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hmshermitcraft · 8 months

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Glimmergroves nobility and royalty is especially strict with the structure and dynamic, as they are the oldest kingdom and have a lot of beta and alphas(so lots of bias) and so their omega laws arent as good as...literally every other empire(the sanctuary has the best btw)

This is mainly due to the nobles of glimmergrove keeping the laws in limbo through bribery or arguments, etc. A lot of the laws in limbo have passed since Katherine inherited the throne. But also she's spent all her time around nobles and their ideals and has been traumatized/influenced by them. So she's hesitant on others unintentionally....until shelbys comes along and she starts to unlearn everything she was, wrongly, taught. And it starts from their frost meeting

the argument went a bit like this: most omegas come in for collars you know- are you sure enough only want the hat?, .....I'm sorry- what?, well most omegas usually have someone special when they come in here and so order collars- or have a mark you don't got either, so?, nothing just a bit odd, you do realize what you just implied right?, hm?, not all omegas have a partner you shouldn't assume they do- and even if they do they shouldn't have to buy a collar they don't belong to whoever their dating, I- I know I didn't mean it like that-, yeah well it sure as hell sounds like it., I- I'm sorry, I didn't think-, yeah a lot of people dont...., ....sorry...., just don't do it again.

That was how Katherine learned that unlike what other alphas taught her, omegas do not think of the collar as a gift. But as an insult, like they are below everyone else. And most of the classes below nobles and royalty know this- it's why when Alpha and omega couples come into her shop(the oens who live here) seem awkward, the alpha seeming guilty and the omega seeming nervouse. She always just thought it was because she didn't have enough varieties of collars or they had a fight before coming in(gg has the ancient and biased law that omages gotta wear a collar or bite mark to show their not single so they dont 'tempt other alphas' katherine realizes how biased it is now)

So now if she doesn't understand what a law for omegas means or thinks it's weird she'll get shelbys opinion on what exactly it'd mean for omegas.....to her suprise these laws have been passed in every empire, that's in the are aka the main other 11 minus s+k, except hers which makes her feel angry and sick/guilty. Shelby reassures her by saying shes doing more then any previouse ruler of her land and how its 'better late then never right?'(It also makes so much more sense now as to why so many omegas moved out of glimmergrove)

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She still faces a lot of resistance, treading a thin line between change and fighting against the nobles. That's before her own life experience even gets involved. She refuses to be like her parents, though. Everybody should feel welcomed in Glimmergrove. (Katherine wants Shelby to feel welcome here, in her home.) She knows how it feels to be ostracized for something out of your control.

She does what she can to form relationships between communities. People are understandably reluctant to meet with her. Shelby must see something in her, because she often helps Katherine get her foot in the door. Katherine doesn't think she'd have been able to meet Sausage without her help (his expertise was incredibly valuable. And to her surprise, she didn't even think to ask what his designation is!)

Things are going well, and Katherine begins drafting up more powerful laws to protect the omegas within Glimmergrove - ensuring they have the same right as any beta or alpha to exist as their own person. She's already noticed the bristling in court, but she's an alpha for a damn reason. How is it fair that omegas aren't even allowed in these discussions about the laws and leadership of their kingdom? Laws that affect them, especially!

Money and power, it turns out, talks.

Katherine can barely get a word in as one of the oldest council members argues that she is a curse upon the kingdom, just as was foreseen at her birth. They say her corruption will tear the kingdom apart. They've lived in comfortable stability for centuries, they cannot let the cursed princess shake the foundations of their peace.

In a room of threatened, powerful betas and alphas with a whole lot to lose, Katherine is alone. Her counter arguments are ignored, because of course they would be. For all their fancy words about peace and stability, she knows they mean 'power'. She wants to cry that if their stability is built on injustice then it deserves to fall, but she doubts that will win her any favours.

The first assassination attempt is only a few days later, clearly discontent with the long process of stripping her political power formally. Katherine is lucky it was one of the nights Shelby was visiting. Her visits are in secret, especially considering the current situation. But it meant the would-be assassin wasn't expecting her.

When they step outside the room, all of Katherine's guards are gone. Not dead, no. But not a single one is at their post. They've stuck a target on her back and cleared the way to it as well.

Shelby squeezes her hand tightly. Katherine grits her teeth and squeezes back.

#empiresshipping #ask #shubble tag #katherine tag #shubrine #thesupernaturalhouse #🐺 anon #mod 🎀#omegaverse #a/b/o dynamics #violence tw #unhealthy relationship tw

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vampslxsher · 2 days

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I've come to like drawing them side by side. Hearts sibling dynamic ramble below.

Depending on who's the 1st and 2nd child their relationship stays pretty much the same with certain tweaks. Reid is prioritized no matter what and Red is left to her own devices after a certain age.

Reid is the golden child, the one she expects the upmost obedience out of. He's basically raised as a trophy son, something pretty to look at in her presence. Red is defiant by nature so she tended to be ignored as long as it wasn't getting in the Queen's way. She was allowed to do as she pleased.

This created tension between two as it's not fair on either sides. Even if the hyper attention to Reid and the neglect of Red is negative. They tend to fight a lot whether verbal or semi physical. At times they'll feel sorry- both never asked to be put in this family anyway. It's not their fault. Despite their differences they will help each other out on the occasion.

Reid takes the brunt of the Queen's rage so whatever mischief Red has gotten up to he'll bar Red from the consequences. On the flip side, Red will fix or hide anything Reid has accidentally ruined, usually pertaining to his clothes. However, most times they'll let the other take the fall. If you ever meet them in the same room their contempt is very clear. They normally ignore each other.

#tw for parental abuse and unhealthy sibling dynamics #this is based off how i have reid and the queen developed and obvsly not the movie since it aint out yet #disney descendants #descendants rise of red #my ocs #my art

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mad-hunts · 8 days

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so... y'all know what day it is, and thus, i believe it's time for me to make my daily contribution to sinday. which is that barton is indeed a representative of the ' love as consumption ' trope and literally feels like he wants to crawl into his partners skin whenever he's in love with someone because even being SUPER close to them is not close enough for him. and i'm just going to leave that sort of... interesting, as well as morbid statement with y'all to do with as you please

#ANGERS HELPED ME STAY ALIVE: headcanons.#YOUR NEED GREW TEETH: character study.#OF MONSTERS AND MEN: musings.#ooc post.#yeahhh so... whenever barton is in love with someone he's not just obsessed with them.#he desires them on a carnal™ level as the poets used to say / j LOL #no but really. one part of him may or may not have a PRETTY unhealthy view of love as he associates it with feeling the need to-#completely devour someone.#love as consumption.#tw: possible allusions to codependency.#tw: mentions of a rather unhealthy romantic relationship dynamic.

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cnaaawd · 1 year

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day 7 and 8 of hsapril! terezi and vriska being the heqlthiest lesbians 🎉

#hsapril23 #grosshock #homestuck #terezi pyrope #vriska serket #tw #cw #smoking #cigarettes #burns #cig burns #toxic relationship #unhealthy dynamic #nudity

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snakesinsocks2005 · 2 years

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Hey what if i stuck two crazy murderers together. Do you think they get along

(Song lyrics from Barbie and Ken by scene queen)

#fun doodle of a what if thing #oc tag #amelia #blueycapsules william #nah but fr if these two ever met they would form the most unhealthy dynamic ever #my art #tw swearing

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ashintheairlikesnow · 2 years

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I have a question! I have a question! 🥺👉👈

Would you ever be open to write a "hunting" piece from Mishas perspective? It would be very interesting to see/know/read what is going on inside his head. The itch and never ending desire to hurt/kill and satisfaction that comes but eventually never stays for too long. Would he let you inside his head for such a piece?

CW: Killer POV, serial killer, some brief references to eye and tooth whump daydreams, murder, some seriously unhealthy family dynamics, jesus

It's not that he means to... not exactly.

It's not his fault.

It's only that, after a while, his schoolday distraction becomes scribbled doodles of terrified faces, circles with big circle eyes and mouths and red blood in gashes over their foreheads, their faces, drooling from the black hole of a mouth. Sometimes other people see him drawing and laugh, or look uneasy, or stop looking at him at all. He doesn't try to think about it, he really doesn't. It's just... a few months go by, and then, hunched in his seat ignoring the math teacher who ignores him in return, he starts thinking about the bones under everyone's skin.

He chews on the ends of pens until they're pockmarked from his teeth and the ink threatens to spill all over the desk... and he can see all their skulls, collarbones, ribcages splayed open like his mother's thick arms welcoming him home from summer vacation with family near Moscow.

He thinks about arms.

Alicia Wyatt, in the front row to the left by the window - she'd have delicate tissue linking thin, graceful humerus to radius and ulna. She'd shed skin like a snake if he slipped the knife between the layers just right. But her parents are overprotective... they'd see she didn't come home on time right away.

No good. Couldn't be her.

Ben Pillman, in homeroom? His parents don't give a fuck about him. He's got the best voice in chorus, and a pretty smile and perfect teeth. He'd scream louder than anyone else. He's got nice hair, too. Scalp him and see how good looking they think he is, then. The girl Misha asked to Homecoming last year said she wasn't going to go, and then she went anyway with Ben Pillman, who told Misha later in the bathroom that he had no idea she'd been asked by anyone else, and that he was sorry that she'd lied to Misha. He'd given Misha a hug, and told him that he didn't really like April anyway.

No, can't do it to him. He's been nice, when he didn't have to be. He waves at Misha in the hallway sometimes, even now, a year later. He still waves, says hello.

Misha remembers to say hi back most of the time.

Artyom is always saying that he should be nicer to people, if they're nice to him. Tyoma, quiet and feline and dark, has girls who watch him everywhere he goes - and one of Misha's friends, John B., watches him, too. He probably comes over just to stare at Artyom when he goes through the room, hoping to catch a glimpse of his shirt riding up when he yawns and stretches his arms overhead.

Misha doesn't mind. John B. isn't really his friend, anyway. Just someone easier to keep around than the others. John likes to watch him play video games, and he never asks to have a turn himself. Misha can forget he's even there until dinner time, and then his mother tells him it's so nice to see he has friends, asks John B. to stay which he always does.

Tyoma knows that he doesn't care about John B., but he never says anything. He doesn't mind either, isn't bothered by John B. having a crush on him. No, Tyoma just watches Misha, dark eyes locked on him, waiting.

Waiting to see it build in him until he might explode, there's so much pressure beneath the surface of his skin.

But no. Can't be Ben Pillman, or John B., or Alicia Wyatt.

Not anyone at school, not even Yolanda Martin, who eats fruit loops for breakfast, crunching handfuls straight out of a ziploc bag in the cafeteria during the free time between arriving and everyone heading for their first class of the day. She chews with her mouth open. It's disgusting and Misha thinks sometimes about popping out all her teeth one by one by one by one.

She would fight and curse and spit, she wouldn't scream at all. And her blood would be thick, sludge from lack of hydration. She only drinks Mountain Dew, even early, before homeroom.

Artyom won't let him think too long about anyone he actually knows. He'll elbow Misha if he's looking too long at Yolanda while she eats, whisper Khvatit pyalit'sya, choknutaya - quit staring, stalker. People he knows are too suspicious, there are too many connections between them for some asshole police officer to play with, turn into a case.

The thing is, it doesn't matter if he wants to or not, it... it builds.

He tells his brother the feeling is like having an itch entirely inside his brain. It begins as a heavy, weighted boredom, and unsettled certainty that nothing important will ever happen again. Video games stop being fun to play. His music even means nothing to him, is just noise. He taps his pencil in class until his teachers snap at him to stop, he pays no attention. The words shift and move when he tries to read, they reform into nothing.

Misha saw a movie once, a horror movie, in theaters. In it the killer heard a voice telling him what to do. Misha never hears a voice, or sees hallucinations. He just gets... bored.

And the boredom grows, day by day, until he can't stand it any longer. He starts to see the veins in his father's heart bursting with fear as his younger son strangles him, his mother's tears if he aimed a gun. It starts to weigh heavier and heavier within his mind, the cycling thoughts that can't be shaken.

The cashier at the coffee shop? He sees her head rolling away from her body. The clerk at the gas station who laughs at Tyoma's terrible jokes? He could chop the guy's hands off one by one. It gets worse and worse, and there's only one way to cure the itch.

He sneaks out a lot, after dark - taking Tyoma with him usually, the two of them clutching bottles of cheap vodka an older guy buys them from a corner store for five bucks over the purchase price, heading out into the woods on quiet feet.

"Don't do it," Tyoma will whisper, sometimes in English, sometimes not. Misha ignores him.

Misha always ignores him.

Tyoma comes along with him anyway.

"Misha, please don't-"

"We're just drinking, Tyoma, relax." But they both know there's more to it than that, that they are buying time. That Tyoma is buying him some time. Tyoma never argues, though. He just nods - he knows it's his job to take care of Misha, who is smaller and used to be sickly and everyone's sort of never noticed that he really isn't sickly anymore.

He's always taken care of Misha, he's always been there to help him with everything he needs. Family comes first, always, and they are each other's family more than anyone else is. Tyoma is his brother, his alone, and he never denies Misha anything in the end.

Sometimes, Tyoma asks him to stay in the woods, in their secret place. They store the bottles of vodka in a cooler they keep in a hole they dug in the ground under a bush, sit on a mattress they know other people use for grosser reasons, pull the bottles out to take swigs that burn down their throat and giggle and talk about girls and movies and whatever else.

It helps... for a while.

A month, maybe.

Two months... three.

Then it doesn't.

Then, even sitting with Tyoma, Misha will grow silent and sullen and stare off into the darkness of the night around him, listening to the scratching and rustling of the underbrush and the wind through the woods.

The only time he is afraid of himself is when he starts dreaming about Tyoma, too.

With the inside of his head a heavy place, he feels chilled when he starts to think about how his older brother would look with his face cut down from those sharp-edged cheekbones, hands around his neck. He thinks about pushing Tyoma into a fire, how it would feel to have a body thrash wildly against his in a desperate effort to stay alive. He dreams about wiping him clean of fingerprints, of proof, about lying to his mother and his father, burying him in their secret place in the woods and coming to drink with his corpse.

He dreams about carrying Tyoma inside of him, being the last one to see him alive.

That's when he knows he can't wait any longer.

That's when he walks the side of the road with his thumb out and his duffel bag on one shoulder, or stalks bars at closing time, or just walks through the parking lot of an apartment complex seeing who will open a door if he knocks, who is out alone in the dark.

Tyoma, always, follows. His shadow, off to the side, keeping himself invisible until it's time to clean up the mess. Sitting silent in the backseat of the car that picks them up, as they ride for a while. Standing silent as Misha kills the driver in a ditch, watching, waiting for his part in things to begin.

The actual act isn't really fun anymore - they all die the same. They fight and scream or cry and give up but they die. They just... die. And then he has to cut them up, into trash bags he and Tyoma spread around dumpsters outside of fast food places until it's done, wash their faces in public bathrooms and then take quick showers once they get home in the middle of the night, grimy and with a layer of what they've done thicker than oil.

But he can't stop, even though it isn't fun like it was when he started. Now he has to do it just to keep the boredom from driving him out of his mind, making him turn on his family, and family matters more than his own mind. His family keeps him together, he needs them for a place to live and someone to hear his thoughts, someone other than himself. Now he has to do it just to keep in check the worst thoughts that linger on how his older brother would look pale and with eyes wide with horror forever, his final expression one of betrayal, dirt dumped onto his face until it disappears.

He and Tyoma clean themselves up, after, and Misha sleeps for the first time in days, and when he wakes up the itch is gone. He smiles at breakfast and laughs at Tyoma's jokes. He feels fine.

For... a while, anyway.

A few months, maybe more, maybe less.

Sometimes Tyoma begs him to tell someone that he cannot seem to stop, but he only smiles, and gives his brother a hug, and whispers, Tvoya sem'ya prevyshe vsego, Tyoma.

Family first.

He's never sure how to tell Tyoma what he knows to be true, deep within himself. They are the only two people on Earth who matter, who are really real, just he and his brother. And if he can't stop the itch and he kills Tyoma, then he'll be all alone.

And who would help him then?

#antoni sings lullabies #misha #whump #whumper POV #serial killer #murder tw #discussion of murder #creepy whumper #killer whumper #horror fiction #original fiction #original characters #damn now I will be thinking about this creepy motherfucker all night #unhealthy family dynamics #oh god

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forcedhesitation · 6 months

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me logging into twitter because I haven’t been on it in a while and deciding that I will chance a tiny itsy bitsy peak into the bald gay tags hopefully to see some cool fanart or maybe a funny meme and instead getting hit with people talking about shipping the pointy guy with the man who abused him in every way conceivable:

#thoughts about media #tw sa mention #I never learn #you know I figured there were people out there who would be pairing them together #every fandom’s got those people #I just didn’t expect to get first hand exposure to it.#I figured with how popular star is. people doing this would be met with greater hostility.#just my luck eh? kicking a man while he’s already down.#I love fucked up men and I can enjoy fucked up romantic dynamics.#but there is a Line.#that Line being taking unhealthy dynamics that involve SA or other equally upsetting themes #and portraying them as cutesy/romantic/healthy/happy/etc.#like that’s an auto-block from me bud. do your nasty shit where I cannot see it ever again.

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bitterborne · 6 months

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❝ you deserve so much more than what you were given. ❞ from @hazardes !!

THE MAIN STAGE IS EMPTY, FOR ONCE, THE ANIMATRONICS OTHERWISE OCCUPIED. Michael — Mike, he tells himself firmly, though it’s hard to shed his father’s strict dislike for nicknames — chooses the corner to sit anyway, broad back pressed against the thin wall and knees brought up to his chest. It feels a little more bearable like this, everything that’s happened, though the sight of the empty pizzeria while NOT being in the security office is still incredibly unsettling. Not for the first time, he wonders how Vanessa copes with it: and then is instantly reminded that they’ve been in the exact same position. Though his father doesn’t often let him in the pizzeria past closing time unless it’s to keep watch, which he always does from that same office. The sight of the half empty drink can and the faded, festering posters are more familiar and comforting than anything he’s seen here in this timeline […] though the knowledge that the oldest Afton child cannot escape their father in any universe is disheartening.

“I dunno,” he says, evasive, and focuses on twisting the cheap metal ring around his middle finger, unable to look at Vanessa, “I’ve done— I’ve done a lotta bad things. Sure, life was shit, but—”

But he loved me, at least. I don’t know if your father loves you.

It’s complicated. Mike’s eyes burn with it all, though later he’ll blame the stage lights. He’d never believed his father loved him until he’d arrived here, in this timeline where so much is different but so much is the same — no Charlie, but a missing Garrett. No Michael . . . But Vanessa instead. He doesn’t quite know what to make of it all, and sure, things had been awful, but had they been this bad?

In fairness, maybe this is what other people see when they look at him. Isn’t it always easier to see the flaws in someone else’s relationship than see the flaws in your own? Headache forming, one hand lifting to rub insistently at his forehead and sweep away the thoughts and dark floppy hair he hasn’t managed to make presentable in years, Mike continues:

“I got out.” Mostly, anyway. Though his father asks and Mike still comes crawling, switching from thirty-three to thirteen again in an instant at the sound of his father’s orders. When he meets her eyes, there’s an earnest kindness, a world-weariness beyond his years— “You’re still stuck cleaning up after him. You don’t deserve that. When was the last time he even thanked you, huh?”

#(( best found family dynamic :’) he’s already decided that he’s her older brother btw like he’s going full mother hen over her agskdh ))#( V5 ) — TIMELINE HAZARD.#(( new specific verse unlocked :3 ))#tw dysfunctional family #tw trauma #tw bad parents #tw unhealthy relationship #(i recognise myself in every inch of your guilt): vanessa s. & michael a.#(( i made him a timeline traveller to the movie verse !! i hope that made sense & is okay :] ))#f; hazardess #(( cries so hard at these two already ))

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