#Sensitive Topics

[hearts4werka]

NNN day 3 | Skin Deep Scars

summary: you’ve been born into a rich controlling family, always having to stay on top and never cross the line. You tried to please your mother but never could be enough for your mother’s standards, your father was mostly at work and away at business trips so both of you hardly ever interacted with each other. That’s until you got into an argument about your new friend chris who was the polar opposite of you, what do you think will happen next?

warnings: ANGST, !parental abuse!, arguing (again ik), family issues, swearing, manipulation, controlling mother figure, !burning skin!, slight fighting, crying, !mentions of childhood trauma! And this contains sensitive topics for many (even me) so please I advice to read this with caution and knowingly what you’re consuming.

authors note: day 3 is behind us now, thank yall so much for all of the love on the past fics I seriously rlly appreciate it. Yall can drop some ideas for future days and fics outside of this in my inbox and I’ll be happy to write them, I don’t have my computer with me rn so I’ll make the gradient text when I’m at my computer again, hope y’all enjoy this one

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Escalated screams and yells fill the large space of the room, making my ears want to fall off as foul words continue to fall from my mother’s mouth. It’s not the first time my mother has yelled at me for the most stupidest bullshit ever known to mankind and this is one of them, somehow it never turned psychical between us which could be a shocker for some of the others considering how loud she is screaming and shouting that you would think she’d hit me by now or at least threaten to.

“You are bringing such shame to this family! It’s unacceptable!” She shouts, her face contoured with pure anger. I might as well see smoke coming out of her ears by now, rolling my eyes as I feel my own anger rise inside of me at how ridiculous she is being right now. “I bring shame? What about you sleeping around behind dad’s back, huh?” I argue back, not letting her bring me down and standing my ground. She gasps dramatically as if I insulted her whole bloodline, pressing her hand to her chest to make her seem more like a victim.

“Don’t you dare speak of that! This isn’t about my mistakes, it’s about yours!” She attempts to defend her name but fails miserably, thinking if she raises her voice higher than me she’ll have the high ground and take the upper hand in this argument. “You’re the one that’s hanging out with that street rat and even dare to invite him to this house!” My blood boils to high temperatures at her insult targeted towards Chris, well she isn’t very fond of him and his lifestyle or he of how she treats me from all of the stories I’ve previously told him.

Summarizing that thought, their hatred is mutual towards themselves. “Don’t bring him into this, he has nothing to do with this! It was one lower grade, mom!” I yell defensively, the level of my irritation rising with each second of just breathing in the tense air in the room. “That he caused by the influence he has on you! I just want the best for you, honey.” She tries to twist her tone into a softer one but I can feel the fakeness radiating off it the minute it comes past her lips, how pathetic.

“You aren’t convincing anyone with that fake tone, that’s for sure.” I state annoyingly as she attempts to move closer to me but when she sees me backing away she just gives up with trying to convince me into doing anything she wants with the same old method and decides on a newly invented one. “Fine, maybe I wont convince you at least but your father is pretty gullible and he’ll do anything I ask him to do. Even if i feed him a couple lies involving you and that little skank.”

I narrow my eyes at her, not believing her words at first until she shoots me a specific look which informs me she isn’t playing around, raising her eyebrow and slightly dipping her chin just always has her whole bitchy personality written all over her face in that moment. My face normally would drop in color but at this point I didn’t care, she brought Chris into this who has nothing to do with this and shouldn’t be assumed as the cause of my lower grade. It was one of the hardest exams this semester and even when I studied harder than ever and got the highest grade in my class, she still doesn’t appreciate my hard work.

My head decides its the perfect time to bring up the first time I got a lower grade, being only at the age as young as seven she was already pressuring me into being perfect and didn’t even allow me to have a normal childhood only filling me with more work and mental pressure I often was too tired to do anything the next morning after studying all night in hopes to attempt to please my mother but no matter what I did, she never fully appreciated it and always found something bad to point out.

Start of Flashback

I excitedly run into the living room with my test clutched in my head, my dress flowing in the slight breeze coming from the window. A proud smile spread on my face as I reach the living room where mommy resided in sitting on the couch, holding up my paper for her vision to see the teachers red mark saying ‘79/100’ in the corner of the paper. “Look mommy, my teacher said I got the highest grade in my class on the test!” I exclaim proudly, waiting for my applause but was met with silence. Tilting my head to the side to glance at my mommy confused on why she is quiet but she had only a disgusted and an unimpressed look shadowing her face.

She notices my confused expression and finally speaks, turning her head away from me and back at the tv “Honey, that’s not good enough for this family. Study harder next time.” She states without any sympathy in her voice as she goes back to her activity like nothing happened, my eyes slightly start to water. Why am I not good enough for mommy? Why isn’t mommy proud of me and saying nice words like my teacher was? My arms drop down to my sides with the paper still clutched in my small arms.

“What do you mean, mommy?” I ask curiously, my voice becoming slight wobbly as shaky breaths enter an exit past my lips. “My teacher said I did great and even gave me a lollipop!” I add, now my sadness being evident and that’s when mommy looked at me and sees me upset. “Oh baby, you know what I told you about eating too much sweets. And a 76 isn’t high enough for the reputation our family has.” She says in a reassuring voice, seeming as if she wanted the best for me and me being the gullible and innocent child, not realizing she’s manipulating me into doing whatever her heart desired and shaping me into a perfect little toy to play in her game.

“I just want the best for you honey and you know that, I would never do anything to hurt you, ever.” She calmly assured in a soft tone, she walks over to me and wipes my tear-stained cheek with her thumb and looks at me with fake sympathy mixed with fake remorse. “Now go to your room and study for the next test, mommy has to go attend to some things, okay?” I nod my head yes and ran off into my room, the paper flying out of my hand and landing in the floor. My body immediately jumping onto my bed and bury my face into the nearby pillow as I clutch my favorite stuffed animal to my chest…

End of Flashback

I remember crying the rest of the night and thought it was normal and everyone’s mother was pressuring them into being better than every other kid and always perfect to upkeep the family’s ‘perfect’ reputation. Now that I’ve grown up and caught onto my mother’s manipulative acts, letting me have the upper hand in some regards. “You’re pure goddamn evil, I can’t believe you’re trying to scare me with dad out of all people.” I huff, feeling my body become more tense by the second before adding. “Better than one of the guys you cheated on dad with.” After the words leave my mouth, she immediately darts towards me and gets impossibly closer to my face. Glaring at me as if she wanted to strangle the shit out of me.

“I said, don’t you dare bring that into this situation, young lady!” She warns, her voice completely shifting from fake sympathy to rage and evilness. One of her hands raises and she sticks out her finger, getting it in my face as if to try and scare me further but I only laugh in her face. “One more word out of your mouth and I make one call to your father, singing like a bird to him about all of the things you’ve said to your own mother.” She wipes imaginary tears off from under her eyes, pretending to be upset and hurt as if she’s the victim here. “You’re such an ungrateful brat, I’m surprised we haven’t kicked you out the house yet. You always disappoint us and bring total shame to the family.”

An evil laugh rumbles in her throat, I don’t see her as a loving mother I thought I had. No, I see her as the worst and most controlling mother ever known to mankind and I feel ashamed being in the proximity of her and letting her walk all over me like a doormat. She takes a few steps back and finally puts some distance between our bodies, I sharply inhale the tense air surrounding us as the following words fall from her mouth that I was just waiting for her to speak.

“I regret you were even born, more with every passing minute. Me and your father never wanted a girl, but a boy and at one point were debating to put you in an orphanage or give you away, another decision I regret making.”

Before my mother could say another word, I deliver a slap across her face and throw the words out of her mouth. She looks up at me, completely livid and fet up with this little cat fight between us. “That’s it, you’re getting punished hardly this time.” She angrily exclaims and roughly grasps my arm, dragging me into the kitchen by pure mad force. I try to escape her vice grip but it only makes it tighter, the feeling of pain and a bruise coming in spreads across my whole body as I see her walking towards the stove.

I start to get more desperate to escape, almost beginning to scream for her to stop and don’t do what I know she’s about to do. She did it before when I talked back to her ever and looks like today her strings popped too much, we get to the stove and she ticks it on, the flame blooming to life as she forces my arm above it. “Please, mom dont do this…” I weakly plead as the burning sensation starts to hit my skin, spreading across my whole arm. I cry out in pain and pleads for her to stop, quiet curses falling from my lips as she only glances at me sternly. Tears prick my eyes and burn down my cheeks, she continues to hold my arm over the flames and brings it closer.

My body starts squiring around, my pleads getting more and more desperate as more tears fall from my eyes. “Stop! Please, mom I’m begging you stop!” Shaky breaths fill the air and accompany the growing cries and pleads to my mother. “Stop moving around, you brat! Are you going to still be disobedient towards me now?” She asks mockingly as I think she’s going to burn my skin off, someone pushes her off me and I immediately fall to the ground in pure agony. The uncontrollable cries continuing to fall from my mouth, my eyes landing on the severe burn mark left behind on my arm, my eyes start to burn themselves from the amount of tears filling them at once

“What in the actual fuck is happening here?” I hear a familiar voice yell out as I don’t think about who it could be until they kneel down next to me and I realize it’s Chris, I forgot I invited him over today. I can’t believe he’s seeing me in this state right now, he glances at my arm and immediately grasps it gently into his hands. “Jesus Christ, we need to get you some serious help, cmon we gotta go to the hospital.” He calls out and helps me get up and stand on my feet, rushing me out of the house and looking around for something to quickly get me where I severely need to be right now. “You got a private driver here somewhere?” He questions and I nod negatively, there aren’t any available unless you ask for one beforehand.

‘Fuck, umm- okay then let’s just take.. your car!” He exclaims nervously, pointing towards one of the cars in the driveway. Quickly running over to it and rushing me inside of it, getting into the drivers seat and trying to start the car. When he finally gets a hang of the functioning of the car he quickly presses down on the gas and speeds out of the driveway and towards the hospital…

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[loumoonz]

CW : LIGHT GORE(?Drawn human heart), EYESTRAIN

Nothing but a machine?

[lelouchenjoyer]

Why is it so hard for Tumblr writers not to write incest and r@p3 I've just seen three blogs dedicated to writing incest of honkai star rail and Genshin's characters. What is wrong with y'all...

[3mz0mbi3]

HOLY SHIT YOU WRITE FOR MIRACULOUS!? KEKWIWISJSJ-

CAN I REQUEST HOW YANDERE LADYBUG OR CHATNOIR WOULD REACT IF READER WAS AKUMATIZED???

❛ 🦢 ⊹˚․ 𝐀 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐒𝐖𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐄 ⌢ 𝜚 ₊˚

꒰ ​🇹​​🇼​: ― ​🇾​​🇦​​🇳​​🇩​​🇪​​🇷​​🇪​ ​🇧​​🇪​​🇭​​🇦​​🇻​​🇮​​🇴​​🇷​, ​🇸​​🇹​​🇦​​🇱​​🇰​​🇮​​🇳​​🇬​, ​🇲​​🇴​​🇲​​🇲​​🇾​ ​🇮​​🇸​​🇸​​🇺​​🇪​​🇸​.꒱

You hoped your day wouldn't be as shitty as it's now.

─── “Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous!” ───

You sigh, about to explode, but you just give them a forced smile.

"Come on, Chloe, it's just a table, you can always get another one! Besides, lunch is almost over, there's no point in arguing anymore, so with Marinette and Alya."

─── “No! This is my table! Sabrina and I always sit at this table, can't these plebs come and sit in the place of royalty like me?” ───

“Well, the tables are all the same, uh—, but come on! I can find you another one worthy of your beautiful presence! Besides, you don't want to deal with so much "plebs", do you? I'll find you somewhere a little more secluded. Not everyone is worthy of your presence.”

You spoke animatedly as you smiled at Chloe, causing her to ponder her words for a moment before she smiling mischievously, blinded by the flattery that made her boost her ego, so it was easier for you to convince her

─── “Well, now that you mention it, you're right, so Shu-Shu! Hurry up and find me a better table!” ───

“Sure, Chloe.”

You smiled, but inside you were pissed off. It was a wonder you didn't explode on the spot and rip out all the blonde girl's hair. You directed your gaze towards Marinette who was with her entire red box., similar to how Nathaniel's hair shook when he hid behind Alya. You only gave a quick nod and a "sweet smile" to the two girls and went back to take care of Chloe, followed by Sabrina to find her a new table so she'd stop making such a fuss.

─── “God, this girl is amazing.” ───

The girl of brown-skinned spoke, fascinated by how much patience you had and how well you could handle Chloe.

─── “Right?” ───

Now the raven girl with the two pigtails spoke dreamily as she followed her beloved with the gaze.

─── “Come on, Mari, try talking to her, it's a bit weird that you're looking at her from a distance.” ───

Marinette ignored her friend's advice and continued looking the girl from a distance. She couldn't believe what an angel ꒰Y/N꒱was even with a witch like Chloe, but there the girl was looking for a table for the annoying blonde… Spoiled, the young girl with the pigtails returned to reality as the bell rang, indicating that her break was over and it was time to go back to class. She sighed as she turned back to her best friend, who was only gave her advice.

‎♡‧₊˚˗ˏˋ 🩰 ˎˊ˗₊‧‎♡

At last, your hell was over and you could return home to recover from the annoying day. You'd have liked everything to change for once, but everything was the same. You had no choice but to go home and rest, only to experience the same shit the next day. As you walked to the school exit, discouraged, you didn't expect someone to suddenly touch you gently on the shoulder; you quickly turn your head and see beautiful green eyes.

─── “꒰Y/N꒱, Uh— Hello!“ ───

“Oh, Hello, Adrien. Do you need anything?"

The blond boy looked noticeably nervous as he tried to remember his words well and not embarrass himself in front of the young woman. He took a deep breath to start talking.

─── “Well, actually, I just wanted to give you something.” ───

He reached into the pocket of his blue jeans, pulled out a pretty pink ribbon and held out his arm to the young woman to hand it to him, whereupon the young woman took it in one of her hands.

“Oh, its cute but may I know why you're giving it to me?

─── “Oh— Well I thought you could tie it in your hair to match your ballet dress.” ───

He spoke nervously as he played with his fingers, but you were still processing what he had just said, you thought that almost no one knew you practiced ballet, you looked at the ribbon in your hand and couldn't help but smile.

“Thanks so much Adrien, I really appreciate it, how did you know I practiced ballet?”

​─── “Ah—"It's just that I, well, uh—I heard you practiced ballet, so I thought you'd like it.” ───

“Oh, I see… Thank you again, see you tomorrow, Adrien.”

She gave Adrien a smile of gratitude, he just smiled nervously as the young woman turned back towards the exit of the school to head to your house.

─── “UHG! Who does Adrien think he is? "Why did he get so close to ꒰Y/N꒱? Do you think Adrien likes ꒰Y/N꒱ too?" ───

─── “Come on girl, maybe they were just talking, you know that not all the people who get close to ꒰Y/N꒱ its because they have to be into her.” ───

─── “Alya, but— did you see the way Adrien was looking at ꒰Y/N꒱?! Also, he approached her very suddenly! I know Adrien is up to something, and I am going to make sure he does not get it! ───

─── “Chill out Marinette, you might still have a chance if you just talk to her, you will never know if you do not try.” ───

The young girl with the pigtails just grumbled, still annoyed by the interaction of his beloved ꒰Y/N꒱ and Adrien, while Alya tried to calm her down.

♡‧₊˚˗ˏˋ 🩰 ˎˊ˗₊‧‎♡

You collapsed on your bed with your backpack, exhausted from walking. You still had the ribbon bow in your hand you just looked at it, you were very tired from walking, not only from that but from having to go to school and from having to solve the problems. Problems from all your "friends", and having to stay up all night studying for even the easy questions in class, you tossed and turned in your bed until you stayed face up looking at the ceiling of your room and think

“Oh, but your only just helping them; what's wrong with that?”

Well, if you had to listen to them all the time, in class, all the time talking about them and their emotional problems, maybe you were already a psychologist??

"But they're just blowing off steam!"

Of course you never saw anything wrong with that. Some of your classmates had a lot of trust in you, but one thing was that they wanted to blow off steam, on the other they expected you to come up with an answer that would solve everything. You could only give them comforting words and support them; why did they expect even more from you?

"Did you always try to please everyone around you, but why? Why didn't you want to disappoint anyone, or why did you want to present a good image? Maybe because that was what your mother expected of you? After all, you They were his golden girl… His perfect girl, right?

…

How pathetic to want to fulfill the expectations of others, but you didn't even have an expectation; you just hid it next to your dreams.

"Why your life now isn't what you always imagined it would be like a child?"

"When did it all go down the drain?"

The only one you blame for this is your mother. As a child, you always had a grade point average of 8. Your mother always congratulated you; she never demanded more from you; she even rewarded you; she paid for a course so that you could learn ballet and practice, since you always adored him.

"Why did everything change from one day to the next?"

You just remember sobbing while your mom yells at you about how much you disappointed her.

─── “Damn it, tell me! What do you think they're going to say about me when they find out my daughter got a 7 in math?! You always disappoint me! You've always done that! It was my mistake to leave you practicing that shit! Isn't that more than standing on your toes and flying around? What good would it do to you in life! It won't make anything of you instead of worrying about your future! What university will you go to? None!, if all you can do is dance and not even that well!! ───

You were startled to hear the memory of your mother's voice echoing in your head. That memory did nothing but make you cry. It was the worst moment of your childhood, when you literally had to bury your dreams because your mother had had enough of your crying and ended up burning your pretty ballet shoes along with your tutu and the ribbon you used to tie your hair with. You sigh as you try to calm yourself down, but you can't; the only thing going through your mind are these words. You realize that even as you are crying, squeezing the hand holding the ribbon Adrien gave you, you do not want to look at it. Now that you were trying to calm your silly whining, you were so focused that you didn't even notice a little black butterfly appear with purple tones that now approached you and perched on your ribbon bow

— “Oh, poor girl, you help everyone with their problems, but never with yours. You get recognized by someone who is not you. I am Hawk Moth. How about I help you shine and be recognized for your biggest dream?"

Now that you hear a man's voice, you smile at his suggestion as you sit down on your bed.

"Yes…"

You spoke unconsciously, thinking about how everyone would finally see what you were made of and what you should have been all along, but that your mother despised.

— “Just in return, I want you to bring me Ladybug and Catnoir's Miraculous

“Sure…Hawk Moth.”

— "Go and shine, Cygnus Noir.”

‎ ♡‧₊˚˗ˏˋ 🩰 ˎˊ˗₊‧‎♡

A young girl in a red suit with black dots was moving quickly from building to building thanks to her yo-yo with which she was swinging. She had been alerted by the sighting of an akumatized person near the Eiffel Tower, On the news they described it as a horrible gigantic monster. While she was swinging, she watched as several citizens were attacked by what seemed to be small porcelain dolls dressed as ballet dancers. I watched as they attacked mainly with the sharp pointed ballet slippers. He wondered where his companion Catnoir could be. For some reason, the faces of the dolls seemed familiar to him, something that worried him.

Meanwhile, a boy in a black suit was carefully sneaking out of the Agreste mansion to support his partner. As he ran across some rooftops he could already see the disaster that was generated by that akumatized person.

He did not hesitate to come down from the heights of the buildings to face some small dolls that attacked the citizens with fury, they were fast with their movements so he barely had time to see them in detail, while he dedicated himself to dodging and counterattacking with his cane at the moment that one of the dolls attacked him directly at her face with her sharp sneakers, while stopping his attack he could see her better when he managed to look at her more carefully. It was at that moment that he was little terrified when he looked at her face, the thing he least wanted to think about was that his beloved was the akumatized one but it was obvious. He did not hesitate much to break the doll into pieces with one blow with his cane and the other little dolls that were still intact only quickly dispersed, escaping from the hero for fear of ending up like his companion.

Cat Noir was trying to take his time from him as he could feel the panic running through his body. He was staring at what were now just broken pieces of the doll, although he was looking to one in specific. The face, broken into just one perfect piece.

— “There you are, Cat Noir! “I was looking for you!”

The hero in red and black landed a few meters near the black cat who was still in shock. The confused girl approached him, but it was then that the blonde reacted and walked away from her, which disconcerted her.

— “My Lady, we have to finish off the Akuma as quickly as possible.”

I speak Cat Noir seriously. Could be heard the annoyance in his voice.

—“Uh— yes I agree, but it something happened to you?, Are you fi-

The raven girl's words were suddenly cut off when she felt something creak under her foot and a noise could be heard as if it were broken porcelain. Under her gaze, she had actually stepped on something. When she removed her foot, she gasped in fear..

'That is what I think..?'

It was when she now knew who the akumatized person was, it was her beautiful angel ꒰Y/N꒱, she felt how not only worry invaded his body but also the rage.

── 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐌𝐄!

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖👽 . ˙ ── Everybody died and the end.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖👽 . ˙ ── AHAHAHA- Sorry, I didn't have so many ideas for a fight between the akumatized reader and Ladybug and Cat Noir (╥﹏╥), but I'll definitely update it when I get an idea. 𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖�� . ˙ ── I didn't really like how I did it to the reader, I would have liked it to be a little more neutral, I don't know if I understand-

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖👽 . ˙ ── I apologize for any mistakes I have, if some things don't make much sense or can be misinterpreted, my English is not very good.

[stupidvillainousposts]

YES! YES! YES! I Have Been Waiting for This Question!

So, Fidds brings up later, about two days after the fishing trip. He's reminded about the comment after hearing a character on TV talk about the way another character died. (Big Ol' Trigger Warning for Attempted S**cide/Self-Harm Mention)

Fidds: Stanley, could we talk about somethin', honey?

Stan: Yeah, sure. What's up?

Fidds: Ah, actually, I was hopin' we could have this conversation in private.

Stan: *Nervously Looks at the Pups and Ford* Uh... why?

Fidds: Stanley, please.

Stan: Okay! Okay! *Moves to Follow Fidds Upstairs* So... what important thing did I chew this time?

Fidds, holding back tears: *Whimpers and Covers His Mouth*

Stan, instantly concerned: Whoa! Hey! What's wrong, baby? What happened? Are you hurt?

Fidds, shakily: N-no! No, I'm not... oh, lord, I was hopin' this would be easier while we were alone! *Accidentally Lets Out a Sob*

Stan: *Pulls Fidds Into a Protective Hug* Hey, c'mon Honey Bunches, talk to me. What's wrong?

Fidds: *Through Shaky Breaths* Stanley, I... I have to... fuck, why is this so hard?!

Stan: Why is what so hard?

Fidds: ASKIN' YA WHY!

Stan, now incredibly confused: Why what?

Fidds: Why did ya try t'- Why ya tried... gosh, I don't even know how t' ask! How many times, how many ways, what even pushed ya so far as t'... *Shudders at the Thought*

Stan, suddenly catching on: Oh... Fidds...

Fidds: Please, I need t' know. Who hurt ya, made ya feel like all ya had left was...?

Stan: It... wasn't just one person. Not even one thing, honestly. I had lotsa stuff going on back then, b-but I promise that I haven't tried recently!

Fidds, nuzzling into Stan's chest: When was the last time?

Stan, after a brief hesitation: When the portal first failed. I downed half a bottle of off-brand Xanax I'd stashed for... personal reasons. But I forced it up seconds after, made myself think of how much it would hurt you, how disappointed Ford would be if I... y'know.

Fidds: *Hugs Stan Tighter* Was I doing somethin' wrong? Is that why ya didn't consider talkin'?

Stan: Oh, no, no; baby, I wanted to tell you so badly, but you were already under so much stress, had gone through so much with the transformation and... I didn't want to add on to that.

Fidds: Stanley, no matter what I'm goin' through, I could be pissed off beyond belief, but if ya feel like yer strugglin', I'd drop everythin' t' help.

Stan, slightly uncomfortable: *Chuckles Stiffly* Y'know, I think this is the most I've ever heard you curse. Outside of the bedroom, anyway.

Fidds, sternly: Stanley, I'm serious. Ya don't gotta worry about me judgin' ya or pityin' ya, or anythin' along those lines. I'm here with ya, always. Through thick and thin, t' the moon and back.

Stan: *Trying to Keep a Tough Face* Yeah, I know. And I'll work on it, if it happens again. Not saying that it's gonna! I'm doing better now, with you and the pups and Ford.

Fidds: Stanley, the town forces ya t' wear a muzzle and shock collar anytime ya want t' go into town.

Stan: Okay, so not better, better. But it could be worse. Someone could hire a hitman, right?

Fidds: *Sighs and Kisses Stan's Chest* I think I'm ready t' end this conversation now.

Stan: Yeah, ditto.

Fidds: Just... one last thing?

Stan: Yeah, of course.

Fidds: Try t' talk t' me when it gets bad in any way. Yeah?

Stan: Alright. Alright, yeah.

Neither of them brought up the topic again, even after Fidds caught Stan sitting on their bed with a gun in his hands

[paxs-kny-rp-blog]

TW: mentions of pr0shippers, inc3est, p3d0s, gr00ming, r@pe, rac1sm, s3xists, cussing.

DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO ANY OF THESE TOPICS.

Pr0shippers scare me...like why? What is so appealing about inc3st? Or a minor + adult? What made you look at a kid and say "that's h0t"?? The fanart is even worse, but all of it makes me fucking sick to my stomach. I may not like certain ships, but I won't disrespect them. That only applies with legal ships, like SaneGiyu or UzuRen. But things like Yu1Mu1, S@neG3nya, and G1yuT@n? No. Never in a million years would I ever even CONSIDER shipping any of those. As someone who has been gr00med and r@ped before, it's disgusting to ship a minor and adult. As a person with no siblings AND has studied Ancient Egyptians, inc3st is absolutely horrible. I support LGBTQ+ and am one myself, but I will NEVER support pr0shippers, r@pists, s3xists, p3dophil3s, and r@cisists, no matter if you are apart of the community or not. I don't care if it's disrespectful or rude.

You shouldn't be walking this Earth if you believe / support / are any of those things. I hope you one day come to your senses and realize how much of a horrible being you are.

Any pr0shippers, s3xists, p3dophil3s, and r@cisists I come across WILL be blocked and ARE NOT allowed to view my content.

If you are one of these, DO NOT INTERACT with ANY of my posts / speak to me. You can block me yourself, otherwise I will do it.

Burn in hell motherfucker.

[tsukkiehh]

MLP main characters' final hours

Not canon, of course. I don’t remember if their canon deaths were ever revealed and i honestly don’t think they’d be anything other then “died from old age” so here’s my intake on that topic. Don’t take it too seriously or too close to your heart, it’s just my imagination. Keep in mind that English is not my first language and it’s my first time trying to write something artistic in English. There might be mentions of difficult topics like suicide, so be careful. Ukrainian version at the end^^

.⋆｡⋆☂˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆.Applejack.⋆｡⋆☂˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆.

Overworked herself to the point where she wasn’t able to walk. “I’m still competent,” she was saying, but her knees were trembling and shivering, teeth falling out, ribs showing through her skin. Rainbow Dash was worried, so damn worried all the time about her stubborn wife—but what can she do? Applejack was always this way. Always the most honest one, the most caring, the most mature.

Yet she lied.  “‘m fine and dandy, sugarcube!” She said with fake optimism in her voice that Dash was so desperate to believe in, “I can still work, don’t you worry.”  She wasn’t. She wasn’t fine. She wasn’t competent anymore. She was weak, malnourished, and old.  Applejack was buried under her parents’ trees, near her older brother Big Macintosh and his wife.

.⋆｡⋆☂˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆.Fluttershy.⋆｡⋆☂˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆.

“Beautiful, as always,” he whispered, lying besides her, toying with her gray mane. His smile was soft and warm, sad and defeated. Accepting. He lost. Lost to the time itself. Fluttershy was surrounded with her animals, birds and insects that Discord allowed in his home, his dimension. There were tons of them here now, overflowing his little world, coexisting peacefully with main chaos dimension residents. Fluttershy loved all of them and nurtured every single one as long as she could. The little body of hers was covered in scars from all the biting and scratching, and her skin wasn’t able to regenerate no more, cover those scars with a new flash. 

She wasn’t ill; she wasn’t weak. She was just too old.  “I can do more,” he said “I can keep you here with me for much longer. Fluttershy, please…” She was adamant:  “I want to go at my own pace, in my own time,” she smiled weakly “Let me go, Discord”

“I can’t… I can’t” he cried, and cried and cried, but letting her go was exactly what he did, as he always did what she wanted.

｡⋆☂˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆.Rainbow Dash.⋆｡⋆☂˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡

The wind was so cruel and strong, and weather ponies were all just lazy bastards, because she was flying under a heavy, absolutely unscheduled rain. Her wings were just a little bit too weak, a little bit too wet and heavy for this weather. No rain boom, no tricks; she was just flying around to clear her head, to mourn and grieve her wife. Her Applejack, her best friend, her only love…

Too high, too cold, too weak and heartbroken, eyes full of tears. She fell from the dark clouds right on her back, breaking both wings, breaking her neck, just instant death. Buried right next to her wife, right where she belonged.

.⋆｡⋆☂˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆. Pinkie Pie .⋆｡⋆☂˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆.

Vanished. She was one of an energetic grandma, always fooling around, baking goods, playing with grandkids, scolding her husband and throwing parties. She slowed down with time, sure, and loud celebrations slowly got replaced with tea parties and book clubs, still bright and silly and full of joy. That’s how she was—full of laughter, happy and proud to be herself. That’s how Pinkie Pie was.

And still once she just vanished. “I'm going to throw a birthday party at Yakyakistan!” She said to her husband, then left on the air balloon and never returned. No matter how hard her family was searching for her, no matter what magic spells Twilight was using to find her, she was nowhere to be found, and there was no party at yaks' to be known of. Still, Twilight knew that she was alive; her harmony crystal was pulsating and glowing in the Tree, so everyone had some hope to ever find her.

But they never did. And a few years later, her crystal faded out.

.⋆｡⋆☂˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆. Rarity .⋆｡⋆☂˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆.

Life was too perfect for her. Perfect business, perfect husband, smart kids that graduated Hoofvard, perfect home in Manehattan. Who cares that her business doesn’t bring her happiness anymore? Who cares if her husband is as cold as stone? Who cares if she never loved him, who cares that her house never felt like home? She was perfect, and her life was perfect. And that was it.   She wasn’t designing clothes no more, not even for friends because there was none left. No sewing, no gossip, no secret looks at the only one she ever wanted, no apple pies and silly piñatas.

There was only Rarity, her wine, her wine, her wine, her bathtub and that exact dress that made her as popular as she is now.  Boiling hot water. Wine. Wine.  Wine. Wet ruined dress sticking to her skin. Sparkles in the bathtub.

May her death become the new pop culture reference for all she cares. May people treat her like another fallen star. She never really cared.

⋆☂˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆.Twilight Sparkle⋆｡⋆☂˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚

Millennia from now, it was all sand and no grass, all dirt but no water. No buildings left behind; everything was turned into dust, ruined, erased. She was lonely on this part of the land, but she wasn’t completely alone; there was life. Bacteria, mucus, fungal spores. Life will always find a way, huh?

She was roaming around what was left of her castle, her country. Her motherland. Nothing was left here—no trees and no farm, not even an artificially created plastic-concrete carousel boutique.  She wasn’t able to fly for a long time now, more than a decade for sure, and her magic was cranky like an old lady - like a very old lady Twilight was. Her friends' names were erased from her memory; their faces escaped her sharp mind, but the thought of them, their spirit, the friendship they had, she remembered all of it. All what was left of Equestria, she left it behind and turned her way into the Everfree forest. There were no trees, no grass and no animals—nothing except that old, half-ruined cave. That’s where she was going. That’s where her destiny was calling.

It wasn’t cold outside; it wasn’t cold for a very long time now; no pegasuses to create a wind, no one to create a cloud and cover up the sun. Yet the insides of the cave were so blissfully chilly, she was finally able to relax. That’s the end of her journey. A place where she can rest.

Her body became soil, and her blood became a fertilizer. As for her bones? They created some solid roots for the tree of harmony, that’s going to bloom here years and years later, when a new civilization will find its way to life.

Thanks for reading!! pls tell me if you have criticism or you see any mistakes!!

Ukrainian version/Українська версія

.⋆｡⋆☂˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆. Еплджек .⋆｡⋆☂˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆.

Перепрацювала себе ��о точки неповернення, до стадії, на якій вона вже не могла стояти. «Я ще працездатна» казала вона, та її коліна тремтіли від напруги, зуби випадали а ребра можна було порахувати крізь шкіру. Рейнбоудеш була схвильована, така жахливо схвильована через свою вперту дружину — та що вона могла зробити? Епл Джек завжди була така. Вона завжди була чесна, лагідна, така доросла.

І все ж вона збрехала. «Я в порядку, цукерочко!» сказала вона з непевним оптимізмом, якому Рейнбоу так сильно хотілося вірити «Я все ще можу працювати, не хвилюйся!» Вона не була. Не була в порядку. Не була вже працездатна. Вона була слабка, худа і стара. Еплджек похоронили під деревом її батьків, поруч з її старшим братом Макінтошем і його дружиною.

⋆｡⋆☂˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆.Флатершай.⋆｡⋆☂˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡

"Найкрасивіша, як завжди" - прошепотів він, граючись з її сивим волоссям поки вони лежали поруч. Його посмішка була м'яка і тепла, сумна і переможена. Він програв. Програв часові.

Флатершай була оточена її тваринками, пташками і комашками, тими самими, які діскор впустив в свій дім, свій вимір. Їх тут були тисячі, вони перенаселили їхній маленький тісний світ, жили в гармонії з головними жителями цього виміру. Флатершай любила їх усіх, вихажувала, годувала і лікувала допоки в неї були на це сили. Її маленьке тіло було вкрите шрамами від подряпин і укусів, стара шкіра вже була нездатна приховати рани під шаром нових клітин, стерти їх з пам'яті.

Вона не була хвора; не була слабка. Вона просто була стара.

"Я можу більше" казав він "я можу тримати тебе біля себе набагато довше, Флатершай, будь ласка.."

Та вона була непохитна.

"Я хочу піти в своєму власному темпі, в мій власний час" вона слабко посміхнулася "Дозволь мені піти, Діскорде"

"Я не можу... я не можу" він плакав і плакав і плакав, та все ж таки дав їй піти. Бо він завжди робив те, що вона хотіла.

｡⋆☂˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆Рейнбоу Деш⋆｡⋆☂˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡

Вітер був такий жорстокий і сильний, а погодні поні були просто лінивими кретинами, адже вона летіла під сильним, абсолютно незапланованим дощем. Її крила були вже занадто слабкі, занадто вологі й важкі для такої погоди. Ніякого рейнбуму, ніяких трюків; вона просто летіла вперед, щоб прояснити голову, оплакати та погорювати за своєм дружиною. Її Епплджек, її найкращою подругою, її єдиним коханням…

Надто високо, надто холодно, вона надто слабка і розбита горем, а очі повні сліз. Вона впала з темних хмар прямо на спину, зламавши обидва крила, зламавши шию, миттєва смерть. Вона була похована поруч із дружиною, там, де їй саме місце.

.⋆｡⋆☂˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆. Пінкі Пай .⋆｡⋆☂˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆.

Зникла. Вона була однією з енергійніших бабусь, завжди шуткувала і дуркувала, пекла солодощі, гралася з онуками, лаялася з чоловіком і влаштовувала вечірки. З часом вона, звісно, трошки сповільнилася, і шумні святкування замінилися на чайні посиденьки і книжкові клуби, та вона й досі лишалася яскравою і веселою і повною сміху, гордою бути собою. Такою була Пінкі пай.

Та все ж, одного дня вона просто зникла. "Я поїду, влаштую свято в Якякістані" вона сказала своєму чоловікові, сіла в повітряну кулю і полетіла, та так і не повернулася. Що тільки її сім'я не зробила, щоб знайти її, які тільки заклинання не пробувала використати Твайлайт, її ніде не було, як і вечірки в яків. Та все ж, Твайлайт знала, що вона жива; її кристал гармонії світився і пульсував на дереві, тож у всіх досі була слабка надія колись її знайти.

Втім, цього так і не сталося. А кілька років потому кристал затух.

.⋆｡⋆☂˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆. Реріті .⋆｡⋆☂˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆.

Життя було надто ідеальним. Ідеальний бізнес, ідеальний чоловік, розумні діти, що закінчили Копитвард (як змогла так і викрутилася) ідеальний дім в Мейнгеттені. Кого хвилює, що її бізнес вже давно її не радує? Кого хвилює, що її чоловік холодний, немов лід? Кого хвилює, що вона ніколи його не любила, кого хвилює, що її будинок не відчувається їй домівкою? Вона була ідеальна, і життя її було ідеальне. І на цьому все.

Вона більше не створювала одяг, навіть для друзів - бо нікого вже й не лишилося. Ніякого шиття, ніяких пліток, ніяких поглядів з-під лоба на ту єдину, кого вона колись хотіла, ніякого яблучного пирога та піньяти.

Була лише Реріті, її вино, вино-вино-вино, заповнена водою ванна і та сама сукня, що зробила їй ім'я в світі моди.

Вино-вино-вино. Кип'яточно гаряча вода, і сукня липне до її тіла. Блискітки по всій ванній.

Нехай її смерть стане новою частиною поп-культури, її не хвилює. Нехай люди згадують її, як знаменить, що пішла зарано. Її це ніколи особливо не хвилювало.

⋆☂˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆Твайлайт Спаркл⋆｡⋆☂˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚

Минуло тисячоліття, і все зелене змінилося сірим, все синє змінилося чорним, зникла вода і трава, і все живе зникло теж. Зникли домівки; усе стерлося в пилюку, спотворилося, зникло. Вона була одна на цій частині планети, та вона не була одинока; життя тут було. Бактерії, пліснява, слиз. Життя завжди знайде шлях, так?

Вона блукала залишками того, що колись було її замком, її країною, її батьківщиною. Нічого з цього не лишилося - ні дерев ні ферм, навіть пластиково-бетонного бутику каруселі не лишлося теж.

Вона не була здатна здійнятися в повітря вже давно, точно більше десяти років, а магія її була неслухняна і капризна, як стара леді - як стара леді, якою була Твайлайт. Імена її друзів стерлися з її пам'яті, риси їхніх обличч втекли з її розумної колови, та сама думка про них, про їхню дружбу, досі гріла її. Вона полишила те, що лишилось від Еквестрії, і пішла в Вічнозелений ліс. Ні дерев, ні трави тут вже не було - лише стара, напів завалена печера. Туди вона і прямувала, туди її і вела доля.

Як давно вже тут не було холодно. Так давно, як давно зникли останні пегаси; нікому нагнати вітру, нікому створити хмару, щоб закрити сонце. Та в печері й досі було приємно прохолодно, і вона нарешті змогла трохи розслабитися. Це кінець її мандрівки. Місце її спочинку.

Її тіло перетворилося на грунт, кров окропила землю, а кістки стали міцним корінням для наступного Дерева ГармоніЇ ,що зможе розцвісти лише роки й роки потому, коли нова цивілізація зможе нарешті вишкребти свій шлях до світла

Перекладати з англ на укр такккк жахливо блін обіцяю я пишу краще українскьою:(((( ось мій ао3 доречі: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Tsukkiehh

Дякую що прочитали!!

[candywife333]

There is Never A Right Time

Summary:

Jungkook hadn’t thought about the woman he had left for a long time. He had gotten secretly married to her, his judgement clouded under the influence of alcohol,  and all it took was a shadow of distrust to make him abandon her. If the world questioned the sanctity of her character, then the world had to be right. Right? He hoped he was right at least. Because if he wasn’t , he had lost the best thing that had ever happened to him in his life. As he continued to work as a top idol, artist, and entrepreneur time went by. He had other women but they never lasted long in his life. When he attended an award show with the rest of the members, he saw a girl there. Another artist. Definitely someone he knew he had never seen or heard of before. Who was she? Something about her was familiar. Maybe her eyes. And then it struck him, making him go as cold as a corpse. He had seen those same eyes somewhere else alright, in the mirror when he looked at his own reflection every morning.

DISCLAIMER: The character written in this fan fiction does not represent the real Jungkook’s personality or behavior. All of this is fiction. 

WARNING: Fic mentions noncon/rape (does not describe it explicitly in this part), please don’t read if this is a trigger. 

This series is slated to be a trilogy. Here is PART ONE, hope you guys enjoy. Also, I will be creating a permanent tag-list for all my chubby reader fics, please let me know in comments whoever would like to be a part of that. 

  PART 1

The lady stood in front of him and the other members. She exuded a powerful aura, regal and dignified. These qualities were rather an unusual combination for idols, especially Korean idols so he was a little starstruck. Something that was rather unusual for any member of BTS to feel. She couldn't have been more than 18 years old though based on her appearance. The girl must be mixed race because she had very unconventional features for an idol. She had dark thick curly black hair that trailed to her hips and her skin reminded him of strongly brewed milk tea. The even more startling features were her plush lips, a prominent straight nose graced by a diamond stud, and double lidded eyes fringed with what seemed to be thick eyelashes.

She was sporting an unusual outfit as well; a customized skirt and bra set that he only saw gypsies and belly dancers wear. A gold belt adorned her waist sitting lower on her hips with a diamond belly piercing highlighting her lithe , toned figure. He couldn't stop looking at her because strangely enough something about her was familiar.

He made eye contact with her accidentally and what he saw made his heart palpate against his chest. He had seen those same eyes every day of his life in his mirror. Her doe eyes were too similar to his own. They say that eyes are a mirror to the soul, but her eyes were a mirror to his own.

Who was she? He felt a stir of panic as their eyes met and she bowed down low. She was of average height, but her presence seemed to envelope the room since other well known artists,  idols, and staff greeted her politely. The stage director came near her bowing. To Jungkook’s surprise , she spoke in fluent Korean though she seemed to be a foreign artist.

The stage director and the girl were a few feet away from BTS when the stage director exclaimed , “How is your mother doing Cha-ya? She must be worried since you have only promoted up til now in the US, Thailand, and India. Are you having a comfortable time adjusting over here?”

The girl’s eyes lit up in glee as she responded with a little chuckle, “It has for sure been a different experience than the U.S. and India for sure. The stage is so organized and everything is so close by for promotions. I am enjoying it to the max. Mom told me to eat well and sleep 8 hours a day. You know how doctors are like. She’s constantly checking in on me to see if I am stressed out. Saiyan and Arang are also being such worrywarts since this is the first time I’ve been here.”

The stage director continued in mild surprise, “Are they your brothers? I thought you were an only child ?”

She guffawed in a cacophonous fashion which made several idols and artists look her way, in awe and confusion. Jungkook thought that she was a rather different type of artist. Very uninhibited by social norms. Clearly she had not been brought up in Korea.

“Director, we are actually triplets but both of them were born a few minutes ahead of me so they insist that they are my older brothers. We are very tight knit and they will be coming to visit soon. Saiyan is a pretty popular model right now and so he will be finishing his Engineering degree at Washington State and rush over here for Seoul fashion week. Arang on the other hand finished his MBA/Medicine dual degree, so he will be managing a chain of Health and Wellness Resorts over here. “

The director’s jaw slid open in an exclamation. He sputtered in disbelief, “ How are all of your siblings so well studied and managing jobs like that? You must be the only sibling purely in entertainment.” The girl deliberated for a second before responding, “Mom made sure we all had solid educations before pursuing these types of careers. She is always skeptical of fame, and she brought us up to be extremely disciplined, stable, and loyal individuals. I am actually finished with my course in Law (focus in international law) ,but currently all that is stalled for the time being because of my activities in entertainment.”

As Jungkook was hearing this conversation along with the other artists in the room who were curiously eavesdropping as well, the Director continued in awe, “Your mother seems to be an extremely strong lady. I knew she was a doctor  who seemed extremely rich and well off, but she must literally be a goddess to give birth to such high achieving kids. What about your father, what does he do?”

Cha-ya scoffed with a quizzical, somewhat bitter look, “He actually left her before we were even born. We found out who he was when we all finished college. Our mother made sure our upbringing was never lacking. We saw him a lot on the Korean and world news growing up but never knew that he was our dad. You know,  he is someone whose popularity never fades strangely enough. He sold his soul for fame, so it is to be expected perhaps.” The director looked so intrigued and invested as he prodded for more info, “ Who is he? Definitely we would know who he is? Is he a singer, actor, businessman in the industry over here?”

Cha-ya’s entire expression became rigid and mask-like as she replied in what seemed to be a disinterested tone, “ We do not consider him our dad, so neither my brothers, nor I would like to claim him. He was a sperm donor. That is the long and short of it. Who he is, is as irrelevant as what today’s weather forecast is. He betrayed my mother and trusted the world over her. She went through so much pain just to be by his side. And when she thought the pain would end, he left her. I have to be on stage, so if you will excuse me now Sir.”

She side stepped the director and went closer to the entrance of the main stage. Jungkook could feel the bile and vomit rising to his mouth. She had been pregnant when he had left her? He had three kids, that he never knew anything about? This grown beautiful artist was his daughter?And he had two more accomplished sons?  His parents had grandkids? And how the hell did she brith triplets?!! Wouldn’t her vagina tear ??????!!!

His world was crashing down on him as the rest of BTS stared at him with stark grief painted across their faces. They all remembered her name, it was unforgettable.

Before he could process anything, he heard the booming noise starting up on the stage. Wait, wait up a minute! This track was the most popular pop/ rock release of the year all over the US. He saw his daughter he never knew he had on stage in an elaborate headdress dancing with precision and fluidity on stage. She had no backing track, the other idols could tell. This was live. Only one artist sang with no backing track in all her performances this year in the US. She was on MTV and all other award shows, becoming sensational, l hitting all headlines for singing with no backing track usually acapella . Shadow, that was her romanized name, but in all Asian countries she went by Nee-Da.

She had risen to the top for the past 3 years for her herculanean work ethic , creative marketing/business acumen. She was known for her cutthroat ruthlessness in the music industry, mostly aided by the fact that her mother was known to own and manage the world’s most innovative new security system, Poison. He did not know what to be more shocked about at this point? How could he not have recognized her? Seeing her in real life was different from seeing her on stage with all the makeup and ornamentation on.

She was the pop-star of the era, a business mogul with a net worth of close to 300 million dollars at such a young age due to her clothing and makeup line. She was his daughter. How could this even be possible? Jungkook could feel his identity crisis coming. How did he birth the most iconic popstar of this generation, who as of now hated his guts? What scared him even more was the realization of who her mother was.

The lady he had left, the woman he could never forget even in his dreams was her mother. And her mother owned the world’s scariest personal security company, Poison. The company had revolutionized personal security by founding a bracelet and many other gadgets that created magnetic repellant force fields around individuals. It was notorious for being marketed only towards woman and could only be activated when the device recognized the XX chromosome, so the device would never protect men.

Basically, women all around the world who had these devices now had a programmable magnetic forcefield around them which shielded them from the outside world. Firearms, Tasers, and aggressors were all repelled by this technology. Women could safely walk out in the middle of the night as long as they had a device, which was continuously made affordable at its very inception by the reclusive owner of the company.

With this  technology ,the owner instantly became the most powerful business woman, icon, feminist, that the world knew. That is in fact all the world knew. That she was a woman. But nobody knew anything else about her, she was an elusive person who didn't show up to most media events. Her personal motto was that the products advocated for themselves. Her financial officers and other company higher ups showed up in the media, but she never did. Most people in the world didn't even know how this woman looked like, because of how reclusive she was.

All people knew was that she was Cha-ya’s mother and that she had two other kids.

What Jungkook got to know that made him almost go into a stroke was the sheer fact that Cha-ya’s mom was his Y/N. The one whose heart he had broken years ago.

Y/N was a billionaire of gargantuan proportions, a net worth that made his look like chump change.  His daughter was the iconic popstar of the century, someone whose craze and popularity surpassed his own in his heyday. Which meant that his son Saiyan was the new model who had just walk in Paris Fashion Week as the face of Armani. The same one that Jimin’s daughter had raved about the other day. Which meant that his son Arang became the CEO of the exclusive wellness resort, Ellysium , a resort only catered to the richest of the richest. All this calculations overwhelmed Jungkook to the point that there was only one reasonable outcome. He fainted.

He woke up to the sound of his members whispering in anxious voices to one another. “Do you think he can handle this right now?” Jin asked Namjoon. “I have no clue bro, I mean he hasn't seen her in years and the last time he saw her, he treated her so badly that even I felt ridiculously hurt for her” Namjoon sighed in a rather morose tone of voice. Hoseok scoffed as he seethed,  “Do you think she will even acknowledge him after all he had done to her? Jungkook left her to face a whole media circus alone while he impregnated her when he was inebriated, mind you. Then, to top it all of with a cherry he not only remembered nothing of the process, but she found him shagging a whole different girl the next day. Do you think that you would forgive actions as heinous as those”?

Jungkook felt dizzy as he struggled to sit up on the sofa. Jimin rushed to him with a frown on his face and worry painting his eyes, “You doing okay Kookie? Are you alright staying here for the rest of the award show, or do you want to head back home?” Still dazed from his fall, Jungkook responded pensively, “No it’s alright. I just need to catch my bearings and I can be there for the rest of the show”. Before the rest of the members could stop him Yoongi spit out bitterly, “You say you are okay attending the show. But are you sure you really want to? Cha-ya’s mother will be in attendance, flying out to see her babygirl win an award. You sure you can handle that Jungkook”?

Jungkook felt his heart racing, panic overtaking his mind. How could he face her? He had wronged her in so many ways? How could he show his miserable face to her after the way he had ruined her life? Y/n was never even his girlfriend or fiancé at the time. But, he had compromised her in the worst way possible and then had not even remembered his mistake the day after. She had paid for his mistakes by bearing children and caring for them when he had not even known they existed. Even if he had known , it was questionable whether he could've done anything signifiant. He had been embroiled in multiple scandals and caught in alcohol addiction during that phase of his life. He was living wild and no way would he have been a sober, or healthy father to his kids.

With the help of a few assistants , the group slowly trudged towards the celebrity seating quadrant of the award show venue. Cha-ya was up on the stage receiving the award for Most Streamed Artist from the hands of a veteran Korean actress. As Jungkook watched his daughter---as strange as it felt to say those words, receive the award with a blinding smile on her face, he felt his chest hurt. What type of crime had he committed in his previous life that he didn't even get to see his girl grow up? She was beautiful, sharing so many of his features, his bulbous nose, doe-like eyes, and rounded face.

She resembled him more than she resembled her mother. And before anyone could even expect it Cha-ya spoke into the microphone, “I thank everyone at VEX entertainment for helping me get to where I am today. I would also like to thank my staff and all the people behind the scenes who have pushed me to this position. I hope to make all of you proud. None of this would be possible without all of you”. She took in a deep breath as she announced, “But, most importantly I have to thank my mother. She brought me up to be the strong woman that I am today. She worked so hard to give us everything and never left us lacking. We never felt the absence of a father because she is both to me and to my brothers. I would like to call her up on stage, so I can dedicate this award to her. Please mom, come up on stage”.

Everything was moving too fast around Jungkook as he breathed in shallow pants. He felt like he was breathing too fast and his brain was not functioning. He felt paralyzed. Stuck. But he couldn't even catch his breath when he saw the mother of his children sweep into the area where he and the members sat. He could barely recognize the bold woman he was looking at. She looked lethal, powerful, untouchable ---the direct opposite of what she had been, a warm approachable girl.

She was draped in a blood red shimmering sari crafted with gold thread, an ensemble exposing a massive fire breathing dragon tattoo overarching the entirety of what seemed to be her left hip barely reaching to her belly button . The dress was close to backless with just a red resolute thread holding the top sleeveless jacket in place. You could tell she worked out, but she had all the feminine curves befitting a woman, a rounded stomach hidden by the shadow of the sari covering her modestly. Her face was covered with black sunglasses and she adorned her wrists with plain gold bangles, her neck laced with a simple gold chain.

She walked onto the steps leading to the stage in blood red heels as the entire celebrity section of the audience got a view of her back and tattoo. The lady was arresting to look at--all the way down from her aura to her body to her attire.

Y/N walked up to her daughter with arms opened, hugging the girl on stage with all the warmth that you would expect a mother to have for her child. A smile as radiant as a sunrise obliterated Y/N’s face as she spoke into the mike, “I am so proud to be here today to see my baby girl receive this award. She has worked so hard and all her efforts have come to fruition today. Thank you for allowing me to be on stage to celebrate this award with her”.

Both mother and daughter walked off the stage hand in hand as one of the MC’s for the award show started to walk up the stage. Collective gasps rang through the aisles as people saw who the next MC was. It was Saiyan. He had donned a simple Black Armani suit which highlighted just how devastating he looked. He took after Y/N more as he had slightly more defined cheekbones and huge eyes fringed with thick dark lashes to make any woman envious. He hulked onto stage, towering over his mom and sister at a height of 6′3. He laughed and hugged both of them, kissing his mom on the forehead,  and strolled to the mike to present the next award.

Jungkook’s eyes felt like they were about to pop out his head and his head was about to fall off his body. All three of them were on stage looking like such a happy family, radiant and warm. He could tell how much love his kids had for their mother . Y/N kissed Saiyan back on his cheek and walked off stage with Cha-ya in hand, giggling with her. These were all the people who he should've had in his life for years, held closest to his heart, but his poorly made decisions or lack thereof had distanced him from his own flesh and blood. 

Blinded by agitation and grief, Jungkook rushed out of the aisles, surprising his members as he absconded backstage to catch hold of Y/N and Cha-ya. But they weren’t alone. Cha-ya and Y/N were inundated by so many stage staff and artists who wanted to welcome them. His gut clenched as he saw all the men eyeing Y/N like she was the tastiest meal they had seen in centuries. He heard Y/N respond graciously to one staff member, “Oh, thank you for loving my outfit. It was designed by an upcoming Thai/Indian designer. She really went over the top with the gold motifs.” 

Jungkook couldn't stop himself as he pushed people, shoving past them trying to get to Y/N and his daughter. Staff around him were startled as they saw him wading through the crowd to the center of the room, whispering in shock at his pushy nature. As soon as he got in front of them, he was finally able to process the magnitude of Y/N’s beauty. Y/N was shocked for a mere a second at his sudden appearance and to his great surprise, kissed Cha ya on the cheek walking away from him as she told her, “Baby, mommy will be in your changing room. I have to take care of something”. Cha ya nodded at her mother, her eyes glazing over with a coat of suspicion and bitterness. She bowed stiffly towards Jungkook , “Sunbae, nice to meet you. It is an honor to meet you”. Her eyes took up a hard glint as she saw the rest of BTS filter into the room. She faced them and bowed to all of them, speaking in a lackadaisical tone “It is an honor to meet all of you. I have grown up watching all of you”. Her face did not show interest in engaging with them and she looked at them with a rather disinterested attitude. 

“Well I should get going. My mother is waiting for me”, she said as she glided seamlessly out of the room towards her dressing room. 

Jungkook felt tears well up in his eyes and anxiety stain his mind as he could see how cold his daughter was being towards him, as though he were a stranger. She had greeted him as though he was just any person on the street, as though they didn't share blood. As though he meant nothing to her. Jimin and Namjoon closed in around him, steering him towards a secluded corner of the room as he started sobbing miserably as though he were not able to breath. His eyes were red, tears flowing down his eyes, wetting his cheeks as he understood the gravity of what sin he had truly committed. 

He wiped frantically at his eyes, pushing away from his members as he ran towards Chaya’s changing room. He heard Yoongi scream beyond him, “Jungkook you better get back here! Don’t do this Jungkook, You need to calm down!!” Jungkook could not be reasoned with as he darted towards the room that a surprised staff had pointed at. He arrived in front of the door, barely catching his breath as he knocked in a hurried manner, desperate to speak with the most important people in his life that he had alienated. 

Chaya opened the door in a pink satin robe, leaning against the door with a sigh, “I knew you wouldn't be patient. I told mom it was a bad idea for her to fly out. She did anyway knowing that she would have to contend with you.” She sneered as she bit out in a crisp manner, “Well, why don’t you come in Jungkook -sshi? Or will you stay outside and make a circus of our reputation? Funny how you are obsessed with keeping yours, but have no problem blemishing others. You couldn't stay away, could you? You managed to for so many years, but now you fail at what you claim to be best at. Not caring. How juvenile”. She snarked all this at him vindictively as she simultaneously opened the door, gesturing for him to come into the room. 

The rest of the members stood outside as she sardonically queried, “Well, would you all grant us some privacy? I am sure we will have Jungkook-ssi out of the room soon enough. It shouldn't be a very long conservation. There isn't much to say anyway.” Yoongi’s eye twitched as he glared in silence at the rude girl who was literally the unexpected niece of all of the members. 

She closed the door on their faces.

Inside the room, Y/N sat on the couch surveying Jungkook’s appearance with mild interest. “Why are you here Jungkook? Do you need to say something?”, she calmly asked.  Y/N’s mind whirled in turmoil even as she looked calm on the outside. Why was he in front of them all these years when he himself had shunned her at her weakest moment? Jungkook was hyperventilating as he asked in a cracked voice, “I am not going to ask you the Stu-pid question of whether these kids are mine or not. Because I know that they are all the same age and I can see it in their faces and their mannerisms. They are mine”. He took a deep breath as he felt the panic overtake him, “But why did you never tell me about them? Why did you take me away from their lives. You know how much my mother and father wanted grandkids. Out of everybody in the world, you knew it the best. Why did you deprive me and my parents of them?” 

In an infuriatingly placating tone, Y/N responded without a hitch in her voice, “Don’t you remember? You didn’t want anything to do with me because I had apparently betrayed our friendship by being a characterless bitch and luring you into fucking me when you were drunk. Can you not make a quick trip down memory lane? Or has it been too long for you to remember the lurid media details that tore me apart? You may have forgotten but I never will”. 

She took a sip of tea as she tapped her nails on her lap, “You wouldn't hear me out when I told you that we had both accidentally gotten married when were drunk. Even though I knew that you never wanted anything to do with me romantically, you still initiated intercourse even as I clearly told you no. I begged you to let go of me. But in your blind livid anger of finding the marriage certificate lying on the couch later that night, you didn't do what most men do. You didn't do the practical thing, which is to rage and get over it. You didn’t tear the certificate and put an end to it there. You decided that I deserved to pay, and you fucked me even as I begged you to not ruin me. But, then again,  why are you asking me all the gruesome details, when you were the perpetrator?”

As Jungkook clutched his head, bending it down in dismay and shame, she quietly drawled, “We could've simply dissolved the marriage. It was not done seriously. It was done in a compulsion, as both of us were under the influence. Influence that you forced down my throat if we are being truly accurate. But, why did you have to ruin my life even when you were in a sober state? What excuse do you have for that? Other than your ridiculously misplaced anger? So you forced me when you were sober, making me pay in the most pitiful manner.”

 She laughed bitterly, eyes bereft of emotion, retreating behind a mask of forced complacency , “You knew, out of everyone else, since you were my friend at the time, that I had never even done it before. But you still treated me more pathetically than a piece of trash on the sidewalk. You degraded me as you violated me, taunting me with the most hurtful epithets known to man. You stripped me of my dignity. Don’t you remember jungkook? Don’t you remember any of it ? If you do, why are you forcing me to re-live it? I had kids, and I moved on from that pathetic, trusting, giving version of myself. You taught me that I must always pay the price for being kind. I will never forget it”. 

The torture was too much to bear. Jungkook crumpled off the sofa, onto the floor as he started sobbing, remembering what he had done to her. He remembered how he had hurt her again and again. They had been extremely close friends at the time, and he had ruined their friendship by crossing the line when both of them were drunk. At the time he had loved another girl, one who showed him how disgusting humanity could be. Y/N had warned him against her multiple times when they were friends , but he stupidly enough had stuck onto that girl, having a toxic relationship with her. 

When that girl had walked in on Y/N and him, finding the marriage certificate splayed out on the couch, she had broke up with him. In that frenzy of indignation, he had committed the vilest mistake of his entire life. He had forced Y/N, someone with no sexual experience, to suffer. He had degraded her verbally as he had humiliated and forced her. He remembered it as if it were yesterday. He remembered it everytime he looked at his reflection. When the violation was done, she had walked away pitifully, stumbling away from his form as she quietly uttered, “I am sorry for taking away your chance at happiness. You have punished me in a way I can never forget. I will never forget what you have taught me about our friendship. Now I know how much our friendship meant to you. Don’t worry, you will never hear from me again ”. 

As cum and blood had streamed down legs, she had dragged herself out of his house, to go back to her lonely hotel room where she sobbed and cursed at her mother for giving birth to her.  She cursed at god for her sheer existence. She would never trust again. He had damaged her forever. 

An hour after she left his house, Jungkook had understood his grievous mistake and told his Hyungs the sin he had committed. They all stared at him in shock as Yoongi started beating him, “Is THIS what we taught you Jungkook? To be a rapist and a miserable excuse of a human being?!” Everyone else stared at him in shock. Namjoon went to Bang PD to ask him to contact their lawyer. What if Y/N launched a lawsuit against Jungkook and the group? 

To all their collective surprise, they received news from Y/N’s friend Myrna, a foreign communications director at HYBE, that she had left for the U.S., going back to her home country. She had stopped at a hospital before leaving and handed Myrna an NDA drafted by a lawyer, before leaving, stating that she would not reveal anything that had gone down that day. The NDA also stated that she would like to never be contacted again, and that HYBE would face heavy legal repercussions if they ever attempted to do so. A divorce application form had been filled out and left in a pamphlet as well. All Jungkook had to do to nullify the marriage was to sign off on it”. 

Jungkook lived through his memories once again as Y/N smoothed down her dress, “If you would like to get to know the kids, I will not stop you. In fact, I had reached out to your company regarding the kids when they were born. But, I never heard back from them since. I even personally tried contacting you and your members, but none of you ever responded. Regardless, bygones will be bygones. The past is in the past. Cha-ya, Saiyan, and Arang have been brought up to be kind, forgiving individuals. They are not ruthless like their dad. Though they are angry, rightfully so as of now, they will come around and try to get to know you eventually.”

“Now, I will leave the room and allow you to talk to Cha-ya and Saiyan if that is what you wish to do. Arang will be arriving in five minutes”. 

As she got up to leave the room, she felt a firm vascular hand wrap around her wrist. She looked back to see Jungkook on his knees, head down, whimpering “I don’t wish to just know my kids. I wish to know the wife I never had”. 

Y/N reached to remove his hand off her wrist, “You must not understand what the true definition of the words ‘too little, too late’ mean”. 

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[kestalsblog]

Thoughts on "Loser, Baby" Song

From what I’ve seen, viewers are extremely divided on the impact of the song “Loser, Baby” in the fourth episode of Hazbin Hotel. I’ve decided to share my own thoughts on the sequence below. Warning that this is a long post, and if you are triggered and upset by the song and/or episode, I encourage you not to read. I understand and respect any individual analysis, and if you were hurt by the song in any way, you are 100% valid. Others who feel differently are also valid. All I ask for is that same respect.

I don’t believe the only people qualified to speak on media are those who can relate to it, but I feel, given the conversation surrounding the episode, I should briefly mention my own background, so people don’t assume I am trying to speak on behalf of other survivors here. As a preface, I was in a severely abusive long-term relationship, so I can understand multiple perspectives here.

First, since Husk is a gambler, it’s safe to read the song as an extended metaphor for gambling too, in which case “loser” takes on the literal meaning– someone who has lost the game. Husk reminds Angel that many of us are dealt the shitty hand in life, and that the best way to get through the game is simply to go together. That’s probably the simplest positive analysis, but I think it's important to keep in mind throughout the whole song so that we don't read "loser" only as "failure" or "scum of society."

The most understandable criticism, though, is that the piece is blaming victims by attacking them and trivializing their experiences. I’m the most on the side of this argument at the words “whiny bitch,” which feel like an odd choice considering Husk has been nudging Angel to open up throughout the entire episode. It’s not my favorite line, but I can handle it only if we read the song as Husk actually singing to himself and calling himself these names as a means for Angel to see that he feels the same.

I do have some fondness for the song’s language as it continues, though. Excuse me for referencing my own personal experience here, but it’s relevant to my understanding.

Eventually in my healing journey, I realized writing and speaking affirmations to myself like “you’ll get better soon!” and “time heals everything!” were making me feel worse and frustrated. I felt like I was just waiting around for this magical deadline when I would “improve” or “recover,” and when that didn’t happen, I felt terrible about myself because I felt like a failure on top of damaged goods. I was letting myself down.

I reached a cathartic moment one day when I admitted to myself, “Maybe things are never going to get better, and I am always going to feel ruined by this.” Confessing this possibility allowed me to realize that, despite the fact that I am a “loser” in that I lost time, innocence, my old sense of security, and my carefree nature from before, I can still experience meaningful and even joyful moments in this new, altered condition.

At one point in the sequence, lots of flashing signs point terrible, degrading names at Husk and Angel. I can see why this might be upsetting to some viewers who are adamant that the characters do NOT represent those labels, but there is an obvious alternate reading that these are just the names both have assigned themselves over the years. By putting them bright and on display, they can face their self-hatred directly and reclaim their honest selves. (Let me pause here to say it's also crucial to remember Husk is not directly calling Angel any of these names). The solo lights then disappear and are replaced first with the soft blue raindrops moment where Husk shields Angel with the umbrella, and finally with the single LOSER where they both can dance together.

Most importantly, the lyrics gesture toward surprisingly affirmative by the song’s conclusion: “Eat shit together, things will turn out differently / It’s time to lose your self-loathing / Excuse yourself, let hope in, baby / Play your card, be who you are.”

Husk isn’t disregarding the possibility of hope, even in the gutter for the losers. In fact, he directly welcomes the possibility that the game can change with company, and self-hatred won’t be beneficial toward supporting that change. Even if we are dealt the losing hand, he reminds us the game is still worth playing. He reminds Angel again and again that it's okay to be who he is. And now "loser" assumes a new connotation - losing the negativity, the hatred, the things that are holding them back.

Significantly, after this point, no more self-negatives are even spoken, not even "loser" again because Husk and Angel are interrupted before the crucial word “me” when they sing that final line “loser just like—” Any connection to the self now has been effectively erased, reminding us that Angel and Husk may have made poor choices, may have been given crappy cards, but they are not losers in the sense that they are not less of people.

Last, it’s important to remember that the song is not meant to speak for everyone. It can't. If we’re going to be strict about it, it’s not for any survivors except Angel, and as we can see by his shifting mood, it certainly helps him feel better in the moment. The whole episode has been about Husk trying to encourage him to “break down his walls” and stop feigning the super inflated ego act he typically puts on, so, in one way, it becomes a “let’s get Angel past the self-loathing that’s preventing him from being his real self so we can move on to something more genuine and happier together" tactic.

I know it’s hard to separate our lived experiences from media. Judging from the disparity in opinions I’ve read from survivors on the song, I’d say it’s been therapeutic for just as many as it’s been damaging.

Before I conclude, it's worth mentioning I also have my own critiques of the song. I mentioned one with the word “whiny.” Another potential issue is the difference between Angel and Husk’s problems. I’m not trying to minimize gambling addictions by any means, but I know many of us feel that Husk’s loss of a cushy social position because of gambling pales against the extreme bodily violence Angel faces. I think it would be odd for Husk not to attempt to comfort Angel in some way, and trying to relate is one of the most common ways of doing so, but I admit that the discrepancy in their situations bugged me throughout the number. Husk reminds Angel he's "not unique" in his problems, which is important for survivors to remember (to know they are not alone), but it might mean a little more coming from someone on a similar playing field. The one redemptive thing I can say here though is that both characters sold their souls to someone with a tyrannical hold over them, and even though we know Alastor isn’t abusing Husk in the same way Val hurts Angel, we have yet to see the connotations of his power within that specific dynamic.

When push comes to shove, the song overall works for me, and I admit I felt seen while watching/listening, which isn't even something I really care about in media, but it was an interesting experience nonetheless. If you felt otherwise, I am sorry, and I encourage you to do your best to separate yourself from the media you consume and remember that every story, every song, is written by flawed people for flawed people. I mean it as fondly as possible, but we're all just losers "living in the same shit sandwich." Nothing will ever perfectly represent or encompass your own experience and healing. Analyze art respectfully for what it is, what it isn't, and what it can be.

What else can you do?

[idoridiculousstuff]

Why is the Klaus conjuring the dead for the woman in season 4 such an ignored scene? And of course, what happened between Luther and Allison in season 3. (If it wasnt ignored, im very sorry but i dont see much people talking about it in my side of the internet)

Warning: mentions of SA, the r word that rhymes with grape

I hate to write something about this, but on some other platforms, the sexual assault scenes that happened were somehow ignored. Both Luther and Klaus are sexual assaulted in the show.

First of all, Luther was assaulted and forcibly made to kiss Allison when she used her powers on him. Second, Klaus' body was used for sexual purposes by the woman that asked him to conjure someone for her.

To begin, I honestly don't get how people still feel the same way about Allison after that scene. Since she is an assaulter, and she didn't even feel guilty or said sorry to Luther. I know that in the comics that Allison was already a bad person, but the show version Allison's can still be a great person since she seemed so guilty for using her power for everything. Then.... the SA happened.

Allison humoured Luther, and then Luther kissed Allison (against his will since her power controls people's minds)

I loved Allison before, but holy shit she was honestly a shitty person. I can never justify her actions and even defend her.

After s3, s4 happened and Klaus was soon assaulted by that woman.

Klaus, who, I think, was trafficked and became a person who conjured dead people, met a new customer, who soon assaulted him. I think I remember someone in another platform (i think tiktok) saying that scene was attractive...

.. Its not.

He was obviously assaulted and even (i think) raped by the woman. He never agreed about doing sexual things while the ghost possessed his body.

Anyway, in conclusion, Klaus and Luther are victims and are overlooked as of now. I see some people already talking about it though :-)

(since some weirdos still cant differentiate actors between their characters, the people who played the assaulters shouldnt be attacked (i love emmy sm))

[noctupede]

I've been redrawing a lot of old art of my ocs so I might post a lot of that. I've just today had a death in the family, and I'm not sure when I can say I'll be consistently posting, but I'll definitely be a bit sporadic with my online activity the next week or so

[mirigold-mayflowers]

Been watching movies with my mom recently:

Fried green tomatoes - Secret Lesbians(tm) open a resteraunt and have a child together in rural(?) Georgia.

(Trigger warnings: domestic abuse, murder, racism, cannibalism, suspense, several more things i have forgotten, the kkk (mentioned and pictured).)

Forrest Gump - Diversity Win! Most autistic man ever (Alabamian) succeeds in new and exciting ways! (The movie starts in rural Alabama).

(Trigger warnings: rape, the Vietnam war, guns, blood, bombs, gunfire, swearing, racial slurs, racism, probably more, sex (referenced), strippers (shown), pornography (shown, but it was the, like, 50’s so its really just a sorta sexy picture in a magazine. Our celebrities are worse on the red carpet.), drug use, alcohol, death, amputation, the kkk (mentioned, i wasn’t watching just listening at that point so i don’t know if it was pictured), and many other things besides.)

Please don’t watch these with children present.

More to be added :)

[teaziecups]

Random facts about Elliot Moore:

CW: Mentions of hyper sexuality and struggles with it, and puking

- Elliot is greyromantic/greysexual

- Elliot struggles with hypersexuality towards himself and himself only

- Doesn’t mind he/him pronouns

- Is nonbinary

- Adores cats and has a pitch black one named Parmesan

- Loves cheese

- Has a random fear of becoming lactose intolerant

- Is confused about his own feelings, mistakes them for something else

- Loves coffee creamer but hates coffee itself

- Easy puker, the smell of food he doesn't like can make him have violent vomits

- Lesbian, lesbian, lesbian

- Naturally attracted (not romantic) to sweeter and more weak wielded people. Not for sinister doings but is protective of them

- He's a chaotic neutral, has done horrible and good things

- Struggles with empathy for others

- Doesn't believe what most people tell him

- Struggles with paranoia and delusions

- Doesn't understand sexual attraction towards others

- Has resorted to intense gaslighting/psycological manipulation. Wouldn't call them "victims" because they were horrible to Elliot to. Quienzy would be an example

- Only time he experiences anxiety is when his freedom is threatened

- Can NOT handle the heat, it will make him freak out

- Hates needles.

- Listens to hour long videos while drawing

- Hyper aware about his posture

- Is Greek!

[bogginswritings]

'he was nine when he died' CAN THEY JUST- ONE OF THEM. GIVE ONE OF THEM A GOOD LIFE HOLY FUCKING SHIT.

[archer3-13]

to touch briefly on what i assume is a controversial portion of stormbloods post patch content

i think the reason jifuyas role in yotsuyas descent goes... underexamined by the narrative is for two reasons.

a] its not really telling us anything we didnt already know outside of jifuya existing within that history. by virtue of visual imagery alone, yotsuya played pretty damn heavily into japanese courtesan imagery, and we got the low down that her family sucks balls even before doma castle collapsed. this is really just belaboring the point some more.

b] historical contexts are important, and i would hazard a guess that the reason jifuya is regarded somewhat limply by the narrative is because it plays heavily into japanese tropes surrounding historical feudal japan. jifuya's past by that logic isn't suppose to be uniquely villainous or deplorable, simply skeevy when compared to his role as a liberation movement general. atleast when placed within that context of japanese tropes, which is a whole other discussion about how japan treats women on the whole.

i'll certainly be keeping an eye out for if they do anything more with jifuya. just giving my two cents as to why i think his role in things isn't treated quite so as seriously as i think some people might have expected.

although maybe i'll be proven wrong later. i wait to seeee.