"Copy That, Copycat."

"Love bombing" is a term originally used in the context of cults to describe a deliberate and coordinated recruitment method that involved feigning friendship and interest in a potential recruit, via flattery, flirtation, physical affection, and very directed positive attention to everything the recruit says in order to lure them into the cult.

Since cults and abusive relationships operate in similar ways and use similar tactics, love bombing in an interpersonal relationship looks like manufacturing closeness in order to trap someone into a relationship in which the abuser has all the control.

And I know these days there's a million bullshit junky articles out there that make you think this is a symptom of cluster b personality disorders, but there is no way for you to be love bombing somebody without realizing it.

If you are an affectionate person and the level of affection and attention you give makes someone uncomfortable, you are not "accidentally" abusing them.

If you are uncomfortable with the level of affection and attention someone is paying you, they are not de facto abusing you.

The sound of the phone ringing could be heard, as you go over and answer it.

???: "Hello?! HELLO!? This is Makoto!"

Makoto Naegi: "Listen, can you get over to the apartments? Like, RIGHT NOW!?"

You hear the sounds of something breaking on the phone, as well as something shattering.

Should you head over there?

TAGS

Asher jumps up at the loud noise.

“Makoto?! Makoto!!”

He sprints to the apartments as fast as he can and bangs on the door

"Asher! Thank Kami you're here! Listen, we've—"

Suddenly, somebody nyooms right past them at super-sonic speed.

"Makoto! Which way did Haru go?"

Makoto Naegi: "He went that way,"

“Hey Yasu-“

He’s already gone.

The sound of the phone ringing could be heard, as you go over and answer it.

???: "Hello?! HELLO!? This is Makoto!"

Makoto Naegi: "Listen, can you get over to the apartments? Like, RIGHT NOW!?"

You hear the sounds of something breaking on the phone, as well as something shattering.

Should you head over there?

TAGS

Asher jumps up at the loud noise.

“Makoto?! Makoto!!”

He sprints to the apartments as fast as he can and bangs on the door

Asher lights up.

Asher nods frantically.

Asher lights up.

As well as this, the system has been under much stress lately at home. Not necessarily worth getting into, but enough trauma has been made within the system’s household to have caused another split. So we are taking a mental health break entirely, hence the unresponsiveness of said mod.

We do hope that you understand, and we will respond soon, once we have motivation a gain and get back on our feet. Thank you.

It had been almost a month since the Warriors Of Hope had been last seen. It was as if they had completely vanished into thin air, and no one had seen or heard from them since. That was until...

One morning, your muse(s) woke up in a room. They vaguely remembered being kidnapped the previous evening, but their head hurt to think of it any further. But when they made their way out of the room, they were greeted by sixteen other faces. Not all of them looked very friendly, but five stood out: the missing Warriors Of Hope whose faces had been all over the news were there, arguing with some of the adults and each other, yet they could all seem to agree on one thing: an adult was to blame for this.

"Which of you Demons is to blame for this?!" the fiery redhead of the bunch shouted. He seemed very agitated, his looks and personality identical to that of Masaru Daimon. The former Li'l Ultimate P.E., who had revoked his talent in order to give the Demons a taste of their own medicine. Of course, by now, most people were aware that the group had split up. "I'll kill you all! I swear to god, I'll kill you all!"

"Wait, Masaru," the calm and collected voice of another young boy sounded. His words seemed to temporarily stun the athlete, who turned to scowl at his former friend. Nagisa Shingetsu, the Li'l Ultimate Social Studies, another who had been grossly mistreated and whose abusers had paid the price in blood. "That's exactly what they want. You don't think this place resembles some of Fath... of Mr. Monokuma's stories?"

"Uu... I don't wanna be here..." the softer boy moaned. He started rubbing his sleeves together, desperately hoping that it could take his mind off of it. "I want to leave..."

"We're not going to get to leave," the pink-haired girl stated harshly. She started to twirl her hair between her fingers anxiously, breathing a sigh of anxiety. "We're stuck here. Best we can do is avoid these Demons before they try something. We all know they will."

What do you do?

"GAAAAAH...!" the small green-haired girl screamed. She started to bang on the walls with her fists, hoping the walls would cave or someone would hear the commotion outside and come to let them out. "Open! Open! OPEN! Or else Monaca will kill everyone here!"

The people around, staring at the group of kids were also quite easily identified. Ryoko Otonashi... Ryota Mitarai... Sonosuke Izayoi... Miaya Gekkogahara... Seiko Kimura... Ruruka Ando... Sato... Aiko Umesawa... Natsumi Kuzuryuu... Mirai Maizono... Kaori Akamatsu...

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“Wh-what the hell’s going on?”

( tw’s for trauma, child abuse, child neglect, and violence toward children )

does your muse blame themselves for their trauma?

does your muse suffer with nightmares of their trauma?

what triggers does your muse have from their childhood?

who in their life was most responsible for your muse’s trauma?

has your muse ever been officially diagnosed with ptsd, c-ptsd?

what was the worst / most traumatic moment in their childhood? 

how old was your muse when they realized they had childhood trauma?

how does your muse react to being triggered? ( disassociates, becomes angry, etc. )

what coping methods  ( healthy or unhealthy )  did your muse learn during their childhood? 

does your muse want their abuser(s) to face consequences? Or would they rather forget any of it happened? 

“Come on.. Dumb school camera..”

When the camera flickered on, a boy around the age of eight was there. He had dark blue, blackish hair, yellow/gray eyes and a blue baseball cap on.

”finally! god, this took forever.. Uh.. Hi..?! I’m Shuichi Saihara.. ”

He seemed nervous, maybe even afraid.

”Uh… Could I get a promo? Is that how you say that..?”