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Stamp: Not the child's fault by Azrael-Legna Stamp: Not the child's fault :iconazrael-legna:Azrael-Legna 233 0 Stamp: You don't know what is best by Azrael-Legna Stamp: You don't know what is best :iconazrael-legna:Azrael-Legna 272 0 Stamp: Anti Spanking by Azrael-Legna Stamp: Anti Spanking :iconazrael-legna:Azrael-Legna 80 0 Stamp: It wont stop abuse by Azrael-Legna Stamp: It wont stop abuse :iconazrael-legna:Azrael-Legna 69 0 Hope by GabiSaKuRa Hope :icongabisakura:GabiSaKuRa 81 77 Stamp: You can't raise a baby except for mine by Azrael-Legna Stamp: You can't raise a baby except for mine :iconazrael-legna:Azrael-Legna 35 0 Stamp: Fuckers don't deserve it by Azrael-Legna Stamp: Fuckers don't deserve it :iconazrael-legna:Azrael-Legna 20 0 Hide From Daddy by ButtholeFromMars19 Hide From Daddy :iconbuttholefrommars19:ButtholeFromMars19 15 0 Ban Spanking Now by Mryayayify Ban Spanking Now :iconmryayayify:Mryayayify 7 100 hoo boy this is pretty controversial by Yoshi1337 hoo boy this is pretty controversial :iconyoshi1337:Yoshi1337 18 1 Who Hurt Her?! by IggyAlfi2319 Who Hurt Her?! :iconiggyalfi2319:IggyAlfi2319 10 0 Bad parenting in the future by Mryayayify Bad parenting in the future :iconmryayayify:Mryayayify 5 1
Literature
Zuko and Marceline and The Flashback Furnace
"So," Marceline asked Zuko one lazy day as the crew's ship flew aimlessly through the Astral Plane, periodically taking potshots at space pirates. "I hear your mom left when you were a kid?"
"...Yeah," Zuko said guardedly, turning so that she faced the side of his face that wasn't a mutilated horror. "There were complications. I..." He hesitated. No point in having friends if you couldn't be honest. But honesty was DANGEROUS. Tip around the words, nudge at the truth, it would be close enough. "My family's not exactly normal."
"I know the feels," Marceline said airily. Her posture matched her tone, her body drifted off the floor and floating into midair until she was hovering right over Zuko's head. "So. I was on the phone with your buds and I heard you were raised by your dad."
"Technically I was raised by my uncle," Zuko said. "Dad-" He stopped. "I mean, Father...Father never really paid attention to me unless I upset him or he decided to instruct me directly."
Marceline frowned, perh
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-SHHHTT Don't turn off the light kid- by Aquawolf77123 -SHHHTT Don't turn off the light kid- :iconaquawolf77123:Aquawolf77123 4 4
Literature
Fresh Meat: Confinement- Chapter 7
Chapter 7- Dark Truths
The walk through the lab hallways was silent for Gaster and Chara. Chara kept their head down and diverted their gaze the entire walk. Hints of scowls occasionally dawned on their face. They kept their arms close to their chest and to their locket. Their eyes drifted to the pocket which housed Asriel’s pocket. They gave themselves a new, silent vow; I’ll get Asriel’s locket and escape this hell.
Gaster stopped and turned to a simple door. He quickly opened the door and flipped the light switch inside. He stepped beside the doorframe as he turned to Chara with a calm expression, “In here.”
Chara lifted their gaze and narrowed their eyes. Suspicion grew. Chara carefully stepped past Gaster and into the room. It was a small room with shelves lining the sides. In the center of the room was a familiar sight; the knife Chara had found last night. Chara’s eyes widened for a moment before it calmed down to only one raised brow.
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The Bible XV - Jesus Loves Children B by uncledon The Bible XV - Jesus Loves Children B :iconuncledon:uncledon 2 6
Literature
Fresh Meat: Confinement- Chapter 9
Chapter 9- Civility
“Me!” Chara finished their pleads within a different space. They no longer saw Riverperson’s boat, but the cold stone walls of their room within Gaster’s lab. Their prison cell. Chara knew instantly their plan had failed horribly.
Their mind had no time to wander. They felt their arm squeezed tightly. They winced. They then felt themselves thrown into the nearby wall of their cell. They cried out and slunk down to the cold stone floor. Gaster glared down at them. His voice was quiet and dark, “How did you escape?”
Chara whimpered and curled in on themselves. Their breath became heavy. They barely spoke under their breath, “I was so close…”
Gaster growled. He swiftly grasped Chara’s hair. Chara whined and whimpered as Gaster raised them up to their tip-toes by their hair alone. He raised his voice, “How did you escape?! Answer me!”
Chara’s eyes snapped closed. Their hands tried desperately
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xX Adrian fact #1 Xx by xXMadAlice59Xx xX Adrian fact #1 Xx :iconxxmadalice59xx:xXMadAlice59Xx 8 32
Literature
TEOH_3 Hours old
Help.
Such a strange word,
When you say it people come to your aid,
But why is it,
That when I shout it out,
No one comes to save me?
Summary: Travel through Sherlock's life and find out what makes him, him.
Warnings: None here but later on, Child Abuse and some strong language
The Era of Holmes
3 hours old: Deciding a name
The little baby lay peacefully in his mother's arms, not stirring or crying, he had jet black hair and looked very scrawny and thin, he had glass blue eyes with a grey tint and was quite small for a baby. His mother smiled at him constantly, never taking her eyes off of him. She finally looked away when there was a knock at the door of her room.
"Come in." Two men walked in with a young boy in front of him, he looked the age of eight or nine and one of the men was at least sixty-three he moved over to her and gave her a gentle hug. "Hello dad."
"How are you feeling Emily?" The younger man spoke; he wasn't a doctor because he didn't look like one so he must have been
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Literature
Daddy Dearest
~Author's Note~
If you prefer to have Marisa say "ze" a lot, you'll need to make it a part of the "voice" you give her inside your head as you read. I haven't been able to include Japanese verbal tics like that without it looking rather clumsy.
~Daddy Dearest~
Alice's house was full to the brim with dolls. Rows of small, cute porcelain women lined the antique wooden shelves and lace-covered Victorian furniture. Some of them were playing card games or romping on the soft furnishings, a few were pretending to have tea and cake, and one had started her own rice farm in a large plant pot.
Between bites of Victoria sponge that covered her in snowy-white icing sugar, Marisa was telling Alice all about the latest Ultraman play. "Oh, it was the coolest thing ever! They had this wooden village backdrop, right, but it could fall into a slot at the back of the stage, and there was the exact same backdrop behind it, but smaller! Then the main character would dart
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CHILD TRAFFICKING by EligoDesign CHILD TRAFFICKING :iconeligodesign:EligoDesign 1 0 Rainbow Skies Forever 004 by DoctorGlasgow Rainbow Skies Forever 004 :icondoctorglasgow:DoctorGlasgow 1 0 Rainbow Skies Forever 005 by DoctorGlasgow Rainbow Skies Forever 005 :icondoctorglasgow:DoctorGlasgow 1 0