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harriertail · 5 months

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The queen had suckled all [five kits] since Harepounce's death, and she looked like a ragged pelt draped over empty bones

#shoutout to the only warriors line that has stuck with me for YEARS #what a fucking horrific image #warrior cats #rainfur #goosefeathers curse #tawnyspots #oneeye #thrushpelt #speckletail #dappletail #character design #tw starving #tw hunger

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borderline-culture-is · 4 months

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bpd culture is starving yourself so your fp can worry about you when they see you and so you can feel relief that they're giving you attention instead of everyone else

#borderline culture is #actually borderline #borderline personality disorder #bpd #bpd culture is #actually bpd #bpd culture #bpd safe #bpd fp #fp #fp bpd #starv1ng #starving tw #starving cw #tw starving #cw starving

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bitchliteraria1906 · 1 month

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Hunter and Vee aren't picky with food at all and are very messy eaters due to eating too quickly. The reason being that they often didn't eat enough in the Emperor's coven, and sometimes they have trouble remembering that they're safe now, and that no one is going to take the food from them and let them starve as punishment like Belos used to.

Camila immediately picks up on this and always reassures them that it's okay, that meals with family/friends are supposed to be calming and fun, that there's no need to eat like they're fighting for survival in her house, because they're not. The fighting is over, they're safe kids with normal lives now.

Or: Camila only had to do this for Vee, and then Vee herself did this for Hunter and they bonded over the shared trauma.

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thelunarsystemwrites · 9 days

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LusterrorTale

A horrortale x underlust AU!

(Lore below cut! TW for talk of: suicide, death, sex, sexual violence, starvation, depression, addiction!)

So the idea of LusterrorTale, is after a neutral run from Frisk—Toriel and Asgire are dead, as they killed both. So Undyne immediately became queen.

So... things play out, magic in the underground starts dying. They're trying to fix to core, food starts running low as magic does-

Dead. Alphys, who was keeping the core alive... killed herself. So the core kinda just.. breaks, with only Sans knowing how to fix it.

This sent Undyne into a deep depression with her lover dead. In a fit of rage, she blamed Sans for it and you know.. shattered his skull. (She blamed him because he was helping Alphys with the core, so she believes Sans should've seen the signs.)

Now, with the core dead and magic at an all time low—In this au, there's one natural way of making magic with two monsters—Which is uh, doing the deed. It causes magic to build up.

Sooooo basically all the monsters, since they're starving for magic, all kinda go sex crazy. They become addicted to it, since they're desperate for the magic that becomes like a high.

In this AU, it focuses more on sexual violence, depression, starvation—It's a blend of Horrortale and Underlust in the fact that it combines starvation with desire. The design for Sans here was originally intended for an AU I was making with a friend, but we changed it. So I decided to give this guy his own AU!

So yeah, SA is unfortunately, very common in the underground. So is Monsters offing themselves, it's INCREDIBLY depressing. The idea is the underground has reached its lowest, where everyone is scrapping for a bit more.

...Oh yeah, the human who falls is a therapist-

HorrorTale by sour-apple studios!

Underlust by NSFWshamecave!

LusterrorTale by me!

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rockydonetale · 3 months

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Post-DoneTale Frisk...

[Trigger warning! The follow image contains: healed cuts, scars, and visible bruises. Has text that mentions mental health issues and an ED, though nothing graphic about the image itself!]

LORE AND SCRIPT BENEATH CUT!

Rocky, the hunter of monsters...

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(TW for (only mentioned!) AFRID, C-PTSD, trauma, other mental health issues, starvation, injury, illness, dying!)

SCRIPT (Which is HEAVILY edited from what's on the actual picture!)

Older Frisk: Age 15.

Always wears oversized patchwork jacket. (Though I didn't draw them wearing it for design purposes.)

Weapon of choice: Red scissors.

Omnisexual. They/Them/He. Agender.

Autistic. Dyslexic.

Wounds never fully heal, scars always remain between resets. White scars from Magic injuries. Redish scars from Physical injuries. Bruises still healing.

Personality much closer to Chara's. (Ironically it's Chara normally keeping them from genocide route.)

Outfit reflects Frisk and Chara from Undertale, and the SOULS.

Struggling with C-PTSD, ARFID, and other mental health issues.

SOUL is... missing something?

Multiverse traveler. (Each Reset, rather just dying or full reset, sends them to a new AU.)

Still reckless, but now add unsolved trauma and a hatred for Monsters.

Always cold. (Due to lack of nutrition.)

Always tired, yet rarely sleeps. (Insomnia.)

Gets ill/Sick easily.

Normally wears leggings and gloves as well.

Genuinely cruel to monsters, as in their timeline, monsters are the root to all their suffering and pain and war.... so on.

Similar to most Frisk's in the world, Chara haunts him. However, Chara is like, "Dude, chill the F out..."

Soul has returned to it's actual self, DETERMINATION. But, the middle of it is gray, due to Frisk not being... complete.

Only 4'2 due to lack of nutrition. (Wears platform boots to be taller!)

Random facts about them!

Has canonically lost the game to starvation three times.

Has a pet rock named 'Rune' (reference to Runo, even if they technically didn't meet in this timeline)

Eyes were originally green, due to eyes being known as the 'Window to the soul.' And green is the opposite of red, basically saying that Frisk was the opposite of who they thought he was...

Rocks rocks, a lot.

Hey, he might be homicidal to all monsters, but they still have a specific interest in rocks! (Geology)

All stats maxed out. (100 HP, 100 DF, 100 ATK, etc!)

Always carries a sewing kit in their jacket!

(ALL OF THIS WAS DRAWN AND MOSTLY WRITTEN BY COAUTHOR @thelunarsystemwrites!)

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darkgreenandbloodred · 2 months

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AU where Enjolras is the only one who survives and has to deal with the guilt of not dying with everyone else

Enjolras wonders why he is the only survivor. What cruel thing had he done to have to live this hell? He watches the rain fall down through the glass pane, like it had that night, just nine days ago now. The flickering candlelight casts elongated shadows across the walls, a haunting echo of the remnants of his once-vibrant comrades and friends. In his contemplation, he muses further, almost finding solace in the cruel truth that to impose his own fate upon his friends would be an act of equal, if not greater, cruelty than what he had done to them already. It seems as though, these days, his face is more often tear-stained than not. There is a pit in his stomach, and it only grows when a knock sounds on the door.

Her again. The mistress of both Joly and Bossuet.

“Enjolras?” She calls out.

“Good evening, Musichetta.” He answers, feeling like his chest is going to cave in with the weight of the guilt he feels whenever he hears her voice. Night after night, she has persistently sought to breach the walls of his solitude, her unwavering determination a testament to the depth of her grief and her concern. He doesn’t understand why she keeps coming back.

“Do you want something to eat?”

“No, thank you.” He answers the voice on the other side of the door, emotionless. He can’t let anything come to the surface lest a tidal wave take him over.

“You’ve not eaten in a week.” Musichetta informs him, voice steady but wavering. “Enjolras…”

“Go away from here,” He swallows, “I beg you.”

And so she departs once more, the sound of her footsteps sending him even further into a sea of remorse. He plans to adamantly reject even the humblest offering of food from her, because he has already stripped every other semblance of good in her life. In his grief, he clings to the pangs of starvation, for in a world devoid of hope, death offers the only respite from the relentless torment of his guilt-ridden existence. He sees it as one last act of justice.

#canon era I suppose #only tried to write it one other time and I felt dumb then too lmao #but I hope you enjoy it?????? lmao #les mis #les miserables #enjolras #les amis de l'abc #tw suicide #tw sui ideation #tw grief #tw sad #tw starving

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spotaus · 2 months

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Typing this out and putting it in the Doppletale tag before it leaves my brain:

(Lots of Doppletale!Sans lore beneath the cut! Also, it is a Horror au so please check the tags for the trigger warnings before reading too far!!!)

Pretender(Sans) used to work in the lab.

He was alive on the surface, and worked as a merchant of sorts. He hardly remembers it now due to the pain of the memories (trauma response) and all he's got is the memories of the Stars and the Sun and maybe soft green grass. Mostly, though, he remembers those foggy nights when a traveler would happen upon him and his little traveling cart of a shop. When he'd invite them in, sell them some supplies, judge them. Some left. Some didn't. Dinner was always ready for him, hunting was never a struggle.

Of course, when the attacks started, people didn't know he was one of them. Such a friendly face, how could he be one of those things? The things that killed and maimed and tricked? He surely couldn't be... but he was. He picked up shop and retreated into the mountain with a hesitant mob guiding him. One of the few monsters who was sent off with an uneasy farewell rather than screams and destruction.

He'd been one of the ones who had supplies when they were locked away. Asgore and Toriel asked him for help, and Sans wasn't about to deny anyone that help. He let his supplies be divided amongst the people, he turned his attention to a new passion with his shop decidedly out of business. Making this place livable.

Eventually he started helping a team of folks. They were trying to construct something. The CORE. The head scientist (as the team deemed him) was W.D. Gaster. Sans had heard of him, a doctor who would take the bodies of dead human patients to sell, but never had they met before now. They meshed well, as did the other monsters on the team. They were efficient, and skilled, and made the place livable. More monsters moved out, and started building. Some sense of normalcy was nice.

And Sans kept working. Gaster kept working. Even through the first fallen human. Through their death. Through a monster named Alphys joining the team. Through the many, many fallen humans that followed. Through the days when monsters started to starve and their worked turned from how to free their kind, to how to feed them.

Sans still remembers the days when Gaster would put his head in his hands and slump tiredly over his papers. When they'd have just the barest slivers of soul to study so that their people could eat. The nights when the hunger got too much for some and... accidents... started happening at the lab. He remembers when everyone agreed that Gaster needed rations the most, as their most brilliant mind, and how he took that as almost an insult. How the Lab grew more and more quiet, until one day it was just him and Alphys.

It was just the two of them for... a long time.

Long enough that Sans watched the other scientist's confidence slip. After each mistake or failed attempt she'd started to give up. Sans couldn't exactly do anything to stop her. He just stayed by her side until the hunger took over, and he had to abandon his work at the lab too because, well... the supplies had run dry. The tests were all negative. And even though they'd found an alternative to the starvation, one that Asgore had put into motion, it wasn't pretty. (<- Cannibalizing other monsters to make Monster Candy and other magic food.)

When he left the lab he moved into Snowdin. He gave up on his human disguise almost entirely. The only thing that kept him going was that, well, one day a monster came to his door on the verge of dusting. They knew that Sans was well-off somehow. That he'd been strong back in the day. And they dusted there, not even explaining why they'd left their little bundle of a young monster with him.

Sans had likely only not fallen down because of that kid. Papyrus was a baby with no name, and no one seemed to remember his parents in Snowdin. So, sans had named him. Raised him. He was no father, so Brother did just fine. Paps decided that he wanted to look like the man that Sans had pictures with around the house (Gaster) and so he did. His proportions were a bit too long, and he was a skeleton like Sans, but he was Papyrus. That was perfect.

And so Sans (Pretender) provided for them. He taught Paps. He talked to his mysterious friend through the door. He tried, and failed, to save the little human boy that reminded him so much of his old boss. He nearly gave up. And then another human soul came along. The very last who would move through the underground, at least if they had anything to say about it.

This Final Human met Pretender (Sans) with so much fear, but still met him. Through the power of a promise, a sheer stubborn will, and a judgement proven right, he watched this human traverse the underground. He harbored her for many months (years? It was easy to lose track of time) and it felt like treason. At first. A betrayal of his role as Judge. And yet each day grew easier. He stopped watching with rigid focus, trying not to let himself lash out, and instead started watching her with apprehension, fearing that every monster she passed might hurt her.

Sometimes, more often than he'd admit, an intrusive thought would slip through. A moment of weakness where his mind would conjure her gruesome death before his eyes, and a ripping pain of guilt in his chest. But he'd blink, and shake it off, and remember to breathe because she was still alive and okay. And every single day he'd be amazed at her audacity. Her commitment. And once he noticed, he'd again be afraid for her. Her soul forcing her to react, a thing he'd only ever seen years ago on the surface, a thing he'd forgotten about and had never cared to study.

To him, once upon a time, humans were nothing more than livestock. Clever livestock, sure, but to him sparing some had been little less than a farmer sparing his favorite cow from slaughter another day. This was different. Being so long without a soul who failed his judgement, he couldn't imagine thinking about things the way he once had. Which was bad. His people were starving. And yet the human's death wouldn't feed them all, and somehow she just kept convincing more and more people that she could help. That they didn't need to eat her. She was insane, and wonderful, and had changed his mind more easily than a hot knife through butter.

Whether that was his nature or her conviction, he didn't care to debate.

#utmv sans #doppletale #pretender!sans #kale e #dopple!kindness #dopple!perseverance #dopple!alphys #dopple!gaster #dopple!paps #tw cannibalism #cannibalism tw #tw death #tw horror #tw body horror #tw starving #i think I got it all?#I know if I don't someone's got my back 👍#i love Horror aus and hate them too because Boy do I not know how to tag #also insight into Pretender's motives??? pog #he was always a People Pleaser and gave up pretty much everything for his people #hired by Asgore as judge and worked with Gaster #and yet he still couldn't accomplish much so of course he gave up Hope #ALSO #this timeline doesn't have Gaster scattered into the void or anything #one day he grew too distraught at the sight of his team falling apart and stopped eating. ended up overworking himself #so Pretender and Alphys and Asgore still remember him well and have photos and stuff #and Gaster had a human form but tended to easily swap between Monster and Human #hense why Paps decided to take up Gaster's stature but be more Skeleton in composition (Sans had decided a Skeleton was a good monster shape #at the time to seperate himself from his human form)#anyways idk if anyone is gonna see this but I had manic energy and had to see this one through 🙏

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azudarlings · 1 year

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Leona looks into a mirror one day, and realizes he doesn’t recognize himself. He’s grown, at some point. His hair is longer, mussed from sleep and him not being bothered to comb it. There used to be something bright in his eyes, a light, he thinks. Leona has one picture from when he was young; he stares at it absentmindedly. He’d looked happy, for some reason or the other, clinging to Farena as he sat on top of his brother’s shoulders. When he looks back into the mirror, he can’t find a single part of that child in his dull eyes, or the dark circles under them. Leona just looks exhausted, like everything had finally been drained out of him. Like he’s just waiting to finally drop dead and put himself out of his misery.

Which wasn’t exactly wrong. He can’t remember the last time he’s felt something, other than oppressively numb. He can’t remember the last time he’s properly focused on something, the time and days slipping by like sand through his fingers.

Leona’s too tired to mind it, too tired to let the anxiety and warning signs register. He ignores the way his ribs poke almost prominently through his skin, trails his fingers over them and still muster the energy to eat.

Leona used to have grand dreams about dying, about going out with something to be remembered by. He rots away in some house in the middle of nowhere, now. His family doesn’t know where he is, and they can’t force him to eat or sleep or live anymore. Maybe if he had more energy, he could miss them. Could feel anything other than the static buzzing in his ears, the weight on his limbs when he tried to move.

He used to wonder if anyone would notice if he died, when he was back in that stupid school. It’s almost funny to him, now.

Dying alone and unloved in the middle of nowhere. How fitting for the despised second-born. Leona can’t bring himself to feel spiteful, or angry. Not anymore. It was useless, deluding himself into thinking it would change anything. At least, he can die on his own terms now.

He knows resources wouldn’t be wasted on his funeral anyway. No point on mourning a prince that was commonly hated anyway. Maybe Farena would cry. Hah. As if.

Farena was better off feeling grateful his burden of a little brother dropped dead. Leona’s sure his parents will feel that way. “You’ll die with all the people who loved you surrounding you,” They once told him, and for once, they were right.

It’s fitting, Leona tells himself again.

(reblogs preferred over likes <3)

#yay leona angst 🤩#not the most energetic song known to man BLARING once i finished writing this #like RIGHT after #scared the shit out of me😭#leona kingscholar #twst angst #tw death #tw starving #twst #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #leona kingscholar angst #savanaclaw

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the-sidekick-club · 11 months

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Caught In The Storm

Origins: Kim - Part I

Written by: @heroes-villains-side-blog★@tratieisdabest★@just-a-space-rabbit

TW: Theft, Starving, Freezing, Implied child abuse

Part 1 : Part 2

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Theft and Snow

“Well, folks!” said the meteorologist over the radio. “It’s 18:00 on the 15th of April, and it seems like the snowstorm that we’ve been expecting is just about to kick up. The mayor encourages everyone to stay home, and only travel out unless absolutely necessary. It is currently -17 degrees Fahrenheit (-8.33 degrees Celsius), and it’s expected to drop even lower tomorrow –”

The radio fades out as Lukas exits the small shop, two grocery bags in each hand. He shivered as the bitter cold hit him, immediately wanting to do nothing else than to get back to his base as fast as possible. He shot a quick glance down the icy street, the weather was getting so bad that even the usually colorful stores now looked gray and gloomy.

It had been almost five and a half years since he had been expelled from Mirmir Waters University and kicked out by his parents. So he left the country to start his life anew.

Currently, he was living in the city of Boreas and working as a small-time villain but, for the most part, he made and sold machines to local supervillain Lynx. However, he was slowly starting making a name for himself with his own crimes.

But now, it was the middle of winter, so all villains had slowed down crimes for the year, sending the city into an almost standstill as everyone bunkered down and made plans for spring.

Well, almost all…

As he waited for the green light at the busy crosswalk, he was startled by a sudden “GET BACK HERE, CRIMINAL!” from a loud, harsh voice, just as something small flew past him. Immediately, Lukas turned to see who had yelled, only to be pushed aside by one of the local heroes.

Catching himself before he fell over, his eyes shot towards the hero, who was in a mad dash after whatever that thing was that passed him. A smart part of his brain told him to leave it be, that it was late and cold, and to just go home and relax.

But then there was just that little voice in the back, nagging him. Part curiosity, part worry…

‘Who was that? And what on Aiga did they do to get a superhero that mad?’

‘NO! Don’t think about it! It’s not your problem!’

He tried to focus on moving forward, but even as the light turned green, he remained still. But this didn't last long, and he soon muttered “Damn it!” and jumped into a nearby shadow, much to the fear of those around him. He moved quickly in the darkness, teleporting through it, and he didn't have to move far before he found them.

He saw them both running down the alleyway not far from the crosswalk. It was remarkable how fast the small person was, but, from within the shadows, he could see that they were close to being cornered by another hero coming from the other direction.

‘What did you do to get two of them after you?’ Lukas thought as he sped up. ‘If I can just get there fast enough’ he thought as he began closing in on the person.

Then, in a split second, just as the person crossed into one of the many shadows in the alley, he grabbed them.

“Gotcha!” he said in a cheeky voice, as the person tried to scream after the sudden fall, but finding themselves unable to do so in this strange void they were now in.

“But… you’re… you're just a kid?” Lukas said in shock at the little figure that was staring wide-eyed back at him.

…

“So, they chased you for this?” Lukas asked, almost enraged, as he held the small sandwich that the kid had stolen from a nearby gas station. “How dare they? Calling themselves heroes and then chasing a child like that!”

It had not taken long for the heroes to give up the chase and continue on with their patrol. So he and the kid moved somewhere safer before getting out of the shadow. As he saw the fear in the kid's face, he quickly softened up. “Sorry… I didn't mean to yell, I don’t like it when heroes act like that. Are you hurt?”

The small child, still a bit startled from the shock trip into the shadow, was sitting on some abandoned boxes, and seemed to shrink down even more, before finally nodding.

“Where?” he asked.

“Everything hurts…” they whispered. He couldn't blame them for the vague answer; they looked miserable and in pain, just so small and thin. ‘How did they even manage to outrun two heroes, much less survive this far into the winter?’ He wondered as he took off his jacket and gently wrapped it around the child’s thin shoulders.

“Kid. We’re at the start of a snowstorm, why are you out here alone?” He did not have time for this, but something in him just wanted to get to the bottom of it.

“WHY DO YOU CARE?” the kid suddenly yelled defensively, more desperate than angry.

“I just need to know whether it’s better to give you back to the heroes or not,” Lukas answered firmly. “You're a kid, and it’s a blizzard. So, I’m sorry, but I’m not just going to let you go like that.”

He looked at them, shivering from… fear? Anger? Cold? He struggled to tell.

Taking a deep breath, he continued more softly, “Why were you out here stealing food?”

The kid looked away, and refused to meet his eyes before answering, “Not like I had a choice…” Lukas’s stomach dropped as he said the same thing the first time he had to steal food. “I ran out of money, it’s been two days since I last ate, what else could I do?”

“Why not go to the police for help?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

“Can’t… They'll send me back to my parents, I don’t want to go back to them! I WON’T GO BACK!” the kid yelled at the brink of tears.

“Okay, okay! Please calm down,” Lukas said, trying to make sure the kid did not do something irrational. “Listen, I won't take you to the police, or the heroes.” Clearly there was a lot going on here that neither had the time to delve into.

But there were some things he wanted to know.

“You’re not local, are you? I can hear it in your accent. Now, I’m not a cop, I don’t need to know why you ran away and from where. But at least tell me, how old are you? And how long have you been on the streets?”

The kid stared at the ground for a few moments. After some time, they said, “I’m 12… and I ran away 3 months ago.”

“Alright…” Lukas said more to himself than to them. “Well, you can stay with me for a while, at least till the storm is over.”

“What? Why?” the kid said, confused. But they were simply met with Lukas picking up the child in his arms. The kid shrank back defensively at first, then quickly realized what the villain was attempting to do. They were hesitant… but eventually relaxed and gave in, now comfortably seated on the villain’s arms.

As Lukas picked them up, he replied to himself internally, ‘NOT BECAUSE I RELATE TO YOU OR ANYTHING!’

But on the outside, he simply replied, “Consider it a favor, from one villain to another. But first, please tell me, what is your name, little villain?”

The kid eyed him strangely, seemingly not too fond of being called a villain. “My parents gave me a name, but I don’t like it or them… So I use Kim now…”

“Well, then, Kim it is. Hello, Kim. My name is Lukas.”

Shower and Sleep

“It’s not that grand.” Lukas said as the two appeared out of the hidden entrance and into the small but warm hideout. “But it’s home.”

It was homely indeed, Kim thought as they felt their cheeks reddening from the warmth finally returned to their body. It certainly didn't feel like it had been built inside an old abandoned warehouse.

They were standing in the living room, which was small and cozy but slightly messy. With a mix of old furniture and lots of books, all of which had clearly been placed out strategically to maximize the small space that Lukas had to work with.

“Why don’t you sit down on the sofa? I’ll get you some spare clothing and get the hot water ready for you. Then, while you take a shower, I’ll make us some soup.”

Kim only nodded, as they still felt strange about being in the lair of a villain.

Then again, ‘At least he didn't let the heroes take me. I can’t go back there!’ they thought as they sat down on the comfy sofa.

They began to doze off almost immediately, and they may have fallen fully asleep if Lukas had not returned after a few minutes.

“Here, I don’t have anything your size, but I got you one of my old college jumpers and t-shirts, and some sweatpants.” Kim took the comfy, but large, clothing in their hand, just lost for words. “The shower is just to the right of that door,” Lukas said as he went to the kitchen, not even giving Kim time to thank him.

It was a tiny hall, and a tiny bathroom, but wow, the hot water felt so amazing that Kim lost track of time. After the shower, and soup that they ate in silence, Lukas brought out a blanket and pillow. “Sorry, I don’t have a spare bed at the moment. Will the sofa do?”

“Thank you,” was all that Kim was able to say as they battled the sleepiness, and Lukas fully understood. There were no more words needed tonight.

…

Kim seemed to have fallen asleep before their head even hit the pillow. Once he was sure they were asleep, Lukas went to his office, and called up his friend who was a local healer. With how thin Kim was and if it was true that they had not eaten for over two days, he wanted to make sure they got medical attention right away.

His friend agreed to meet him the next day, once the plow clears the roads in the morning. Reassured, he began planning, grabbing a pen and some sticky notes.

“Okay. Now the kid can’t keep sleeping on the sofa,” he mumbled to himself as he began noting down the plan for tomorrow, “it’s not good for them. So, I’m going to have to clean out the extra room and get a bed. Should also get them some proper clothing as it’s cold. I need more food and snacks… maybe get them some toys? Do 12-year-olds still like toys? Well, maybe they like some games? Hm… yeah, I’ll get those too – not that I’m planning to let them stay here long-term or anything… ” He lied to himself.

…

The next day was filled with stress and worry. Lukas had planned to go out and buy some extra essentials and start cleaning out the spare room. But Kim had woken up with a bad fever so, instead, he was now worryingly doing everything he could to keep the fever down as he waited for his friend to show up.

Finally, at 14:30, he got a notification that someone was at the lair’s hidden entrance.

“Sorry for not being able to come earlier. It seems the blizzard is getting really bad out there,” Emma said as she dropped several bags into Lukas’s hand unprompted. “My husband went out and got some extra supplies and clothes that I hope will fit them,” she continued, while she also dumped her scarf and overcoat right on top of Lukas’ unwaiting arms.

“Emma, you didn't have to do that!” Lukas said. His friend was often kind, so he shouldn't have been surprised, but maybe he just wasn't used to truly nice people quite yet.

But Emma just saw the little body that was half asleep on the sofa and started side-whispering. “Theodore and a friend will bring over one of my kids' old beds and some toys once the storm is over, since we’re moving next month we don’t need to take them with us. Hope you can make room for one by then.”

Lukas stared in amazement at the generosity. Emma motioned questioningly towards the sofa, and Lukas nodded.

She walked up to the little child bundled in a thick blanket. “Hi, there, little one,” she said softly as Kim slowly opened their eyes. “What’s your name?”

“Kim…” they answered in a hoarse whisper.

“Well, Kim, my name is Emma. I’m a friend of Lukas’s.”

Kim only gave a small nod in response.

Satisfied, she continued. “I’m also a healer, so why don’t you just keep laying still, so I can examine you?” she said in a comforting tone. Another small nod gave her the assurance she was looking for. “Okay, then. Don’t worry, it won't take too long…”

…

“You didn’t lie about their condition, poor kid.” Emma said as Lukas handed her a soda bottle.

After healing everything that could be healed, Kim had fallen asleep again. And, although their fever was going down, their condition was still bad. “Underweight, malnourished — they even had a few broken bones! Who did this to them?”

“I don’t know… they said that they have been on the street for 3 months, maybe some scum of a villain?”

“Some of those injuries were way older. There were even scars, Luke. No kid should have gone through anything like that. You don’t think they’re –”

“— can’t be,” Lukas cut her off. “Kim is only 12. There are no hero agencies that would let a 12-year-old fight.” Lukas wanted to believe what he said, but he was not fully convinced by his own argument. He had read far too many news stories about heroes and hero sidekicks who quit or went missing from Nizorro's hero agency and others across the world. Those horrible stories, sending out 15-year-olds (or even younger!) to fight crime… If they didn’t quit or go missing, then the injuries and trauma usually stopped them. How anyone could see it as justified, as good and "right", was beyond him.

The two fell silent for a moment. Emma finally asked what was weighing on both their shoulders. “So… what are we going to do?”

“I’m not giving them back,” Lukas replied after a moment. “Not until I fully know who they are, why they were on the streets, and what can be done to keep them safe so this doesn’t happen again.”

“You can’t just keep the kid here!” Emma almost shouted. “Even if you’re doing it to help them! Yes, I don't want them to go back to their parents if they did this. But it’s still illegal for you to keep them here if you know they’re a runaway!”

“Yeah, it’s illegal, but I’m a villain following my own morals,” he smirked. “So, as long as Kim wants to stay, I’ll let them.”

Emma could not really say anything back at that. Not that she wanted to, anyway. In the end, she just laughed.

“What are you laughing at?”

“Sorry, I just can’t remember seeing you all soft before,” she said amused.

Lukas gawked… then his voice went up a few octaves when he retorted all flustered, "I AM NOT SOFT!”

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#hero x villain community #heroes and villains #villain #young villain #found family #the-sidekick-club #kim #Lukas #Emma #Origins #the sidekick club #TW theft #TW Starving #TW Freezing #TW Implied child abuse #snippet

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flagsandtags · 6 days

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do you have a term for an alter who formed due to the trauma of starving/not having enough to eat?

Sorry, I'm not sure I feel comfy making hyper specific alter orgins like that

#cw starving #tw starving #starving mention #disordered eating cw

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the-dyke-of-handsomeness · 6 months

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I didnt cry when my fucking bird died.

I didn’t cry when I was bullied relentlessly to the point of suicidal ideation.

I didn’t cry when the older kids at school looked at me weird because I had my O.T with me.

I didn’t cry when I fucking almost starved myself to death for literally no reason.

but Jeremy.

fucking Jeremy.

Fucking Jeremy and his stupid fucking face and his stupid fucking lies and his stupid fucking existence.

Fucking Jeremy and his false hope that was so comforting to me.

Jeremy and his stupid fucking posts teasing me, comforting me, giving me hope.

just to wash it all down the fucking drain.

I am genuinely crushed.

I have cried genuine tears over this, in fact I almost had a meltdown over it.

I fucking hate Jeremy.

#thanks jeremy #mcr #tw ed #tw eating issues #Tw starving #tw starvation #tw suicidal ideation #Tw suicide #tw suicide mention #my chemical fucking romance

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blindlyadored · 12 days

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i literally did nawt eat ALL DAY !!! TO SAVE ROOM FOR THE RAVIOLI W VODKA SAUCE MY MOM PROMISED 2 MAKE ME TODAY BC THAT SHIT MAKES ME HELLA FULL !!! THAT SHIT'S ONE OF MY COMFORT FOODS !!!

WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN I HAVE TO EAT CHICKEN AND YELLOW RICE NOW ??? DID THAT SHIT ALL 4 NOTHING SMFH !!!

#LIKE CHICKEN N RICE MY DAD MAKES IS GOOD BUT . YOU BREAKING PROMISES !!! i'm not eating this shit smfh i'm probably gonna go to bed later #for those who're gonna beg me to eat 2day ; only ate chips as of now but my mom bought those bacon egg potato n cheese breakfast bowls 4 me #so i might actually eat one of those #𓊈⠀✙⠀𓊉 posts #tw starving #starving tw #cw starving #starving cw

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picavecalyx · 5 months

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--like fun things to think about because silva made no sense when she was a child: silva not only slept for the first two weeks of her life. but she didn't eat either. the first time silva ate was when after she was abandoned. she either refused to eat, or wasn't fed. it didn't seem like she had any negative effects either, not to mention how little silva eats anyway, she barely eats enough for anyone to survive, yet somehow she thrives perfectly fine.

#study.#verse. pokemon.#ask to tag #tw starving

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happyshippingnoises · 1 year

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i want to hear those kokichi headcanons :0 my interest is piqued

Omg 😭😭😭 perfect time to rant...

Fanart and headcanons under the cut 💜

So, I like to think he grew up being MADE into pretending. His mother being a prime example, lying to her husband. They both sucked, and I like to believe Kokichi was malnourished and ignored AF. His father was frequently absent, and his mother frequently went out.

But to keep a fine image, his father made sure his emotions never came out and his mother's fake stories influenced it.

Hes still a cute lil boy, though.

In high school, he kind of hits an awkward phase because his parents become more controlling now that he's older.

That's kind of where he becomes rebellious, finding foliage in a circus.

He doesn't know who he is, and lies about his past. Eventually he runs away and joins them, helping out the dying circus. Once he finds out the cruelty they faced, he becomes the leader and it turns into a prank organization. To get money, and to have the fun he wasn't allowed.

Eventually they took in members who were orphans, homeless, etc.

There's also some small things. Like how middle school kokichi would brush his curly hair out, not wanting to be like his mom. But ofc, ingame Kokichi was kind of the last thing he wanted.

He actually dyed his highlights for Danganronpa after a few of his members suggested it, and he got an earful out of his father. That's when he decided to let his hair be its own thing, not all tidy and neat like his mother. And he started to change more about his experience and found himself.

Getting piercings, painting his nails, coloring his stripes black into checkered, like a chess peice. (Influenced by his father's games to make money)

And then IF, he ever does survive, I like to think he becomes more laid back with his lies and schemes. Of course still childlike but toned down, kind of tired of all the bullshit he dealt with.

He actually learned a lot of tricks from seeing his father drag him to casinos when he had custody, and caught onto his slight of the hand tricks.

In actuality, Kokichi doesn't know much about his past. He knows his goal to take over the world that screwed him over. But due to his own parents lying and mistreat, he never really knew if they were his real family or not. He also grew up covering his neck, so a lot of the time it's kind of his armor.

That's also why he doesn't want to be forgotten. To make a scene, never forget like he forgot himself.

Also, small Kokichi does not look good during photos. The one I drew was the only exception

#kokichi headcanons #kokichi ouma #drv3 kokichi #danganronpa kokichi #kokichi #danganronpa ouma #danganronpa headcanons #danganronpa #danganronpa fanart #danganronpa v3 #drv3 #drv3 killing harmony #tw abuse #tw starving

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heaven-helpus · 27 days

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can my mom stop making jokes abt starving herself or wanting me to starve myself

#pwetty pwease #tw starving #tw ed

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rockydonetale · 3 months

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Uhh so I'm dying-

(TW mentions of death and eating disorders!)

yeah this isnt a joke, im actually dying. Not rocky, my character,

Me, Maverick, the creator, im dying.

so uhh these past few days I havent posted anything because of that, im not going to explain too much, but basically ive struggled with anorexia for... six years now? i want to get better,

but yeah, i havent gotten better... these past few weeks especially have been hard on me, my hairs falling out and ive woken up sick everyday, fevers are to much to handle, i get headaches, I'm never hungry anymore...

so yeah! if i just, dissappear for good? That's why! Uh, kiyo and lunar can have DoneTake if that happens.

But I hope it doesn't, I'll try posting more, try eating more, all that good stuff

Love y'all

#tw eating issues #tw mental illness #tw death #tw depressing stuff #Tw dying #tw ana rant #ed mention #tw disordered eating #tw starving #vent #Tw vent #tw recovery #Tw #ana trigger #disordered eating thoughts #Tell me if I need to add tags!!

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