decided to let him get his final words out before making him pay for his felonies, for which, he thought he deserved to give his life for. He wanted to tell you something before he went to hell
“Dokusha… i love you and I’ll always love you…”
Splat
He’s gone... You think as you stare at his now headless corpse and the celebration roars of the Hashira are blurred out, your head fuzzing and spinning. Your hand clutched your still ringed finger and your heart cracked, his thick rosey red blood pooled in the basket and leaked through onto the wooden panes. You cried out desperately, you couldn’t believe he was gone. Your husband, Obanai is gone
Forever
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I didn’t even have any interaction with the DSMP and with you-know-who. I wasn’t around early enough for that. Still, I feel so fucking sick hearing about this, as an abuse victim but also as a fucking person. He mattered so much to our system even if he didn’t matter to me. We have so many DSMP fictives, including a fictive of his character in the DSMP, and shit’s been rough. It’s hard to hear that someone you were so attached to is a shit person, and it’s hard to realize that someone you watched to cope with abuse is a fucking abuser themself. What that man did is disgusting. He manipulated everyone. His friends, his partner, and his fans.
My last post about him was reminding people not to be dicks and to tell people that if they are being dicks to stay away from me, and I obviously still hold that view. If you claim to be standing with victims but go on to use that as an excuse to harass and threaten others who are innocent, you don’t actually stand with victims. You’re a piece of shit yourself. I genuinely feel so dizzy just making this post and reading about it, probably a combination of the entire system losing their shit and my own trauma and memories coming back to me as a flashback, so this is the last I’m going to say on this, but I wanted to make our stance on this situation abundantly fucking clear to everyone.
I want to officially state that I and the rest of my system support Shelby and all the victims who were harmed by Wilbur’s actions. I want to say it crystal fucking clearly that if you still support him, stay the fuck away from me and my system. I want nothing to fucking do with you. I don’t want to hear anything about it. Nothing you say will make me change my mind. What that man did is completely inexcusable and unforgivable. His shit “apology” doesn’t make it better.
Anyone who’s been triggered by this situation, please remember to take care of yourselves. After this, I’m taking a break from the Internet because if I don’t, I might pass out. Do whatever you need to do to make sure you’re safe and healthy. If you’re triggered by this, please stop reading about it. Block all tags related to it. Your health should come first.
-Angel
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WARNING- Abuse, cussing and Violence read on your own .
"let go of me!" Yelling loudly as you're drunk farther held your wrist in a death grip he knew you were seeing that delinquent boy Dallas, he knew all about him through the papers, and who he hung out with your dad was drunk and could barely throw a sentence together. "I said let go!" Using your other hand to push him off you forget your own strength as he stumbles in your side dresser causing the bottle he had in his hand spill to the ground.
hearing the sound of the window open you knew it was dallas, but before you could tell him to leave, and make a run for it you fell on the ground with a stung cheek, from the blow your farther gave you.
"Y/n, doll!" Dallas bolted through the window crouching down on the floor to see you balling your eyes out.
He wasn't new to abusive parents Johnny, the kid he watches over his parents were the same, Dallas blood boiled maybe he was a petty criminal and didn't care about anything but it was his partner, the person he could tell anyone too, and that was strange for him he never let anyone in but somehow you broke down the walls he had up for so long.
"you fucking shit!" Your dad yelled but Dallas was too quick when your dad tried to throw a punch he took a left ignoring it a side hook to his face and your dad was out.
"darling hey, you okay!" He ran to see you on the floor holding your red cheek. "We need to take you to the Curtis okay" he says "listen to me baby," snapping out of it you nodded "come on" he grabbed you're hand standing right next to your dad, while you were wrapped up in Dallas arms, has he glared spitting on the unconscious body
" go to hell" he says. The walk to the Curtis wasn't so far the boys were mostly all asleep beside Darry he didn't ask any questions behind helping you make the couch for you two. "Thank you" you said to Darry has he smile "get some rest okay" you nodded dropping on the crying Dallas's hated tears but he knew he had to push that away
"come here" he says opening his arms for you crawling into the small space of his chest he kissed your head.
"you're safe now baby okay, " you nodded
"mm goodnight Dally" your energy was worn out and you were tired he kissed your head
"Night beautiful your safe now,. '
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Growin' Up Wrong (Raph's Story)
Master Post, Chapter One
(Sorry that it's so short. I don't have many ideas for Raph, but felt like he deserves to get some focus too)
CHAPTER TWO: NOT TODAY
Huginn and Muninn were tasked with raising Raph, a task that they didn't mind all that much. Raph was absolutely adorable and very easy to care for.
All they had to do was give him enough food that it would keep him alive and make sure he doesn't get hurt.
Raph didn't have good motor skills. He fell down easily and struggled to get himself back up when he falls onto his back. For now, this was a good thing. It meant he couldn't easily crawl away.
He did love to chirp and trill to Huginn and Muninn, as if trying to tell them stories or tell them about something cool he came across.
Despite only being under Draxum's care for a month at most, Raph rarely would 'talk' to him. He would go silent as soon as Draxum arrived and not make any sounds until Draxum left. The three year old was very clearly already afraid of the man he would later call father.
Huginn held Raph as he flew around the area, doing something to keep him entertained. Muninn watched from a few feet away.
He took close note of how the small turtle was enjoying himself, giggling and chirping. It was a good sight to see that stopped as soon as Draxum came in to snap at Huginn to shut the child up before he made him.
Raph sniffled a little at the loud noise, but didn't cry. He had learned very quickly that crying only made things worse for him. Crying didn't get him any help or relief from whatever was happening. It was futile to even try.
Muninn had a feeling that things were going to work out just in the right away eventually. Today was just not that day.
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